I admit it. I am tired. I am in overload. Since my last post, I have recovered from surgery, driven nearly 6-700 miles a weak for work and clinical, gained about 10 lbs, buried my mother-in-law after a month and a half long hospitalization, decided to resign from my dream job, had my Jetta die, and, well, the list goes on and on. April 6 was a special date for 2 reasons. Most importantly, it was Good Friday. It was also 3 years ago that Mike wrecked. Barry is in Pennsylvania enjoying some much-needed down time. Zuzu is with her grandparents. I am working all weekend. I was not at my current place of employment when Mike died. No one really knows the significance of this weekend nor the angst it causes. Another admission. I am having a bit of a pity party of one. I have felt the bombardment of the world. The news is awful. Many people around me are, themselves, experiencing very difficult trials.
What does all this have to do with tea and lox? Just prior to writing this, I was doing mostly nothing, while waiting for the next call to come in, and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I have been in prayer and in the word a lot this week to provide the spiritual nourishment I need to cope. I have neglected quality physical nourishment as my mind just can't plan that well. Angels come in all forms. This time, it happened to be in the form of a real, live flying one. One of the pilots I work with offered my partner and I bagels with lox and tea. I reluctantly accepted his offer, as I did not want to take his food. Anyway, in about 10 minutes I was presented with a cup of hot tea and a freshly toasted bagel with his homemade lox. One bite and one sip provided more nourishment than I have felt in weeks. What was the big deal? I'll tell you. It was an angel of nourishment and reassurance God sent to me in my moment of need and weakness. Was that my pilot's intent? I don't know. He's just a nice guy. A nice guy that God used to remind me of His steadfast presence wherever I am or whatever the circumstance. I asked God to make his presence known to me, especially at work, and, well, there ya go. He did just that.
Out of the ashes,
Rhonda
