everything happens for a reason.
My old friend Wanja has been planning to visit me for months.
Something would come up at the last minute and she'd cancel.
She arrived on Friday morning, 2weeks ago.
What she didn't know is that I'd had a ganglion on my right hand
removed a day earlier.
Her visit was at the perfect time. She cooked, cleaned and
shopped for me; tasks that right-handed me was struggling with.
Not only am I immensely grateful for friendship and health,
my belief in divine timing has been affirmed.