Thursday, October 29, 2020

Dear God,

I haven't heard my husband laugh that hard for a long, long time.  Sometimes we just lose our ability to laugh, to fill up with joy and let it overflow.

But today was his birthday.  He received 15 calls, two from people he hasn't heard from in decades.  Two precious persons he helped bring to the US during the fall of Viet Nam in the 1970's.  Surprised and very pleased, they talked for oh so long.  But the best call came from a daughter who has been estranged for nearly a decade.  He sat back in his favorite chair and reflected on his calls until well after midnight.

I suppose, dear God, you had a hand in those calls.  At 85 Harold is lonely at times, feeling forgotten.  Yet, he goes on but he didn't have to on his birthday.  Not only did he receive calls from family and friends, I suspect he felt he got a call from you too.

Thank you,

for laughter

and joy

and gladness,

Gracious God.

Thank you

for giving 

these gifts

to Harold.

Thank you

for every call.

Love always, Andrea