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Monday, July 2, 2012

More storms and craziness

The other day I wrote a post about the last few crazy weeks....The week was filled with fevers, a baby falling off a bed, broken mercury themometers, rude words,  a near miss anaphalactic shock from allergies..(did I spell that right?) ...and the list goes on..

A few days ago, I simply had to laugh..
I was pulling into a parking lot and I guess I wasn't driving fast enough.  A man peeps his head out of the window and suddenly decides that I am a "mother f****r "
Keep in mind that I am toting my three year old in the backseat.
Then, as he passes me..He curves back around as if he is going to come back to "confront" me.
I guess I must have been pulling into that lot Reallllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy slllllllllooooooooooooowwwwww.

Luckily, Dave was with me. He got out of the car and stared them down..They turned around, but I wonder what they would have done if I had been alone. Would someone really pick a fight with a mommy at a furniture store for driving too slow?

The day before I was in the parking lot of the grocery store..I paused and grimmaced as I heard two young men hurling insults at a lady across the parking lot.
Truthfully, I wasn't at all offended nor insulted at the man who thought I was a motherF....R...But, I was peeved at the classy gentlemen hurling insults at the lady at the supermarket..

I am forced to wonder what is happening to us?

I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to delve into the issues and I could spend days theorizing and explaining why I think society has downgraded..but I won't..

Tonight, I'm simply grateful to be alive.

I just finished watching "The Secret Life of Bees".. I fell in love with simpler times. Times when people spent time with one another..There was a scene in the movie where the girls have a fight with the waterhose. They were laughing. Suddenly, one of the girls begins to cry...Then Dakota Fanning takes her hand and just holds on to it so tightly.. It seems like we are missing that these days..Simply taking hold of someone's hand and holding on to it with all of the strength we have. So many of us don't realize that living out the gospel can be as simple as giving someone hope and love and taking thier hand in your own and giving them something wonderful to believe in. 
I know it's much more than that..It's mysterious and itricate and real, and yet so simple at the very same time. That's what I love about Jesus.
He is all of those things.

My heart is hurting for people tonight in the midst of all of their storms... So many people are going thru the worst of storms right now. Tonight, a dear friend and family member died. Mr. Joe Daigle.  I remember going to his house when I was younger. I could sense a very real and kind heart. I'm sad that he's gone and I'm even sadder that I didnt' go visit him more often.

My friend, JeriSue lost her brother to cancer today, and I'm sad for a woman I have never met who lost her son in a house fire.


I am decorating my house in a beach theme. The other day I was looking at paintings and I came across one of the sand and the water. My favorite pictures have always been the ones of the storms.. Stormy seas. Waves and sky crashing against the moon.  I wonder why?
Maybe it is because in my heart of hearts I know the One who calms the storms.. The storms remind us that this earthly life shall one day pass and, when it does, there will be unspeakable serenity, peace, and calm.

The storms remind us that it is ok to grab someone's hand and hold onto it tightly. Hold on..

I once read on Stephanie's blog, Terribly Interesting, that God's precense is thick around the broken hearted. Even when they can't feel it..It is there.  There is so much pretense among many trivial complaints about superficial things. But God's surrounds the broken. 

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
    and saves the crushed in spirit  - Psalm 34:18 ...

I love this verse.. It speaks of justice and mercy.

To all those crushed, I wish I could be there to hold your hand.  


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