This is my last solo bakery outing of my long stay in Prague. I have raised the consumption figure for pastries/person in the nation. I’m a bit ashamed and will return home with a renewed vigor for all things healthy. I did make a ‘refrigerator’ omelette for dinner last night which will last another day, filled with my remaining fresh veggies. I value alone time because there is not much to count on when you volunteer in an unfamiliar place, living with people you have never met. As I climbed the sunny incline, to find a place I had not been before, I asked God for a new friend. I’ll be at a dinner tonight and church tomorrow but I feel incomplete in regard to more connections. So there she was – Eva – a petite woman of 76 years, a retired surgeon, also alone. A half-hour later we are sharing photos of our grandchildren and discussing our lives. Her grandson, also, golfs left-handed as do my two children. I tried to ask her about the occupation but I essentially have no Czech and she, maybe, understood about a quarter of what I said, or less. My bad. We still laughed and were no longer alone in a bakery. This can happen anyplace. I deliberately asked God to use my morning. I was looking for my person with my hands held open for whatever He would do and He did it. I am so grateful that God has kept an eye on me and I have only four more sleeps before I fly. I’ll include the photo of us and yes, our detailed God was in this conversation, however not the full story. Our God is a God of details. (Ceiling of the National Museum and Eva)
