I'm sitting in the Chair, looking out the window at foot-long icicles hanging just on the other side of the glass. Like huge teeth.
Now I know how Tweety Bird felt on occasion.
Oh-oh.
Getting bitten leads to Emergency Room. Emergency Room leads to Doctors.
Doctors to ... Toe Tweaking.
Huh.
Toe Tweaking.
They asked an old guy stuck in a room who was a good doctor. He told them. When they asked him why the old man replied with a twinkle in his eye,
"'Cause he tweaks my big toe when he leaves."
That doctor knew the value of making a connection with his patient.
The doc showed he cared. By tweakin' a toe.
Huh.
Then I start to remember this week where He tweaked my toe, letting me know He was there.
That He cared.
Driving to work yesterday, I came around a corner to see a bald eagle, standing tall on a frozen road kill. It watched me drive slowly by. Cool, eh?
Toe Tweakin' can be different for different folks.
It could be going through the drive-up and getting the very first bag of a new batch of hot, fresh fries.
Or a perfectly made latte at that little shop.
An email from a friend.
A chance meeting that brightens the day.
Let's see how many times He tweaks our toes today.
Just to say hi.
Just to say that He loves us.
Hey, I just thought of a new Beatitude. Well, sort of.
"Blessed are the tweaked, for they shall receive a smile."