THE WRONG DAY
I checked the calendar and it was the third Thursday in the month so
the C.W.I would be
meeting in my home today. I did my usual tidy up, then set out
the chairs, moved the table and sat down to await the first arrivals.
Time passed and nothing happened, so I
rang the next door neighbour, and she laughed at me for getting the
day wrong. She
decided to come and visit, seeing I had everything ready for visitors.
We sat down to talk and it was as if the floodgates had been opened. So
much sorrow and resentment, all dammed up in her body just waiting to get
free. She talked and talked, talked as she had not had the
chance for years.
At the end of the visit she looked 10 years younger and you could see
the lightness of
her step as she walked away from me. I just love it when the
numbers on the calendar
move to make a different day.
Thank you Lord for caring about us so much.