I looked at the Wife over the morning Elixir, sensing that I had better be paying attention to this conversation.
"Huh. Why's that?"
She sat down with a tired smile.
"Dunno.
Like it all hit me at once."
"Oh."
"So last night I went to the Prayer Meeting.
After that, I stopped at the store.
It was on sale.
Now I'm better."
I mentally retraced my steps past the kitchen garbage can.
Nope.
No cans from Milwaukee or bottles from Tennessee.
My look made her smile again.
"Prayer and bacon. I'm better."
Isn't that the way it works?
First, and always, it's going to Him.
Giving it all to Him.
Holding nothing back.
Being honest with Him.
Being with Him, alone.
And then there's the little things that let us know He's there.
That weird, almost unnoticable little something that's like a
pat-on-the-shoulder.
A kiss-on-the-cheek.
A little hug'n'squeeze.
That small, almost-missed thing that says,
"I know.
I'm here.
I love you."
Geese flying overhead.
A loon's call.
A glowing sunset.
A certain song on the radio.
And bacon.