That's what I was shown today--twice.

I have been buried--buried dear readers, under a load of work and worry lately. I have been haunted by demons that should have been sent packing years ago.

I got some help with all of this earlier in the week. About a month ago I reached out, called out for help from a system I had lost faith in, and the system came through. I now have a caring professional who is going to help me, not by carrying the burden for me, but by helping me to sift through the rubble that has buried me, piece by excruciating piece, until I can see daylight again.

That is the long-range blessing I have received.

But today, O Sweet Jesus, I got an e-mail that I really needed to read. I got a word of grace that helped some of the rubble to shift slightly, so that I could take some weight off these weary bones.

Then--as if that was not blessing enough--a few hours later, I picked up my office phone to the most sweet, welcome voice I had ever heard--a voice I had never heard, in fact. And the person on the other end of that connection let me know that I was known. Known. Appreciated. Cared For.

Dear sister, you know who you are, but you will never know exactly what you did for me today. You made a difference.

Thanks be to God