(Gratitude Entry-The Good Stuff)
The other day at therapy an elderly woman said to her husband, “It’s too much. It’s just too much.” Her husband held her hand and said, “I understand you’re afraid.” It was one of the most tender moments I’ve witnessed in a very long time.
A young black boy still bandaged up from his Cochlear implant surgery walked down the isles of Wal-mart with his older brother. It was obvious the older brother was very protective of him but he smiled when a young white boy signed to his little brother from across the way.
There was the tiniest little girl slumped over in a chair sleeping while dressed in her over stuffed pink snowsuit. Her little snore sounded like a kitten’s purr. It was the sweetest thing ever. She was so tiny. A lady in the waiting room asked her mother, “Where can I get one of those?” I think most stores are sold out of Pink Purring Girls but the shelves are fully stocked with Tickle Me Elmo.
Big, beautiful snowflakes have fallen since early this morning. It’s cold outside but undeniably beautiful.
I sometimes think to myself, God must be one proud Artist. He sure knows how to paint the best pictures. No wonder he looked down and saw that it was good.
J of A
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