Saturday, April 19, 2008
Water
Smash..."opps" is what I hear behind me as a flood of ice cold water comes toward my shoes. Dragging the ice chest full of soda, it had spilled out onto the floor...mountain dew laying in a pond of ice water. The hungry boys would be there soon to eat up the pizza and the lake of ice was getting larger by the second. Scooping up the ice cold pop, I quickly looked around the room for a rag. Only a small dishcloth was seen...that would hardly make a dent in it. We were only supposed to drop off the pizza, yet as the man had shown us where to place the hot, fresh cheese smothered bread he mentioned serving it too. Laughing we went in search of a mop, towel...anything. Sweeping up the water with a broom into a dust pan actually worked fairly well and we finished off with a new mop (I like those janitor mops...you know the kind you can squeeze out in the yellow bucket and absorb tons of water...well not tons...at least not tonight). So we giggled while we cleaned as the dog yelped from the car outside. This is how our picnic started out, and it was a beautiful night.
Eating semicold pizza and breadsticks by the fountain pond, watching the sunset, talking to some girls while sharing the pizza and just enjoying the smiles of people as they passed by was wonderful. And yep...the dog did manage to spill a cup of cold water down one side of the blanket, but we quickly shook it off and then used the other half. Good thing it was just water.


Sunday, March 16, 2008
Hundreds like himA guy who lives half way around the world and has never heard the same of Jesus...this man is more grateful and respectful of God than most Christians I know. The reverance he holds and the honor he gives to this god (who he believes is true) goes beyond what most in the US would do. What does that say about Christians? And this man is not alone...there are hundreds like him.


Tuesday, March 04, 2008
That Man
Skinny with tight leather skin, the man in an old faded jacket passes by me again. Cigarette in one hand, eyes to the ground, he walks quickly down the cracked sidewalk. I try to make eye contact with those sorrowful gray ones, but they are locked on the ground. He passes by me once more and my heart pains for him wishing my smile could bring warmth to that worn out face. Then maybe I'd feel like he wasn't alone...that there was a chance for change.
Daily he walks as if it will ease his pain...he walks as if it's his way to breathe...to keep going in this life and maybe it is. He walks to a beat...steady like a heart should be...what is his story? What is his sorrow? Why does he run with his feet pushing the ground? I lift up a prayer for joy to come. He's a person I've never really met, but yet this man is ingrained in my college day memories. I wonder if he's still walking the neighborhood near my school ...a place filled with kids attempting to be adults...most still in ignorant bliss...Is he there this week? Is he walking right now? Is his lifeless body still bond by the grief and troubles of his past? Who does he have to care and love him? What will happen when he is no more? Will people even know he's disappeared? How many others are there like him around us? How do we love them and be there for them? I wonder about this dear precious man...a man collapsing with each step.


Tuesday, January 15, 2008
It's been awhileSo...people are on to facebooks and other things...and here lies xanga....it's January 2008. 2008 I am thankful to be alive and for friends and family. It's wonderful to have a job...well...four actually and be able to live in comfort and peace. I am so blessed and rich!!! So it's a new year and I am thankful for it. Who knows what it will bring, but I am thankful for the day. =0)


Monday, July 23, 2007
TravelingI'm out west traveling!!! So if you are interested in seeing some pics or reading stuff check outwww.xanga.com/seattle2la Thanks! =0)