Yesterday was one of those days that you just know you’re one of God’s favorites….as we all are. It was a tough tough morning for me, early hours from 4-9 a.m. are my work hours. I take a break from 6:30-7:30 to get the children up and cook breakfast, but those wee hours are God’s talk time and work time for me after God is through. I would usually saunter in the kitchen where my Dixie Mae looked up at me and simply smiled with a pink lipstick looking smiling lips. She was always glad to see me, always happy I was there (a rarity as a mom/stepmom of teens) and always wanted to be held immediately. That silly girl had trained me to rock her in my office chair and sing to her every morning, and she flat loved it. She was a gift. Mrs. Goofy called early, she and I have been old friends since our first meeting a year ago. She and I talked about the hurts and poured into me words I so needed to hear, God is good. And yesterday a messenger angel looked like Mrs. Goofy in my heart.
As the morning progressed, God simply loved on me. Bob Collins, STEP-carefully.com and I had a morning phone conference regarding ministry opportunities. Bob not only was encouraging of what we together are trying to do, but he simply did what I needed most…he prayed with me over the phone. I cannot tell you what that meant to me. Again, God sent him as a gift to me. My new assistant Precious came to see me next, coming an hour early and bringing lunch because she knows the reality of the wildness of what God is creating in my life. Her husband, on their 3rd anniversary no less, was so kind to make us homemade potato soup and Hawaiian bread, we shared and laughed and then got back to work! Thought Coach, Mary B, lent me her expertise as I was so struggling with letting God be in charge of the children this week. I know in my head that it is true, He is there, but my heart wanted to be with them. The afternoon involved packing, laundry, and two phone calls from clients that again were simply gifts from God. Folks I’ve wanted to have as clients in my business, and now they are!
Trista of Delicious Designs by Trista is a gift as well. Her creativity and my own simply are in sync, making a beautiful thing together. God has sent new clients for us both and we simply have fun together, which is what matters when the count is down in a business that can be stressful. I told her yesterday that I believed she was up for adoption and indeed I wanted to be Mum. She’s simply so lovable too! Because my girls and young women I work with tease me about being the Queen Mum, I told Trista that her new title was Lady Trista, daughter of the QM.
God quietly whispered to me all day. My heart has been convinced the last seven years that everything happens for a reason…my nephew’s death at 16, my mom’s death at 72, my school district consolidating, foster children situations, I have faith that God is God, but sometimes I simply have trouble trusting His plan. (God’s short bus girl!) Somedays I have the gall to think that I, a mere human, can mess up God’s plan…and worry about doing so….such disobedience to what the Word says…worrying.
However, yesterday as the day unfolded, texts and messages came from the children, it was apparent as painful as losing our puppy was, God was making something beautiful happen. My son texting me throughout the day, my daughter calling later in the day. They are still at their grandparents, as the day went on I got yet another sad call, the uncle, their grandfather’s brother who lived next door, died unexpectedly yesterday. One more hit, one more hurt…they had just spent the time with him yesterday and now in some way, both children know that he’s with Dixie Mae in heaven…and are comforted by that. They both loved their great uncle and Uncle Russell loved labs and my children.He was a flying ace in the war, and had told endless stories of flying biplanes in early times.
Your comments were so kind and I needed the typed hugs yesterday. This morning the chair is still empty next to me, and it’s tough to type anything without tears, but I know that that silly girl with the pink lipstick is grinning at God today..and glad to see Him face to face too….and I look forward to knowing one day we’ll all play together again. She indeed, brought healing to our home with her unconditional love, and God whispered to me yesterday….”See, the power my love has….share it with others” And so we continue to prepare and go forward, for God is God and my strength is knowing that His love is for me and for you and I will keep sharing it until as many hearts as I can find can find Him and allow His healing grace in their lives too.
God is God, and He is good!
With tears I read this. So beautifully put. May God bless this ministry and continue to lead you down His path with your hand in His, just like a little child in the hand of her daddy. I understand the pain that you are going through only in the sense that we have lost precious pets which meant much to us and that we still remember, and that as well I have learned many mothering lessons over the last year that I never expected to learn. I have a picture in my mind of your precious puppy flying around in a biplane in heaven with her new friend, ears flapping in the wind, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and smiling with her pink lipstick mouth. God bless you and your family!