Friday, June 14, 2013
..and I did not panic! Just slightly cringe. I was able to gently brush it off my screaming friend. (The screaming frightened me more than the spider, I must admit.)
Earlier this morning I was just barely holding it together during my visit to the dentist. I was fighting the tears, and finding it hard to feel my face or move my feet. I was feeling fragile and disconnected.
So, I am thankful for the spider and my screaming friend. To be able to be there for her, to help and comfort, was a great blessing this particular day.
I felt brave again, removing the spider. It felt good.