It’s been a busy week, and I haven’t gotten around to visiting all of your blogs. Usually I try to catch up on the weekends, but we’re going to our daughter’s, and hopefully, if the weather holds, to see the cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C. This is something we’ve never done, and I’m really looking forward to it.
Our church has been doing an in-depth study on prayer throughout this Lenten season, and this weekend’s services will wrap it up. It’s hard to miss that.
Which leads to my six-word offering this week:
I have a sense of being torn in two. Lord, order my
steps to bring glory to You.
Hem your day, morning and night.
Chat with the Lord, your God
Who will turn darkness to light.
Luke 1:78-79 because of the tender mercy of our God, whereby the sunrise shall visit usfrom on high to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
Our prompt this month is: “You’re walking down the street when someone calls your name . . .”
Kelly packed her lunch, grabbed her purse, and headed for the bus stop. The sidewalk was a bit crowded, as usual, with commuters bustling to and fro. Kelly heard someone call her name. She turned to look behind, but saw no familiar face coming toward her. She decided there must be another Kelly in the vicinity. She pressed on to reach the bus stop before the bus did. She didn’t need the aggravation of missing it on top of all the other things going on in her life right now. Just ahead, she caught sight of the elderly gentleman who walks his dog in this area each day. He always has a ready smile for anyone daring to make eye contact. Only today, she didn’t see the dog. His usual smile was a bit cloudy.
“Stop and ask about the dog.”
“I might miss the bus.”
His eyes caught hers, and she couldn’t help but stop and inquire as to the whereabouts of his walking buddy. He told her the old dog had a seizure yesterday, and didn’t recover. At the sight of his watering eyes, she couldn’t contain her tears. She squeezed his hand for a brief moment, then excused herself and was on her way.
She arrived at the stop the same time the bus did. “Perfect timing,” said The Voice. She smiled.
There was a vacant seat next to the woman she sat by the previous day. She was a kind lady, one who had asked the right questions and had Kelly spilling her guts. She started to apologize for dumping on the woman, but her seatmate took her hand and said, “Honey, I’ve been praying for you. Today my prayer is that you will hear God’s voice directing your every step.”
Kelly smiled brightly, and knew this was going to be the best day of her life.
Once again, the forecast for our area includes the term, “scattered showers.” The best way to summarize this is, “if I don’t water the garden, it won’t rain, and if I do water, then it will.” I spent some time this morning watering our new plants, and watched dark clouds move in as I finished. It wasn’t long before the clouds released a nice downpour, but that’s ok. I only watered lightly, enough to keep them from wilting for another day, but hoped the act of actually traipsing around the yard with the hose would trigger precipitation. 😉
Normally, I would be a bit peeved at this forecast. I guess I don’t like uncertainty. Should I run errands, or not; take the umbrella, or not; wear the raincoat, or not; sandals, or closed shoes?
Today, that seems so trivial.
Seeing the devastation wrought by tornadoes on our nation recently, I am thankful “tornado watch or warning” is NOT included in our forecast. I’m thankful for early warning systems that are in place for areas well trafficked by them, and for technological advancements available to meteorologists to “see” what’s coming. I’m thankful for the sheltered areas, built as a precaution. And I’m thankful to be part of a great nation of people who give so much in monetary and physical ways to reach out to those who are/were unfortunate to be in the path of a deadly storm.