Time is of the Essence

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Until now, my posts have consisted of past memories. Today is different.

A day can start out normal, then take an unexpected detour of events. Today I want to embrace the treasure time allows me. However, I know me too well. It’s only a matter of time (there’s that word again) when I will fall flat on my face, overwhelmed by whatever.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Life is full of the good, the bad & the ugly. Each is well known. I will share a few of my own, but you have your own list.

During the summer I had the opportunity to meet a long lost cousin. She is at war with the C word. Now in hospice care, it appears cancer is winning.

This past week a friend went to the doctor, something wasn’t right. By nightfall she was sporting a pacemaker. If she had waited a few days, thinking time will heal what ails, her husband would be making funeral arrangements.

Control, Or the Lack Thereof

While we haven’t reached it yet, my dearly beloved and I can see our 50th wedding anniversary approaching. Our relationship is strong enough that I’m confident we’ll make it. Yay!

We have raised three wonderful, independant children that live wisely. Try as we did, we weren’t perfect parents. It had to be God intervening where we fell short.

For all those days in between, that went pretty much as I anticipated. Well, it enabled me to lay my head down at night in peace. I got the trash out on time.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom 

Psalm 90:12 NIV

The Drive-by Incident

Drive-by shootings came to my attention in the 1980’s. They were in the news on a regular basis.

I got to experience one and lived to tell about it.

I was behind the wheel of Big Blue, our full-size van. The bulk of it gave me a false sense of security.

I was enroute to pick up my daughter at her friend’s home.The street was a pleasant drive, except for this particular day.

To my left was a line of trees, just beyond them, Westland Mall. The right side was a series of apartment buildings.

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The White Van

Out of nowhere a white van came racing up from behind, tailgating me. He stayed there for a few minutes.

Thinking he might want to pass, I slowed down. So did the white van.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Eventually it came up beside me, keeping pace with my speed.

When I sped up, so did this van. I slowed down, likewise did the van, staying right by my side.

Feeling Stalked

My discomfort grew into feeling stalked. In my mind I was certain if I acknowledged their presence, I would be looking down the barrel of a gun. So I refused to turn my head. I chose not to make that the last thing I saw before I was shot.

After what seemed like hours, the van raced ahead, disappearing just as suddenly as it appeared. I took a deep breathe. savoring life.

Hello Police?

Today, I might have done things differently. For starters, taken down the licence number.

But for what?

Hello Police? I want to report a van that scared me.

Nothing happened. It was over and the van was gone. There was nothing the police could do.

Looking back on this non event, I’m convinced God was with me. I will be forever grateful for how He looked after my safety, regardless of where I was at spiritually.

At that time, I wasn’t giving the Lord much thought.

Interesting, isn’t it, how 20/20 hindsight gives a better view of reality?

 

 

Lost and Found

Poor dear Mom. She lost the only granddaughter she had.

The children’s clothing department was a zoo and my daughter  Cindy got antsy. So Mom offered to take her for a walk. Along the way they encountered a friend and mom chatted for only a moment.

Ready to resume walking, Mom reached for Cindy’s hand. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Panic Reigned

We looked up and down every aisle, high and low. Each clothing rack, where little people like to hide, but no Cindy. Panic reigned.

Beyond the entry door was a vast shopping mall. I had visions of my little one abducted. A stranger blending in with shoppers, heading for the nearest exit. Would I ever see my baby girl again?

Where is security when you need them?

I never realized stores had a PA system. Until then.

“We have a lost child. Would the parents please report to the Customer Service Center?”

 Found!

Cindy knew the toy department was upstairs in the furthermost corner. She was found at the top of the escalator with a teddy bear. Really?

 She hadn’t learned to talk yet, to tell us of her intent. I am forever grateful for the person that accessed the situation and took her to Customer Service. In my eyes, that individual is an angel sent from God.  

Tale of Two Women

Outside world

Donna and Nora both loved Jesus . But how they expressed that love was worlds apart. Both women felt their lives reflected their faith.

I met them at a women’s Bible study. Donna’s attendance was sporadic, so I came to know Nora better.

Nora was the wife of a church leader. She attended every function the church had. 

Her words and actions spoke of her spiritual beliefs. “Never would I darken the door of a bar.”

On The Other Hand

On the other hand, Donna church attendance was as sporadic as her Bible study habit. When she came to church, she was minus her husband.

He felt no need of this church thing. But he was aware that she chose to submit to him.

So he insisted she come to the bar with him.

Donna, desiring to please her man, came. Armed.

As he sat at the bar chatting it up with the bartender, Donna instigated her own conversations. Going from table to table she visited with others and handed them information about Jesus.

Donna’s husband no longer felt the need for her to accompany him.

Following God

Both of these women were careful to follow God the best way they knew. One was concerned about not making God look bad. The other concentrated on loving people.

Regardless of where you are  in life, the hardest thing to comprehend is how God tells different people different things.

It’s all about how we interpret life and how we daily live it out. 

 

 

Back to School Shopping

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Mothers with children in tow were milling everywhere.  The wails of the boy could be heard above the din of the shoppers.

“Momma, nooo!

Small children, too young to be involved in the clothing hunt ran amuck between display racks.

The young boys voice rose in volume, “But I don’t want to!”

Mom’s response was unintelligible.

Long lines to the fitting room ran out into the store as shoppers waited impatiently for their turn to try selections on.

By now the little guy is sobbing, “Please don’t make me!”

This time the mothers impatient voice could be heard, “I’ll stand right here blocking everyone from seeing you.” 

Surely, this mom wasn’t making her son undress out in public? What was she thinking?

My Heart Aches

Each new school year, this memory comes back to haunt me. My heart aches for this little guy who has now reached manhood.

I wonder what his relationship is with his mother now? How marred is his adulthood from this childhood experience? Home is the place of learning respect, in giving and receiving.

The Old Creed

Respect is a small word with huge implications. Sensitivity to others is key, in-home or out. An old creed from my past is worth keeping in mind.  Do unto others as you would have done to you. 

Am I Contented?

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It’s been quite a while since I’ve gone shopping. Fun shopping I mean, groceries don’t count. Recently though the time was ripe for some retail therapy. 

My husband and I had the pleasure of a visit from his brother and wife. My sister-in-law is a good shopper. She buys  things. If they should not be quite right, she returns the merchandise. I have a tendency to collect items in my cart, but prior to checking out, I return them to the shelf. It’s economical, but needs don’t always get met that way.

As I said, the time was right. There was a sale going on because management wanted to clear merchandise for new incoming goods. Making a great deal for me. It couldn’t be anymore perfect, right? Only I couldn’t find anything I couldn’t live without.

What’s with that? Any other day I have to exercise self-control to keep from buying too much. Could it be I’m content? That’s never happened before. Kind of a new experience, actually.

God is so good to help me remember everything has to have a place to go. We are in downsize mode, so I am okay with what I already have.