It’s the small things in life that make such a difference isn’t it?
Today as I was getting ready to go to yet another round of brutal physio (that’s another story) which I wasn’t looking forward to in the least, I received a phone call from a friend. She rang to ask me to pop over to her house after I had finished my appointment.
We had recently been discussing CS Lewis and one of his books in particular. I had read it but in the 1980s and mentioned that I was going to try and get hold of another copy to reacquaint myself.
This afternoon over a delicious cup of coffee she produced the book. She had taken time out of her busy week to find a copy in her local charity shop. In fact together with a friend, they rummaged until they found one for me.
It won’t have cost her much but that simple act showed me a lot of love and spoke volumes in a way that words simply can’t.
I’m a lucky girl to have such kind and loving friends