The breeze for once did not take my breath but felt refreshing blowing across my face & through my hair.
I peeked inside to find a package.
A box from a dear friend.
I couldn't get inside fast enough.
Amish Granola & Molasses Cookies
And a note that read,
"You are not forgotten, my friend..."
Ugly, sobbing tears.
I thanked God for reminding me of his love when my heart feels discouraged & for using my friend in such a timely way. I thanked him for tangibly showing me that I am known. That we are loved. That my family is not forgotten.
Then I ate the best tasting molasses cookie I've ever had.