For the past several months I've shared some pretty sad stuff. And before I go any further I just want to say I love you all and I appreciate your kindness and prayers.
I'm a huge believer in the power of prayer and I thought I'd share with you a time when I experienced a true miracle.
I've always been a writer ...even though I'm not that good. Doesn't matter ...I like it. I wrote short stories very early in life but not sure what happened to them when my parents divorced. Next I started writing poems ...nothing major but it was a way for me to express myself..... it was a release for me and at the time was very important (before husband and children).
Can't remember my age but would guess I was 22 ....I worked for a lab in Nashville and everyday I drove from hospital to hospital ... I was on the road for 8 hours every day (maybe more). And there were times I found myself writing ...and driving ...just notes ...you know what I mean? I carried with me a brief case with a dictionary and all my poems and lots of pens and paper.
One night after work I stopped by 'The Wrangler" it was the local hang out (also known as Bar) for us Country Music Fans. I need to insert here ....the Wrangler was the place before Country Music became so commercial .....I remember when the Wild Horse Saloon opened and that was for tourists ...the Wrangler was for us local folks that enjoyed sitting around chatting and listening to music (remind me to show you pictures of myself with a whole punch of country music stars .. for example .... Clint Black... don't forget we're talking late 1980's or early 90's).
Back to the story ...I'm not sure why I stopped by .... I think my friends ask me to ..... I know I was tired and I wasn't going to stay long ...it was just going to be a drop in and say hi and then leave. And that's what I did .... except when I got to my car someone had busted out my window and took everything. My camera, my purse, cassettes, my granddaddys knife, my class ring, the list goes on and on... my most favorite jacket ever! and my camera had pictures on it that I will never get over losing.
I was crushed and scared ....they had also gotten the spare keys to my apartment. There was no way I could go home alone ...what if they were there waiting for me? So I went home with some friends and tried to sleep. It didn't happen ...all I could think about was my stuff and how stupid I was for leaving all that in my car. After a few hours of tossing and turning it hit me ... my briefcase with all my poems were gone. They took that too ..... you can imagine how I felt. I gave up sleeping got in my car and drove to my apartment. Once there I lost it .... could not stop crying ......how will I live without all my poems? I got in the shower and just stood there crying and then started praying and I said out loud "Lord please give me back my poems ... please ....just have someone throw my briefcase over the balcony of my apartment". In my mind it was the only way I could visually see getting them back.
After the water turned cold ...I got out of the shower and no sooner that I stepped out of the shower my phone rang ..... it was a lady that said she had found my briefcase in the dumpster right down the road from her house. Can you believe it? I drove over there .... gave her $20 for calling me and I got just what I ask for "my briefcase with all my poems".
I was angry for the items not returned to me but I got exactly what I ask for ..... and I was humbled that God loved me enough to answer me at the very time of need. That meant he Loved me and found me worthy to answer my prayer immediately. How many times do we pray and we think we're not heard ....lately I've been guilty of feeling I'm all alone again ...but then I went to see the move "Seven Days in Utopia" and it woke me up. We'll talk about all that later ...but I get it. I'm awake and I get the message .... I always say things happen for a reason and sometimes you have to hit me over the head so I can see it :)
Since I've shared all this with you ....I'll share a little poem I wrote when my sister was pregnant with her son.
His name is Kelsey & he'll be here soon
He'll make us laugh and cry like a toon
It's been months but seems like years
And the first thing we'll see is his little tears
We'll count all his fingers and his toes
and before we know he'll be in daddys clothes
I'm going to be an aunt and it's so exciting
Who's first to hold him we'll all be fighting
I may have left out a verse .... it's sad to say right this minute I'm not sure where I've stashed my poems.
Have a great day and try to do something nice for someone you love!!
p.s. It just hit me ...one of the other items the thief took was my Dolly Parton cassette and it had her latest song "He's alive" ....she sang that song at the CMA awards in 1989.
Click here if you'd like to see it on You Tube. It's a very moving song and gives me chill bumps every time I hear it!!
