Lent Day #38

I had nearly given up hope on salvaging anything from this week. Too many important obligations and responsibilities in such little time, even with only a few hours of sleep a night. However, you always pick me up. I don't know how or why you do it, God. But you do!

It must have been a hard week. Everyone at work was dragging. I even had two cups of coffee, and I don't drink coffee. After the second cup, I realized WHY I don't drink coffee. It does not help filling up on caffeine on an empty stomach!

You always manage to reveal some sign allowing me to recognize I do have a guardian angle watching over me, carrying me through the slush and mud.

First sign, my Mom is more animated. Her mind, faculties and sharpness, even some memory are back on track. Then, pulling into our parking garage at work, I was able to find a parking spot. You don't understand. Parking spots are rare commodities these days since our cameramen don't drive their company cars home anymore. Then, you have the whole STO phenomenon. Last week, in the tight squeeze, I grazed one of the parking barriers--I lost, the barrier won. My poor little car has some war scrapes which we are just gonna have to live with for the moment!

The work day was very disconnected for everyone. I can not explain it but everyone was in a fog and off kilter.

The unifying moment when everything came together occurred when my Mother called me at work. She had been trying to find an Aunt of mine. Finally I remembered to get on the www and look her up. I printed the first two phone #'s I found. My Mother called me nearly in tears saying she had spoken to Aunt Millie and had a wonderful conversation. It really did not matter what else happened for the rest of the day hearing the joy in my Mother's voice. I felt like I had played a part in something special by finding the link to reunite these two long lost friends. Words can not describe the emotions bubbling up inside.

However, if I learned one thing from this exchange, I learned that we do have an effect on others, a lasting effect at times. Aunt Millie thanked my Mother for bringing up my Uncle Johnny perfectly. My Grandma died at an early age and my Mother, who was the oldest female, was asked to help raise the children still left in the home. Uncle Johnny was the youngest, just the cutest thing you could ever see. My Mom and Uncle Johnny had a wonderful relationship up until the day he passed away. Aunt Millie also thanked Mom for showing her what family really means. Up until she met Uncle Johnny and Mom, she said the family unit was not a priority. They went back and forth reminiscing and recalling times past. If you would have asked me 24 hours ago if this was in the stars, I would have said no way.

Don't mess with God and His master plan. We think we have it all figured out. Ha! What we need to do is acquiesce to His teachings and His requests and He will take care of the rest!