Poem sent by a friend

I LOVE this poem. My good friend Melissa in North Carolina sent it to me.

WAIT

Desperately, helplessly, lovingly I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
and the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."

"Wait, You say, wait." my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened, or have You not heard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming Your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and You tell me wait?
I'm needing a 'Yes,' a go-ahead sign,
or even a "No' to which I can resign.
And Lord, you promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."
Then quietly, softly I learned of my fate
as my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting, for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun,
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
All you ask I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know that joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence was all you could see;
You would never experience that fullness of love
as the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give and save, for a start,
but you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart,
the glow of My comfort, late in the night,
the faith that I give when you walk without sight,
the depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
of an infinite God, that makes what you have last.
You never would know, should your pain quickly flee
What it means that 'My grace is suffient for thee!'
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight would come true,
but oh the loss, if I lost what I'm doing in you!
So be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
As though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still: 'Wait.'"

Laundry

Who likes to do laundry?? Anyone? I LOVE IT!!!

Divide up the clothes. I typically do 4 loads. 1. Dark clothes. 2. Light clothes. 3. Jeans and other heavy duty outerwear. 4. delicates (which is the lady way of saying socks and underwear) (I just negated the lady-ness by saying that) (Oh well).

Sort it all out. It's always a random choosing which one goes first. The only thing is that the delicates must be on the bottom of the laundry basket so as to not be exposed to the public.

Put in the soap. I'm not terribly picky on which detergent I use. I figure if it's in the laundry detergent aisle then it's supposed to be used as laundry detergent. So any one will do.

Put in the clothes. Now don't over load the washer! It doesn't like that. It says, "Dude! Why you gots to fill me like that! That's not how we roll!

When it's finished, put it in the dryer. Now I firmly believe deep down in my heart and soul that if you haven't overloaded the washer, then the same amount of clothes put right into the dryer will not be overloading the dryer either.

The problem with living in New Mexico and doing laundry is the inevitable static that is so extremely staticky that it's nearly funny. I got a pair of pajama pants out of the dryer this morning and the two pant legs were so charged that they repelled each other! I tried to fold the pants and the two legs wouldn't go near each other. It was so funny! I'm holding them up in the laundry room and I keep trying to smooth them to fold them over and they won't do it!!! I think I laughed out loud.

Then it's my personal preference that they clothes go from the dryer, folded into the laundry basket, then immediately hung in the closet. Must minimize wrinkling which in turn minimizes the amount of ironing that I have to do. Because I can't iron. That's a whole other story.

And the best thing about doing laundry today is that tomorrow I have my pick of anything in my whole wardrobe that I want to wear!!! I can pick my favorite shirt and my favorite pants and not have to be disappointed that I can't wear something because it's dirty!!!

Oh life is good. I tell you what.

Number 2

I want a number 2 in my life. You know what I'm talking about...when you wake up in the morning, the second person you think about. The second to last person you think about when something great happens, when something bad happens, in those last seconds before you drift off to sleep. A number 2. and I want to be someone's number 2.

Sudoku and Salad

I strongly believe that life is made wonderful by the little things. That one smile. The cool breeze that hits you in the face making your senses perk up. The greeting card on your desk that reminds you of a friend who thought enough to send it to you. The smell of the orange sitting within feet that makes the air smell sweet. The new blue rasberry flavored Runt. The good thoughts you have about yourself when you finish a Sudoku puzzle. The red ribbon tied around my telephone. The pink highlighter I choose over the orange one because it's prettier. The excitement and anticipation about getting to see the orthodontist tomorrow. Warm feet at night. Having a friend come to the rescue just in the nick of time. Finding that you have a pony tail holder right when your hair is driving you crazy. A February warm enough to drive down the road with the window down. A salad for lunch while chatting with a good person.

Go ahead and smile.