A FEW SPECIAL GOD MOMENTS FROM the week
Saturday, August 22,
Christi and I sat on my patio during a stressful time. The
music of a cicada choir seemed to sing
from God to both our hearts as we stayed there experiencing His peace.
The two dogs I had been dog sitting for four days went home.
Sunday, August 23
Coffee on my patio on a cool morning as the street in back
of me that usually plays traffic noise is still asleep.
Hearing my soon to be ninety-five-year-old mom answer her phone
after she was not sure where her bed was last night.
Walking with Vivi through a peaceful neighborhood at
twilight to a cricket lullaby.
Monday, August 24
Seeing a special friend I had not seen in twenty-five years!
Vivi and I visiting three classes and once more identifying
with the energy, excitement, and fun that only nine-year-old’s can know.
Tuesday, August 25
Being invited by some new friends to dinner and being
treated as though I were someone special.
Playing music with them and feeling their bond of marriage
wrap the music we played with love.
Wednesday, August 26
Praying that Vivi wouldn’t freak out at the vet like she
usually does, then watching her wag her tail as though it were a picnic.
Actually being able to hear and understand the person
building my Subway sandwich without standing in line looking confused,
wondering who they were speaking to.
Pay day!
Thursday, August 27.
The Dept. of Revenue called and said I owed them over five
hundred dollars from my 2014 taxes. Since I had trouble with the people who
filled out my 2013, taxes I shrank inside feeling like the bug I smushed with
my front door last week. After calls to the bank, records faxed, etc. and a
prayer of desperation, I called and some intelligent being answered, recognized
that the company put the wrong SSN on the tax forms and fixed it instantly!
Watching Kevin understand paperwork that makes me crazy.
Watching Vivi and her best doggy friend, Stella Mae,
enjoying life, not knowing anything about so much meanness going on in the
world.
Friday, August 28,
Praying “Help!” as I stepped on the scales; losing the pound
I gained last week.
Sitting outside singing to the birds, neighbors, and mostly
Jesus, knowing He hears.
Even though this is not designed to be my pulpit, there are
times I must speak of Jesus; not the Jesus who was just a profit, not the New
Age Jesus who changes with and like the political climate, but the bible Jesus
who speaks of loving your neighbor, and full of grace and truth, who is LOVE,
peace on earth good will to men, never meaning for it to be only at Christmas.
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