Follower of The Way

HELLO  She sits there. Fifth pew on the right. Arms folded because although she doesn’t acknowledge it, she doesn't feel safe. She wants this barrier from the estranged family she has been damaged by so many times before. She would have sat in the back pew, but it has been taken over by families with small children. So, she sits there. You watch her. You caught a glimpse of her when you turned around from the highly prized second pew, also on the right. You would not be enjoying this elite spot, but Elder Smith moved to Ohio, and now the seat is yours. You are aware the time is coming to say hello to the church family. Will you go to her? Her hair is odd. It is too short, too colorful and styled in a wild manner which makes one question if she had planned to be at church today. He waits. Today is so important. He sends angels to be near her. He knows her every fear and she mustn’t run. Just a few short moments, seven and a half to be precise, His children will stan...

Sandy From an ad column, I read one day Chihuahua mix puppies being given away Drove out to the house, oh! What a surprise Not healthy, not clean, but sad brown eyes Sick though you were, I still picked you up You're crazy they said, just plain flat out nuts.  Why look at that dog with sores all about  Something's serious wrong and it's catchin' no doubt But instead of seeing the mess on your skin I saw you for what you could be...my friend As I remember, I look at you now And I know you're getting better somehow The spots are fading and you're starting to be The beautiful dog I always could see And I'm forced to recall another time Another more precious friend of mine Only this time I was the one in need and He was the one my sickness freed People laughed and jeered, made fun of Him too But He came to earth with one thing to do Perhaps His friends said "look at her Lord" There...

Dealing with my  stressors Here it is, my first blog. Will it be eloquent? Probably not.  I'm busy at the moment thinking about my life and how I can best live it. The world is a stressful place. Work stress, homelife stress, physical stress and even church stress. When they all come together, they can make the perfect stress storm.  A stressicane.  That's where I have been. A category 4 stressicane. I believe that we can see stressicanes coming, but for some reason, we never prepare for them. Why is that? Could it be...satan?  The real question is what will you do with your stressicane? Will you huddle in fear while the stressors whirl against you, or will you seek refuge from your storm? I sat for awhile. Terrified of my stressors. They sought to destroy me from every angle.  Now I sit, and seek to let them go. They cannot harm that which is truly me. They cannot take away my crooked smile even though a stray tear may wind its way...