“Hi Kathy, good morning! Hey I just was calling to check in with you. I was out for my morning walk and started thinking about you and just wanted to call and, yeah have a very blessed day and hope everything is going well. I’ll give you a call back later today.”

Hold everything.

Ron takes a morning walk. On his morning walk he thinks about several things, and I am included among them. OK and then, instead of hurrying on, he pauses to call and tell me so. OK and then, because I don’t answer, he leaves a kind blessing with the promise to call back. Which he does.

Let’s give voicemail like this, a place in the Hall of Comfort. A big ol honorary room. Somehow a thought of me intercepted a morning walk, and now my day is better. It’s actually good. It’s actually blessed.

I let messages pile up in my voicemail box. I replay them and soak in them all over again. Bill’s are in there. My mom’s, sister’s, Bears’ and Littlebears’ are in the voicemail box. The voices, the words, the songs, the giggles and heartfelts. They say, you are thought about, Kath. Comfort.

…when a thought of me intercepted a moment and became my blessing.