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particularly difficult day, I thought to myself that I would love to run away
from reality to a fantasy spa. A whole day with no worries, commitments, expectations,
or deadlines, just 8 hours of indulgent pampering which includes chocolate with
no calories. I didn’t tell anyone about my dream, but I came pretty close to
posting it on Facebook. Then I thought to myself…. “Oh suck it up! Everyone
goes through tough days.” So I didn’t
post it and didn’t even mention it to anyone; I just put on my big girl panties
and soldiered on. That doesn’t mean I’ve taken it off my bucket list, it just
means I checked the prices and unless I win the lottery, it ain’t gonna happen
anytime soon. (Insert pathetically pouty face here). Then at lunch I got a card
in the mail from a friend of mine. She must have read my bucket list cause in
the card was a gift certificate for a ½ hour massage!! How sweet! In that
moment I knew that my heavenly Father hadn’t heard my prayers, because my
prayers never includes a massage or a day spa, but instead he saw the desire of
my heart and used my earthly friend to make that desire come true. Just when I
think he’s lost my GPS signal and I’m drowning in a sea of despair, he reaches
down through a random act of kindness, to assure me I’m still on his radar. Knowing
that is more than a little slice of heaven.
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