The movie was predictable. I knew from the opening scene how It would end. The groom would break his Engagement with the actress at The last moment and marry the Country gal, and in the process, Save her ranch. Why did I watch it then? It was wholesome, G-rated, and the scenery was Beautiful. It was pure fluff, but sometimes I just need to rest my brain, And sometimes I just need To cry. |
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Several of us were eating around my
Dining room table when I noticed a remnant of food stuck On the chin of one of my guests. He wasn't aware. When I tactfully pointed it out, He sincerely thanked me and Removed the particle with His napkin. I want that kind of relationship with My Father. Throughout the day when I gossip, or Grumble, or harbor anger or Envy, I want Him to nudge me so I can say, "I'm sorry. Thanks for the heads up." I want to flick the sin off, so we can Continue on with our day. Recently I've been having vivid,
Intricate dreams, and When I wake up, I sometimes Wonder whether they are prophetic, Whether God is trying to tell me Something. But today I recalled a friend's dream That inspired her many years ago. One night she dreamed that an Acquaintance of hers had Married me. Acting on the strong urge, she Invited both of us to a party at Her home. I eagerly anticipated the Meeting. After all, we were "meant" for Each other. And, in fact, the gentleman did Ask me out. We had a pleasant dinner, We chatted awhile in my Living room, and when He left he said he would call Again. But he never did call, and in a Few months he was married to Another lady from my Bible study group. My enlightened friend had Envisioned the man's marriage, but To the wrong person. Considering the past, I believe I will relegate my dreams to Wishful thinking, or Brain corrections, or Indigestion. She's young,
Not just in age, but in grief too, And she's learning in her struggle that People don't know how to respond to her. "I know they see me," said the recent Widow, "But they pretend they Don't. It's like I'm invisible. Even Relatives don't acknowledge my Husband's death. It really hurts." I know what she means. I've experienced it too. Most people mean well, but They're just ignorant. They're afraid of dredging up Sad memories, Of making the mourner cry, As though that's a bad thing. They're uncomfortable, and Since they don't know what to say, They remain silent. If only they knew that it's better to Say the wrong thing than Nothing at all.
I rarely see the garbage men up close.
I just spot them from a distance in Their truck. But this morning I was taking a Bag of trash out just as they Pulled up. We greeted each other, and as I Was walking back into my condo, I stopped and backtracked. "I want to tell you how much I Appreciate you," I said. "I have a Grateful book, and in it I wrote that I'm thankful for the garbage men." The two workers thanked me and Beamed. I beamed back. It was a simple way to add a Perk to our day. Pride is insidious.
It creeps up on me and Disguises itself as praise. "You won't believe what Jesus did through me today!" Or pity. "It's a shame folks have to Live in hovels like that." Or preference. "I hope I'm assigned to that Table with the stylish ladies." Or piety. "I'm glad I've never been Tempted to smoke or drink." God hates pride. I hate it too. I continually pray He will Point it out to me when it Comes calling. I want to humble myself willingly So that He won't need to do it For me. Jack's Medal Jack always liked to brag that He received an award for Humility, but when he Accepted it, the donor took It back. :) Since they live two hours away, I don't
Often get to shop with them, So it was a treat to tagalong to The grocery store. As we were checking out, I Bragged to the cashier. "These are my really special grandkids!" "They don't look like it," she said. "Where are they from?" Smiling at my two grand teenagers, I said, "One from China and one from Russia." "Oh, I see why they're special," she added. The clerk's vision was limited. She just saw our faces, But if she could have peered into our Hearts she would have recognized that The three of us are woven inseparably together, Permanently linked, not by blood, But love.
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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