Season of Giving, Gift #15
Season of Giving, Gift #16
Psalm 23. Today my eyes witnessed the after-effects of a deer hit by a car. I entered the scene after a line of cars had stopped. In the middle of the road was the fallen deer whose legs crazily flailed straight into the air and then sideways, like a helpless and shaken horse in a wild west movie. He/she eventually clumsily re-gained footing, steadied, and then high-tailed to the safety of the wooded valley.
Death is a part of life, but thankfully that blind-sided deer's life only temporarily passed before its very eyes. He/she was in the no-win, wrong place at the wrong time. It will wisely lie down in green pastures, for just a time, to be stabilized. Then, head for quiet waters. And, be restored. To once again cross busy roads (Kissick in particular). Be steadied, I pray, my deer. And please don't consume my pretty hosta plants next summer.
Season of Giving, Gift #17
(With my son-in-law in mind) everything Star Wars! Including this Brady Bunch-like medley to enjoy. With you, let The Force Awakens, be:
Jimmy Fallon's The Force Awakens Medley
Season of Giving, Gift #18
"War Room." Dealing with various real-life sticky situations since seeing the movie on Tuesday. Just settle down, focus-awaken, and to your room, GO !?!
Season of Giving, Gift #19
Micah 6:8, winter 1972/73-style: A down-on-her-luck high school senior. Alcoholic father. Experiencing her Mom's daring and secretive planned escape and separation from her sometimes volatile husband, my Dad. I had no money. No car. And was asked to move seemingly forever away from everything familiar. Anorexic. Quiet. Afraid. Confused. Blubbering. Would someone nearby act mercifully to help a "refugee?" A brave friend’s parents decide to risk, rescue, and house desperate, stray puppy dog… Diane... for months. Decades later that puppy seems like a stranger to me; but, a vivid reminder just popped in…
Micah 6:8, winter 2015-style: A down-on-her-luck 23-year-old. Volatile boyfriend with a scary record. No money. No car. No place to live. Alone, with hours-away family that could be at risk. Anorexic. Afraid. Confused. Blubbering. Who is the coerced but reluctantly willing co-worker that takes a huge risk? Giving extended shelter to a 2015 "refugee" at Christmas time? One very "Good Samaritan" my son. Open to walking through a “Pay It Forward” act of kindness that seems eerily similar to the one afforded... to his own stray puppy dog Mom in 1972.
I nervously fidget and recite: “And what does the Lord require of you [and even your cherished adult children]? To act justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God” (Micah 6:8).
Season of Giving, Gift #20
The end of 2015 nearing. We still feel banged and kind of dizzied from 2015's labyrinth.
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| Link to: Still Dizzy |
Season of Giving, Gift #21: A crown. Faith, or egocentric naiveté, mentally connects angled "dots" in this picture (just tilt your head to the left and revert to childish imagination tactics). Think 2015's Miss Universe crowning faux pas, and see a most beauteous crown.
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