Okay, usually my blogs are a little more quite and thoughtful, trying to see Images of Christ in all things. But I just need to tell you about the last 24 hours of my life. You are not going to believe this.
It began last night. As I was waiting for a red light to change I notice that from time to time a bright light would flash. I didn’t realize what it was, until it was too late. Going through the green light, it turned yellow. Then came the flash of bright light, and I realized it was the camera taking pictures of people running the red light. I promise you, it was yellow!
5:00 A.M. I get up early this morning to have some quite time, before the plumber gets here to check a slow draining tub. As I step out of the shower, I receive a call. My husband, Joseph, is on his way to work and his Excursion has died. He is 30 minutes into an hour and a half drive to work. He believes the alternator has died but, if I will go to Wal-Mart for him, and get two new batteries he thinks we can trade cars. Then I can take the Excursion to the mechanic for repairs.
6:30 A.M. I am in the 24hour Wal-Mart buying batteries and driving them to my husband who is waiting on the side of the road. We get the first battery out and the new one in, then the second one comes out. As he is taking the old battery to the back of the car, I help by lifting the new battery into place under the hood. Joseph comes back to the front of the car. Trying to hurry and get to work, he grabs the cables and puts one in place, then the other onto the battery.
As he places the last cable on, there is a loud “POP” sound, and flames begin shooting up out of the battery. Apparently, someone had place the battery in backwards…
Anyway, we grab an old battery from the back, HE places it into the car, and I am able to drive it to the mechanic. ( Thank you, Lord!)
9:30 A.M. I’m home, and the plumber informs me that the reason the tub is draining slowly is because, there are roots growing into the drain from outside. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
As I type, the wrecking crew is ripping out the wall and tub!
I’m trying to find a God moment in all of this. The only two things I can think of right now is, that the Excursion cranked after all of that, and that I filled my car with gas last night (after I ran the YELLOW LIGHT).
I’m posting some pictures, not because they go with this blog, but because they make me smile.
Find a way to smile today!
I love to talk with people whose walks of life are different from my own. Though their walk may be different each person has a story of joy and sorrow. The blacksmithing conference at Tannehill State Park brought together people who otherwise, may never get together. Doctors, farmers, lawyers, radio station managers, mothers, children the list goes on and on.
The men stayed in the blacksmith shop, while the women, old and young alike, went to the top of the hill and learned to make baskets.
Sitting together the women share stories. One story of a friend who died and a bracelet worn her memory, one heroic story of a positive attitude during chemo and the pink “rally hat” worn to cover the newly exposed pink skin.
A woman with a terrific sense of humor, began her story with, “Did I tell you about the time my cell phone committed suicide in my glass of red wine?” Then told her story of being abandoned by her husband.
Each person telling their stories that they kept hidden deep in their hearts. Stories also of a marriage restored, a passion finally realized, and philosophy of joy.
“While the earth remains, seed time and harvest, and cold and heat, and Summer and
winter, and day and night shall not cease” Genesis 8:22
I became accustomed to sleeping with the lamp on and my Bible in the bed with me after someone began stalking me and making threatening phone calls. I would hear noises outside, but the police could never find anyone. I had spent so much money trying to secure the house, only to discover that my attempts had been of no help. One night I awoke, and the lamp was on as usual, but I could smell bread baking. I thought I must have been so stressed out that I’d forgotten to turn the oven off, and I ran to the kitchen. It was cold and dark. Nothing was cooking, nothing was turned on, and there was no smell of bread. As I got back into bed, I could smell fresh bread again. I told myself that this was God’s way of comforting me because fresh bread was served at Sunday dinner with the family all around. I did feel comforted, and I went back to sleep.
This is an excerpt from my book, String of Pearls. I believe Christ was with me that night long ago. To find out how I realized He was there read, String of Pearls.
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