Yesterday I told you about the kind stranger who I met briefly in the breakfast room during a recent motel stay. If you missed it, you can find that post here.
There is a second stranger to tell about. She was in that same breakfast room, and I saw her just a few minutes after my encounter with the near-sighted gentleman who we are calling stranger number one.
First, let me tell you that the breakfast room was not large, and it was set up to seat as many as possible. All of the tables in the room were cafe style-- some regular height and some higher with bar stools. All had seating for only two. So families were sitting at two or more tables.
The table next to mine had some things on it already. A cup of coffee, untouched, with steam still rising from it, a full glass of orange juice, a couple of pieces of fruit, some napkins, and the coffee fixings. Ordinarily I wouldn't have noticed that much detail about a table that was not mine, but what happened caused me t...
I found myself in a motel breakfast room the other morning. You know, the kind where the breakfast is free with your stay. Now I've eaten in many of those. Some are pretty pitiful, and they can barely be called a breakfast. Cereal and bread that you can toast, with some watery orange juice. I had just been at one of those a few days before. I'm not complaining; I'm grateful.
But on this particular day, the stay was at a nicer motel (which I had gotten cheaper, lol. Go figure.), and the breakfast was a good one. The kind with make-them-yourself belgian waffles. Plain and blueberry. With all of the fixings: strawberries in a syrupy glaze, chocolate chips, different maple syrups, real whipped cream, and other things I can't remember.
Other good breakfast food was available as well, but I was going for the waffles. I need that many carbs in my breakfast in the same way that I need another hole in my head, but the waf...
Today is a big milestone for me. I am writing my one hundredth blog post. The very thought takes my breath away. I am humbled and amazed.
I began writing in January, and I have to tell you, I really thought I was just writing for myself. For my eyes and God's alone. Even my kids didn't know much about it at the beginning.
I had wrestled with God through a great storm of life. It had been a rough year. And once I had fully surrendered my situation to God, He began teaching me new things. I learned what it was to be truly empty of self. I learned total dependence on Him. I learned to approach the Throne of God in a different way. I learned what it was to truly give up your own life and abide in Him.
God gave me a verse. There have been other verses during other seasons of my life, besides my life verse. When I was a teenager, God gave me Psalm 27:10. I could write a book about how the Lord helped me through that verse. There ha...
I know that I promised to write about anger. Sooner. And now it's later. Phew! I can't get away with anything anymore. You guys certainly hold me accountable. :) That's a good thing.
I tend to write about the things that I am dealing with the most. And you know, anger doesn't rank very high up there for me. Read Anger and Fear. But I know that it's a real struggle for most people, so here goes.
Biblical ways to deal with anger:
1. Psalm 37:8 - "Cease from anger, and forsake wrath."
Cut it out. Stop it! Know that it doesn't please God, and exercise a little self control. It makes me a little crazy when people say they can't control their anger. That's like me saying I can't control my fear. My fear means that I am NOT under God's control. Your anger means the same thing. Period.
2. James 1:19 - "Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, sl...
I've mentioned before that I'm at a place in my life where I sometimes have trouble saying that my walk with the Lord can any longer be called faith. I heard someone say something similar to that from the pulpit recently. It startled me a bit. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else in the world thinks like me. I mean, perhaps my way of thinking is off. The Bible tells us to walk by faith. (2 Corinthians 5:7) So if I am losing my ability to call this faith...
Well, God knows my heart. My reasoning is this: The Bible defines faith as "the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." (Hebrews 11:1) But the Lord's working in my life is sometimes so evident and He speaks to me so clearly that I have no doubt that it's Him. How can that any longer be called faith?
I know Him like I know my son. I don't need faith to know Jim. He is real and solidly present. He hugs me and we talk and laugh and cry and share st...
After more than a week of not having the tv on except for the Orioles games, I turned it on yesterday afternoon. There is a news program that I like to have playing in the background as I get ready on Wednesday afternoons. I know the ebb & flow of the program. 'One More Thing' means that I should be walking out the door if I don't want to be late.
I didn't get to 'One More Thing'. I turned it off. At one time this was a must-see program for me-- one of my favorite shows. I watched it every day if I were at home. But not this week, and not for quite some time. My heart just can't take it.
You may think that I've chosen to bury my head in the sand. I used to be on top of current events and could discuss them knowledgeably. But now I choose not to. Feel free to call that whatever you want. You are dealing with someone who doesn't care what others think anymore, remember? :)
Something amazing happened yesterday with the blog. Something that caused me to immediately weep. I was given a recognition and honor that I never would have thought possible when this website was first launched.
And then I had great need to immediately get alone with God, for I had crossed over into very dangerous territory.
God had prepared me just a few days before. I love how He is that way with me. He always prepares me. Just like I would never send my child off on a cold winter's day when there's a forecast of snow with just a sweater and sneakers. No, I send them off prepared.
Me: Wear your boots and take your hoodie. You might need it later under your coat. And grab your scarf.
Them: But Momma, the sun is shining and my feet get hot in boots. And that scarf is dumb.
Me: Stop cussing and do as I say. I want you to be prepared and snow is coming.
And sometimes I wouldn't bother with that last line....
I began writing yesterday about running. The introduction got a little out of hand, so today there will be none. :) Just read yesterday's post, and then we'll get right into it.
I have done my run/walk/run thing in many 5Ks, and I have the medals to prove it. I know that's not really far (3.1 miles), but they are always out in the real world, where breathing is an issue. So there is an element of needing to die, faint, or collapse with every race for me.
The Christian life is likened to a race many times in the Bible. See, that's good for me. You know I need something visual. A race, I get. There's a starting point with people cheering, a finish line with more people cheering, and the grueling journey in between.
Hebrews 12:1-2~ "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us...
I suppose myself sometimes to be a runner. Okay, I'm a walk/runner at best. I probably would just be a walker and be done with it, but running is actually easier on my bionic hip than walking. I guess because the stride is shorter. So, I run. I run until I can no longer suck air into my lungs. Then I walk. I walk until I can breathe. Then I run.
Rinse and repeat.
The sucking-air-into-my-lungs issue is a teeny, tiny little bit of asthma. Maybe. Just a touch.
I have had seasonal allergies since I was a little kid. Autumn was always the worst. By the time I was a young adult it would often result in bronchitis. The first time it was a big issue, Buffy was a newborn baby. She was born in August. So Mandy would have been not quite two. She was born in January. So right in between. I was twenty-five.
It was the beginning of November, and I was sick. Very. I remember being at the docto...
I guess that it's needless to say that my life was very busy when I was teaching two grades in the same classroom. It wasn't just that way for me, where first and second grades were combined. The third and fourth were together, as were the fifth and sixth. The three of us as teachers had a comradery, except by the end of the day we were too tired to discuss it. Lol!
After lunch and recess, I would get right back into teaching one grade while the other grade would work on their seatwork. The ones working at their desks would be called a row at a time for bathroom break. That gave me no more than three or four kids of the same sex in each bathroom at the same time. When I saw that all of the kids in that row had returned, then the next row would get called. What could go wrong, right?
One afternoon things went very wrong. A little girl came back into the classroom crying and, setting aside the usual protocol, ran right up to me to talk. Now, si...