…but it wasn’t my fault!
It’s morning. The sun is out. I got my glasses. I got my Kind Almond Butter Granola bar. I got the most perfect coffee in the world made by my sweetheart.
I have family here providing much needed help. And I feel like I’m growing stronger quickly.
Thank you, my many hospital visitors. And sorry to those I warded off when I was having my bad hospital day. The gifts were appreciated, especially the chocolates I shared with the nurses.
Thank you to all who texted and emailed and called. Your words lifted me and I could feel the prayer wind.
Thank you, cousin Doreen in Asheville, who sent me an email on Saturday morning because I wasn’t blogging and she knew something might be wrong.
Writers gotta write. And I have lots to write about. But not today. This is just my reentry.
What I do want to say is this: a comment was made to me that the man who smashed into me had “ruined my life.” I had not for a second felt like a victim in this scenario. I could not even relate to those words. I could never square it with all the things I have written in here that remind me of the Oneness of all things and God’s vision for me. I am already starting to see it.
And I have no doubt all will be well.
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