So God doesn't forget. Even 8 years after Daddy's gone?
"What can I show from his study today?" I wondered. After all, when I came the end of Aug., the construction people had done a wonderful work on the window frame but left the place in a shambles; making it easier to think of it as a forgotten room in the corner, perfect to store unused things! No! I wanted Daddy honored most in this house--his place must NOT be made into a dust bin! (Besides, it's the room Daddy promised me.)
That thick wooden clock on the wall with all the flags of the Canadian provinces is so pretty, I thought, and walked over to look at it. It had stopped moving a long time ago, but it was still relatively clean and bright. Maybe a mere change of battery will have it moving again, I thought, and reached to take it off the wall. But something caught, and when I tugged a little stronger, the certificate above it fell from the wall.
Surprised, I dropped the heavy timepiece...and the edge hit a joint on my left foot toe--YOWWWW! It hit at just the wrong angle. I applied a bag of ice to the area (had a towel wrapped around the bag) to keep the ugly purple and swelling down, but I think I took a little too much time. 6 days later, it's looking like this.
No hurry June, God seemed to tell me; just take it one step at a time, and if you need to rest a bit, that's ok too.
