Laurence asks, “Are you going to write a blog here? Dog blog? No, Woodside blog.” He says this because we’re sitting under a shade tree by an old cement checker’s table in a dog run in Woodside. Woodside, where Missions USA began its presence here in 1988.
The Long Island Railroad clatters behind while traffic swirls all around on both Queens Boulevard and the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. Beneath all the traffic noise a dog makes the ball in his mouth go squeak, squeak, squeak. I laugh to see all four dogs in the enclosure with a ball in their mouth, the biggest a soccer ball. (This is turning into a dog blog.)
“You know what I remember about this place?” I ask Laurence. “We came here to sit in the morning of Thanksgiving Day 1988 before we went to the Bronx policeman’s home for dinner.” It wasn’t a dog run then but rather, a small park with a few benches. We’d only been in NYC a few months then, and I remember how completely happy I felt being here, though it was a holiday and our families would be together.
Not much has changed. We still belong right here. Right now. I trust you’re right where God wants you to be. Berniece
P.s. Please keep praying for healing for Laurence’s eye. He had emergency surgery last Thursday evening.
An Ordinary Life 