April 2nd, 2014
Ten years of service, waking the slumbering giant on the frigid winter nights that had blanketed the west side of Michigan with more awesome inches of snow. He had performed his job well, front blade and back,like a ballerina dancer,spinning around the circle, causing her audience to applaud and receiving accolades from the street musicians.
Were we revving up the motor for the last time? Would the guy from Rockford come to take it away?
It has become an ugly lawn ornament, we found it was better to snow blow than try to manipulate the plow in circles around center landscaping.
Days of service have ended.
Red paint now faded.
Rust is peeking through.
The smoke swirls from the engine and the belts squeal.
High anticipation...suddenly rejection.
It needed too much work.
The doors did not close, well they did with a bungee cord.
The gauges were broken.
The fluids leaked...just a little.
The box on the back was needing paint.
Could you just make me an offer...I know I said $1000.
As they drove off down the road.
Tom said, put it back on craig's list every week.
He said to take the first offer.
He said not to wait for the right price.
I said yes, still here.
I said sure come anytime.
Had any offers?
No, not yet.
He came with cash?
He will come back in a day or so to claim his win.
I wIsh you the best.
I hope he will find happiness in a new home.
I was ready to give it away.
We split the four hundred dollar bills between us.
Perhaps a rainy day emergency.
I consider it a gift from God. He always takes care of me. He is my provider.
Just as he flung the stars into the cosmos, he has a plan for you and me.
March 23rd, 2014
There it was, buried along the NY Stock Exchange, big banks and brokers...yes snuggled in the middle of them was a chocolate shop.
La Maison du chocolat.
I knew it must be valuable...right along with gold and silver
It has hundreds of five star reviews. One person shared that they walked in and tasted a free sample, ending up purchasing 200$ worth. Most likely a UK response on the dollar sign, but I so identify. He was so me.
It could be breakfast truffles, lunch macaroons, and dinner some decadent chocolate cake with fudge frosting.
March 17th, 2014
Bearing your soul.
I just listened to a writer tell his audience, "What is there not to write about?"
As I sift through the people and places of my daily life, I find it is extremely important to listen.
We learn a lot.
My husband said...
My child spoke...
Some things I learned last week was that Denali National Park will not just let you drive through. They put people on school busses and chauffeur them through the amazing Alaskan tundra.
All caps of the word LORD in psalms reminds us of the Ia God Yahweh.
Mike crafted an eloquent phone call calmed down a customer and followed through on a pitch to crack a joke with John...no too funny, but ended up to make it an office sprinkle of fun to lighten up a heavy day.
She was tear-filled as she spoke of the riff between the two very close sisters. Hurting and sad. Needing to get this resolved.
He took a hurting widow with two small adorable redheads and began a family.
Jim at 82 married again. She is delightful and they are so much in love. I am very glad for him.
Thank you for a good week, Lord.
Thankful for your love and protection.
I love you.
March 11th, 2014
"A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars." Victor Hugo, Les Miserables