I am on the verge of tears, Abba God, recalling how Nona came over to chat with me yesterday during my platelet donation appointment. Now no longer on the verge, I am crying. I have no idea whether Cindy had told Nona my story or whether this kind visit with her was orchestrated by You, but in either case it touched my heart. (It also touched my heart and amused me when Cindy responded with an expletive when I described the situation to her.) I wait; I ask You for discernment; I try to use this time, without the stress of no income, in a productive way. Thank You for Nona's sweet interaction with me yesterday. I felt comforted that those who know me pretty well don't believe the awful allegations of wrongdoing lodged against me.
In the meantime, I look for direction from You. What next? Or, in the words of Julie's former principal, "So what? Now what?"
Love you!
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