The day started with a visit to the dermatologist who reminded me I had not been there in years. Many years.
I was in Minnesota attending trade school, then Covid, I explained.
(You can read about some of my move here: https://wordpress.com/post/catstrav.com/435)
My excuses did not matter. He proceeded to slice and dice. He is excellent and I trust him, but it still felt difficult.
I left wearing a few Band-aids and armed with another appointment. It wasn’t a morning in the garden, that was for certain. Plus, his office is a good hour from where I live.
I was feeling not too upbeat as I returned home and checked my mail. I had the usual flyers advertising nothing I needed.
There was also an envelope from Amazon, which was puzzling. I am not a Prime member. I KNOW when I order something or not and I knew I had not ordered anything.
I sliced it open.
Inside was a gas card for no small amount.
I could feel tears well up and I couldn’t stop them. They were running down my face.
Of course, there was no identification inside the envelope. There was definitely my name and address on the front.
So, I just cried.
Someone, somewhere cared.
I can pay for my gas. I have a good job. Do I still get scared sometimes? All this talk about the economy, inflation, recession. Yes, it can be frightening.
And every visit to the gas station is surprising. The lines take me back to the ’70’s, and there are lines at the stations offering the least expensive gas in town. The total on the pump is reaching new heights.
It was the timing.
On one of the roughest days of my week, I had a gift drop like manna.
Isn’t life amazing?
Isn’t God good?
I am reminded there are kind people in the world and I have no idea who they are, and that is ok. Someone out there supports me. I am so thankful. So very thankful.
When I think of the challenges I face at work, (you can read more about that here- https://medium.com/todays-rosie/thank-the-lord-i-work-in-a-union-shop-de4d5cb31280
and other issues in my life, I am reminded that I am not alone. I have support that cares.
Thank you, Lord.
Portions of this story appear in medium.com as well.