God’s Love; New Every Morning

Dear Reader:

When I saw these sticky notes from the Emily McDowell Studio…this one, in particular, jumped out at me. (I wonder why) I thought all it needed was a line underneath the Still Standing postscript that read Still Smiling. (Still Standing, Still Smiling)

And if there is someone who can make me smile through all this…in fact just plain laugh, it is my Erskine sister Brooke…who came all the way from Walterboro to take me to my appointment yesterday in Mt. Pleasant. A “fur” piece and significant sacrifice of time….but how we did enjoy each other’s company!

Bobbie, my wonderful nurse, was doing administrative work but popped in to say hello and meet Brooke and she brought her “sister”/ close friend, too, Lin to take over my care while she was out. My other friend, nurse Jim, was also there to help un-bandage and then re-bandage the wound again. It continues to look good and my doctor’s prophesy is that “I’ll be walking again normally by Christmas”….the best Christmas present ever.

Late yesterday afternoon…I had a card from Landrum, South Carolina (outside Spartanburg) and was curious as to whom the card was from. It was Barbara, my young neighbor, Luke’s mom. We have only met on a few brief occasions when she has visited Luke and Chelsey and I thought it was so sweet of her to send me a get well card…but it turned out to be much more than that… it was a God Wink with Barbara being chosen the messenger!

She started the card by telling me Luke had updated her on my recent foot surgery gone awry… along with the bigger picture of my on-going battle with breast cancer. She told me that I had been “heavy on her heart and she had no doubt that the Lord put me there.”

In recent sermons her pastor has been preaching  the importance of not only seeking God’s face but listening to what He is saying. She continued with….” He is speaking loudly to me and the subject is you.”

The verse of scripture she keeps hearing comes from Lamentations 3:22-23

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.”

She ended her note with: “What a mighty God we serve.” (Amen!)

I was overcome with her message and then remembered how the day had started…(checked a few early emails before Brooke arrived)

A message from Mary Fennemore of Delaware said:

“And THANK YOU Becky for your part in mine! Daily you give me inspiration and I cherish and appreciate you SO MUCH! Happy Fall! Happy Thanksgiving! With my love and prayers, Mary”

Honey Burrell:

“Thank you Becky! Yes, I well remember this story. I think of it quite often. Those simple words, thank you are so powerful. Love to you and many thanks for all you do each and every day to bring encouragement and joy to your readers and friends!❤️”

Beverly Parkinson:

Great story no matter how often it is told. ‘Thank You’ is a sentiment not used often enough.
The photo’s are worth a thousand words. Beautiful.

On top of the messages, emails, God Winks….the cards so many of you have sent are exquisite, filled with beauty, hope, promise, funny and satirical, spiritual and uplifting….a card to match the many moods of a long-term convalescence

My friend and former oncology nurse, Linda Carson,  placed a ‘get well angel’ and message on a coin inside the card which I took to my appointment yesterday. It, along with all your prayers, did the trick…progress continues and Christmas will have a special meaning this year. (“To help you heal and to wish you love, May an angel bless you from above.”)

So until tomorrow….Thank you readers for never letting me being alone; instead I can hear your footsteps walking beside me…and I enjoy the company!

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

( I leave my happiness in the most important Someone Else’s Pocket…God’s!)







About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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3 Responses to God’s Love; New Every Morning

  1. bcparkison says:

    I want to rephrase the quote to ” I want to have God in my pocket” so he is there where ever I end up.
    My Pocket Buddy by Carolyn Warnel
    When I reach into my packet I find a little stone.
    i put it there to remind me that i am not alone.
    When I am scared or frightened I can always know,
    That God is always with me no matter where I go.
    Just like my little buddy, an ordinary stone.


  2. Gin-g Edwards says:

    So glad that all went well with your appt. You are always on my mind…love and prayers dear friend…


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