Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A letter to Emily Freeman because #itssimplytuesday

Dear Emily,
I wish I could say, "My dear friend, Emily" but alas, I'm just a lurker in your virtual world and couldn't really say that we are friends.  I read your blog and your books and am just over the moon about your Tuesday Instagram Tag #itssimplytuesday

Anyway, I'd like to tell you about my #itssimplytuesday.  So far, because its only 2:22 p.m. CST.
Quite frankly, there's lots of Tuesday left and I'd be foolish to think absolutely nothing else goofy will #simply happen before I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, blowing kisses to Tuesday till next week.

I woke up. Late. Because I didn't set my alarm.  Correction.  I set my alarm...I didn't turn it on. I've circled the sun almost 58 times and occasionally that turning-it-on-thing bites me in the behind. Gotta remember to do that!

Quite frankly, waking up {late} and scrambling for mirror time and the other necessary things that must be accomplished before I could walk out of the house sent my attitude a little south of grumpy. I had to hurry because I'd left my car at work last night and ridden home with my husband, so I had to be ready to leave when he was ready. And of course, the night I didn't turn my alarm on... he didn't even set his.  We're a matched pair, we two.

I stomped  walked out of the house and looked up to dreary grey skies and harrumphed  sighed the sort of deep sigh that one learns to sigh as an asthmatic child/young adult.  I walked stomped (who am I kidding?) toward the car and then I saw it.  This little beauty I sighed again, this time just to slow down and breathe deeply and exhale a prayer of gratitude.  I began to think my day might be salvageable.

Dropping me off at the door to the church where I work, my Rocket Man sent me off with some pretty serous smooching before I got out of the car {because he's sweet like that in the mornings, especially since he knows I like smooching}. I ran up the stairs, checked my email, finished putting on my makeup, returned a call and made my list of things that must be done today before dashing back out down the stairs.

You see, my Mother in Law is undergoing radiation therapy for breast cancer.  She takes her treatment at the hospital across the street from the church where I work.  I walk across and meet her there to sit with her while she waits and make sure she's okay.  To do that, I have to cross a busy street, which seems to cause all sorts of concern by lots of people although I'm perfectly capable of crossing the street.  Been doing it for about 50 years all.by.my.self. I am careful to look both ways and am quite willing to wait patiently until it is safe to cross. {I think squished on the road wouldn't be my best look}.  Besides all that, look what is between my work and the hospital.

Yep. Panera Bread. Worth crossing a busy street for, don't you think?  I checked my watch and felt I had plenty of time to get a cup of hot tea and a pecan cinnamon braid. Because...well, no breakfast.  I bought one for Mrs. Massey, too.  She needs the calories while she's doing radiation, you know.

So, I made it to the Center for Cancer Care, settled in and chatted up the peeps in the waiting room. There's Ms. Doris who has bladder cancer.  And BJ,  her caregiver. Then my Mother in Law and Jay the technician.  I made sure everyone saw the picture of the amazing little daffodil who so bravely fought her way up through cold earth and about a foot of pine straw.

While Mrs. Massey had her radiation, I sat an enjoyed my tea and this lovely spot.  It really is nice to sit there. {I pretend I'm waiting somewhere in Italy}  It is nice any day, but today especially, because #itssimplytuesday.

On my way back to the church, I saw some birds having a tiff and I'm pretty sure I heard some major bird cussing.  I saw looked up as I walked under this tree and caught the lovely pattern of branches against the sky.  Because #itssimplytuesday!

I crossed the busy street, patiently waiting because of the whole squished-Molli-on-the-pavement thing. Every day, when I safely make it across the street and am back into safe territory, I look for some trash to pick up and bring in.  Because there's always something on the grounds that isn't supposed to be there.  Here's what I found today!

What?  Ewwww! It was empty, capped and says insulin on the side.  I was wearing gloves.  I safely disposed of it, peeled off my gloves and put them in a ziplock bag and washed my hands {about 3 times}.  I'm by no means a clean freak, but I think I'll wash my little stretchy gloves.  In hot water. Twice. With bleach. Because, you know...#itssimplytuesday.

I settled back into my desk until a sweet little lady and her son came to plan her husband's funeral on Saturday. Planing funerals is one of the things I do here at the church house. What an honor to help them plan a service for this WWII vet. A man who was a low turret gunner on a B-24. And survived the war. Came home and got a degree in engineering from Vanderbilt with his GI Bill and eventually worked on the team that developed the Saturn Booster system...enabling us to send men to the moon. Married to a precious woman for 70 years.  A man who taught Sunday School and loved "Whispering Hope" best of all the songs he knew.

When they left, I called to check on my mother who has been ill.  I told her I'd like to come check on her during lunch. And about the time I was ready to walk out the door, my phone rang and it was the Rocket Man asking me to meet him.  So I ditched my mother {she understood} and drove to meet this precious man Because #itssimplytuesday and #becauseheasked.

{More smooching in a parking lot after lunch} After all, #itssimplytuesday!

I ran into TJMAxx because #itssimplytuesday and #itsonthewayback.

Got into the church house and really, really had to use the restroom. Sweet tea at lunch will do that to you.  I was in the ladies room and reached around to unzip the invisible zipper on my black pants and...

Remember the scene from "A Christmas Story" where the tongue is applied to the flag pole?  And Flick begins saying in panic and ends screaming in agony. "Stuck.  Stuck.  STUCK!"

Yep!  THAT would be the invisible zipper on my pants.  Stuck.  I ran down the hall to get help.  My work BFF, who is constantly getting me out of all sorts of jams, ended up cutting me out of my pants.  Because...well, ice tea.  And I had to go.

Thank goodness my pants have a button at the top of the {broken} zipper and my sweater is long enough to cover the gaping gap in my britches where my zipper ought to be holding them shut.

And with that.  Because I've lived about 3 lifetimes since the alarm didn't go off and because who knows what else could happen and because #itssimplytuesday...I'm going home.  After I check on my mother.

If you WERE my friend, rather than someone I lurk around on the internet, I'd call you and we'd probably laugh till we cried.  Especially if I went into detail about Dee Ann trying to get my out of my pants before I wet them.  That was sort of a Laurel and Hardy moment.  Really funny.

Since I can't, I'm going to let this little letter fill you in.


You {lurking} almost-friend,

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Sunday Praise-I was Glad

I am glad, very glad to have been in the house of the Lord today!

Friday, August 1, 2014

Photo Friday-River Time

I'm linking up with Diane Bailey today for Photo Friday.

Last Saturday, we {okay, I kind of decreed we were going to go} decided to throw responsibility to the wind and go on an adventure.  I had one goal...to go where the water was running and the rocks were big! In my neck of the woods, the first place that comes to mind is Little River Canyon.  One of my favorite spots on God's green earth, it acts as a balm to my soul.
I spent many, many afternoons happily stomping in creeks as a child. I love to have my feet in running water.  Doesn't have to be swift, although I like that.  I especially love to sit on a big, warm rock and watch the water flow over my feet. The carefree feeling evoked isn't replicated anywhere else in my life.  If fact, given the choice...I think I'd choose time at a shallow river or a good creek bed over the beach. {Gasp!! I know I'm in the minority}
Anyway, I threw bathing suits and sunscreen in a bag, grabbed some towels and off we went! Little River Canyon is about an hour and a half drive from our house and we were pretty quiet as we rode. It was as pleasant as could be.  Just the two of us and the radio, headed toward the Canyon.
It was obviously the choice of many people on Saturday and quite crowded.  But we managed to find a spot and chill out for about two hours. Delightful.
We watched children splashing and letting the current sweep them down the rocks smoothed by centuries of rushing water. 
Some folks brought their dogs and we loved watching them get in the water.
We saw fish and snakes {yuck!} and I spent a long time watching butterflies and bees feast on a flowering bush.
The song of the current and the warmth of the sun combined with the gentle kiss of a breeze made the event like a glimpse of heaven to me. 


Yep!  A little glimpse of heaven on earth.

I'll be thinking of our afternoon on the river tomorrow when
I'm doing the laundry and cleaning the house.
And remembering to be thankful for the time away last week.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Fifty-five things I Love and Admire about my Amazing Rocket Man!

Today is an auspicious day in my world.
My husband, the Amazing Rocket Man, is having a birthday.
And while I won't tell you his exact age...I am happy to share fifty-five things I love and admire about him.
His steadfast faith in God. Lived out daily in his life,
expressed differently than my own,
but as firm a faith as I have ever encountered.

He is a man of deep integrity, more so than any I have ever known.
Integrity would be one of his defining characteristics. 

He has the most deliciously sharp, dry wit!
He is seriously the funniest human
I know and his laughter comes easy and often.

His intellect is amazing
He is smart in ways I never knew existed. I mean, he IS a Rocket Engineer and all, but his intellect goes beyond those formulas for propulsion. His mind is astounding and he uses it for good in the world.

He is loyal.

He is faithful.

He is honest.

He is self-disciplined.
{I am not and I do so admire this in him. I wish it rubbed off or I could catch it from him by osmosis. So far...that hasn't worked out for me}

He is selfless.
He puts the concerns of others above his own. 
I could give accounts of things he has done in his career and personal life
that are downright inspiring, but

He is an humble man 
He wouldn't want those details of his life plastered on the world wide web.

He is a leader.
He is the type of leader whose example speaks volumes. If his guys are working on the weekends...he's right there with him. He knows the names of the custodians in his building and thanks them for their efforts.  He led a team during a crucial project who would have, I believe, stormed the gates of hell with him and re-engineered the air conditioning. 

He has such a sense of purpose and lives intentionally.
More than anybody I have ever met, he always knows the reason he does what he does.

His analytical mind.
Which can also be daunting.
But I admire the way he can break down a problem
and get to the bottom line.

He is practical.
I can be practical. 
There is a difference...subtle but often telling.

He is a generous man.
I have never seen him turn down the opportunity to help someone in need.
Never. And he wants no kudos for his acts of generosity.

Then...there is his tooth that is crooked.
It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful and he has the most beautiful grin.
I love that tooth and when he grins at me and I see the crooked tooth...I'm a goner. Please don't tell him.  He already owns me, but he'll know he owns me if he gets wind of that tiny piece of information!

He winks at me!
After all these years, he winks at me and flirts with me in outrageous ways at times.

He loves his Mother well.
 He is so good to her and it is one of his most endearing qualities.

He tells the best stories. 
I adore listening to him tell stories.  He really ought to go on the storytelling circuit...he's that good.
I especially love stories of his Granddaddy and Granny. He can tell a story about their foibles without being demeaning.  It is so obvious when he talks about them, especially his Granddaddy, that he loved them wholeheartedly and their influence on his life was great.

He has the ability to find humor in almost every circumstance.
The corollary is he has the outstanding ability to laugh at himself. 

He is a man of  great strength.
Both in body and in character.

He is courageous.
He is willing to take risks.
Perhaps his greatest act of bravery was to enter into a
second marriage after being hurt so badly the first time.
That act alone gives him hero status!

Then, there are the times he starts laughing and the laughter is so good and fine,
so deep and true he ends up with tears in his eyes
Those around him cannot help but laugh as well when that happens. 
I love it when he laughs like that!

He kisses me ever-so-softly at night and whispers, "God Bless Molli."
 Those are sacred times and I cherish them.

He has this delightful ability to string words together in creative ways.
A very effective communication tool.
Also? It makes me laugh every time.  Every. Single. Time.

He is a good father.
One of the best.
I'm not sure his children understand this, but I pray they will someday.
He has done hard stuff with and for them and prays for them daily. 

He is good to my children and loves them deeply.
He has been an amazing role model for them.

He loves my parents.
He is gentle and patient and good with them.
He likes them, too, which makes life good!

He is, without a doubt, the BEST Granddaddy EVER!
To my grandchildren, who in no way share his DNA,
but who share his heart.

The way he says, "Moll-li!"
And I know I'm busted.

The way he gathers me close into his arms at night.

When he whispers scandalous, outrageous things in my ears at the most inappropriate places.
{I REALLY dig that!}

He dances with me.
He doesn't like to dance much, but he dances with me.

He's a good sport.
He hates to have his picture taken and he bought me a camera.
Enough said!

He is good with his hands.
In many ways.
Use your imagination :)

His willingness to kiss me.
Over and over again.
In public and in private.
I love kissing that man, and he obliges me with a myriad of kisses.

He is an encourager.
He constantly is encouraging someone to do their best,
to try something new, to reach for the stars. Its just the kind of guy he is.
He fixes things.
If its broken, he can fix it. He just can.

He is concerned about others.

He is very nurturing.

{ahem} Those intimate times we share
That's all I have to say about that.

He is patient.
He will tell me something 3 different ways until I understand.

He teaches Senior Adult Sunday School
He is so good with those precious saints and they adore him.

He ALWAYS strives to do the right thing.
Always. More than anyone I have ever known.
No easy way out for my Rocket Man.

He does hard stuff.
Even when it takes a toll on him.
Even when he is unfairly handed a mess of someone else's making.
He does hard.

He takes me to ride the wind.
One of the greatest joys we share is riding our motorcycle together.

He is always there to catch me if I fall.
Literally and Figuratively.
Always there.

He is protective of what is his.
Whatever it takes, he will protect me.
Because I'm his. And by the way...I love it that he calls me his girl.
Love it!

He makes me feel safe.
Even when life is scary.

He looked past the baggage of my life and loved me anyway.
Warts and all.
And he still loves me.

He knows thing.
Things I would never, ever know.
Random things.
It entertains me to hear him speak eloquently about things I never heard of.

He is easy on the eye.
I love looking at him.
I find him to be devastatingly handsome.
I am a lucky, lucky Mollianne.

He is a good man.
From the inside out.
Unless he's being bad
{And I kinda like that part, too}

He shows me unconditional love.
In word and deed.
United in one flesh, united in one spirit, united in one family.

We complete each other.
We are best when we are together.
We are a fine team and there's not much we can't do as long as we are doing it together.
Here's to you, my darling Rocket Man.
You have made my dreams come true.
I love you.
Happy Birthday

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sunday Praise

He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said,
'From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.'

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday Praise: Shine!

Sunday Praise: Shine!

He will make your righteous reward shine....
                                                          Psalm 37:6a

Friday, July 11, 2014

Photo Friday

Linking up with Diane W. Bailey this morning and her Photo Friday feature. 
I love, Love, LOVE taking pictures. Mostly I take them, I look at them, I post some to Facebook or Instagram and then I forget them.  Because, really? 
 I love taking the pictures.
Not so much the editing, labeling and saving part. 
I used to worry about that {perceived} flaw in my character but I've decided to give that up. 
I love taking pictures, so I take pictures. 
This morning I walked through the Prayer Garden at the Church House before I came into my office.  I snapped a few pictures with my phone with no intention of publishing them.  But when I saw Diane's link up, I thought I'd see how my morning walk pictures turned out on a screen larger than my phone.
It really is a lovely garden and I feel greatly blessed to be able to walk through it regularly, even occasionally to sit and spend a quiet moment in prayer among the flowers.

This shy hydrangea  was peeking out cautiously from the cover of her leaves


I caught this bathing beauty still dripping from her morning drink


Rosemary adds a delicious fragrance to my walk


This bit of sunshine  was lifting her face toward the heavens in praise

I love the light and shadow playing on the deck

Those few moments stolen from a busy morning
 have added a depth and richness to my day.

Those kinds of moments remind me
to inhale of God's rich blessings and goodness
and to exhale in prayer.

Happy Friday!