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Showing posts from September, 2012


Last week, I hurried into the local convenience store with my youngest son. It was hot and I wanted to just grab a few things since I hadn't had time to go to the store. As I went to swing open the door, a man politely asked for change. He was dirty and wore raggedy clothes, cigarette clutched in his shaking hand. I impatiently shook my head and continued on. 

Two minutes later, I was at the checkout. In front of me was a large basket of bananas. I felt that holy nudge. No, I didn't have cash, but I could buy some bananas. And so I did. I took two of the larger ones {I had noticed another man on the opposite side}. 

I walked out of the store, son still in tow, right up to the man who had asked for money. "Would you like a banana?" I asked as I held out the fruit in my hand towards him. He looked at it, then smiled. He took it from me like it was so much more than a single banana. "Thank you, baby doll!" he exclaimed in his raspy voice and he meant it. 

I took …

The Waiting

And he shall be like a tree firmly planted [and tended] by the streams of water, ready to bring forth its fruit in its season; its leaf also shall not fade or wither; and everything he does shall prosper [and come to maturity]. Psalm 1:3

It's mid-afternoon, but from the darkness of the living room you would think it was much later. The house is quiet except for the whirring of fans and the drone of the washing machine. All of my boys {big and not so big} are taking a nap. 

I had opened the blinds to let in some more light. As I sat in solitude, I watched the trees sway and the sky darken. The few patches of blue sky were quickly replaced with gray. 

From inside the confines of my house, it looked like a glorious autumn storm. In my mind, I started to daydream about crisp air, scarves, and hot tea. Obviously, that wasn't the case. To snap myself back into reality, I walked outside. The air hung heavy with stifling heat and moisture. I immediately started sweating. Feeling somewhat…

Life Support

From life's first cry to final breath Jesus commands my destiny... Yet again, the hymns comfort me tonight.

We imagine our final breath will be when we are grey, skin-wrinkled and etched with laugh lines from a full life. No doubt the good Lord will take us in our sleep. For some, yes, but definitely not for the majority.

Within the past week, I have heard about the passing of two people I knew. One was an older lady from my previous church {I watched her granddaughter often in Sunday school}. Helen's cancer came back. The other was a man with whom I attended high school. He was my age. I hadn't seen him in over twenty years, but I remember him well. We were both in ROTC. We both had twin brothers. He was a CHP officer who was shot in the line of duty. He was placed on life support, but his injuries were fatal.

And I can't help to think: Aren't we all really on life support? Each breath a gift. Each heartbeat so fleeting and the next isn't guaranteed. The true …

If You Really Knew Me...

These types of posts have been all over the blogosphere, so on this low key Labor Day, I thought I would come up with my own list of sorts.
So, if you really knew me {and other random facts}, you would know: 
I am not very good at hiding my emotions {no poker face here}. Regardless of what I am feeling, my facial expressions betray me 99% of the time. 
God's grace never ceases to amaze me. 
I have O- blood and try to donate often. 
My grandparents raised me. Therefore, I have retained some old-fashioned sensibilities. 
I am a true ambivert. 
I am not a neat freak. 
Although I have become much better, in general I have a hard time saying no because at my core I like to help others {and some people will take advantage of this}.
Autumn is my favorite season. I adore everything about it from the colors and cooler weather to the scents {pumpkin spice and apple cinnamon} and Thanksgiving. 
I do not relish confrontation, but I will ultimately speak up if I feel it is necessary. 
I long…