Success on the Journey

I got caught in torrential rain and had to change my clothes twice yesterday. The first time, I had taken my senior friends Comer and Evelyn to lunch. I hadn't seen Evelyn in a long time as she had been failing both physically and mentally to the degree that Comer was concerned taking her out would be pointless, and difficult. However, I begged him, and he relented. I arrived to not find them waiting as usual, eager and perched in the lobby. I went to Comer's room. Evelyn sat quietly in the sitting area, but Comer was frantically ransacking his closet.
"I can't find my wallet!" he said. So we both ransacked his room for an hour while Evelyn sat silently watching. Every so often, I would glance at her and smile, and say, "Hungry?"
"Yes, hungry," she would mumble, and smile back.
Finally, an hour later, Comer said, "Perhaps we better do lunch another time. I am just sick about this."
I looked up the number of his credit card company so he could call about it being stolen, when he pulled out a shirt from his closet, draped over a pair of pants.
"I didn't check these pants since they were covered."
I felt the pocket, and smiled.
"Evelyn! Ready for lunch?!"
So I drove them to my kayak lake and we watched the baby geese chase a toddler.
We ate our fried chicken and looked out on the lovely lake.
"It is very peaceful here," said Comer.
"Yes," I agreed.
And then when we drove home, the skies opened forth and reenacted the story of Noah and the flood. I pulled back into the nursing home drive, where a kind nurse's aid appeared with an umbrella. So Comer and Evelyn stayed somewhat dry, but I was drenched getting them out of the car.
After all that sitting, I dearly longed for a walk. I changed clothes when I got home and checked the skies. Blue and sunny again. I headed out with the dog for a walk. Halfway out, Noah Part 2 came and the second half of the flood. Honeybun and I walked home with the rain lashing little potholes in our skin.

But this morning, it is not raining. In one hour, I take Asherel to the long awaited SAT 2 test that she has worked like a dog towards all year. And then our school year is over and summer begins. The rains will stop and the season of singing will be here.
That is why one should never give up. One day can bring lost wallets and downpours, but the next can bring hope and the promise of summer. If you think of it, please say a little prayer for my girl this morning....

Genesis 24: 56
But he said to them, "Do not detain me, now that the Lord has granted success to my journey. Send me on my way so I may go to my master."



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