Then, a couple of things happened at the end of my "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" -
First, I ran into my granddad. I have not seen Pap since his death 44 years ago. But there he was, in a completely unexpected place. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I don't have words to explain how seeing him again after all these years encouraged me. (I will try to write more about my reunion with Pap later this week.)
Second, a sweet friend sent me a hug over the airwaves - a hug that looked like this:
"You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call. This I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can man do to me?" - Psalm 56:8
And she and two other friends prayed together for me.
Their prayers were effective.
Today, after a not-very-good night of sleep, I began the day tired. Once again, I woke to freezing temperatures and an overcast sky.
I did not, however, wake up with a headache, or with an overwhelming sense of loneliness or grief. Instead, I woke up this morning thanking God for his faithfulness, for his unfailing mercy, for his tenderness, his patience, his compassion, for his incredible goodness to me.
Today day is only half over, but, so far, it has been delightful.
Morning exercise class at Caroline's, floors are mopped and bathrooms cleaned, chugging through the laundry...
I listened to Helen practice Beethoven on the piano while I swept the floors, and I dance to Bruno Mars while I mopped.
I am trying a new "whole food" challenge. Today's lunch - wilted spinach, sweet potatoes, beets, avocado, and I found some shrimp in the freezer. Score! Served in a one-of-a-kind bowl, handcrafted by Freedom Tommy. "Uptown Funk" sounds like happiness to me. This lunch looked and tasted like happiness.
And I am writing...that is happiness raised to the tenth power.
What a difference a day makes.