I am amazed at how well my day goes when I start it off with prayer. Yesterday I was challenged, turned to God, and He gave me strength to do the next right thing. You see, I was going through some of my poetry and came across a lot of poems I had written right after Mary died. After reading them, I was very sad and said some prayers. Then I went to visit Ms. Angelle. She needed to go to Sam's, so we went. She is getting to the point that walking is very painful, so I pushed her around in a wheelchair cart. Well, that got so full I had to go and get a regular cart, too. I am sure we looked hilarious pushing two carts side by side! When we got back to her house and had unloaded everything, we ate a nice lunch together. I am so grateful for my 93-year-old friend!
When I got home, Jake and Snowy did not greet my from their doggy hole. I went outside and they weren't there, but the fence had been pushed back and I knew they had escaped. Again, I was at a point to either panic or pray. I prayed. Then I called for them from the back and front of the house. Moments later, they appeared in the front, wet and dirty. I was so happy to see them (thank you Lord). Of course I had to bathe them. That reminded me of Mary, too, because she gave Jake a bath once. But this time it was a happy memory.
The rest of the day was good- picking up the kids and doing things with and for my family. I thanked God for the wonderful day- one that could have been sad, but turned out happy!