I'm joining a busload of friends this
Morning to visit Noah's ark.
(Well, at least a copy of it.)
Rain and storms are possible, but
Even a flood shouldn't be a
Problem.
Right?
It's a day trip!
I'm joining a busload of friends this Morning to visit Noah's ark. (Well, at least a copy of it.) Rain and storms are possible, but Even a flood shouldn't be a Problem. Right?
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I had just pulled on my old jeans and
Discolored shirt in order to spray paint my Patio bench when I saw the ladies walk By my window. I had forgotten that our mission's board meeting Was at my house this morning. My sweeper was sitting out, My hair was unkempt, and It was a no-make up day, but I welcomed the gals anyway knowing They wouldn't mind. All the other officers also forgot, even the President, so the four of us sat around my Dining room table and chatted. We shared good things the Lord was doing in Our lives. We expressed prayer needs, and went around Our circle lifting each other up to Our Father. We were so blessed we decided that God Had cancelled the meeting so we could Have sweet fellowship. And I decided it's much simpler to host a Board meeting when you are totally Unaware, and there's no need to Prepare. I had finished my walk and was
Waiting for the traffic to subside so I could cross the road. A young man was waiting, too, astride His bike. I noticed his jacket. "Are you a Cavalier's fan?" "Yes!" he replied smiling. As we talked about the team's Prospects this season, our conversation Gravitated to my colored beads and I explained the Good news to the 20 something. He thought it was "cool" when I tied the Bracelet to his wrist. "Have you heard the story before?" I asked him. "No, never." "Really, never?" I'm always delighted when someone hears Truth for the first time. And I suppose it was also the first time the Biker heard an old lady say, "You were my divine appointment for The day." It had been a frustrating day.
I messed up the cookies I had planned to Take to a social event and didn't have time To start over. I was weary from the nitty gritty stuff of Life; nothing major, but minor problems can Pile up to a mighty high heap. When I finally retreated to my prayer Closet, I began to read a Bible passage, Picking up where I had ended the day Before. David must have needed a respite too. "I have stilled and quieted myself," he said, "Just as a small child is quiet with its Mother. Yes, like a small child is my Soul within me." * I pondered the words until tears welled up. I didn't open my prayer notebook. I didn't follow my normal worship pattern. I didn't even voice a single request. Sometimes it's best to just sit quietly like A small child and be comforted. * Psalm 131:2
It was a birthday dinner and
God seated me across the table from A college student. It didn't take long for us to get Acquainted. I learned that he was a Jehovah's Witness turned Atheist turned honest seeker, and he Learned that I was an outspoken Christ follower. Our conversation was animated and Soon led to my sharing the Easter story with My ever-ready bracelet. I guess I didn't frighten him too Badly because he wants to continue our Conversation at our next party, and Since another birthday looms, It should be soon.
God didn't create me and then ask,
"Now, what shall I find for Dorothy to do?" Instead, like a contractor plotting out a Beautiful estate, He had a particular Job in mind and then designed me to Fill it. My challenge lies in discovering what my Task is and then doing my very best to Carry it out. The place I must begin is to study the Plan book and to stay in constant touch with The Planner. "For we are God's workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10 After the meeting we paired up to
Pray, just the two of us. My prayer partner shared her concern. She can no longer overlook the signs: His shuffling feet, His confusion, His testy behavior. "I didn't expect our marriage to end This way," she told me. My heart hurts with hers. Dementia is epidemic, and yet we never Expect it to strike our loved one. I didn't. I couldn't sugar coat the jagged journey that Stretches before the tarnished golden couple. But as I held her hand I could assure her that God will face the unknown with her, and That in the end dementia loses and Love wins. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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