Yesterday and the day before were the best days yet! Friday my son Will and his son Jack, arrived from Rosesharon for a visit. Saturday they were big help with some projects around the house. That morning Father Fred brought me communion. We had a wonderful talk which gave me much to ponder.
Judy and Leigh cooked a grand feast and the meal was capped by a cake made for me by Will. It was a recipe Mimi, a good friend, had shared with him. It’s a family favorite at their home. I was glad I felt well and could truly enjoy their visit.
Last night was a restless night for sleep, however. I finally realized there was something God wanted me to think about. A remark I made to Fr. Fred about somber waiting rooms haunted me. By this time it was one in the morning so I read the daily office. Three good Psalms, and then a passage from Daniel. It concerned a dream Nebbacanezer had that Daniel was to interpret for him. Somehow it didn’t register. I guess I was tired; finished the Daily office and went back to bed. Then I dreamed my own dream. I awoke in a cabin similar to those friends and where I have stayed in Flat Rock. Outside was a baby. Judy and I called 911; they ignored our concerns. Finally, I recalled that you could take a baby into a hospital or fire department. Sadly, we felt the baby had been abandoned because she was not developing the way she should have for her size and age. She had been loved, judging from the way she had been cared for and was beautifully dressed. Yet there was failure to thrive. How could a woman with breast cancer and her family care for this child?
We took her to the nearest hospital to turn her in. There we were asked to fill in some information about her, and as we left, we passed her in the same bassinet with another baby, also abandoned… and beyond them three more babies, all abandoned. How sad! The dream ended. What did it mean? I’ve come to the conclusion the meaning for me had to do with those silent, somber faces I had discussed with Fr. Fred I had seen in the waiting rooms.
I cannot change these folks in one short waiting room stay, but I can do something. All children like bright shiny pennies – at least those raised in the depression. I will have a large jar of bright, shiny copper pennies with me as I wait. Pulling it out, I’ll announce to those waiting, “A penny for your thoughts, but only positive thoughts get the pennies!”
What is your good thought of the day? Share it with me on my blog. You might earn a bright, shiny new penny!
Great idea Mom!
ReplyDeleteI had a couple of friend at Ross Elementary give me a shiny penny with a heart cut into it. It came along with a cute little saying on a card to let me know they were concerned about me. I still keep the penny on my keychain and remember their kindness often.
There are several students at my school that have mom's that are going through cancer treatment. They seem so sullen most of the time. It is nice when I can get them involved in our activities and games and see them smile--even if it is only for a short period of time. I think the penny idea is fabulous. I'm sure it will bring smiles to many faces!