A carefully planned vacation in the sun to refresh, free from any stress, found my sweetheart glued to a TV for five days while I writhed on a lumpy pillow and uncomfortable mattress with strep. The antibiotics were far from the miraculous drugs I needed. Unused tickets for the special amusements decorate a page in my journal instead.
Apparently God had surprises so I could passionately learn firsthand what He intended me to write about. Some merely frustrated, filling my heart with anxiety over events that should bring gladness. Others were peaks into His heart seeing things I never dreamed possible.
On Mother’s Day, a treasured friend born in Israel—given away by her birth mother but adopted by loving missionaries—stopped by with a beautiful bag of gifts to say I was important. A long distance phone call from another precious friend, immersed in our culture years ago after a painful exodus from hers, brought me to tears.
I was able to fly across the USA to celebrate my mother’s 94th birthday with a very sweet sister, both of us thankful to still have Mama in our lives. My grandmother died before Mom turned two and her father dropped dead in the snow a few years later.
More interesting trips followed, enjoying delightful people and beauty from a magnificent creator. To my husband’s dismay, they left me
speechless but writing words on my computer faster than I could think.
He's done bunches of cooking and cleaning these past three months.
So here we are on the last day of 2011 with my husband moaning on the couch, running a temp. His deep voice sounds sexy but his husky cough scares me from getting closer. My own allergies from our neighbor’s cedar tree are kicking into high gear, and I struggle to finish the final three chapters in my current WIP, A Time to Celebrate.
We don’t plan to celebrate tonight.
Only God knows what the New Year might bring but I'm excited to step into it tomorrow ~ because He has a plan and purpose for every day that I live ~ and most of them begin with a glorious sunrise!!!