Sponge

I’m like a sponge.  No, I am a sponge. I think I’m absorbing the feelings of everyone around me.   I’m up, and I’m down.  I’m down, and I’m up.  I don’t know what’s going on with me, but tonight, I’m gonna have to go hunting.  For me.  And writing is part of that, so you get to go along with me!

You see, I’ve lost my smile.  Just today, I noticed it was gone.  And for no obvious reason.  Oh, lots of peripheral things are going on...

ThatManILove is reviewing his business books and though he knew it already, he’s seeing exactly how we dumped way too much into a project that just sucked up dinero like a vaccuum with no return.  So, he’s plowing through the black and white of it all.  I’m encouraging him, and...loss carry forward on your taxes is a good thing, right?!

One of my best friends is wending her way this week through the halls of M.D. Anderson, trying to find out answers to the pre-diagnosis of a brain tumor.  I wish I could be with she and her husband right now, to help, and to just be there.

Two weeks ago tonight, four of Younger Son’s friends and fellow ensemble musicians suffered a horrible auto accident - one is dead, one lost her arm (and she’s a mandolin player), one’s in a coma, and one suffered many broken bones, but is healing.  Younger Son was supposed to be with them...but was tired, and opted out of the late movie date.  We’re so very thankful Younger Son’s alive and intact.  Watching him deal with the grief, the heart issues and the mental part of the accident aftermath is one of the hardest things we’ve ever done.  Watershed moments in a young man’s life...

Thanks for listening....

I’m gonna get quiet now, and get back to myself.  Yeah, I am.  Y'all better be ready.

But for now...Peace.  Be still.

Inspiration...and Reflection

Last night, we attended a Jubilee party for friends of ours who were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. It was a beautiful celebration. We saw lots of old friends. It's always a blessing to reconnect with people we love.

We visited for a while with one couple, Chris and Terri. Chris asked, “Do you ever write stories about when you were young?” (Chris and I grew up together in the small town of Big Spring, Texas.)

I thought about it for a second, and said, “Wow. I don’t guess I do. I’ll have to think about that!”

He said, “You know, I know you as two different people - now, and then.”

And, in a way, I guess that’s true. I think what he was referring to is the “then” me didn’t have a relationship with the Lord...and the “now” me does. It’s true of a lot of of people I know, but I’ve never thought about it, until now.

So, Chris, thanks for the inspiration. And I’ll start resurrecting some old stories...which is kind of scary! I’m sure brother Scott will be glad to help me out!

PS - Chris is an acccomplished jewelry designer - you can check out some of his designs here.