When I arrived home, there was a package waiting for me. It was from an old friend, that used to belong to my hikers' group, Lowell Whitlock. He sent me the above Dominican Cross. It was such a surprise that I'm still marveling over it. I haven't seen Lowell for a few years. He was in my Spanish class and cribbage class, at the Senior Center. Then he moved to Texas--never to be seen or heard from, again. So I thought, until this morning.
Isn't it a godsend to hear from old friends?
My son came for lunch, carrying a Christmas kissing ball. It smells wonderful.
He said it was for my birthday since what he ordered was back-ordered. But guess what, as we were eating, the package arrived. It was a box of specialty cookies. One more surprise: he volunteered to wash my kitchen garden window. It hasn't been washed in about 2-3 years because it's too hard to get to. It's right above the bulk-head.
What a day of surprises! My favorites are the window washing and my Dominican cross.
God is good.
All the time.
