“I didn’t even think to bring in my umbrella. I don’t know how we’re going to get to the car without getting drenched.” I lamented to John, my ten-year-old grandson.
“The wind is blowing hard too.” He observed as we stood at the glass doors gazing at the pouring rain after church last Sunday. Additionally, water rushed down the street gutter. It would be impossible to get to the parking lot on the other side without getting your shoes soaking wet.
I opened the door and mentioned our dilemma to Darryl, one of our deacons, “Do you know if someone has an umbrella? I don’t know how we’re going to get to the car.”
“What happened? Are you okay?” I looked in concern and shock at his left foot, bright red and swollen to six times its size. I had spotted Keith, an old friend I used to work with at DaySpring Cards. I had finished my strength training at Holly Street Physical Therapy.
He leaned on his cane and smiled, “Oh, I’m better now. I can walk! I got a rare bacteria that traveled to my foot. I’ve been in bed. This is my first day up.”
I’m enjoying hanging out at our charming Broadway Cafe. I am writing my stories and working on my book,”The Gift of Writing: 10 Ways to Share Your Heart.”
I’m drinking iced tea, caffeine free red rooibos, vanilla and almonds bits. Delicious!
I asked a young woman sitting behind me to take this photo. I found out she’s a camp counselor at New Life Ranch for the summer. She’s going to a university in Texas studying mechanical engineering. She wants to go overseas to help underdeveloped nations with their engineering issues.
“I never had a college degree myself so I went back to school when I was sixty-five.”
She leaned on her cane as she made her way down the high school hall. Age had taken it’s toll on her body. I recognized her as a guest (substitute) teacher and had come up to walk beside her.
“How awesome for you to go back to school when you’re older!”
“Yes, I didn’t even know how to turn on a computer. I had to take a computer class so I could do my classes.” She chuckled.
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Growth only comes when you allow yourself to be uncomfortable.
Once you achieve one goal and you’re comfortable, then it’s time to allow yourself to be uncomfortable as you press into the next challenge.
Regardless of your age, stretch yourself in pursuing your dreams and desires mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically.
Growth isn’t fun or easy but it’s necessary for the next level of achievement. Athletes understand this principle and inspire us to do the same.
Strength to strength.
Glory to glory.
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Leave the past behind with all of its disappointments and failures.
Receive new mercy and compassion for your mistakes.
Believe in today with all of its new dreams and possibilities.
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Every year on Valentine’s Day we celebrate love with flowers, candy and cards in a sentimental way. However, love expressed is much more than the sentiments expressed.
Let’s pause and consider what love truly is.
Loving someone who loves you and meets your needs is easy. What about during the difficult times when someone isn’t meeting your needs or only doing so at times?
When you wade through rough waters with someone, then love is tested.
Will you walk away or persist in working through things with that person? Is the love you have true love?
I don’t know about you but natural disasters such as flooding, earthquakes, tornadoes give me a heightened awareness of how helpless we are as humans.
This past weekend we had serious flooding in our area creating an emergency disaster situation for many. The incessant rain and thunder stirred all those feelings of vulnerability, fear and powerlessness. These normal feelings cause us to reach out to a power great than ourselves and for me the turbulence caused me to turn to God.
One of those times I felt especially alone in facing my challenges occurred yesterday. God surprised me with a reminder of His care for me.
For the whole day I had felt especially vulnerable and alone so I prayed for God to show me His care for me.
One of my errands that evening required a trip to the grocery store. As I headed down the yogurt aisle, I looked up to see a friend of mine smiling at me. He was with three young people and he came up to me and greeted me.
I sat in my crushed car, reeling from the shock of a five car accident that totaled my car. After the policemen took us to a nearby strip mall so I sat in the car waiting.
“Mom, look. Look at the flowers. Mom, these are some of your favorite flowers!” I turned around in the car seat and spotted my son, Alex, standing by a group of three, deep pink crepe myrtles.
I groaned. For a moment I thought it was rather insensitive to be telling me to look at the flowers instead of empathizing with my loss.