Angel Wings
Every now and then, a blessing happens that is just so magnanimous, so unexpected, that I am just overwhelmed with awe at it all.
One of my sweet friends flew into Doha to help me unpack boxes. I was stuck; the room I was unpacking required lots of decisions, and I just couldn’t see my way to making them. I was just overwhelmed.
My angel friend showed up on my doorstep and whirled through the boxes, unpacking, shooing me out of the room, getting everything put away while I worked elsewhere. The room is now in order, and, as she says, I can re-order it to my liking a little piece at a time, but meanwhile, I can work in there without having a panic attack from all the boxes not unpacked.
When she had finished unpacking and putting away, she put her hand on her hips and said “That’s all??? No more boxes???” I was tempted to let her loose on AdventureMan’s room, but I resisted the temptation. LLLOOOLLL, I was so stuck, and she really rescued me.
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Oh my, your experience with this unpacking business sounds nightmarish. Not at all like Christmas 😉 You’ve been at it for so long now, I’m beginning to wonder what you’ve got in all those boxes…???
Thank goodness for fairies. Sending you strength via cyberspace,
Miss Footloose
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what a sweet gift! many hands do make the work light – and mind are coming soon 🙂
Those kinds of friends are truly angels. I had two of them who did the same thing for my sewing room except all they wanted me to do was watch where they put stuff–probably so I didn’t call them later and ask them where the ____ was. They couldn’t believe how many rotary cutters and other duplicate things I had due to “losing” them during a move. I’ll come help you when you come home. The storage stuff is the worst. (“Why did I keep that? What was I thinking?”)
I see Hayfa came true on her promise . Good girl
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Little Diamond, we are SO looking forward to your arrival. 🙂
Oh Momcat! Storage! I have entire military life in storage . . . 😦 Your offer is accepted! I will gladly accept your help!
Daggero, you are right, may almighty God richly and abundantly bless her. I have never met anyone so quick to help others. I was so stuck, and she has me totally squared away now. I will always be in her debt for this, and – because she is that kind of person – she says it was “nothing.”
you can send her my way any time…
She lives near you, Lady J! 🙂
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