Gratitude is something I shared with a friend tonight. Would you believe the last time I talked to her was about 40 years ago. Her daughter phoned me several months ago, closer to a year ago and I thought I had written her number on an envelope and it gotten thrown out, and I couldn't find it. The daughter's number was a business number and it got deleted from my phone and she had called at a time when I was not well. I told myself to just accept it, it wasn't meant to be.
Today, I was looking for a paper with a password for my computer for John and didn't find it, but I found a notebook with my friend Marilyn's phone number on it. We talked for an hour and a half. We hope to meet for lunch next week. She is a couple of years younger than I am. She informed me has shrunk and is only 4' 9" so we will be like two strangers when we meet, and yet when we started talking, it was like it was yesterday. When my son was born, I left the hospital and went to her place. I had no experience with children, and she had two children. The last time she saw my son he was 8 years old and today he is 48.
So when I got that number, I should have picked up the phone and called instead of thinking of calling later, or just maybe, it was meant to happen today. Nothing happens in God's world by mistake. Today it felt right.
