My brother’s grandchildren playing in the back yard. They saw me taking pictures and turned around and waved at me. So sweet. Among them is a beautiful little red-headed 5 year old named Mary, who was born on my birthday. I introduced myself to her at first, and she looked at me sort of warily. By the time I left, she would gleefully shout “Hi Mary!!!” every time she saw me. I would shout back “Hi Mary!!!”
I am working at home today, and I better get to it. I have to proofread a huge document that will be made public later this month. I am good at proofreading, and I hope it will be relatively easy for me today.
Last night I got some of my very own jail-mail. My daughter usually gets a mailbox full every single day. But this one was addressed to me. There was a jailhouse drawing of a rosary, an AA logo, and praying hands. I wonder if God doesn’t love those drawings the best. So earnest, so heartfelt, such detail in pencil. With that was a short note (my daughter likes to make up names for herself… her sobriety name is “Sunny” and when I call her “Megan” people look at me like I am nuts):
Listen, I know Sunny has been through a lot in her life, she made it because of an unconditionally loving MOM and not much more. Thanks, _______
The depression has come back with a vengeance. I surrendered again to God this morning. Whatever he wants…. and I mean whatEVER. I will plug through the day and trust that I am exactly where he wants me today.
Blessed are those who, with a noble and generous heart, take the word of God to themselves and yield a harvest through their perseverance. — Luke 8:15