Turnabout

There's nothing in the world like the feeling that you have made a difference-that the gestures and overtures made have touched hearts and minds and souls. I am always giddy when I know I have made a dent of goodness in the course of another human life. I live for it. I relish that feeling. I am SO VERY thankful when I can listen to, and act on promptings I receive. Though I miss many, I'm glad the ones I catch on to matter to someone. I love receiving texts and letters, calls, and quick conversations in the store-thanking me for something very small that I might have done or said for another person at "just the right time." It helps me know I am listening. It helps me know I am a good person. And as I have said before-I TAKE NO CREDIT for this. Heaven constantly bombards me with thoughts and prompts and ideas of what I need to do and when. I am exceedingly grateful when I listen and am able to get it right. I'm grateful Heaven trusts me with these tasks.

Sometimes I'm exhausted with the spurs from Heaven that are relentless in their constancy and urgency. I am only human. I LOVE being a conduit to whisperings of good things, but I get tired. Sometimes, as I am thanking Heaven for helping me to do good, I quietly, yet humbly whisper, "But what about me?" And I am always, completely, unquestionably reassured-that I matter too.

There are LOADS and BUCKETS of people that I check in on regularly. There are dozens daily....and it's still not enough. I never make my quota. I go to bed fretting about the people I didn't get to. I worry about each one of my peeps. I pray for you. I think about you. I put time and energy into figuring out what I can do for you and what will make the biggest impact on your worth; your value, your self-esteem and your worries. But I have to admit that being the tiny human that I am, I find myself wondering if the people that I go out of my way for ever think to check on me, too.  Do they think about me? Do they wonder if I'm okay? Do they know I need some help standing back up? Do they know I need to feel my worth, too?                               WELL, THEY DO. Let me make that clear. I do get checked on. I do get thanked. I do get reminded that my notions and insights are timely and well received. I get help. I get reassurance. I get love. And that is why I am writing this blog post today. To say thank you. Thanks for thinking of me, too. Thanks for picking me up when I am down. Thanks for letting me know that I matter. Thanks for telling me I make a difference. Thanks for believing in me. Thanks for the turnabout, for the full circle, for the blessings you give back to me.

It makes me so grateful to know that Heaven can speak to all of us. That you can be sitting in a meeting and feel like you should text me and let me know I'm good at something you are hearing about in your meeting. I'm grateful that you feel like you should comment on my blog. I'm grateful that you would feel like you need to say hi, or ask me how my life is, or bring me a sugar cookie. For sending me things you find on Pinterest or memes that remind you of me. For sending me cloud pictures. For calling out of the blue, for sending me cards, for saying hi, for just being there-silent or loud. I'm grateful for YOU. Yes, every one of you that have taken a moment out of your busy life just to check on little old me. If you only knew what that does for my soul....well, you'd be amazed. And that's what it's all about, really. Taking the good and sending it back around. For showing it does make a difference and it's worth doing again and again. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'm grateful.