A few weeks ago I received a package in the mail. I had previously ordered something from the company, and thought there must be a mistake. Did they send me something on accident? More importantly, was I going to have to pay for something I didn't order? I opened it, and saw the very thing I had ordered for someone else. Oh no, did they send me two? I'm a little slow, because then I saw that the words were in a language I couldn't read. Great, they sent this to the wrong person. And then I saw it. Ps.18:30. At least I could read that. I had given the same thing in English to Teresa before she left for Brazil. She was giving me a matching one, but in Portuguese. Yes, I cried. I meant to post this a long time ago so she could see what it looked like, so here it is. Sorry it is a little fuzzy.
It has been such a great reminder for me, especially the last day or so, as we have a lot of decisions to make and uncertainties about my health, but more on that later as I really have nothing more definite to write about yet.