For years my husband and I enjoyed our daily walks together. Sometimes we talked quietly other times we were just together in silence.
But our walks lost their glow when, after an illness, I had to walk as therapy. It changed our gait, our buoyancy. Moreover, it was changing my attitude. What's the use, I thought. It's doing no good.
Then one day a little note arrived in the mail. It said: "Keep it you two lovebirds! You make my day as you pass my window every afternoon. Looking so fit and happy. I am a shut-in and don't know what I would do without the inspiration you give. 'Things will get better' your presence seems to say..."
Each of us is an instrument of God, sometimes inspiring one another without knowing it. This week, let someone know what they secretly give you.
But our walks lost their glow when, after an illness, I had to walk as therapy. It changed our gait, our buoyancy. Moreover, it was changing my attitude. What's the use, I thought. It's doing no good.
Then one day a little note arrived in the mail. It said: "Keep it you two lovebirds! You make my day as you pass my window every afternoon. Looking so fit and happy. I am a shut-in and don't know what I would do without the inspiration you give. 'Things will get better' your presence seems to say..."
Each of us is an instrument of God, sometimes inspiring one another without knowing it. This week, let someone know what they secretly give you.
June Masters Bacher
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