I know you guys must get sick and tired of me writing about how much I love my customers, but the truth is, every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday I end my day tired, but thankful. Thankful for local economy. Thankful that enough people come to buy bread and cookies and grain and granola to get my basic bills covered.
Do you remember the Bible story about the widow and the oil? When I am tired and sad, worried about things that are beyond my ability to change, I fear that I will run out of strength or that I will run out of ingredients or that I will run out of customers. But every time, there is just enough. Just enough strength. Just enough ingredients. Just enough customers. Just enough money to pay the bills and get more ingredients.
I bet that biblical widow lady must have felt a similar wonder as she, exhausted, stressed, worried, kept on filling up those oil bottles, jars and vessels, and managed to keep her son fed.
Have you noticed how much of life is a miracle? And how many miracles require a significant amount of work? Okay. I will try to get back to blogging about other things. Besides my sweet customers, who buy their daily bread and freely give out hugs. Thanks for bearing with me and the sentimentality. I really can't help it. I am very grateful, and there are days when I realize the ability to be grateful is a pretty big miracle. At least for a grouchy old mama like me.
If you were living here in the Chihuahuan Desert, you would be enjoying lots of flowers. The claret cup cactus is one of my favorites. Desert willow is blooming down south and should be opening up here in Alpine in a few days. The temperatures are brisk in the morning. 47 degrees when I took the kids to school. 80 by the time they headed back home.
Occasionally the wind blows violently, but today she was calm. Trees are glossy green with leaves and they make my eyes feel better.