ask and you will receive

A lot of times us co-dependents fail to reach out and touch someone when we need it most because we can "handle" things.  My friend Delores had mentioned to me on Sunday when the car died that she would have been glad to run me to Jackson for the visit with BG.  When I found myself back at the service station with a tire being patched pre-visit this morning I was not looking forward to the drive because....not so trusty Camry.  I came back home to cry kill time until the appointed hour and God told me it was past time to ask for help.  So, I called Didi#1 who was fresh out of yoga and agreed to take me because she's cool like that.  We are old friends with a lot in common including years at the FUMC.   We met Didi#2 at the Exxon station for an exchange of Kilzer vinyl and goat milk soap.  There was great karma and many blessings all over this day that could only come from above.   Over the drive and her lunch treat we traded stories and caught up on who's doing what as we know it.  It was a lovely escape from reality.
My visit with BG was loving, frank and what we both needed.  Since I was being driven I was much less tense than usual and even managed to find the place without GPS.  Our emotions must be on the same level because yesterday was a bad one emotionally for both of us as in feeling the grief full force that comes from keeping it on low burn for a year.  Her legacy now is to shine as a beacon of hope to others like her father did.  Daily she runs into folks who knew and loved him.  It's a God thing, pure and simple.  And just for today and every day...that's enough.

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