Tuesday, January 22, 2013

I'M A LUCKY GIRL


I’m a lucky girl, though I’ll never win the Powerball or the HGTV Dream Home. I have lucky bamboo on my desk at work and it’s lucky to be alive, since I only water it once a month or so. There’s a lucky three-legged brass frog with gold coins in its mouth staring at my front door. Feng Shui says it brings wealth, yeah right, just like the Chinese coins hanging on the knob of my front door. The only thing I can ever remember winning was a griddle at a pan demonstration at the school where I taught in 1974 – on my birthday, no less. I also won a basket of garden goodies at a Chinese auction last fall, but that’s about it. I’m not very lucky by the world’s standards.

Maybe lucky is not the correct word. I’m more than fortunate and truly I’m blessed. I couldn’t ask for a better husband. I’ll bet he would be surprised to hear me say that, as much as I nag him about stupid things. My lunch is wonderfully packed each day, including an ice pack to keep my yogurt with fresh berries cool and a cup of hot tea always awaits my departure for work. I joke about the only reason I have a cell phone – to let him know I am on my way home, so that my dinner is on the table when I arrive. It always is. I am truly blessed. He also runs the sweeper and does dishes and laundry, not as well as I do, of course. But then, I can’t fix all the many things he can or chop wood for the wood stove or light the darn stove, for that matter! He’s creative and very amazingly ingenious. It’s all right that he can’t spell. Little does he know that I don’t spell very well, either. I can’t get him to scrub a toilet, but that’s ok, too. He is trained to put the lid down, most of the time!

It is during prayer time in church, when I know how really blessed I am in my marriage. My husband reaches for my hand and holds it tight. I really miss that on Sundays when he goes away to Camp. I pray that we can grow together spiritually, and that our Lord and Savior will strengthen our faith, as we walk through the good times and the trials of life for there are many of both.

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