What I had faith for was that I should go to sleep and wake up when this birthday was over.
To look at the circumstances (which is never a great idea when it comes to faith), my life was in flux, my marriage over and the future uncertain.
Uncertainty, by the way, is the #1 culprit of fear…and since faith works by love, well you know where this story is heading…
…except I was love-bombed.
With each gesture of love, like a flat tire being inflated, so were my spirits.
First, a pre-birthday card from my mom, with a $10 bill to “go buy ice cream.” Thursday was like Christmas – every hour I got a call from the lobby desk saying, “We have a package for you, Ms. Viola…”
There are so many flowers in my apartment right now, I feel like Miss America, not Ms. Viola! (Thank you Renee and Steve and Roseann and Mike).
Cynthia is NOT a card person. But she knows that I am and she sent three awesome cards – two laugh out loud funny ones, and another tender one that prompted liquid to spill out of my eyes.
OK, I need to share this one with you:
Then Linda sent me a card that touched me so deeply I have to share the words with you:
THE OAK TREE
A might wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree’s leaves away,
Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
While other trees fell all around
The weary wind gave up and spoke,
“How can you still be standing, Oak?”
The oak tree said, “I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two,
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs and make me sway.
But I have roots stretched in the earth,
Growing stronger since my birth.
You’ll never touch them, for you see,
They are the deepest part of me.
Until today I wasn’t sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I’ve found, with thanks to you,
I’m stronger than I ever knew.
I am writing this on Thursday night because another present is arriving. My friend Anita hopped on a plane today and she will be here with me all weekend. Vats of coffee, endless conversations, laughter and some tears comprise the agenda. And some Face-time with the rest of the Fab Four throughout our time together.
I am blessed. I am rich. I am not alone. I have faith for tomorrow.
Love wove a miracle, stitched my broken heart together and has given me the best birthday of my life.
Who’d have thunk it?
Prior to being love-bombed, I faced another form of faith that attempted to suck the wind out of my sails. Here’s more on that and the new WOW:
Never, ever, ever have I picked the word BEAUTY.
What a lovely word to begin a brand new year of my life.
Thank you for sharing it with me.
I love you –