Early morning frost; I wake up to the warm hairy arms of kindness and think how lucky I am. Lucky. Is there luck in God's world, Linda? You've said there are no ifs, but is there luck?
In the chilly, wintry days of this past week, when snow lay like powdered-sugar across the spring-green fields, I had my sister's scarf to keep me warm; and the colors of it to keep me happy. I am lucky to have a sister who will leave a scarf and a book under the pillow for me to find when she's flown away.