peace

This is not about the desk, or the tea and the computer on the desk. This is not about the room, or the lighting. This is about the peaceful background sounds of someone else cleaning your house. Yes, I have a wonderful cleaning lady, scrubbing bathrooms, vacuuming, dusting and doing all the things that I would rather not be doing. I am a happy girl.

So, I get to sit here in my peaceful studio, bathed in the low lights around me and catch up on some correspondence. Family is gathering for Easter and my daughter will be arriving with her boyfriend to spend the weekend with us. Good food will be made and love will be shared.




I have already heard my Easter blessing... while in class, during an experiment, Mark found out that he has some rather high levels of white blood cells. He visited the campus nurse and she immediately ordered all kinds of tests, but assured him that most of it will be just routine. He may have a slight infection somewhere that needs attention. We were chatting about all of this information and I said to him,

"You know honey, your Momma prays for you every day of your life, so I think your Guardian Angels are on the ball doing their job." He then said to me,

"I heard a saying that has stuck with me all week long, 'Coincidences are just God's way of answering your prayers undercover'"

Little does Mark know that I got off the phone and wept. He may be 27 years old, but to me he is still that big brown eyed vulnerable trusting soul that is always searching for his Heavenly Father to prove himself. So, I am still basking in that peaceful conversation and thanking God for good housekeepers. I am a happy momma too.