So much for setting goals for 2024. I’m already behind and it’s just the 4th of January. For faithful followers of this blog, you know I planned to post photos of Chad, Kristina and Grandgirls, Maggie and Poco by today. But I missed my deadline. So my revised goal is to do so before next Christmas.
For sure, I’m back home. A large bundle of held-mail arrved from the post office. The Boston Globe hit my porch with a welcomed thud. My neighbor, Beth, returned the plants she plant-sat for me. Another reminder, that I have the world’s best neighbors.
But still, I find transitions harder than when I was younger or had Jud to lean on. Well, I already confessed about transitions in my last blog. You know, the one before “Whoops!” Home’s good. And the transition’s made easier by Chad and Cozy, their dog, picking me up at the airport.
However, warm welcomes go just so far. I was hungry. Even cross country flights on United just offer a “free” package of pretzels or Biscoffs. I felt like Oliver holding out his tin bowl begging, “Please Sir, more gruel.” I know, “Stop whining.”
Well, as I rode home from the airport with Chad, I mentally prepared myself for an almost empty refreigerator. I recalled a few eggs, some potatoes in need of cooking, an onion, wrinkled apples ready to become applesauce, some cheese (hopefully, not green), and some bread past it’s “best by” date. After being away almost three weeks, what did I expect?
But then God showed up. On the porch was a Christmas package. It contained a jar of homemade tomato soup and other treats from my neighbor, Judy. Imagine! Manna in Massachusetts! It’s still my favorite comfort food: tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. When I saw Judy the next day she said, “I was going to make a grilled cheese sandwich but was afraid it would get soggy.” By now, some of you are ready to buy my condo to get Judy & Dick, Beth & Bill as your neighbors.
Well, for sure, it’s a reminder that worrying’s a waste of time. Even if Judy’s gift wasn’t on my doorstep, I’ve lived long enough to trust God to provide what I really need. It doesn’t mean I don’t ever get “hangry,” impatient, doubtful or fearful. But gratitude and trust win more than lose. And Wendell Berry’s words still offer perspective as I anticipate the challenges ahead in 2024.
“Be JOYFUL though you have considered all the facts.”
However when it comes to making plans and setting goals, I think I’ll take a break from trying to be who I’m not. And trust God to be who God is. Then choose to be more content.
As for running behind, guess what? It’s Leap Year. We get an extra day. WooHoo! See what I mean? It’s like God providing tomato soup for the soul. And who couldn’t use a day like that!
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