His Angels

Today was an unusual day, I hope I don't have to repeat it anytime soon, if ever. Due to the fact that Janis is working on remodeling our bathroom he had to use some VERY noisy tools, so we thought it best if I wasn't at home with Daniel during this. Do you know what a horrid feeling is to feel you CAN'T go home?

First I visited a friend and that was nice, but I didn't want to make myself a nuisance by staying too long, and decided I would go to Riga, by train. (We don't have a car I can use)

I had been wanting to go shopping, but was a bit wary at the idea of going by train, with a buggy and a baby. Climbing in and out of the train would be hard, but I assumed people would help me. Getting on and off the train proved to be quite simple, people were very helpful, each time I was EXTREMELY grateful and felt that God has put that person there just for us.

The ascent and descent to the platform to where the train leaves is what was the killer today. It involves going down a big flight of stairs, while holding on to your buggy on this steep little ramp thing. That is hard to explain, but believe me, I avoid these things at all costs! They always scare me. I must make really odd expressions of concentration, because usually people offer to help me.

As I approached the doors to the descending stairs, I wondered if there wasn't some alternative. I must have looked confused, or something. I had noticed one family looking at me, and they stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked again. Then the man came back and offered to go down for me, holding the buggy. This is much easier for a strong guy, with experience, then a wimpy little Mom like me. I was so thankful, what a Godsend.

I had a nice time shopping, Daniel was perfect, playing peacefully all the time.

Then the time came to go home, and I was contemplating how on earth I would get off the train. It is one thing to get off at a stop where lots of people get off, then there would certainly be someone to help me. But our stop isn't one of those, and so I was worried. Those around us seemed delighted with my little smiling boy, he brought smiles to others faces too, how I rejoiced over that. But then, wonder of wonders, the same family got on the train, and even in the same car as I was in. I was surprised, but figured they would probably get off before I did. As my stop approached the ticket lady offered to help me with the buggy. But as I was about to get off, that same man jumped up and came over and helped!

Praise God for the people he uses in our lives, normal people, everyday people, agents for him. Could they have been angels? For me they were, every one of them was in the place I needed them, with the attitude to help. How thankful I am to God for his protection.

We are home again, what a lovely feeling to be able to come home.
Janis is feeling like he went through the blender, having used a machine all day like they use on roads to break up asphalt. He is such a hard worker.

We had a grand adventure- but I wouldn't like to repeat it. The shopping part would be nice to repeat, but next time I hope to go by car, or else wait until Daniel can walk.