It wasn’t raining today, just colllllddd, so I set off to the doctor's office. God could keep me warm if He chose. I read once about a person who got real angry with God Who didn't seem to help her when she was driving through a snowstorm and her window got stuck open. Why wouldn't He answer her prayers to get it closed, she wondered, exasperated, and she concluded God could at times be mysteriously cruel, stopped asking for His help. It was after reaching her destination--she'd driven the entire way with the window completely open--she realized she was completely warm. Her heavenly Father had been watching over for her, just not caring for her in the way she told Him to do it.
I not only walked outside to the doctor's office; went to the post office and paid monthly rent; did a bit of shopping; but walking home, I found myself telling Kinya I felt like going to the park. Yes, God had kept me warm too.
But the park animals knew I've been taking it easy, so seemed to cooperate with me today. When I told the mallards I saw the egret at Duck Pond and wanted to sketch her, they came too, so I wouldn't have to stand in two places to make the drawings. And I heard Peter the Kawasemi again.
"I can hear you, but I can't see you!" I shouted into the trees.
But just as I finished drawing the mallards and egret, the pretty blue bird came flying to a branch in front of me--so I wouldn't have to move--and could make my sketch right there.
I feel up to doing the pictures in color, but it was much too cold to stay outside...so I compromised. I did the outlines at the park, fully intending to color them in at home in color pencil (that's the only medium possible on this thin paper).
It's been a while. But it felt good--almost warm.
