I had scheduled this day for writing several weeks ago. Little did I know how much I would need it, not just for writing but for resting and processing all that’s transpired on this emotional rollercoaster over the past month. I’m not usually home during the day, I’m substitute teaching.
A few minutes ago, I heard a car pull up and two people talking. I looked out the window to see a nicely dressed man and woman getting out of the car and heading up the driveway. The man was holding a briefcase out to the side as he adjusted his scarf. I usually meet them at the door and listen, even if our beliefs about God don’t align. They are kind people. But today I just couldn’t.
I stepped out the door and called out good morning. I told them today was not a good day. Is everything okay? The man asked, concerned. Yes, it’s just not a good day. He asked if he could give me something to read. I was expecting him to open the briefcase and hand me two thin booklets. Instead, he said Isaiah 41:10. We bid each other good day, and I went inside to look up the scripture. Here’s what it says: