Ginger is good to me. No that wasn't a typo or a grammar mistake. Though, even those of us holding a degree in English can still succumb to those on occasion, ; ). I meant exactly what I wrote. Ginger is indeed good to me.
My Ginger is not an item in my spice cabinet. She's an awesome friend, who most definitely helps bring joy to my life. I'm blessed to know her. She's a sweet, kind, gentle woman of God. She uses the resources she has to quietly help others. Although she's not one who tends to draw attention to herself, her light still shines. She's a behind the scenes kind of girl. She'd laugh at me calling her a girl, since she's a couple of years older than my mom. But, I often call all females girls and males boys regardless of age. Just an old habit from teaching grade school. One of the nice things about being this age is that others' ages really don't matter to me. I'm much more interested in finding kindred hearts and spirits than in how many birthdays someone has had.
But Ginger also knows how to have fun. Quiet does NOT equal boring. I have enjoyed many great conversations with her that include laughter and joy. Of course, the coffee, tea, or special beverage and sometimes a few bites of baked goods that we share, also adds to the enjoyment. As wonderful as places like Caribou or Starbucks are, they are so much more fun when I'm there with family or friends. Ginger is one of those women with whom I can talk about pretty much anything. We share our concerns and prayer requests, and she's safe for me to confide in. She listens non judgmentally and with love.
She's also been a tremendous blessing in giving rides more times than I can count and bringing food to our family when people have been sick or in the hospital and during our trips to Mayo for Kelley. I'm thankful for her love, words, prayers, and deeds of kindness, for the interest she takes in my family, and for her young at heart spirit. She's a true joy bearer. Ginger is very good to me.
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