Flip or Flop?

This morning I noticed that the mate to my flip flop on the floor of my car was missing.  Late for work, I didn't have time to investigate.  Later in the morning I had to go to the high school to drop off some unwanted files (unwanted by my co-worker because she was two hours from beginning her vacation and she didn't want them on her desk).  So I drive up to the parking area and I see this black thing on the side of the fence.  Lo and behold, it appeared to be my missing flip flop.  Yep, it was!  Chuckling, I threw it on the floor of my back seat and proceeded inside.  My co-worker was happy to see me, unhappy to see the files as I suspected she would be.  I relayed the above mentioned story to her about my sad little shoe. 

Yesterday I drove my car to the bottom of Pioneer Street where I meet my walking partners every day to begin our hillside trek.  I drove to meet them because we had planned to walk "the hill" and then grab some lunch somewhere.  At the conclusion of our walk we went to a nearby fast food restaurant for a drive through lunch and headed back to work.  I dropped them off at their school and I am supposing what happened was my friend (yes, co-worker) got tangled up in my flip flop and kicked it out of the car.  I asked her how in the world she could get tangled up in a flip flop.   She thought she must have been distracted with her lunch. We had a hearty laugh. 

Summer time is a nice time of the year for a couple of reasons, one being time off work to rejuvenate and get filled back up.  The bad thing is not seeing my walking partners for some of June and most of July. 

What a blessing these two ladies have been in my life.  We have been walking for 5 years during our lunch time.  One o'clock in the afternoon is a great time of day in Yreka, California, to walk.  There have only been a handful of times that we have been unable to meet and walk due to inclement weather.  Of course, the youngest of us is a task master.  If us older ones get lazy, our younger counter part shames us into it.  No rest for the weary.

We have shared a lot... job layoffs, Bible studies, laughs, cries, gripes, and loss.  The morning after our big loss I was sitting on the couch in a fog.  A car came zipping in the driveway and pulled up on the garage slab.  There were people in the living room with me and some started guessing who it was.  I knew.  It was my friends.  They had come to cry with me and extend comfort through prayer.

I look forward to our daily walks.  God has blessed me in so many ways and this is just another way he takes care of me.