I had such a glorious day yesterday. It started out as a very snowy day. It was a blowing, white out snow. I hunkered down with a book which I figured I would spend the day reading. I had received it in the mail a few days before and this seemed like a perfect day to read it. It is called “The Art of Work” by Jeff Goins. (Imagine that).
As I was sitting there with the book, my son pulled up. I don’t get to see him very often so this was a treat for me. All of a sudden, I saw something in his hand that looked like it was a bouquet of flowers. Neither one of us had ever seen lilies this color before. Being that burgundy is my favorite color, he said he had to get them for me for that reason.
My son began to shovel my walkways for me. The reader must understand here that my son doesn’t do things like this normally. I was so overjoyed all I could do was thank the Lord. This was a heavy thick snow and with my back injury, I never would have been able to do all of it. I felt so special when he did this for me. He is growing up into such a fine young man. It’s been wonderful to watch. I am very proud of him.
He even went and talked to the renters for me. They were next door painting. They told me they didn’t want to paint all of the walls. This was not acceptable to me but I cannot be as stern as my son can. I don’t know what my son said to them, but they had painted all the walls by evening.
Then, when the day was about over, I mentioned to my son it was too bad there was such bad weather or we could go out for dinner. He said “I’m game and I’ll even drive”. So we went to an all-you-can-eat Chinese place here in town and plainly, pigged out. I almost felt sick I ate so much.
Since my son is very good at seeing things spatially, I asked him if he could come and look at my office with me and see what he thought about how I was wanting to rearrange it. I knew it didn’t fit Feng Shui principles the way it was and I have been feeling stuck with my writing. He gave me some ideas and after he left I set out to tackle the office, my “mom cave” as I affectionately call it. I had it arranged in less than an hour. What a glorious end to a wonderful day.
I had felt hopelessly lonely the day before this, so again God proved to me that “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning”. Psalms 30:5, KJV.