Tuesday

sitting alone in the waiting room at the ER this morning. I cried. I prayed. my mind raced. I was a bit panicked. called back to his room to wait. I took a deep breath.

a few tests. a few long hours. a diagnosis later. we were home. tired. grateful. thankful.

the hubs tops my gratitude list. bless him. blessed me.

'why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, in the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropped in the street — and every one is signed by God's name and I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.'