This week, my youngest has been having severe asthma problems. Every day this week he has had to be picked up early from school because, despite his medications, he simply can’t get enough air. He went to the doctor yesterday. We are heading there again today. Even as I type this, I know that prayers, good thoughts and intentions, and blessings are being said for him. The people in my life, and on my blog, are just amazing like that.
This morning, I had to get gasoline before I began the 1.5 hour trek to get all the kids to school and/or bus stops. I was in a hurry, and I ran out without breakfast, and without preparing a drink to take to work. (I refuse to spend $1.65 for a soda in the machine! Besides, I didn’t have any cash on me.) When I got to work, I found a stray packet of water flavoring in my desk drawer. SCORE! That got me through the morning.
When I rounded the corner at work, a friend asked, “You can eat bagels, right? Someone brought bagels. They are in the kitchen.” BREAKFAST! I couldn’t believe my luck.
A bit later, when the school called, I hurried to call his doctor. The nurse told me they had JUST had a cancellation and could get us in. WIN!
With all the doctor’s appointments and emergency school runs this week, I had not found time to get groceries. As a result, things are pretty “Old Mother Hubbard” at my house. I wasn’t quite sure what to do about dinner. In fact, it has been weighing on me all morning. Takeout is rarely an option—besides being stupid expensive, it is also problematic due to all the food allergies in our house. As I pondered this, the phone rang. My mom had just been to a big Grand Opening Sale at a local store and got some good deals. “I picked you up some—“ she began, then rattled off enough food to feed the family until the weekend. YES!
And, just now, as I heated up some leftovers that I had stashed in the office ‘fridge, my dear friend popped her head in, “I am running out, do you want anything?” I thought of my now-empty glass at my desk, and nearly cried. “Caffeine?” I whispered, almost afraid to hope. She would laugh if she read this, because I am sure she didn't give her act of kindness a second thought, but for me it meant a lot. The little things always mean so much more than you realize.
In a bit I will leave to meet my son at the doctor. I am worried. So, here is hoping for a bit more good news, just one more blessing.
Have you ever had a day when it felt like something was watching out for you--whether God, the Universe, or friends, or family?