Last week a woman in the parking lot of a local grocery store gave my daughter a precious gift of a dozen roses. Then she proceeded to pass out three more bunches of roses to other passersby. It was something done for her that obviously I could not do, nor knew to do for her that day. When she called me on her cell she talked about how in the past at Penn State she had been given a flower here and there during her four years there from various students, mainly those involved in student ministries, but she never expected to have that happen here, in this place, a dinky rural place she calls home. Over the past month she has had to hear from others her age moving on, backpacking in Europe, internships in Costa Rica, trips to Chicago and NYC. She has never acted or admitted jealousy, I know I would be if in her shoes. Yesterday was job interview one, in two days, two and three. This daughter is my quiet one, her actions always speak louder than her words. Last night she waited up with me for her father who was called out to trouble shoot a job, even after I mentioned she could go up to bed. A couple days ago she talked briefly about how pretty this area we live in is, even if it's boring. Last night she wished openly she had the funds to pay back her grandparents for the car they bought her by financing their dream trip to Italy, laughing when I asked if she would travel along. "Of course, I wouldn't send Nana and PopPop alone". Keep those dreams alive, girl!
I am posting this as a reminder to myself and anyone else who happens along to enjoy the place you are in, something I struggle with at times, and to keep that line of communication open with God and witness constantly your dreams and frailties.
My dream...Prague...Czech it out! Then there is English countrysides, Spain, Italy...
Hehehe...Hubby wants Mount Rushmore and to visit all 30 Professional baseball parks...
Thankfully all are happy with this years choice of Tennessee! Gotta call later today to make arrangements for final payment on cabin. YeeHaw!!!!
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