. . . Putting it My Way, But Nicely . . .

J The King and I was one of our mom's favorite musicals, and one of her favorite songs was Getting To Know You.  If you are not familiar with it, one of the lines is "Getting to know you, Putting it my way, but nicely. . ." I'm pretty sure that is what she's been doing since she got to heaven.  She is making up for lost time by letting God know exactly what needs to be done, but in the nicest possible way.

I do not like this time of year.  The short days and lack of light have always been hard for me. The days when the sky seems to be sitting on the ground and everything is a leaden gray are the worst.  My mom knew this and was always concerned about how I was coping.  But since she has died the sun has peaked out almost everyday.  It's like she's up there telling God "let's get some sun in the CLE each and every day." But saying it in such a nice way that God can't help but comply.  This morning as I was out walking things started out pretty bleak.  But as I hit the half way point of the walk the skies opened and the sun shone brightly.  I doubt my mom even had to remind God.

Thanks mom!  Now, could you talk to God about that house that I need a buyer for . . .