Yesterday

Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of my accident at Wal-Mart. Richard called it a good day. I didn't mention to him that for me, it was bittersweet. Why should it be a hard day for both of us?

We were busy much of the day and as we went from here to there, I had internal dialogs with the Lord. We got a pickup load of white rock for our yard makeover and God reminded me that in His sight I am pure and white, enabled to be in His presence... but He also showed me that to make me clean, Jesus, the spotless lamb of God had to be broken like that rock. Compared to His pain, mine is nothing... a mere inconvenience.

I watched two shows of Monk on TV (they were having a Monk marathon). I can't quite follow the story line, but I like the characters. As I enjoyed the comedic antics of Monk's brain, God reminded me that even though my own brain doesn't work quite as well or predictably as it once did, it is still serving me fairly well and, like Mr. Monk, I have someone to help me, someone who takes my oddities in stride and works around them.

Richard and I played Canasta over the internet (ain't technology grand?) and even though it's hard for me to keep track of my turn, etc, I still have fun, and God reminded me that it is He who created me and gave me the capacity for fun and love and joy, none of which were lost when my skull impacted first steel, then concrete.

Finally, an old friend sent me a chat message and words of encouragement he couldn't have known I needed to hear on this particular day... but God knew! He always knows!!