Tender Mercies and small acts of service

Today had indeed given me many opportunities to see the tender mercies as I went about my day. I had a long list of "to do's." I didn't know how I was going to get them all in.

The key was to be patient with self. Sometimes we have a tendency to drive ourselves beyond reasonable ability to handle the everyday expectations. I took in stride some setbacks, as they appeared.

I was determined to make myself heard, and essentially stand up for myself. Communication and clarity is so important. I knew that if I let the issue ride it would just get to where I needed to make a decision on the issue. Do I look the other way and act as "if" or take care of it grudgingly? I really didn't want to do either.

I took the high road and made myself clear and just faced reality. I felt a tender mercy, and hearts softened. I was willing to work it out for the sake of the relationship. As it turned out, I didn't have to do that either. I didn't have to compromise, although I would have willingly. I left it in the Lord's hands. I was grateful to come to an agreement without having to push the envelope as they say. It was a trial of my faith and a tender mercy.

Then as I had more errands to run and people to see who were also depending on me to do my part, I was at peace at how I was directed by an unseen hand to show me the way that would get me to where I needed to be and when I needed to be there.
I had to go to the pharmacy and waited in a line that wasn't moving for ten minutes. I thought out loud that someone should help the situation and open up another line. It was done as I stood there in utter amazement.

That incident made it possible to meet Tara who is always on a tight schedule. I met her on time and was onto the next stop. The road I was traveling on was Geneva Road, started out in Lindon, stopped in Orem at Russ' work where I met Tara. Then I went on to Provo by way of the same road, and came out better to be on time for that next appointment.

It as as if I stood back and watched someone else do those things as they unfolded so neatly and nicely. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or what. But, I wasn't and I was very grateful for the tender mercies that allowed me to get everything accomplished and feel good about myself at the same time.

I was again guided and felt like I must have been in a time tunnel to have had everything go in my favor. It just didn't seem like normal. Doors opened wide and the windows of heaven seemed to be open and the sunshine was poured out upon me to bless me immeasurably.
Sister Linda

My sister Linda was on my mind a little later as I was waiting for someone in the car for a few minutes to catch my breath. I called her; it was nice to touch base with her and catch up a little. She was home and working in her office. I usually find her on the road that time of day, late afternoon, but today she was at home,and we had a chance to talk. She sounded well, and busy at what she always does--hard work.

I am most appreciative of my sister, who is my youngest sister. When we talk, our conversations seem to flow, thank heaven. I hoped she had the time to read my blog, to keep up with me and my family. It is no easy task, I know! I should try to slow down some and embrace the tender mercies given to me so freely.

I hope this makes sense, since I am about to fall asleep at my keyboard. I will review it tomorrow and in the meantime beg forgiveness if this is gibberish.
Hasta Manana. Mom aka Anna