On Friday afternoon, I was downtown St. Paul, in between meetings, and I took some time to do a little writing/brainstorming about our financial situation. We’re starting to get a ton of medical bills now, our portion of the expenses incurred last year for Gilly’s and Robbie’s surgeries that our insurance doesn’t cover. It’s making our financial situation more troublesome and Robbie’s getting pretty worried. She’s also been having more problems with her hearing and balance and should be going to the acupuncturist and chiropractor more, but our solo family medical plan doesn’t cover that so we have to pay for it all out of pocket.
Nothing was coming to mind, so I said a little prayer, asking for inspiration. Still nothing came to mind, so I decided to buy a cookie and do a slow SOS walk for about 20 minutes. And what came to me was to send Robbie an email, thanking her for her upbeat tone when we talked on the phone about an hour earlier. Our financial hole is all my doing, yet she bounces back quickly after expressing her fears and worries, and leaves me with the feeling that she still loves me and supports me.
She thanked me for it on Saturday, long after I’d forgotten I’d sent it. But it seemed to set the tone for a very romantic Saturday evening. I’m a lucky man. But it occurs to me now that maybe my prayer was answered on Friday.