New phone cover #klimt #treeoflife #joyproof #itsthelittlethings

It's the little things that make me so happy, so here's one:

A new, super durable [read: Joy-proof] phone case with art of my favorite artist, Gustav Klimt.

published in the US before 1923 and public domain in the US

And here's my new phone case:

Look at those durable corners!

#285: Answering the phone

This morning I was in the middle of prayer [really, not kidding here] that God would make me feel better [I hope by the end of this week or month or year I will really get that God is not about making me feel better, but for now I just keep forgetting], when my phone rang.

I, of course, thought who dare call me at 6:45 in the morning! and walked away from my phone.

Then it hit me...I'm getting an answered prayer RIGHT NOW. So I answered it and a friend was having a small crisis. I was able to be present for her, get out of myself and restart me day right then.

As usual, I'm sure I got way more out of that phone call than my friend did!!!

#186: Learning new ways to use the camera on my phone

The cliff at Dún Aonghasa

A different part of the cliff at Dún Aonghasa

St. Andrew's Cathedral

Edinburgh


And this is in Edinburgh, where I learned what mode is actually record.  Not the one I used!

Blessing #55 of 2015: Morning phone calls

I was having a rough morning on the way to work today, and I called a good friend.  She answered the phone!!  I am always amazed at the help available to me from others when I am willing to ask for it.

She listened, she empathized, she understood.  Most important, she made me laugh! 

I heard someone say that we can't laugh about stuff that hasn't been healed yet. Laughing with my girlfriend this morning reminded me of how painful life was just a couple of years ago.  Nothing was funny.  NO-thing.  Everything hurt.  It hurt to breath.  It hurt to eat.  It hurt to smile.  Other people's happinesses hurt.  I couldn't laugh at anything; everything made me cry.

Slowly I started to laugh.  The first real gut-laugh I remember is on a run with another runner friend.  We passed a con-crew picking up trash in orange jump suits.  She looked at them, looked at me, then said, "Don't even think about it."  I laughed so hard I couldn't keep running.  I knew I was healing!

And now today, during even the most difficult times, laughter comes through.  Again, I know I'm healing!