What Goes Around

A few weeks ago we watched this video at church.  It is the story of the dream of Veggie Tales creator, Phil Vischer, who had a dream that died.  It reminded me of a dream I had once.  A dream of operating a gym for women in India. The gym was great and horrible at the same time.  But of course now that I am several years after the gym closed what I really remember is how great it was.  I had such great friendships with the ladies who came to the gym.  I really got to be a part of their lives.  And that is what mattered.  And what I thought mattered to God.  But then the gym closed and I no longer had the excuse to be with the ladies each day.  I missed those friendships.  I missed the status I had of owning a gym in India.  I missed having a purpose each day.  What was God doing? I still don't know why God allowed the gym to close, except I know it was for my good.  Because everything God does is done out of ...

There is often talk of aliens.  Like the other day when I talked to my friend Jessica, she talked about aliens.  Well I don't believe in aliens.  I don't see the logic in it.  I mean, why is it that aliens were able to find our planet and we can't find theirs?  The  earth is such a small dot in the whole universe that I doubt anyone would even notice us, yet somehow these aliens have found earth and are able to pass through our atmosphere without burning up.  NASA has taken years to figure out how to go through the atmosphere, with several accidents along the way.  Yet the aliens do it all the time.  Doesn't make sense.  So when I think of how puny we are compared to the whole wide universe and beyond, I just don't think aliens coming to earth makes sense.

Since returning from America 3 weeks ago, I have had numerous clothing crisis days.  Actually I think it is something like 21.  I just had another one.  This morning I decided to wear some clothes.  So I went to the closet to first find a shirt.  Surprisingly I found one that would work well for this humid weather we are having.  Now to find a pair of pants that would go with the shirt and feel comfortable.  Well I don't know if my back side that I sit on has grown in the last three weeks or what, but several pairs of pants would not work.  They are way too tight for this environment.  I don't think I could even bend my leg to go up the stairs without worrying about ripping a hole in them. Something happens to either my clothes or my body on the airplane flying back and forth to America.  It works both ways.  When I arrive at my destination the clothes (or my body) seem to change forms.  The pants that I wore in America ...

I have always had a thing with eyes.  I have been told that I have pretty eyes.  I find them kind of boring, but I appreciate the compliments.  I am also attracted to eyes.  But I also hate anything that has to do with touching an eye.  I could never wear contacts for this reason. Once, when I was younger, I got something stuck in my eye.  My mom tried to wash it out but I squirmed and probably made it worse.  So finally we had to go to the emergency room and the thing had to be drilled out.  I had to wear a patch over my eye for a couple of days.  And the next day at church we seemed to sing all the songs about eyes.  "Open My Eyes Lord"  "Open the Eyes of My Heart Lord" and others like that. I decided to do a little craft yesterday that went along with my eye fetish.  I made what I call Eye Candy.  They are magnets of eyes.  And I even took pictures so you could see and copy me.  Step 1 -  Find e...

The dictionary defines "High Maintenance" when used as a person, as someone who is emotionally needy or requiring much attention.  According to that definition, Steve is not high maintenance.  But that is what I describe him as. Steve likes a lot of things.  He likes shoes (at least 4 pairs came back from America with us).  He likes shirts (three stacks of t-shirts in his closet).  He likes hats.  And he likes sunglasses. Steve is also one of those people who will get to the car and realize he forgot something and have to go back inside for it.  I just tell myself, "Too Bad!" and suffer without the needed item. \ Steve just seems to need more than I do.  I wouldn't say it is an emotional need, but a material need.  So is that high maintenance?