Small changes

I need a new bottle of wite out.

Somehow the little spongy thing has fallen off and it seems a little gummy.

I find myself doing unusual shaking things with the bottle and dabbing at my paperwork with the stick that is still attached to the lid.

I know I tend to be a tad philosophical ...

I promise,

I really have a point.

While fussing with the wite out, I considered the fact that the crazy bottle has been driving me nuts for months and yet I still haven't replaced it.

It is not expensive, nor hard to find.

So why don't I fix the problem?

Perhaps in the whole scheme of things,

I'm just not inconvenienced enough to take action.

A bottle of wite out is,

after all,

just a bottle of wite out.

This evening though,

as I was once again pondering life's path,

I was thinking about the kind of woman I want to be,

who I am

and who I have been.

What is it that I need to do,

to be who I am meant to be?

What habits should I cultivate,

which should I prune?

What actions should I take that will bring true lasting happiness?

I hear the conversations of my youth playing in my ears,

the words of my parents imparting advice on faith and life.

Sometimes it is hard to make the little changes we need.

Choices in what we read,

what we watch

and even who we spend our time with,

really matter.

I pray that you,

that I,

will seek the path that will lead to real lasting joy.

That we will find a way to submit to the truth when we hear it.

To throw the lousy out and replace the broken.

With something beautiful...

or at least not gummy!

May you be blessed.

This night, tomorrow and always.

Scurrying about!

The last few days have been quite productive. Next weekend I move and I have been scurrying about taking care of all the last minute details.

I've bought renters' insurance, copied my dog's shot record for my new landlord's management company and I've even purchased new door locks for the bedrooms and bath. For some reason, not a single door has a "pop lock". I don't know about you, but I for one like to shower and dress in relative peace!

I spent today with my parents as we ran errands and enjoyed each other's company. Patient and kind, I believe they could stand in an earthquake and only the ground would tremble. It is from them that I learned faith and trust.

Though my father is a retired pastor and my mom's been part of more church events than anyone I know, it has been their lives, not their words that have impressed me.

They are the kind of people you meet in Hallmark movies or read about in inspirational novels. Retirement age, they have spent their whole lives in the service of their Lord and their fellow man. Materially, they have nothing to show for it. And yet... they are the richest people I know.

The woman, who used to give me her cup of orange juice because I wanted more and there wasn't any extra, is in poor health and often in pain. Yet, she calls me to see if I need anything!

The man, who is hands down the most honorable person I have ever met, is also one of the most understanding and kind individuals you would ever meet.

Tonight, I have a simple wish for you....

I pray that you will be fortunate to encounter people like my parents. They are the type of people that make you know the world is still beautiful even when it seems rainy from where you are standing.

May your life be filled with the honesty and kindness modeled before me my whole life.

Not perfection... true people who do make mistakes... good people who live what they believe...

May you be blessed.