Monday could be any day …
Monday is a great kickoff day to enjoying the mini miracles that happen! I addressed this in an earlier blog, but from a different angle. I am one of the rare people who absolutely love Mondays! I think it is an opportunity to get back into the swing of things. A day to absorb warmth and encouragement from others. This day of mini miracles that will not return, so embrace it.
Several years ago, I had daily encounters with a very wonderful friend. We worked together daily for about 3 years and I think I fell under her spell. She was lively and always willing to do whatever needed to be done to keep things moving well. She was tidy at her desk and lively on the telephone with whoever called in with their problems or concerns. She was one of those rare and loving people who could be direct in a loving way.
We shared recipes, discussed the weather, got annoyed with daily happenstance and just seemed to jive well. I lived in Illinois; she in Wisconsin. I have a few of her notes she wrote to me that I hold on to, for her penmanship and choice of words were full of joy. 
I was walking in the backyard picking weeds when my cell phone went off. She had called to tell me goodbye, that she had exhausted her options for getting more help.
I got off the phone and cried. They were tears of joy that she had taken time to call me. This is the pathway I stood on while talking with her. I felt peace in her voice and I hope I bounced it back to her. I stood there for several minutes after the call ended.
She had lost her husband of a heart attack when her son was very small, as a toddler I believe. She taught him to be strong and resilient. He was involved in local sports throughout high school and went on to college. Eventually, he married and had children. She would talk about them and all their successes. She loved to see others succeed and had a great Irish laugh.
What I learned was she had conquered cancer when her son was little. It had returned again in her near retirement years in one form after another until it entered her brain. Even then she kept to a schedule and tried to ignore it.
This was her last call to me as I was standing in my yard. It was warm and intimate. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit in her voice. I am so thankful and see my connection with her as a mini-miracle that has helped me appreciate every day. I can still feel her presence in my life as I forge ahead. I thought of her this Monday morning. Let’s all count each day as a separate life of its own with promise and a time to enjoy whether it is Monday or Sunday.
Lord be with all those who have set wonderful examples on how we should live. Bring us laughter and appreciation for every moment!
Remembering today those who lived with reverence for life and sparkled every day!
Enjoy and “Delight in Living”!