Yesterday, it was a beautiful day, almost picture perfect. Blue skies, sunshine, some clouds. I had a lot of free time while my 20-something son and a friend were rebuilding a fence that my spouse had put up, using pre built panels, too many years ago to prevent my son (then a toddler) from falling down a slope at the edge of our property.
I'll be blogging more about the rejuvenation of my back yard fence another time.
But, mid-afternoon, I suddenly got an attack of the "I'm not appreciated, I'm the last one invited to the party, no one wants me around" blues. I have no idea why I suddenly felt this way but it was too nice a day for feeling blue.
Then, I thought about this bowl of strawberries.
And one day, she went out to her yard, and she picked a bowlful of strawberries.
Those strawberries are part of her faith that one day, life will be better for her and her husband.
I really don't care if I am the last one picked. I was picked by the right people. Thank you, friend, for the virtual strawberries.