Hard Day Covered with God-Prints

Hard Day Covered with God-Prints

Man, today was hard. I didn’t realize it was going to be so hard until I talked to Chip on the way to work—he’s out of town today. The dam broke, tears flowed, and we both cried. For two fairly verbose individuals, sometimes our vocabulary shrinks to four words — “It’s just so hard.”

My mental auto-pilot took over and caused me to steer my car the short way to work. I passed Chandler’s bike memorial. Just more tears.

I got to work, sat down at my desk, tears just barely wiped from my face, and my friend Gail popped her head in to say hi. I said, “I’m having a hard day.” The dam broke again. Gail was with me when we heard the first of the crappy news in the hospital the night of the accident. She’s just real, and she lets me cuss. She hugged me and didn’t offer any hyper-spiritual platitudes. I’m not going to say she cussed with me. I’m just going to say, she’s awesome.

Also, have I said how grateful I am to be working where any time of day, I can hit a hard spot and have people surround me with hugs, love, prayer. Mission Hills Christian School is a very special place because the people are very special people.

Then another friend at work brought me a gift, a picture that depicts how she sees the Lord caring for me right now. That’s for another blog post.

So now…the ring. I don’t even have words. When a writer says that, it really means nothing. So here are the words.

A friend and mom whose precious little one goes to Mission Hills stopped by this morning with a “little something.” When I opened the box and saw the WWHC (What would honor Chandler?) ring, just MORE tears. I told her, “The day I die, this ring will probably still be on my finger. I will treasure it always.” As if that weren’t enough, this friend texted me later the most life-giving, strengthening words.

After work, I sat with a lifelong friend and read through one of Chandler’s sign-in books that was at Board & Brew for his life celebration service. Just didn’t want to tackle that alone. Added bonus, we met at Bodhi Leaf, so we got to see Chance and talk to him after he got off work.

More God-prints all over my day. He knew I needed them.

Tonight I talked with a friend who did some work moving a light fixture over in our downstairs bathroom. He told me, “The wires will only be live if you turn the switch on.” I replied, “Well, the only person in our family who I’d be concerned about touching them just to check would be….” He and his wife simultaneously finished my sentence — “Chandler.” I smiled.

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