I'm an ice cube.
And my fingers are blue.
I've decided that if someone can't figure out a way to get the furnace fixed I'm taking a semi-permanent leave of absence from work.
Ben? That's a hint.
Thank you for your comments yesterday.
I've learned something about all of you...something good...
And as a result I promise you I will never say the word fat again.
But just between you and me, I was way more worried about having MS than that other word.
Today is Epiphany day in Canada.
What do you suppose that means?
I'm going to tell you a story. It's a personal story...one I wouldn't normally share with the entire world.
But as far as I know, there is not a single person in Asia who reads my blog, so I won't be sharing with the entire world anyway.
(I honestly can't remember if I've told this story before.)
When I was 12 or 13 my mom took me with her to do some Christmas shopping.
We were in a clothing store and she was looking for something for my dad.
I passed by the coat section and saw a coat that I loved.
Loved. Loved. Loved.
It was black, and had yellow fleece lining.
I tried the coat on and wore it the whole time my mom did her shopping.
I knew Mom wouldn't buy me the coat.
In fact, up until that point in my life, I'm not sure if I had ever had a brand new coat.
Usually we wore hand-me-downs.
I put the coat back on the hanger when it was time to go.
And I sighed a big sigh.
A few weeks later, on Christmas morning, I opened my present and found the coat tucked lovingly inside the wrapping paper.
I was the world's happiest girl.
One night several weeks after Christmas we went to an activity at the church.
I hung the coat on the coat rack and ran off with my friends.
A couple of hours later, when it was time to leave, I went for my coat but couldn't find it anywhere.
After a very thorough search of the entire church building, I came to the conclusion that my coat was gone.
Oh...the tears I cried...
That night when I went to bed I said a very tearful and heartfelt prayer: "Please Heavenly Father, help me get my coat back.'
I repeated that prayer many times over the next few days.
Whenever my mom suggested that we needed to get me a new coat I would tell her no.
I knew that I would find my coat.
One night as I was just crawling into bed I said one final prayer. "Heavenly Father, I KNOW that You know where my coat is. I have faith that You will help me."
I fell asleep and had a dream.
In my dream I saw a boy from my band class.
The boy was wearing my coat.
The next morning I told my mom, 'I know who has my coat. I think I'll get it back today.'
And then I told her about the dream.
I went to school, but the boy did not come to band class.
I didn't see him the entire day.
That afternoon, Mom and I were going to the grocery store.
As we pulled into the parking lot I saw the boy from band class, walking across the parking lot.
He was wearing my coat.
"Mom, there's that boy! And he has my coat!"
Mom was a bit skeptical. "How can you be sure it's your coat? Maybe he has one just like it."
"Mom, I know that is my coat."
After much pleading, Mom confronted the boy and said, "You have my daughter's coat."
He denied it. He said it was his coat.
Mom looked at me and said, "Noelle, it's probably not your coat."
I could prove it and told Mom as much.
Inside one of the sleeves was a string that had come loose.
And I had tied that string into tiny little knots.
Mom asked the boy to take the coat off, and after a close inspection, she found the string, with the tiny little knots.
We took the coat home and washed it to try and get the smell of smoke out of it.
(Because the boy smoked.)
The smoke smell never faded completely and I didn't like wearing the coat after that.
I had learned an incredible lesson.
I knew that God heard and answered prayers.
And for a long time, there was nothing that could shake my faith.
Maybe I needed this reminder today.
Maybe that's why the story came to my mind.
God still hears and answers my prayers.
Those prayers are more complex now...and I'm required to have a lot more faith to believe that somehow God will work everything out...
But He will work it out.
In His own way and His own time.
And that's enough for me.