Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sincere?

Today, I was up early.

As you are probably aware, it's been stiffling here, lately.  I've been grateful that it's usually cooler at night, because I really prefer sleeping with my window open, breathing fresh air!

Until last night, at least.  Instead of being cooler, it was still rather hot, last night.  Although, I must admit, God blessed me with a beautiful breeze last night.  Thank You, Lord!

In any case, when I arose this morning, it wasn't what I call refreshing.  Even so, I proceeded with my in apartment exercise routine.

By the time I completed my workout, I was cooked!  Well, okay.  I really wasn't cooked, but I felt like I had been in an oven.

My plans today included having lunch with a friend of mine, A.  A is also a widow, although I knew both she and her husband for many years, prior to his death.

We met at Pat & Hank's and enjoyed some wonderful fellowship time, as well as a great meal.  It's been quite a while since I've had halibut and I must admit, I think I had forgotten just how good it truly is.  Mmmm.... good!  Thank you A, for all the wonderful conversation we shared, today.  We need to do this more often!

Being female friends, I was sure thankful that we could hug each other and didn't need to shake hands.

That happened to me a couple days ago.  While meeting with clients that are becoming friends, to have some papers signed, I was surprised to see their pastor had arrived at their home before I did.  I hadn't been aware he would be there, otherwise I probably wouldn't have arranged to meet them at that time.

Explaining that I could return at a later time, I was not only welcomed into their home, they insisted I visit with them and their pastor.  I had met their pastor previously, when I attended the husband's baptism, recently.

Usually, when I shake hands with someone, I use a firm handshake.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't like wishy-washy handshakes, because they seem to me to be rather insincere.

Well, when their pastor gripped my hand, he used a firm handshake.  Maybe I should say, a more than firm one!

Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but since my fall last week, this was the first (1st) opportunity I had to actually shake someone's hand.  I knew I felt like I had whiplash once again, and was experiencing shoulder, elbow, arm, wrist, hand and finger pain, but I felt improved and didn't really think a handshake would bother me.

Wrong!  I nearly collapsed with the firm handshake I received from the pastor!

It was only after this, that I noticed that the side of my hand had an undertone of bruising.  Why it is taking so long for bruising to show up is beyond me.  But, it has.

In fact, only within the last couple of days had my neighbour/friend K commented how my knees were yellow, still.  Meaning they are bruised inside, even if there is no outward bruising.

Shocking?  It has been to me.  I'm just glad God is in control and is providing healing for me.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!  Hallelujah!

Again, I sincerely thank you for prayer.  May God bless you as you continue to pray for me.  Please know that I pray for you, too.


Until next time...

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