God’s Timing

You have to have a card to get into the building I live in. The other morning, as I was about to go on a short photo walk, two EMS techs were waiting at the door. I let them in and asked if it was an emergency. Just a fall, they said.

Just a fall. From their point of view, this was all in a day’s work. They encounter much worse. But to people my age and older, a fall is a serious matter.

I said a prayer and went out, headed for a magnolia tree with blossoms in all stages of bloom. I made some pleasing compositions.

When I came back in about twenty minutes, the elevator doors were just opening. I recognized one of my neighbors in the stretcher.

I averted my eyes and went up the nearby stairs, so as to be unobtrusive. I can only imagine the embarrassment of being wheeled out to the ambulance. It could easily have been me. Fortunately no one else was around to witness her trauma.

This just happened. I am praying for her now, as she enters the hospital and undergoes a long succession of doctors, tests, waiting, and questions. As she sits with her mortality.

There is such a thing as God’s timing. My goal was to take a few pictures but I became a vessel of prayer. There was no coincidence here. I was meant to see it, and lift this hurting woman to God’s mercy.

I am reminded to remain attuned to unexpected events. My own problems seem smaller now. We are all connected, each to the other, as we are meant to.

It is time to pray again.


Seems Like a Good Idea

This Motorist’s Prayer used to appear on the official North Carolina highway maps from 1964 to 1981. Given the amount of sheer idiocy on our roads, it wouldn’t hurt to use it.

Our heavenly Father, we ask this day a particular blessing as we take the wheel of our car. Grant us safe passage through all the perils of travel; shelter those who accompany us and protect us from harm by Thy mercy; steady our hands and quicken our eye that we may never take another’s life; guide us to our destination safely, confident in the knowledge that Thy blessings go with us through darkness and light… sunshine and shower… forever and ever. Amen.



Rugged Old Prayer

My bestie is contemplating surgery. To intercede on her behalf and allay may own concerns, I sought an appropriate prayer. I turned to The Book of Common Prayer, which has focused the spirituality of Episcopalians since 1662. Following is a prayer for the sick that you may find beneficial.

Wherever the letter N appears, insert the name of the person or persons you are praying for. Change pronouns accordingly.

O Father of mercies and God of all comfort, our only help in time of need: We humbly beseech thee to behold, visit and relieve thy sick servant N. for whom our prayers are desired.  Look upon him with the eyes of thy mercy; comfort him with a sense of thy goodness; preserve him from the temptations of the enemy; and give him patience under his affliction.   In thy good time, restore him to health, and enable him to lead the residue of his life in thy fear, and to thy glory; and grant that finally he may dwell with thee in life everlasting; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.



Significa (2013)

… as opposed to trivia. This blog is intended as a celebration of small things, but sometimes big things crop up.

Such as the pain in my chest. I have not yet been diagnosed as having a heart condition, but I probably do. I am almost 59 and not in the best of shape. Neglect has consequences.

So I will see an IM and a cardiologist this week, and hopefully learn more. In the meantime, I have a little bottle of nitro pills to relieve the pain. They work, and I am glad of that. I have the love and prayers of my family, and I am most grateful for them.

I am supplementing my poor diet with healthy stuff like whole wheat and fruits. I have been taking a nutrition class… and that is no coincidence.

Still… the good Lord speaks of the peace that passes all understanding. I get anxious, but I have that peace, down in my soul. I have my church family, and prayers, and for today, that is enough.

Simple Pleasures Are the Best (2013)

A random list of some of the not-so-dramatic things I enjoy:

1. Stroking my cat.

2. Praying as I walk.

3. Pop-Tarts

4. Delaying my get-up time because the bed is cozy.

5. Playing Skip-Bo with my friends.

6. Taking pictures of rotting leaves and peeling paint.

7. Writing in my blog.

8. Putting on the headphones and listening to Marshall Crenshaw. (Haven’t heard of him? Check YouTube.)

9. Jaye’s cat Prince who sits in my lap.

10. 1950s monster movies.

11. Driving. (Okay, so maybe that’s a complex pleasure. So sue me.)

Motivation, moi? (2013)

I smile when I think of myself as a motivated person. Images come to mind of excited, dynamic speakers who have a carefully calibrated message.

I’d rather keep it simple and personal: if I want something, I have to do something to get it. This often involves praying for it first. (I believe in a giving God, but I still have to do the footwork.)

If I want the rewards of having a job, I have to work to specification. If I want the rewards of having a cat, I have to feed and clean up after her. I have to keep my motivational thinking at a simple level, because I can complicate the hell out of anything. This generally involves the negative what-if game: what if I fail miserably, endure public embarrassment, and have my human being license revoked?

As you can see, my negativity has a good imagination. Maybe I should develop as active an imagination for my positivity.

What a concept!