Everyones' job has certain nuances and terminology that you only understand if you actually work there.
My career is no different than anyone elses in this aspect. I leave home with my suitcase rolling behind. When I arrive at my 'base' (where I begin all of my 'trips' from), in lieu of actually living at my base, I have a place to spend the night called a 'crashpad'- basically a nice, safe place to stay and rest for the night. I rent and share the room with several older women.
On one particular night, there were four of us tucked away in four different beds. Two of us were rising early the next day. I was one of them.
I lay quietly in the darkness of the room. A light was softly shining between the drawn curtains, that separates the entry area from sleeping quarters. Patiently, I awaited access for my time to prepare for work in the bathroom.
Finally, I could hear my roommate quietly shifting her suitcase and inching her way toward the front door. I quickly and steadily gathered my things, lithely slipping past the beds of the sleeping beauties.
I began quietly inching my way in the darkness, in her direction.
Trying not to startle her, I ever so gently reached between the drawn curtains with my arm outstretched and toward her shoulder. Then I whispered her name.
From her vantage point, she saw things quite differently. Deliberately and with great caution she began the delicate process of arranging her suitcase and other carry-ons as quietly as possible.
She had just switched off the entry light and had turned to leave.
Suddenly in the dusky darkness, she could see a long arm with spindly fingers reaching toward her face. She heard a voice piercing the silence, as it eerily called her name.
She fell backwards, towards her suitcase...yet somehow catching her balance she determinedly willed her arm to roll her hand... into a fist.
At this point, my eyes grew wide and I began to profusely whispering, "sorry, sorry... it's just me", "it's just me"... Fortunately for my sake, she had been awake long enough to come to her senses..and she stopped swinging..
Suddenly very aware of the unfolding comedic situation, we burst into a hushed laughter, and as we hunched there in the darkness, giggling like school girls...we could hardly contain ourselves.
As the morning wore on, I kept remembering these moments and would find myself periodically chuckling and even laughing out loud for what appeared to be, no apparent reason.
What a way to start a day...though initially startled...it was a moment followed by laughter and joy.
Sometimes we just need to laugh at ourselves, especially when life comes at you fast, even in the form of a wayward fist !!
The 'stuff' of life that often 'means the most'....very often come,...
in the smallest and sometimes unexpected slices of life.
A fallen tear
A shared laugh
Eyes to see with..
A friend who listens
A baby's smile
Ears to hear the birds singing...
The first flower of spring
A job well done
A voice to speak..
A mind to think clearly...
and even silly laughter...
Life is filled with priceless, and precious moments...
It is up to each one of us to treasure them...
"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song."
(photo taken in Hawaii with my Mom and a beautiful little Hawaiian born baby)
My career is no different than anyone elses in this aspect. I leave home with my suitcase rolling behind. When I arrive at my 'base' (where I begin all of my 'trips' from), in lieu of actually living at my base, I have a place to spend the night called a 'crashpad'- basically a nice, safe place to stay and rest for the night. I rent and share the room with several older women.
On one particular night, there were four of us tucked away in four different beds. Two of us were rising early the next day. I was one of them.
I lay quietly in the darkness of the room. A light was softly shining between the drawn curtains, that separates the entry area from sleeping quarters. Patiently, I awaited access for my time to prepare for work in the bathroom.
Finally, I could hear my roommate quietly shifting her suitcase and inching her way toward the front door. I quickly and steadily gathered my things, lithely slipping past the beds of the sleeping beauties.
I began quietly inching my way in the darkness, in her direction.
Trying not to startle her, I ever so gently reached between the drawn curtains with my arm outstretched and toward her shoulder. Then I whispered her name.
From her vantage point, she saw things quite differently. Deliberately and with great caution she began the delicate process of arranging her suitcase and other carry-ons as quietly as possible.
She had just switched off the entry light and had turned to leave.
Suddenly in the dusky darkness, she could see a long arm with spindly fingers reaching toward her face. She heard a voice piercing the silence, as it eerily called her name.
She fell backwards, towards her suitcase...yet somehow catching her balance she determinedly willed her arm to roll her hand... into a fist.
At this point, my eyes grew wide and I began to profusely whispering, "sorry, sorry... it's just me", "it's just me"... Fortunately for my sake, she had been awake long enough to come to her senses..and she stopped swinging..
Suddenly very aware of the unfolding comedic situation, we burst into a hushed laughter, and as we hunched there in the darkness, giggling like school girls...we could hardly contain ourselves.
As the morning wore on, I kept remembering these moments and would find myself periodically chuckling and even laughing out loud for what appeared to be, no apparent reason.
What a way to start a day...though initially startled...it was a moment followed by laughter and joy.
Sometimes we just need to laugh at ourselves, especially when life comes at you fast, even in the form of a wayward fist !!
The 'stuff' of life that often 'means the most'....very often come,...
in the smallest and sometimes unexpected slices of life.
A fallen tear
A shared laugh
Eyes to see with..
A friend who listens
A baby's smile
Ears to hear the birds singing...
The first flower of spring
A job well done
A voice to speak..
A mind to think clearly...
and even silly laughter...
Life is filled with priceless, and precious moments...
It is up to each one of us to treasure them...
God gives so many and so much....'so freely'
He is the giver of all good things..
When is the last time that you sat still long enough to remember His goodness
and to simply say thank-you Jesus?
Thank you.....
"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song."
-Psalm 28:7
"Let your LIFE SONG be 'to Him'...sign 'His name' to the end of your day"-Casting Crowns
Slow down and listen to these words as you choose to give Him this day..
(photo taken in Hawaii with my Mom and a beautiful little Hawaiian born baby)
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