I Wish I Could Have Danced More

Back in the day she used to try all of the latest dances but to no avail. She had only learned the dances as they were going out. Even stepping, Chicago style, was a little difficult for her. The fancy twirls and steps tripped her up. But now that she was born again she could do all of the twirls and everything. Maybe her confidence had grown so she felt she could do anything and not be embarrassed. The last time she "stepped" was at a wedding, and she only lasted about five minutes before she had to tell her dance partner to give it a rest. Winded and red in the face she faced her very sanctified mother. The question she posed, "What, you dancing now?"

 

 

I've Got Work to Do

Lying in the bed watching the rays of sunlight crack through the blinds I mused over the fact that the sun was rising earlier and earlier these days. As I told myself the day would soon begin, my husband who was already up poked his head back in the room to announce that our son was not home from last night. My brain began to do a ticker tape dance as I assigned venues for him; girlfriend, side of rode, hospital, jail. After beating the covers and swinging and missing the pillows I reached for the telephone to start calling around. I needed my car, I had promised to be somewhere at 9:30am and he was jeopardizing that commitment.

A few hours later I found him and my car, both in a mess. Why Lord? Why this thing again. What are you trying to say to me? Why does stuff keep happening? I had just learned that I might have to go back in for surgery to remove a hernia and I wasn’t a happy person. Why couldn’t this young man get himself together? A phone call from one sister was a little helpful, but I could tell she wasn’t having any of it.

While out driving I reflected on how none of the previous challenges of the past year had made me cry. But this was the end, I was livid and teary and angry. I called the one sister whose shoulder I could cry on. Explaining everything to her she said, "You need to get somewhere and meditate and ask the Lord what he wants you to do."  Yeah that’s probably what I need to do I told her. I thanked her for listening and drove home.

The small baskets and boxes that I was packing away sat on the table waiting for my return. Stuffing old CDs, books and tapes in one designated box kept my mind off the problem at hand. What Lord? Tucked away in a small desk top monthly filing case I found a couple of ink pens and yet another cassette. These cassettes were everywhere. I looked at the label and recognized my sister the songwriter’s handwriting. Great, maybe this is one of her songs that I really loved. Now on the hunt for a cassette player I discovered one hiding under my bed. Not bothering to brush off the dust I slipped the tape inside and immediately the tears began to flow. I had never really grieved her death of six months. She was such a prolific songwriter. She always tried to tell me. I knew she was, but her method of getting discovered was completely annoying.

Now lying on the floor I forgot about the pressing business with my son and just let the music minister to me. That’s it, that’s what He wants. The lyrics explained we’ve got work to do. I had been so sick, so cautious of maintaining my recovered health that I was not in the field doing His will. Wow! What an epiphany.  Now eyes wiped dry, and knowing that He’s going to handle that other business, I’m ready.

Facing the Truth

The room was half filled with colleagues who had met this night for business training. It was a misty, chilly evening and many participants had arrived wearing the heavy gear that was contrary to Spring. The speaker was sparkling as usual as we took notes and laughed at his jokes. I could feel my brows furrowing as each piece of new knowledge, parceled out in large doses, poured into my spirit. Later, after the presentation we greeted one another. In this room at this time, this cadre of blue and white collar workers seemed to understand the concept of wealth building. It was incredible to hear how many quickly adapted to this new wave of financial freedom.  Would I adapt and become one of the nouveau rich? These were my colleagues; regular folk, interesting to talk to and very polite millionaires. One such person agreed to take a picture with me. It was in the image of that photo that I realized something was wrong. The ready smile, the twinkling eyes and the look of confidence was missing from my face. I vowed that would be the last time I would appear in public with a seemingly defeated persona, nor would I appear as anything less than a conqueror. All the confidence of prior training and education seemed to not be apparent as I viewed my reflection. What seemed to be a simple snapshot told a story of two different people; one who had overcome her shyness and was now a household name, while the other seemed lackluster.

Who's on the Other Side

Who’s on the other side? I asked that question as I finished breakfast. Mother has been very ill and pining for her children. It’s like a last effort to see us all saved. She wants to keep us all near. Often I tell her you can’t save us, that’s up to the Lord. You have prayed and laid the foundation now let Him do the rest of the work. This illness has debilitated her thinking and motor movements. The possibility that she won’t make it through the year is strong. I get misty thinking about that bulwark who on many occasions had to correct my wrong doing, and at times still won’t let me forget.  While mother continues to give last instructions I ask her quietly if she is ready to go. It seems that she is preparing herself to meet the loved ones who are on the other side with Jesus. What a joyous celebration when she meets up with them. But yet, her sorrow for the unsaved ones won’t be depleted while she remains on this side. The melody of my sister Regina’s song lingers as I wish I could remember the lyrics; “It’s Going to be Alright”.

 

 

Looking for the Promise - Novel Trailer

I went into a nail salon today and before seated I asked the tech for a cup of hot water. The morning started off pretty swift and I didn't have time to make my Cafe` Latte. I figured I could relax and have my coffee as he did my nails. The blonde Asian smiled and responded that he didn't have any cups.  Not to worry I have a cup in the car. I retrieved the styrofoam cup and handed it to the young man. He seemed to be taking his time about bringing the water and starting my service.

When he returned with the water he said, "The owner says you can't have food or drink in here, you'll have to drink your coffee in your car." My mind went to instant reply of the last time I was in that salon. I pictured the owner walking to the register with a cup of java in her hand.

"Oh, no problem. Throw the water out. "

"Here's your cup," he shrugged.

"Oh, toss that too." I then proceeded to gather my things, walked out the door to my car and drove to the next nail salon on the block. It wouldn't have been a problem to comply with the owners regulation if I had never seen the owner drinking coffee. Case of do as I say, not as I do.

The owner was within her right to ask me to not drink in her salon. I was within my right to find a friendlier, spa like atmosphere. Oh drat I should have gone to D'Lor where they actually serve you coffee or tea. Next time!

The Violent Take It By Force

And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence , and the violent take it by force. Matt 11:12

Wherever you are in your walk with Christ there are some things that we must do in order to advance the kingdom. I was accused just on last night of being so engrossed in my new business that all I do is talk coffee. In my private time I spend moments with my savior. He has assured me that I am his darlin, darlin baby. He is first in my life and has bestowed upon me such an understanding of where I am in my walk right now. I can't speak for you, but I know that some incredible things are about to happen for my family and me because I understand the above scripture. "1) Jesus may have referred to a vast movement toward God... 2) Maybe the Jewish activists' expectations of God's kingdom would come through a violent overthrow of Rome and 3) entering God's kingdom takes courage, unwavering faith, determination, and endurance..." Life Application Bible. It also takes money. I identify with example three. There is a strong desire to see this thing through and be a blessing to others. I understand this is not for everyone so my prayer is that Father lead me to those who want to use this vehicle to get free.

I Am Yours In Christ