Have you ever felt like you needed some human understanding…?

Have you ever felt like you needed some human contact, compassion, understanding or just someone present with your heart?

Recently, we had to rush our precious Terrier/Chihuahua, Buddy, to the Vet with either a stroke, seizure, or poison induced seizure (toads in Florida – yuck).

He’s improving a little each day for which I’m overwhelmed with gratitude!

 

 

I could write a book (if I could write a book) about what I’ve learned this weekend about Myself… AND Grace & Gratitude!

GRACE – giving myself a break when I felt overwhelmed with circumstances at that moment:                                                                                         – a Vet who had no clue how to care for Buddy,                                                         – sewage backing up in the tub,                                                                                         – Plumber dudes traipsing through the house with their disgusting shoes,                                            —   – for not having invested in Clorox company years ago, and                                                                               – for not responding immediately to sweet friends who were texting their support and love.

GRATITUDE — for those sweet friends who “Stand By Me” when I’m not the best self I can be,               – for Mike Bayer’s Group (from which was birthed our Celebrate Life Today group meetings).         – for the new friends in that Group who were so supportive during this speed bump.                         –   – for the old friends who responded to my panic text for prayer for Buddy… 

I recognized how often I try to power through by myself, or just “Me & Jesus, Got Our Own Thing Going” mode rather than not recognizing the power in the fellowship of these new friends along with those tried-and-true sweet old friends.

We truly do need one another – do we not? Thank you God, for friends – new and old!

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