Visit

Earlier this week, I had the good fortune to eat frozen pizza with a friend. Over the noise of our kids playing, we did our best to tackle the latest problems. I told my husband it was like going to therapy without the fees. Sometimes a good visit is really healing for the soul.

I got a call today about a friend waiting for surgery tomorrow. My daughter had the day off school so we decided to make a suprise visit. This particular friend is much older and wiser than me. She was told in the fall that I was fighting staph and started to cry. It was my turn to return the favor and provide a little distraction. I think one of the worst things about being in the hospital is just watching the time tick by so slowly.

My daughter and I were at the gas station when I realized that I didn't know exactly how to get to this particular hospital. I didn't bring the address and I still haven't learned to use the GPS that my husband bought for me. As we were waiting, a van pulled up with a logo about providing rides to local hospitals. I asked the driver if he happened to know and he didn't know right away. After I told him what I could remember, he told me the right exit and two turns that would get me there safe and sound. I think that is God at work. I know my friend appreciated the visit but I also think helping someone else even a little helps. I get a lot of help and I appreciate the opportunity to pass it on.

Blessings,

Cindy