There is nothing too little for God. I've pray to find lost stuff all the time, and so far my prayers have always been answered. Most of the time, it is when I need it. Sometimes I have to wait a day or two. He is there and he does care.
Posted: 11-21-2009 @ 7:13 pm EST Edited: 11-21-2009 @ 7:33 pm EST
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
I awoke early, fed my sweet kitties and washed my hair. I then took a bike ride to Starbucks, talked to my mom, read some and returned home... in time for the cable guy. He arrived at 9am and switched out my modem. I had forgotten to put a reminder on my cell phone, but by the grace of a loving God who cares about every little part of my life, I was where I was supposed to be at just the right moment.
Then I sat on the porch to embrace the morning in my hand-me-down, spruced up, hunter green cane rocker --- reading scriptures, feeding my soul. As I went inside and glanced at the clock, my mind was drawn to Yoga, starting in just one hour. I high-tailed it to the gym for a good workout and a round of Yoga.
Driving home, I decided to stop by my daughter's (though I knew she was sleeping after working the night shift). My grandson, Cody, was eager to go bike riding with me. After our drive back to my apartment, we rode our bicycles to the pier, stopping and resting here and there along the way and at a playground... At the pier, we parked our bikes and rode up and down the glass elevator, hitting every stop and every shop. The grand finale was The Pier Aquarium. Since Cody is a fast-moving five year old and goes through stores like a marathon runner, it took some coaxing to get me there. Cody is five and gets in free; but it's $5.00 for adults ---- well worth it if you can take your time and not race through. Cody was good and kept his speed down to a slow jog. At The Pier Aquarium you may touch a variety of crustaceans as well as a multitude of variant starfish. When I pointed out an eel, Cody was curious whether it was electric ---- and wouldn't stop pestering me about it until I asked. Not electric, it was a green moray eel, large and fascinating nonetheless.
Cody and I bicycled home. He set up my chess set, then the checker set --- not into either game but proud to show me he could set them up. Amazing to me since I never knew about chess or learned chess until I was in high school. He asked if he could have my set. (One day, maybe, but not today... He couldn't find his bicycle helmet before we left his house and had to use Tyler's.) We had a short talk about putting away things after using them --- with a strong emphasis on the chess/checker set he so desperately wanted. He promised he would take good care of it. Then I asked about the cards I'd lent him to play with at Joey's wedding. He had no idea where the cards were and couldn't even remember whether they actually made it to the wedding. Finally, he was satisfied to leave with a rubber ball, he bounced and bounced, proudly catching it with one hand.
When I took Cody home, he fell asleep in the car. I so wanted to carry him in the house but he said, Meemaw, you don't have to carry me in. I sure wanted to but was not sure I was strong enough. Cody is a big boy ----- soon to be six.
Posted: 11-21-2009 @ 6:35 pm EST Edited: 11-21-2009 @ 6:36 pm EST
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Friday, November 20, 2009
A BIG Happy Birthday to my eldest sis... just 18 months ahead of me. =)
It was a good, yet slow day for me at work. I'm not sure what is going on there... My boss left early, while I spent my remaining hours updating pleading indexes and watching the clock.
Could it be I'm ready ---- spiritually ready ----- for a drastic and yet gleeful change in my life?
When we ignore warning signals, they get bigger and bigger until we can no longer ignore them. That's where I am at this moment. Finally, getting it.
I hope to always be part of this site-wide group of individuals. May God Bless Writing.Com to the extent that it is undeniable and must be professed.
God bless you as you begin to wind down your work week. I, for one, am thankful for Fridays... always, every week.
The slave is set free every Friday---to dream, to dance, to laugh and play.
May God bless my world, my realm of influence, my realm of degradation and humiliation, my realm of understanding and being understood, my realm of wisdom and knowledge --- not only on my behalf but on behalf of those whom You have placed in my path in this world and in the world to come. Amen.
Posted: 11-16-2009 @ 12:18 pm EST Edited: 11-16-2009 @ 12:20 pm EST
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Monday, November 16, 2009
I'm well, and it is well with my soul. Saturday night while feeling depressed, alone and isolated, the Holy Spirit surely whispered in my ear: Make your home a Sanctuary for Me. [Surely I've been watching too many crime dramas and murder mysteries.]
I cleaned my apartment all afternoon Saturday and am determined to make it a Sanctuary for Him. Surely, this will help me stay focused on Him and make Him feel more welcome in my home.
Posted: 11-14-2009 @ 8:49 am EST Edited: 11-14-2009 @ 8:15 pm EST
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Good morning. May I say the weather is delightful in Saint Petersburg this morning.
As I listen to the sound of hounds echoing one another, I consider my neighbors. They might well benefit from watching a few episodes of THE DOG WHISPERER... though I won't be the one to tell them so unless a precise, opportune time arises. Otherwise, I might run home licking my wounds. Why are we so often on the defensive? A sign of the times, perhaps?
Well I have a warm shower awaiting me. Have a very pleasant day.
May the gong of pride be renounced, confessed, let go; and may the softness of sweet humility cause you to glow in His peace.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009 - VETERANS' DAY here in the U.S.A.
It was nice to be home today... though I've done nothing meaningful, substantial.
No real threat of a hurricane all year and then bam, bam --- two simultaneous threats. Living along the coast there are familiar nuances that make clear what lurks directly offshore: strong winds and intermittent rains, streaking through an ominously overcast sky.
No worries. Accustomed --- we instinctively know the difference between a passing storm and a very real threat.
The one very real threat of obliteration, remained hidden until almost the very last second. It was so close we could have touched --- its hot breath was on my neck. Previously fearless, I prayed for mercy. It veered off-course at the final moment, chasing those who were smart enough to run all the way to Orlando.
Hope you've had a pleasant day regardless of the weather. May God bless you as you make your way through the remainder of this week.
Hope you're making your Saturday fabulous... whether cleaning the house with your favorite music motivating you in the background, cutting the grass (or shoveling snow)... whether you're sled riding, skiing, snorkeling, reading, writing, canoeing, kayaking, hiking, mountain climbing, hang-gliding or practicing yoga ---- my prayer for you is that you will enjoy this day to the uttermost. =)
Posted: 11-4-2009 @ 8:47 am EST Edited: 11-4-2009 @ 8:51 am EST
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
My only living grandparent/grandma is 90 years old today. She was born in 1919. If she lives another ten years, she'll be 100. For some reason, I don't think she'll make it that long --- she spends a lot of time in bed these days; and though she's stubborn, it appears she has given up on this life.
What an uneventful, yet productive start to a new work week. My boss is out-of-town until Friday... so I'm attempting to catch up before his big return.
I'm well. My family is well. There is a new baby coming in through my son-in-law's brother and his recent bride. =)
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