Interesting morning

I've had an interesting morning. I have the day to myself and barely any money to do anything fun. But I dug out some change and came down to the cafe to watch the latest Kim Clement. I might add it was good! I've seen this young man here many times before and know him to be a Christian. I can tell. Today he moved to the table behind me to plug in his laptop. When I came back from getting more coffee he said to me he noticed I was watching Kim Clement and we started to visit. Turns out he's the pastor of Rock Church and knows and gets together with Pastor Mike now and then. What makes it an interesting morning? You just never know.

As I Sit Here

I've had a busy week. I had the job interview on Monday and as of today I feel that the job is not meant to be. The hours were perfect, the actual job itself sounded like a piece of cake. I could get off work and still work for Debbi for a couple of hours in the afternoon. It would have been nice to actually get back in the work force again. But I didn't hear from anyone on Friday like they said I would so I take in a huge sigh and wonder what on earth is next for me. I'm living God's purpose for my life so that I can fulfill my destiny, right Kim? It would be nice to step into my destiny before my 46th birthday which is fast approaching.

So as I sit here at CJ's nursing Swiss Almond Chocolate coffee, and watching all the people come and go, eavesdropping on the new mayor and his cronies, I look forward to helping out at a wedding this afternoon. Isn't it interesting that I have been going to weddings quite a bit lately? What's up with that. I also know that soon I will be faced with an announcement of another one, probably, most likely. I pray the Lord prepares my heart for that.

It's easy to forgive, it's hard to forget

One Year Anniversary

I have to write, writing is in my blood. Others have the passion for their children, their jobs, using their digital cameras, cooking, shopping etc. Mine is writing. The feeling of my fingers on the keys, putting words together gives me a high. Simple as that. It's my form of therapy. It's very cheap.

It has been almost one year since my best friend and I have spoken. I have come to the conclusion, long ago, that the term 'best friends' no longer fits us. I move on, forward, onward, upword and without her.

The fun times are gone, always remembered not forgotten.

The times of looking at her at church and having that sinking, sick feeling have gone. The feelings of wanting to get revenge, wanting to just slap her silly have gone. ( they creep back in once in awhile ).

I have done all I can, done the right thing. She has not. Maybe she's afraid of me. Maybe she still feels guilt.

It happened on May 24th, on the way home from the last ( and most disappointing ) Indiana Jones movie. The words, "I have something to tell you" usually tell a person that a form of doom is on the way. Her betrayal and sneekiness led to the doom of a good friendship.

It didn't have to happen the way it did. But......God in his wonderful wisdom, knew exactly what was going to happen and in His own way, He gave me a glimpse of what was to come. I look back on the three things that made me go, "hmmmm" before it all happened and it makes me feel good that I serve a God that speaks to those that listen.

Sometimes writing turns into rambling.

I spent hours crying, I spent days wondering. I know the day will come when a big announcement is made and I pray the Lord will prepare my heart for that day. So that I can at least appear happy, even if I still want to slap her! ;-)

Monicals and the four ladies

Beautiful day to go to an establishment and set down to eat an unhealthy meal of pizza and salad dressing. I walked in and got behind four elderly ladies, elderly meaning in their 80's. All dressed nice, wreaking of perfume and hair color that was never their own. They were looking at menus and trying to decide what to order. One even commented, 'why do they make it so hard to choose'? No maam, it's you that is making it hard! I stood, smile on my face while I waited. I was half thinking one of them would say to me, 'You go ahead honey, we haven't made up our mind yet".

My smile began to fade as they started to place their orders. One lady in particular irritated me. "Do you want any meat on your pizza"?
"Well Yeah"
"What type of meat would you like"
"Well what type do you have"

Haven't you ever had a pizza before lady?

"Would you like a salad with that and a drink?"
"No, got salad fixings at home."
" A drink?"
"Well yeah, what have you got?'

In the end they all ordered water.

I don't normally get irritated over stuff like that. They were celebrating someones birthday and out having a fun lunch. But take your perfume ladened body away from me, I want to taste my pizza not your Tabu!

Finally I placed my order and sat down. To my, hmmmm, guilt? I looked over at the women before they began to eat and to my horror they were all praying over their food! The really irritating woman was actually doing the praying.

All I could do was laugh and say, "sorry Lord, I was to into my self to even thank you for this food".

All was well, and I could taste the pizza after all.

Easter thoughts

As I was driving down the road the other day I passed homes with Easter decorations in their yard. Cute little bunnies here and there, lots of plastic colored eggs laying around. Everything in pastels etc. I got to thinking and noticing that not one decorated house had anything that mentioned the real meaning of the holiday. Not one cross, not one fake empty tomb, nothing. At Christmas time we display Santa and nativity scenes. Why not display some bunnies bowing down at the foot of the cross? Why do we pay homage to a rabbit and a basket full of candy? The promise was made and the promise was kept, the tomb is empty. For you and for me. And it doesn't promote tooth decay! ( from all those goodies in the basket )

Saturdays Edition

It's a beautiful spring day, the sun is shining the temps are rising.....and after today it's all downhill weather wise. Cold, rain, snow moving back in. I am in terrible need of disposing of my socks and shoes and wearing my sandles to show off my pink toes, oh when will that day come?!

I've been watching clips from The Passion of the Christ. And wondering why I'm doing it because my eyes fill with tears and my heart begins to pound and here I sit in CJ's. I watch and remember that what Jesus went through, He did for me. So that I may remain with Him always. Deserves more than a mere 'thanks Lord'. I love this time of year, to be reminded what it's all about. Not about a bunny, not about candy, but it is so sweet to know the tomb is empty, just as He said it would be. What a wonderful fulfilled promise!

And so I go about my day, here sits my sister. Alone time is over.