Dear Reader:

I am back home safe and sound…getting in a little after nine last night. I got to Lincolnville before the rains hit and believe me they hit. Crossing the bridges, however, was spectacular because the lightning  literally lit up the skies with the most peculiar shades of pink in the last vestiges of light.

As I stared up at the awe-inspiring skies…I smiled at the eternal question man asks, “The question isn’t whether God is up there…but whether He’s down here.” (Now that one I do know…God is everywhere and I do mean everywhere!)

One of Grandmother Wilson’s favorite responses she gave when asked if she was tired at the end of a day….was “No rest for the wicked, and the righteous don’t need none.”  (To this day that expression still puzzles me…because I try to be as righteous as possible most days and hold off the “wicked” part of life best I know how…but darn if I’m not tired…a happy tired…but tired.

So I will wait until I rise this morning refreshed and ready to take on the world before sharing some stories, thoughts, and photos from the past few days with you on tomorrow’s blog post.

Update: I still have my bandages on my foot up to my knee. Even though I was disappointed yesterday that March 15 didn’t mark the end of the weekly five months worth of visits as hopefully deemed possible… I couldn’t be upset with the doctors or nurses because I could tell the medical team was just as disappointed as me for me… and like Doodle reminded me…the wound will completely heal in God’s time…and it will.

*Besides I should have known the Ides of March might upset the apple cart. It is historically known as the day Caesar was assassinated by acquaintances, his closest friend being Brutus… Caesar’s dying words were uttered at the sadness of his friend’s betrayal...Et Tu Brute?  (And for me…Et tu oh five month foot wound?)

I had written farewell/appreciation cards to the team as a whole and a couple of special “Friday friends” who I bonded with (one was leaving and facing surgery next week.) I had also stopped by the bundt cake company (about a mile from the treatment center) and picked up 12 small individual cakes.

*I kiddingly told the team I wasn’t taking the box of mini-cakes back home with me (since it turned out not to be the last appointment)…but they had better enjoy them ‘in the moment’ because they just got their finale treats early. 🙂

So until tomorrow….”I need to stop looking for what I want to hear from God and instead listen to what He is trying to tell me”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Thanks Gin-g for the special little bouquet of mixed flowers…it brought me the smile (as I made a run for it to the porch from the car last night) I could really use after the medical disappointment.

Perfect timing!