The wind has died down, the sun has finally come out and the hub has gone fishing. But before he left he read to me. From the Bible.
“Read some of Jesus’ words,” I said. “I’ve heard enough from Paul. Not that he didn’t have some good things to say, but he’s not God.”
You all know how I feel about that.
Anyway, with me still on crutches, that was our church today.
And then the hub hightailed it to the lake, leaving me here on the sofa, with a beagle snoring gently beside me, continuing worship by recalling some of the things for which I was grateful this week.
On Tuesday my cleaning lady came. (Don’t judge me, she only comes EVERY OTHER week.) She is a huge Slurpee fan and she often tells me about her latest favorite flavor. This time it was Vernors. I am not a Slurpee fan – brain freeze – but, what proper Detroit girl doesn’t love Vernors?
As she was leaving, she mentioned that she might stop for a Vernors Slurpee on her way home.
“Hey,” I said, “why don’t you stop at the 7-11 here, near me? That way, if they have Vernors today, you can text me and I’ll have the hub stop and get me one on his way home.”
Her eyes brightened and her mouth formed a smile. She was clearly pleased and heartily agreed to do so.
About ten minutes later the garage door opened.
What’s the hub doing home so soon?
It wasn’t the hub, it was Becky. Bearing a gift.
Thanks God, for the little kindnesses that make life wonderful.
P.S. My brain only froze once. So that was good. Momentarily very painful, but good.