Just One

The day was dreary—clouds and rain.  I decided to take myself out to breakfast to our very favorite place—Cracker Barrel, of course.  And then it happened!  I sauntered up to the hostess and the question hit me square between the eyes, "Will that be for two?"  I kept my head up and my gaze forward as I met her eyes, "No, one please."  I thought that would be the end of it, but, no, it went one step further.  That sweet little hostess that didn't have an inkling of how her next comment would sting said, "JUST ONE?"  Ahhhh, time has its benefits as I was able to smile broadly and say, "Yep, just one today."  
Oh my, how long it has taken for me to respond with such acceptance.  There was a time when that mere comment would have brought me to tears and the desire to get out of the restaurant as quickly as possible.  Thank the Lord for the healing that goes on ever so slowly, then one day we are able to look straight into our wounded heart and know that we're OK; life will be OK; and innocent comments will not bring us to our knees.    
Love to you, my friend and husband.  I'll be looking for you at the gate. TJ