Perhaps chronicling the little miracles and the little joys of every day would help people learn to be more thankful and more joyful.
Today i brought mummy to church. She’s been feeling so good this week that she says it has been the best she’s feeling since even before the surgery. She feels stronger, fresher, more sturdy as she walks. So we had a good time at church, sitting in the midst of the congregation, watching her pray during pre and post worship, hearing her sing and keep up with the tunes that she’s not yet familiar with, yet whose words she knows are true from experience. After many friendly hellos and howdoyoudos, we went to meet my sister for lunch.
My sister had a good call last night too. They even made dinner together and got 6 hours of sleep, which is really as good as it gets. So we had a wonderful lunch that was very yummy and had several jokes peppered within. After that we got to walk around a bit: to Marks and Spencer, Mango, Tangs. It was only after that that mummy felt tired and needed to sit down, so she hung on to my arm and i brought her back while my sis went to get the bread and cakes.
Mummy was a little disappointed because she had wanted to buy the cakes and all for everybody. She said it felt good spending her own money again and getting stuff for the family, and she did. At M&S she just kept going, Get it too! Get it too! Put it in the basket! And it really felt like Christmas.
So her next rest week is Christmastime, and we’re all hoping and praying that it will be as good as this one. But whatever the case, it is, after all, Christmas, and nothing can change that.
