It was 50 years ago today. If he had lived as long as my Mom or dad we would be celebrating Together. But Min's life was far too short. I leaf through our wedding album. The colored photos are beginning to fade, But my memory of the day is as sharp as ever. I take note of our attendants, the Wedding cake, The excitement on our faces. I relive our first night together. I realize the day is special only to Me now. I doubt that anyone else even remembers. But at least one of us remains to Cherish the moments of our glorious Golden day. |
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When Buddy was alive I had a reason to be up
At daybreak walking him, picking up after Him. But now, it's too tempting to stay in bed. However, I awoke early this morning and Ventured out before I changed my mind. Not too hot, Not too cold, the weather was perfect. I took a slow stroll on the paved path across The street which winds around a pond where a Pair of geese were testing the water. I was alone except for a guy and gal who were Being led by their canine friends. I greeted the humans, petted the pets and Moved on, savoring the dawn. I reflected on my winter walks on this same Route when the snow muffled the Sounds. I was profoundly aware of the silence. But on this summer stroll I was Surrounded by the chirps and tweets and Warbles of a myriad of birds, hiding Somewhere cheering me on as I Stepped along. Silence or a serenade, Both have their appeal. But, today, the birds won. I've noticed that people tend to reverse the
Words in James 1:19, and instead read, "Be swift to speak, slow to hear and Quick to wrath." Jack would call the disorder Spiritual dyslexia. Since I arrived at church early, I joined
A young man sitting at a table and got Acquainted while we sipped coffee. I discovered he was 40 and single, but Was looking for a godly bride. I shared my story with him. "Years ago I was walking down a back Hallway at church when my friend, Bernie, Stopped me and asked, 'Would it be okay if I pray that you would get married?' 'Please do!' I told him. And eventually God sent Jack, the man who possessed the Qualities I had prayed for: Godly, Intelligent, Gentle, With a sense of humor." ("Three out of four aren't bad," Jack always quipped.) "Can I pray for a wife for you?" I asked. "Sure!" he answered. (I actually suggested the name of a Great gal.) "If I get married I'll invite you to Our wedding," the fellow added. ( I just hope it's not one of those Destination weddings.) After John Adam's beloved Abigail died he
Wrote Thomas Jefferson: "I believe in God and in his wisdom and Benevolence, and I cannot conceive that Such a Being could make such a species as The human merely to live and die on this Earth. If I did not believe in a future State, I would believe in no God. This universe, this all, this 'totality' would Appear with all its swelling pomp, a Boyish firework." * Jesus told His followers, "I go to prepare a Place for you." ** John Adams believed it, and So do I. *JOHN ADAMS by David McCullough p.625 **John 14:2
We've grandmothered. Thirty years ago the three of us were up At 5:00 A.M. walking a 4 mile route in our Neighborhood before work. Now Alice uses a walker, and I move at a Snail's pace. Joyce still walks in the morning but she lives in Colorado now. We had a mini reunion at Bob Evans and Reminisced. We recalled our hard experiences. We had lots of them. But we had each other to lean on and God, too, of course. Of course. We rehearsed the milestones we Achieved over the years. (Joyce just retired after decades of Outstanding service in education.) We lingered long and laughed a lot. And we wondered, when we left, if our Threesome will meet again. If not here, then there, of course. Of course. He looked like a typical "hippie type,"
Disheveled hair done up in braids wearing A ripped tee shirt that covered one arm. We were both sitting in Subway and When I sneezed he said, "Bless you." "Thank you," I replied. His back was turned toward me, so I Walked over to his high round table where I could look into his eyes. "You blessed me, and I'll bless you," I said. I held out 4 of my tracts and asked which one He would like. After he chose one I asked if he had a prayer Request. "Right now I need a job. It's hard for me since I'm disabled." "May I ask what your problem is?" "It's what they used to call MR." "Do you mean mentally retarded?" "Yes." And the young man with the same name as my Brother told me his sad story. As a youngster his dad had thrown him from a Second story window. He continued, "On Thanksgiving Day when I was 12 he Shot and killed my mom in front of me. When I Testified at his trial, he said I wasn't his son." I was stunned, trying to process his words. "I can't imagine what you've been through," and I patted him on his arm. "I refuse to call you retarded," I told him. "God created you and He loves you, and I will Pray that you will get that job." I believe the fellow was misdiagnosed. He's not retarded. He's an overcomer. And I pray an employer will give him a chance. When I read a Bible verse like the
One I savored today, I like to Insert my name into the text. "Dorothy, I am your God forever and Ever, and I will be your guide until You die." * It's as though the God of the universe is Speaking directly to me. Indeed, He is. *Psalm 48:14 |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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