I must say this week has been an "odd" one. A few days ago I sat in a crowded diner. A waitress walked past me and I began to sob. Tears just pouring from my eyes. The pain, the sadness, overhwhelmed me. I did not know why. I began to pray, I didnt know for what...than, she turned around and I was left with mascara running down my cheeks staring at her two black eyes. My stomach sank and I thanked God that I could hear her cries before I knew why they were released.
I sipped my gingerale and God began to speak. He talks very fast to my heart. Suddenly I grabbed the check and ran out. I found myself at the florist. I hate flowers. I sent flowers to the waitress with a simple note of what God would say to her directly if she was listening but since she wasnt I was bound to make his voice tangible. They delivered the flowers to Debbie from "Alyson"
As she read the words she lo longer had to wonder, does He love me, love me not, love me, love me not, she knew, she was loved and sometimes, that is all we need to get through another second, another minute, another moment, another day...love.
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