Spike Blue

          It's a beautiful morning! There was fog everywhere before the sunrise but now everything is bright and cheery and becoming hot and humid. I'm looking forward to driving with my windows down on my way to work and having my radio play music kinda loud. It's a great time to think. Forty-five minutes each way. On the way there I get to program myself for the work day and turn on all my busy switches, while on my way home I think about my day and allow all my steam to come out before I get to consider bringing it through the front door. It's not to say that only exciting parts of my day are rehashed to my husband. He will tell you that I still talk about the occasional annoying coworker or stressful situations. But I've already reached a calm. I've had time to come to God and ask for forgiveness or help.          Most of us would rather come home with stories of a great day, Where we were encouraged/praised, everyone was so happy, ...

He’s placed the golden rods in all the corners, And the pink cherry trees to line the streets, The mockingbird, the robin, the swallow, and the finch, Chirp together under scattered clouds and rays of sunshine. At what moment did the lawn become green? When did he tell the rabbit, the horse, and the deer to play? And yet the wind is still steadily blowing chilled air, It is only spring after all. With only hope of warmth. Each raindrop that falls has a destination, It's own place to wet and increase to a puddle, Thunder rolls with brilliant masterpieces of blue and yellow, Power unknown to any of us. Too big! Too grand! Who has created this? Who takes care of this? Oh, but our God, our Savior, our Father in heaven, There is nothing here that he is without knowledge of, All is his, yet he has given to us. He is worthy of praise!

Have you ever been surprised that you are still living? Strange question, I know. I was always excited to become another year older and it almost shocked me. In my mind I was the hopeless romantic even though I didn't let on. Scenes of dying young of cancer or some strange and rare disease would make their way through my mind always with a boyfriend by my side who was crying with a deep sadness. I filled my own ego and my worth to the brim. And then I  would feel bad for the people I was leaving behind and how much they would miss me. I would consider all the wonderful things that would be said about me and everything that I had selflessly done for everyone else. They would look at my photos and remember me. They would cry. Yeah, I was selfish. I had an incredibly high opinion about myself. Thankfully I didn't die and sometimes I wonder why, because I was so stupid. God is good. Now I have a man in my life, my husband, that truly loves me, even on my miserable and grumpy...

     An unexpected friend It was nearing the end of my work day. It was the point of day where we were having fun working as a team and were actively moving with the music that was playing over our sound system. With no regard to the message behind the music only the beat that was pushing us forward through the next hour or so.         I brought a middle aged man back. He was balding and appeared to have a quiet personality. It’s not always awkward for me to began a conversation with a stranger but it took more initiative this time than normal. Being a dental assistant you find yourself in the position of a counselor. While waiting for the doctor to come into the room you find yourself with plenty of time for conversation. Imagine the dental chair as a reclined couch and me on my raised chair looking down asking questions about everyday life. Threatening to say the least. But through it all you have to maintain your professional side, so I b...

I get so much opportunity to speak to a random people throughout my week. I love it! I started putting to writing our conversations. This women started it all. As soon as I saw her the idea came to me. No real names will be mentioned. All names are changed for privacy. Enjoy! The women's hair was comparable to Ramen noodles with a slight smokers stain at the tips. With hands continuously shaking she spoke to me, “I live in a home, for the elderly; for five years now.” I sympathetically nodded with a false sense of understanding as to what that must be like. I was young, carefree, and in love. Life couldn't be more wonderful for me. Yes, I had known pain and sorrow, but most of that was behind me almost blurred from my everyday thoughts. Things being too painful to recollect were shoved to the deepest places in my heart. Never exposed and never discussed. To keep the conversation going with the woman I asked her about her children. We ask questions of people we meet in suc...