25/10/2024
I recently went to Branson, Missouri with my husband. We were taking a walk on a paved trail canopied by Fall colors and evergreens. I was sharing a memory from my teen years of when I would camp with my bff Kimberley Leon and her parents and how we had befriended golden mantled squirrels and chipmunks. Among the details, I verbally wished they were in this area and that I could see one again. We kept walking and, a few moments later, a chub just the one in this photo came out of nowhere and made himself visible to me. Honestly, I wanted to fall on the ground and break down and cry. I felt like God had sent me a personal message to let me know my desires still matter and that nothing is too small to ask. I say I wanted to cry because I hadn’t felt this type of attentiveness in so long, it was like watering a dry tree. I tear up thinking about how, even though many good things have been given to me over the years, this particular moment truly was extra special for me. I really, truly needed that moment. Thank you, Hashem.
