Last time I saw this lady, she was adopting her grandsons,
who were 5. In the post-vaccine recovery area yesterday, where we all waited in
case we had adverse reactions, all masked and socially distanced, somehow she
recognised me. Her grandsons are now 16. We caught up on the eleven years…
Then I noticed another woman, a mum of kids who were at
primary school with my younger ones. We shared our experiences of navigating
the covid lock-downs. I hadn’t seen her in ten years at least. Along came her
brother and sister-in-law, who I know through my sister-in-law. I hadn’t seen
them for yonks, as they say. And so it went. A couple of women from church and
Bible study groups, from food bank.
A host of Crathes-area 70-year-olds, eager for their second
injections so life can open up again. These people are near-neighbours; friends
from past days, not seen for years.
Today I am grateful for being settled in this area for so
long, being part of the community. I am grateful for so many kind and caring
people. I am grateful for the NHS, and their care in ensuring this vaccine
would be safe (probably!) for me, given my conditions. I am full of gratitude
to the God who is faithful, and so I bring him the burdens on my heart, too,
this morning, for situations other friends are enduring. I make my petitions to
him, with thanksgiving in anticipation for what he will do.
God is love; he is good and his mercy never fails.
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