Hit “Pause”

I’ve been replaying a scene that happened a couple days ago. Basic complaint/”I’m going to hold this ‘mistake’ over your head” scene. Sometimes I wish I could pause the professional and talk to the person, human to human, and say something along the lines of:

Okay can we pause this for a moment and talk person to person? Do you realize what you are doing right now? I’m sure you are a nice people, but come on. We only get to meet some people ONCE in our lives. This could be the only time we meet and you want to hold this over my head because this situation didn’t work out the way you wanted/expected it to? 

You see, that’s why I try to make conversation with everyone I meet. Folks in waiting rooms, on airplanes, in the line at the grocery store, especially with the workers. What if this is my one chance to meet THIS PERSON?! I may never see them again [until Heaven I suppose]. If I don’t ask, or smile, or say hi, or compliment them on their awesome sweater… I miss an opportunity to meet a really cool person. I mean I know I have a pretty rad life and I think my story is worth sharing – I’m sure mostly everyone else on the planet has felt this way at one time or another. So why not treat each other with respect. Hold our tempers. Count to ten [maybe even together 😀 ]. ASK QUESTIONS. Compliment. Smile. and Share. Our lives. Because who knows if we’ll ever get the chance to meet again. And who knows what we will learn from each other. Or how we’ll make each other’s day. How one smile will lead to another smile which will lead to another smile – so on and so forth.

Think about it.



Pass it on.

The Lord’s Provision


God did me one solid tonight. And I didn’t realize it until awhile after the fact. I had been craving pizza, so I finally decided to order one. Hawaiian – one of my favorites to share with one of my besties, who I know ate it with me in spirit. It was delicious. Mmm pizza, yes, good decision. Then a coworker brought in popcorn. Pizza and popcorn, two of my favorites = double yummm. Then some guests return with wings that were much too spicy for their taste, and what can I say – the hotter the better! Yes please. I munched on some wings and celery and enjoyed the familiar burning sensation on my tongue. Deliciousness!

Several moments later it hit me. God brought me my McCarthy night. God brought me Bimbo’s [my favorite restaurant near my favorite place on earth – McCarthy Beach State Park]. Bimbo’s Octagon is yes, and in the shape of an octagon, but also serves the most delish pizza and hot wings ever. And they have popcorn available to snack on while waiting. Every year since I can remember I’ve spent at least one day at McCarthy Beach which usually consisted of a supper at Bimbo’s. For many of  my teenage years I’d celebrate my birthday there, and instead of cake I would have suicide wings [their hottest flavor]. This year, is the first year that I can remember, that I’ve missed MC Beach.

Awww God. Thank you for not only showing me that you will provide, but also that you know my deepest desires. What a dude. I said, WHAT A DUDE. Suitors out there – look to God – He’s the best model man around!