What a difference a few hours can make!

30 Jan

I hadn’t written a post in a month and this morning I decided to post just a little something.  Nothing much had been going on and I was kind of lamenting about my “boring” life right now.

What a difference a few hours can make! 

I got a call from my friend Julie today.  Her Aunt Clara passed away and the funeral was today, so she was not at work.  About mid-afternoon my phone rang and it was Julie.

She excitedly told me she had to call me … they were going through an old family bible and they came across some family history.  As it turned out another Aunt that she had always known as Jennie, was really named Johanna.  Why is that so exciting you may ask?

It is exciting because quite a few months ago Julie had asked me to try to intuitively get some more information from her parents about an infant sister that had died at birth.  As far as Julie knew her baby sister didn’t have a name. 

I remember getting information rather easily and I had told Julie that her baby sister’s name was Johanna … or Joanna … the spelling with or without the h was a big bone of contention between her parents.  One wanted it with an h and the other didn’t.

And now today, many months after this reading, the name Johanna was found in the family bible.  The signficance of it didn’t hit me until I hung up the phone.  Wow, this was a huge validation that the information I had received had been “right on.”

It’s always nice to receive validation … it makes me smile and know that what I now do for people is real, it’s valuable to the receiver, and it makes the world a better place.  And, there’s no better feeling than that!

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I got home from work late this afternoon and realized that the free tele-program with Susan Apollon that I signed up for last week is tonight!

I got an email from Obama.com.  Anna loves Barack and with her 22nd birthday in a little over a week, I had gone on his website to order a tee-shirt for her.  Unknowingly I was now on his email list.

He’s coming to Mpls on Saturday the email said.  Suddenly, it clicked in my head.  Anna had called a couple of days ago to tell us she was coming home for the weekend … it’s time for a new mother – daughter excursion to the Target Center on Saturday to see Barack!  We can take the light rail downtown and make a day of it … afterwards we’ll eat at Itchibans … we had made plans to do that before we went to see Lion King last October, but time got away from us that day and it didn’t happen.  This Saturday it will!

Our church newsletter came in the mail today.  There was an article in it about the BLUEMAN GROUP.  They are coming to Mpls in March and our church is selling tickets.  When Anna and I were in Las Vegas over Labor Day there were signs for the BLUEMAN GROUP everywhere!  Of course, I was clueless as to who they were (and I still am).  Anna raved about them and had wanted to see them.   We didn’t see them then … but guess what?  We will be seeing them in March!

On February 8th, we are going to my sister Sue’s in Redwood Falls.  We will celebrate Anna’s birthday and go to Jackpot Junction for supper and try our luck and do a little gambling.

What a difference a few hours can make. 

This morning, I didn’t think I had much to look forward to … life seemed boring!  Guess what …. it doesn’t feel boring anymore! 

Life is good …. life is joyous … once again another lesson learned …  amid the mundane activities of life … exciting things pop up unexpectedly to make you smile … expect the unexpected … what a great way to live! 

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3 Responses to “What a difference a few hours can make!”

  1. KattyBlackyard June 15, 2009 at 2:14 am #

    Hi, gr8 post thanks for posting. Information is useful!

  2. CrisBetewsky July 6, 2009 at 1:53 pm #

    Some of us even don’t realize the importance of this information. What a pity.

  3. Julie August 2, 2009 at 6:41 pm #

    The thing is, my sister told you that she’d never needed a name. But if it was important to the family – she’d choose one.

    And so she chose a name we thought we understood: My siblings and I all have names that start with a “J”, and the lady who raised my Mom was named Hannah. Thus, Johanna.

    How wrong we were!

    It’s so much fun having you as a friend, Kim!

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