My Tuesday story is a tad late for a couple of reasons. One, I had no idea what I was going to write about. I few thoughts roamed my mind during the day, but nothing struck my fancy. This time of the year, the time has a way of slipping through my fingers and today was no exception. Knowing I had a meeting at church to help make favors for an upcoming event, I hurried through the things I wanted to accomplish.
Two, I thought I would have enough time after the meeting, to write about the large group of small birds flying, or I should say, solo dancing, then converging together like synchronized swimmers preparing for a show.
However, the meeting, four ladies, sweet ladies, four hours of working together, cutting, taping, picking out pretzels in the shapes of trees, bells, stars, placing them in a bag, closing the container, attaching a beautiful tag with a short story about a Christmas tree, made me feel as though I was where I was supposed to be.
We worked together as a team, with some laughs and great conversations while nibbling on the best chocolate covered popcorn I had ever eaten. The hours flew by like those dancing birds I had seen earlier in the day.
Although I was getting tired, as I am sure the others were, it was a good night, building new friendships night. And I liked it. Those sweet ladies are the epitome of kind hearts.
I have written a few stories about the people we meet on our path, the timing of the meeting, the place where we meet, the lessons we learn and the lessons we teach. The lessons are still unfolding and growing for me. However, I believe I might know what one of the lessons might be.
I do know one thing, I look forward to working, and learning more about all four of them. So, dear readers, has anyone new showed up on your path lately? Think about it. You might be surprised by those earthly angels who show up at just the right time.
And now a confession. My Tuesday story has officially turned in to a Wednesday story. But do not fear! A Wednesday story will suddenly appear when you least expect it.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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