I was dusting the family room earlier today and came acrossed a stack of postcards and letters that had yet to be put in my journal, so I gathered my “Journey” journal and started adding to it. One of the cards was from a very dear woman, whom shall be known as R, who sent me such words of encouragement and joy. We started e-mailing each other on a regular basis, just keeping up on each others lives.
So, also while I was dusting I unearthed a lovely book of prose printed on handmade paper. The title caught my eye “The language of Courage and Inner Strength”, so I took a short break from my chores and sat down to see what was in it. The poems were lovely and very thought-provoking and I started to wonder where I had gotten this tome from. Usually if I receive a book as a gift, I will note somewhere who I received it from and the date. This book, nothing. As I continued turning pages, wracking my feeble brain in an attempt to remember where this book came from, when a little slip of paper fluttered out. Yep, it was from R.
So it really wasn’t hard to figure out who the book from Amazon.com came from today. I had shared my excitement over a book I had read about a subject we are both interested in, so she sent me a book to further my studies. I’m excited to read it.
I’m so blessed to have friends like her in my life. People who care about you without needing something in return. I’m so tired of being needed. Wanted is one thing, being needed is another matter entirely.
Oh, good subject for tomorrow. I’m off to bed. Blessing to you all.