Placed it on my desk where I
Can see it every day.
"Dorothy, whose glory are you seeking?"
I need the constant reminder because there is
Only one correct answer, and too often
I get it wrong.
I printed out the question on an index card and
Placed it on my desk where I Can see it every day. "Dorothy, whose glory are you seeking?" I need the constant reminder because there is Only one correct answer, and too often I get it wrong.
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More killings.
More horror. Will it ever end? Help us Lord. Spare us from ourselves. You're the answer to the hate, but Only if we're willing to believe You, Receive You, Heed You. My heart is heavy. Do You weep too? Show me what one person can do. Help us, Lord. Spare us from ourselves.
She was an English teacher.
I wish she'd been mine. Each year when she welcomed her new Group of kids she told them, "You're the gifted class." "Wow!" the students wondered as They looked around. "What makes us so special?" Before long they noticed that their Teacher studied them. She helped them search for each of Their unique gifts to encourage them, To strengthen them in those areas, To help them shine. My teacher friend may be retired, but She's still teaching me. I'm going to try to follow her example and View each person I meet as gifted. I was glad to find an empty table at my
Favorite outdoor cafe. As I read the morning paper and Nursed my cup of coffee, I wondered Whom I might meet today. It wasn't long before a friendly couple Approached and asked whether they Could join me. By now you understand my delight at Their request. I was eager to get acquainted. After I spilled out segments of my Life story, the husband and wife Shared a bit of their's. From Pennsylvania, the retired pair was Visiting their daughter who lives here in town. When I asked about their children they Gave me details about two of them but Were silent about the third. I suspected the worst. It was. Their dear 41 year old daughter had Recently died of cancer. "I'm so sorry," I responded, and our Conversation turned from a light hearted to A heavy, heavy, heavy one. We compared grief notes, and nodded our Heads in agreement at the lack of People's understanding, at the depths of Our pain, at the length of it. Sorrow bonded us as it tends to do, and I got their address so i could send them a copy Of MENDING. We meaningfully hugged good-by. I'm not sure the grieving couple believes in Divine appointments. They're still finding their way. But I'm convinced our meeting was no accident. It was a set-up, the details all worked out by An all-knowing, compassionate God.
I visited Betty this morning.
She's delightful. She makes the best of her limited Lifestyle in the assisted living facility. While she sat in her recliner, I sat in her Wheelchair so we could chat face to face. Her tooth is broken, and she has four more Days to wait for it to be fixed. The dentist's office called while I was there to Remind her of her appointment. "I won't forget," Betty told the receptionist. "When you're in pain you don't forget." Sometimes I think that's why God allows so Much pain to bombard us, so we won't Forget how much we need Him, So we won't forget that we can't handle life On our own. "Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasure, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world." C.S. Lewis They were Jack's best friends.
Together they fished, Made knives, Shared lunch and prayers. They hung in there with him till the Very end. Both of them spoke at his memorial service. The time was finally right to invite the Men and their wives to dinner. I wanted to thank them for being Jack's friends. How would it go? I didn't know, but I knew we would Reminisce, and indeed, we did. We all took turns telling Jack stories. Bill reminded us of his humor. "Did you know I was an old Indian fighter?" Jack would ask. And then he would deliver the punch line. "Yep! I fought nothing but old Indians." His joke still made us laugh. Jack always made us laugh. I'm glad the guys won't forget him, for How could they? He's lodged in their hearts too, and What's more. I noticed Tim was wearing Jack's church Shoes. I forgot I had gifted them to him. I know Jack would approve. I can just hear him quip, "It's well with my soles." |
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