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God’s Guardian Angels…

Below is a photo Brianna and her lovely daughter Lakisha. Yesterday when my car broke down in 97 degree heat, these two lovely little ladies stopped on the shoulder of the busy on ramp to offer me help. They were my good Samaritan guardian angels and pretty much restored my faith in folks by pulling over.
They waited there whilst I attempted to find a quick fix for my car (there wasn’t one) And then they offered to take me to a parts house to fetch some needed pieces. Along the way I asked that she stopped at my cash machine, which she gladly did before taking me to the parts house and then all the way back to my car. They then stuck around until I got it running again, (a short lived thing).

Angels
I let them know how amazing it was they had stopped at all. That they had given me help, and even took me in their car. While she drove, I had laid a $50 bill on her knee, to which she protested. So I stuck it in her in her console, and I told her I was leaving it there, and if she chose to pay it forward, that’d be fine with me. While she had been ferrying me around, I shared this piece I had written just that morning before I left out the door for work. I told her it must have been about her…It reads as follows;

This is, “that rainy day”…
Some days one might be walking in unbroken sunshine, but see a dark ominous cloud off in the distance. And one can tell that distant cloud is delivering rain, harboring a fierce wind, and carrying misery in its wake.
Otherwise, all else is peaceful and near to perfect.
One can simply be grateful and feel blessed, and go on with the sunny day, or go to the cloud and wait out the storm with the friend ‘neath its wrath. Some souls haven’t the power to run from that cloud. But others have the power to go to it…and bring a bit of shelter with them. This is perhaps the best use of the term, “save it for a rainy day…” Matthew.


I nearly cried when they both let me give them a little hug and the young daughter clutched my hand for a moment. She promised to read my writings on my blog. I told them I would write about them later, and share of their beautiful souls and the photo they allowed me to take…and that I would cry a grateful cry later…While they were getting back into their car, I knew that God had been looking out for all three of us there on the shoulder of the road. I knew they too struggled, they too truly cared, they too reached out, and made a difference. And asked for nothing but genuine regard for their humanity. And they told me I had done just that.
And so today, I do cry. Matthew
 
 
 
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Some days one might be walking in unbroken sunshine, but see a dark ominous cloud off in the distance. And one can tell that distant cloud is delivering rain, harboring a fierce wind, and carrying misery in its wake.
Otherwise, all else is peaceful and near to perfect.
One can simply be grateful and feel blessed, and go on with the sunny day, or go to the cloud and wait out the storm with the friend ‘neath its wrath. Some souls haven’t the power to run from that cloud. But others have the power to go to it…and bring a bit of shelter with them. This is perhaps the best use of the term, “save it for a rainy day…” Matthew.

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the pill

It’s not the bitter pill that’s so hard to swallow, but the lump in one’s throat that adds difficulty to such a simple act…MLL

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She: I’ve been working hard to not fall down. It’s been tough.
he: I felt broken today. Took the night off of work
she: I know the feeling. I took two days off last week. Spent one of the days mostly just crying.

he: …and you know, when we’re doing God’s work and do fall sometimes…we land very softly. Angels keep us from crashing down.
Then, just act as if you meant to be there…like you were picking something up. And a feather will appear in your hand.
Angels lose feathers. Especially Grandma Angels. I found one in the dash of my little car.

feather

she: I like that
he: Of course you do…because it is true. AND I just now wrote it just for you.
But I may share it with the world. ‘Cause that’s how God works.
Go and have a good night. Your Uncle loves you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much! (arms opened all the way)
she: Ditto. Sleep well.

he: Of Angels and feathers; that’s all the proof I need.

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Fatherhood…

A father is a father from the moment of conception until the last memory of him fades…which ought be never..MLL

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The waters…

If love be energy, and life be a dam, and passion be the water behind it…Then love is the gates that let the water flow through it. I have to say that if one were to open the flood gates all at once, there would be a spectacular moment and a flow, a rush, a torrent that rages uncontrolled…then nothing.
If one gives just a tiny bit freedom to trickle, there would be not enough flow to turn the generator, no notice of the intentions there…just a loss of potential and again, nothing.
But if one chooses to hold in reserve just enough to sustain a flow over time, to spin the veins into motion, and let the current flow…there would be light and another would notice. There would be heat and warmth would be a conduit for a bit of passion. There could be left a still and deep water behind that dam…enough to sustain a certain bit of mystery beneath the surface. There would be the essence of promise kept there for a future of the benefits of holding back just enough to keep things churning and certain…And surely there will always be enough desire to add a rainfall to the reserve there and keep life and love alive.
One should neither close nor fling open those locks. One needs to find a very happy and enticingly happy medium. Then there is scenery, a store of energy, promise, and the power of love to make it all worth while.
And too, a simple thankful air that faith is good and rewarded by all that comes from the will to hold enough in reserve to sustain a good and long life.
Have a great Wednesday all…and let a little extra out today, so others might water the garden that is their life and well being. Matthew

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