I awoke in the night with the drumming of a hard rain on the roof of my camper. I love rain…especially in the camper or on the tin roof of the farm house. The roof of my truck was a solid mat of wet leaves. The air was dense with the humidity of an autumn fog. The soft unfocused green of the pine boughs formed tear-like droplets as the trees mourned the passing of their season. The air was still. The smell of pine sap mixed with the gentle wisps from a neighboring campfire. It was a good day.

Days like this bring me back to the first fall after Mr. Virgo died. I lived in a subdivision with covenants so I could not have TOW-Wanda in front of my house. I missed her terribly. I was forced to live in my house where Mr. Virgo lurked behind every corner. Not having my “traveling companion” at hand made me anxious and depressed. Time has healed that particular wound. Although he still creeps in now and then. I was sitting in the camper yesterday thinking…

“This. This is what we planned for. This is what we worked towards. And you aren’t here to enjoy it with me.”

“I know, baby doll. I know. But look at you! You pull this thing like a boss!”
I smiled.

“I know! You would be so proud of me!”

“I AM proud of you, baby. I watch everything you do. You’re doing great!”
“But…I’m getting tired of doing this alone. I want someone to share this with.”

“I know you do, honey. I know you do. Keep your eyes open. I’ll send someone special. Just be patient. You’ll know when it’s the one.”

“You’ve always loved me and taken care of me, haven’t you? I have no doubt you’ll do this, too. I’ll always miss you.”

“We’ll meet again, my love. Someday!”

These “conversations” with Mr. Virgo always leave me breathless but hopeful. My world brightens…even in the midst of a gloomy day.

❤️

“He reveals deep and mysterious things and knows what lies hidden in darkness, though he is surrounded by light.”

‭‭Daniel‬ ‭2:22‬ ‭NLT‬‬