Surrender, Dorothy

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

The Wizard of Oz (1939) (Photo credit: twm1340)

There are just some movies one never gets too old for.  For me, The Wizard of Oz is one of them.  By the time I tuned in on Saturday,  the trembling trio had made their way before the “Great and Mighty” in search of courage, brains, a heart, and a way home.  As they exited stage left (a little Pink Panther humor, there), a few things crossed my mind.   Having taught literature, I have this tendency to analyze every movie. Continue reading

Turning a Visitor Into a Friend

English: Resurrection of Christ

English: Resurrection of Christ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wasn’t going to post today, but this couldn’t wait.  God answered another prayer request.  Isn’t that just the most exciting thing? I don’t even know where to start.  Well, I guess I could say now that I’m no longer living in a renovation reality, the stress is off.  Now, that my house is in order, I feel like I can have people over, again.  It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to entertain, or even felt like it.  Here’s how it all started.

On Friday, I began wondering who I could invite for Sunday dinner.  I wasn’t planning anything big.  After all, it’s only hubby and myself.  We could have had sandwiches for all that mattered, but I decided to have a corned beef and cabbage dinner.  Besides it works into my Whole 30 eating program, and I would have left overs for work tomorrow.  I began to think of different ones at church.  Most have local family or else they’ve already made plans.  My asking them would be last minute.  That definitely wouldn’t work.  Maybe a visitor would come and I ask them. By Sunday morning, I had just about tossed the idea aside.

Our Sunday school class began to fill up, mostly with relatives of our regulars.  I got talking with my friend, Deb when I noticed one of the ladies from another Sunday school class walk in with a visitor. They started walking towards us.

“Shelley, this is Carolyn.  Carolyn, this is Shelley and Deborah.”  Deb and I shook hands with her. Carolyn was one of those women whose countenance revealed a certain sweetness.  ”Carolyn will be working in the local area and will be with us for the next two weeks.” Sue turned to Carolyn and assured her she was leaving her in good hands. I invited Carolyn to sit with my husband and me.  We engaged in the usual introductory conversation while my husband got us coffee.

Here was my visitor.  Here was my answer to prayer.

Carolyn lived in Montana and was here in town as a guest speaker/instructor.  She asked me how I liked Savannah and shared she had applied for a job there.  It was time she and her husband moved to warmer weather.  Just before our teacher started the lesson, I took the opportunity to ask, “Do you have any plans after church?”  Carolyn shook her head, “No. I’ll just go back to my room and maybe do some reading.”  ”Would you like to come for dinner? We would love to have you.”  Carolyn’s eyes widened, “Are you sure? I’ve never had anybody extend an invitation like this before.” My eyes widened in return.  ”Really? Yes. It’s just my husband and me.  Nothing fancy, you know.  Think about it. I’ll get with you after church.”

I was hoping she would sit with us during the sermon, but with so many people, we got separated.  After the message, I looked around for her and saw she and another couple talking.  Maybe they were inviting her out to dinner.  I hoped not.  Finally, they parted.  ”Well? Have you thought about our invitation?”

“Yes.  I think I will take you up on your offer,” she said.  At that point, I don’t think my smile could have gotten any bigger.  ”Where did you park?”  She pointed to the opposite parking lot from where we were.  ”I’m in a very bright red Ford. I’ll drive around.”  ”We’re in a silver Honda Pilot.  We’ll watch for you.  Then, you can follow us.”

The remainder of the afternoon couldn’t have been more perfect.  An immediate bond was evident.  She shared how the Lord had worked out some major health situations in the lives of her family.  Of course, the writer in me couldn’t help but think what a book her stories would make.

My husband works at the same place Carolyn was instructing which gave them much to talk about, plus both she and her husband were in the same branch of the military as my husband.  By the time she left, we had connected on so many levels.  She and I made plans to go to Savannah next week in.  We said our goodbyes and gave each other hugs.  A new friend was made.

A lot of people would probably pooh-pooh this post thinking my prayer wasn’t big enough or important enough, but God doesn’t see things that way.  His desire is that we be used to bless others and bring glory to His name.  I know what it’s like to be somewhere new and not know anyone.  It can get lonely, especially on such an important holiday.  Remember, God is not in the thunder or the earthquake or the fire or the whirlwind.  He’s in a still, small voice.

He is alive.



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God, Gallup, and Goodness

IMG_9399A little over two weeks ago, my husband and I volunteered to help my son drive his second vehicle across country.  He was relocating to New York State for a new job.  Since one of the vehicles had no air conditioning, it pushed us to a more northerly route in order to keep us in cooler temperatures.  This meant we would be passing right by some very special friends of ours.  We would be so close that we would be able to see their house from the Interstate.  Because my son was on a time frame, I refrained from mentioning anything about stopping to see them.  But, I did mention it to God. Continue reading