A Time for Everything

I sit on my back deck on a pleasantly cool October morning. I’m bundled in a furry bathrobe and warm socks. I hold a mug of steaming hot coffee in my hand. I hear a few birds singing and a dog barking in the far distance. I feel a light breeze and hear the rustle of the wind in the trees. The hummingbirds left a … Continue reading A Time for Everything

A thousand birds, a thousand seeds

(Photograph from the Atlanta-Journal Constitution, November 30, 2018) Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet the heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Luke 6:26 I never told you all that early in the summer a firefighter showed up at our door asking if a life flight helicopter could … Continue reading A thousand birds, a thousand seeds

The Queen of the Lake is 90

Her children rise up and call her blessed. Proverbs 31:28 When my mother was 19, in 1951, she won ‘Queen of the Lake.’ I don’t even know which lake; it’s in Southeast Oklahoma. It doesn’t really matter. My mother’s being Queen became legend to us as children. My sisters and I played with the navy blue wallet embossed with gold crowns that was one of … Continue reading The Queen of the Lake is 90

Hummingbird Don’t Fly Away

And a new day is dawning on us all….The draught of understanding; wisdom, peace, and love is ours…. Hummingbird don’t fly away, fly away. Seals and Crofts (1972) Is it just weird that I’m afraid of hummingbirds? I put out a feeder recently. As I sit out on the deck, drinking my early-morning coffee, the hummingbirds hover three or four feet in front of me … Continue reading Hummingbird Don’t Fly Away

On Growing Old Together-

I sit on the couch listening to the soft snore of my husband as he sleeps beside me. We have returned this morning from one of “those” procedures where the patient needs a driver. Those procedures come more often as we get older. My spouse and I are 62 and 59, and I am just beginning to realize that we are growing old together. Each … Continue reading On Growing Old Together-

Angels Unawares

When I arrived at the doctor’s office I had a headache and was feeling ‘under the weather’ literally. I was having what I call a weather headache. My neurologist calls it a migraine so I was there for treatment. My doc is great, and worth the wait, but I knew it would be at least an hour.

After I handled the checking in and co-pay, I sat down in the already filling waiting room. My Myers-Briggs personality type indicates a preference for introversion over extraversion.  In most situations I find that to be true. I really, really did not feel like engaging with anyone. I did all those things to keep people at bay. I looked at my phone. I closed my eyes. I knew once I engaged I’d be stuck for an hour. But all these really old women around me were not reading my signals.

“What time do you have? I really like your purse. Have you see this doctor before? How long do you usually wait?  I like the other guy [the P.A.] but they make me see the doctor.”  But, there is another type indicator preference on the Myers-Briggs that shows I prefer feeling over thinking. As a matter of fact, I am off the chart for the feeling preference. Often feelers, because we care about people so much, present ourselves as extraverts.

And so that is how it went today. Me and a group of 80+ year old women got engaged in an hour long conversation in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.  But most of the talking was between me and one particular woman named Rose.

Rose is a Jewish woman who grew up in New York and worked in the garment district for many years. She loved to tell jokes. I’m lousy at telling jokes; I can’t remember them. I couldn’t believe she had so many in her repertoire.  And repertoire it was for her. She was quite the performer. At times she even stood and performed for the entire group. She was a real comedian. The part about her being Jewish is important because many of her jokes were aimed at Jewish people. “We Jewish people like to laugh at ourselves.”

She was dressed to the nines, in blues and whites. She was a little over the top like many 80 something women can get occasionally. She had an aqua shade of blue eye liner above and below her eyes, the same color of huge watch, and matching knee-high hose rolled down above her shoes. I’m not even sure where one could buy that particular color of knee-highs.  But for sure she put a lot of thought and effort into her outfit so one had to appreciate it.

When the nurse came out to call me in, Rose was in the middle of a joke. I stayed to listen to the punch line. She stood up to hug me. We hugged tight. She said to me, “God bless you.”  At that moment, I felt that He had.

I remembered the scripture from Hebrews, “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” I wondered how many times I might have missed God’s blessings or failed to entertain angels because I had talked myself out of it.  Today was not one of those days.

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