As Cat said on her blog, "I don't make the news, I just report it." so here goes...
I came home last night from work and my honey looked at me sheepishly and said, I've done something. I looked into his sweet face and asked firmly, "What have you done???" You see when he begins a conversation like that, it means that he has been Tim the Tool Man and has altered or moved or straightened or installed something since I have been home last.
Such was the case last night when I got home. He led me into our bedroom and said, "Now when the alarm goes off it is going to sound a little different." He turned on the radio to give me a preview. Okay, now that was interesting preview with full sound. However, I did not fully comprehend nor understand the mangitude of the amplification of the speakers that had been placed on either side of our heads under our bed or what it would sound like at 5:00 a.m.
My honey had an early meeting the next morning and told me that the alarm clock would go off early. Let me assure you that the preview nor the prewarning prepared me for the 5:00 a.m. wake up!
There I was finally sleeping after being awake half the night praying for safety as there was suppose to be a horrific storm approaching our area. When all of a sudden it sounded like our bed had been moved from a quiet street to the front row seats of a Christian band concert.
I am not positive, but there might have been some sort of levitation involvement as I bounded up off the sheets with the sound. I believe that my first words were his full name in a not so quite tone. To that, he quickly responded, "I'm up!!!" And true to his word, he was.
Apparently the test run for the surround sound speakers for the clock radio was a "no go." I learned later that after he got up he reconsidered the surround sound wake up and unplugged the speakers so that when the clock sounded for me to get up, it was the regular radio sound.
Am going downstairs in a few moments to inquire as to the manner in which I will be awakened in the morning. If the surround sound has been re-activated, I may find that my heart condition which has been challenged to its fullest capacity will be best conserved upstairs - on the far end of the house or quite possibly in my car. Both places I am sure I will still be able to hear the surround sound clock radio, as well as our next door neighbors. There is no fear of aging at this point in my life. The adrenalin alone keeps me young!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
God Dances on the Water
While visiting my God-sister at her beach house, I was struck many times by the way that the sun played upon the water. It was although God was dancing on the water and the shimmering from his steps moves effortlessly with each of His steps.
It was during this quiet time that I noticed a man sitting on the beach. His stance seemed unchanged as he sat and gazed upon the water. It appeared to me that he was lost in thought. Wave after wave came in and then moved out . It seemed that with when each wave went back out to sea, it took out his worries and cares with it. It was my hope and prayer that the waves were healing his soul because his stance had changed. He now saw with arms out and and it appeared that he was open to what God was saying and doing inside his spirit. Body langauge tells all, doesn't it?
As the afternoon progressed, I went out onto the balcony and see him still sitting and watching and resting in the Creator that made the water upon which he gazed.
At the end of the day I went out onto the balcony again to capture one more glance of God dancing upon the water. Still the shimmering of the sun continued to spread out onto the water. After the sun had slipped away for the night I looked down to see if the man was still there. He was not. I wonder if he, too, was as thrilled and moved as I was in seeing God dance upon the water.
...and the Spirit of God hovered over the surface waters...
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