I had a busy afternoon, so I Picked up KFC on my Way home from church. As I paid at the drive thru window, I asked the Italian looking young Man, "Do you eat lots of chicken?" "No." "Do you eat lots of fish?" (It was a Long John Silver location too.) "No." "Are you a vegetarian?" "Yes." "Wow! What a place to work!" We chuckled at the incongruity of His job. I rummaged through my purse for a Tract, but the only one left was About Jack. As I handed it to him, I said, "It's about my husband. He's gone now, But the Lord told me to give it to you." "Thanks." "What's your name?" "Dominic." "Well, you have a good day." As I drove off, I saw the fellow Reading, discovering how God had Delivered Jack from alcohol and Saved his soul. I wonder. Why Dominic? Why today? Why that particular tract? The answers lie with God, And I don't need to know. |
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I wish I could sit with you and
Chat over a cup of hot tea, or Perhaps the iced variety in your State down south. I wish I could just ask questions And listen to you unload your Concerns. I know your husband's dementia is Getting worse. The future is grim and grimmer, and I wonder how you're coping, if your Hoping in Him is keeping you Going. I wish I could hold your hands and Pray with you, stay with your Confused dear one so you could spend A whole day by yourself doing what Brings you pleasure. I wish I could give you a hug. I'm here for you. But I wish I could be there for you too. She meant it to be a compliment.
"When my son saw you at the Christmas Eve service, he said that despite all the Years since he's seen you, you haven't Changed a bit." Oh my, I sigh as I stare in the mirror. Did I really look this bad way Back then? It was exactly one year ago today
That I cautiously posted my first Poem on Facebook, not Sure that I was ready to Bare my soul. After all these months, I'm still Unsure. I still hesitate, but for my Sanity's sake I continue to Scribble my musings on scraps of Paper scattered around the house. And despite my doubts, I'll just keep pestering my Friends with my Candid random thoughts, Posting them until I catch a case of Writer's block, or God simply shows me it's Time to stop. They were so close, but yet
They couldn't see the mountain. It was obscured by the smoke of Wild fires, and then as they drove Even closer, it was covered by Clouds, But for just a brief moment the Mist parted and they saw Mt. Rainier in all its splendor before It was hidden again. "It describes our life journey, now," The couple told me. They've lost a son, and their daughter is Trapped and traumatized with Mental illness. Being in constant crisis mode is Debilitating. "We feel like God's hiding," the Burdened mom shared. "We can't see Him or feel Him at All, and then suddenly, for a moment The curtains part, and We sense His presence, and We're albe to keep going." Our solid Rock, Our secure Refuge, Our immoveable Fortress, Our towering Strength, Our hovering Protector, Unseen, But endlessly faithful, Often cloaked, but Ever near. Ever near. "But the Lord has become my fortress, and my God the rock in whom I take refuge." (Psalm 94:22) How can you meet a new friend for
Coffee, just to get acquainted, and End up spending two and a Half hours with her at Tim Hortons, Finally eating lunch there, too, and Even then, being barely able to break away? It's bearing one another's burdens. It's spurring one another on toward Love and good deeds. It's encouraging one another as we See the day approaching. It's fellowship. It's love. It's just what sisters-in-Jesus do. (I Peter 3:8, l John 1:7, Hebrews 10:24, 25, Galations 6:2) My missionary friends, all the way
Around the world In New Guinea, Were excited to be with their kids At Christmas, Not via the airlines but By way of Skype. Aside from being there, It's the next best thing. I wish I could Skype Jack.
When I tried to push my
Garbage can into the Garage today, It was stuck, Frozen solid to the black top. Even though I knew I shouldn't I poured hot water around the Wheels, which of course made Matters worse. Since I didn't have Jack to consult, I asked Jesus for help. "Try your hair dryer." "Okay." I connected three extension Cords to span the distance to The end of the drive. I took along the sturdy little Shovel too, the one Issued to soldiers when They're in the field. It worked!! With the blow dryer on full blast, And my shovel holding fast as I Forced it underneath the edge of The container, it finally broke free From it's ice bound captivity. With fingers frozen themselves I Wheeled my liberated garbage can Into the garage with gratitude and Great glee, just between Jesus and me. In this rescue I felt that a bit Of gloating was allowed. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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