My oldest brother turned 60 (and don't get any ideas of how old I am...he's the first born and I am the baby... like the super baby). We got to surprise him and share Ethiopian food. I was able to watch him become overwhelmed with the love of his family and friends. He might have even shed a tear. Highlight of the summer.
A long lunch and talk with a friend from high school who I hadn't seen for 30+ years that I thought might not go so well. After all, she had her act together even then (in a kind of straight-laced, smart, preppy, godly way) and I certainly didn't (in a bouncy, talk-too-much, all-over-the-place, boy-crazy way). It was wonderful and beautiful. Our hearts connected as we shared our similar journeys of brokenness and redemption. A true gift for me.
Rachel's wisdom tooth surgery and healing went off without a hitch (and this is no small feat in her never-ending saga of tooth infections and emergency extractions). It's the small things sometimes. The not-end-up-in-the-emergency-room things.
Celebrating the wedding of our friends' son. Watching young love blossom. Their commitments to God and each other. The roasts (I mean toasts). Shoe games. Gorgeous weather for an August Saturday. Reminders of our own love and commitment. Continued thankfulness for Allen and our 26+ years.
A rainy Monday provided for the day I woke up with a sore throat. Cozy rest. A nap when I needed it. Rain makes me feel safe inside. Long story. Thankful. Here's to asking God to do only what He can do. I can't bring healing to myself. Only He can. That's his job. And my job? To follow the instructions of the Great Physician. Listen to His heart for me. Place myself in environments so that He can do His job. It's not a formula. It's not magic. I'm not even sure how it all works. But I do know this, celebrating and speaking out and reminding myself of all that I am thankful for is GOOD. And I will take it today.