The Beer Story

One day, during a party, someone decided to throw away their empty beer can in the drain pipe of our roof.

Every day I could see this beer can littering our pipe and continually told myself that I would go clean it up. However, it never happened.

Finally one day I was outside watching the kids and remembered the beer can, so I reached up and felt around through a bunch of muck till I struck gold...and I actually did hit gold...well ok beer to be exact, because rather then finding an empty piece of trash there was a beautiful, cold, aged can of beer.

I happily drank that beer with my dinner, and though it is not a super brand, the circumstances made it taste better.

Moral of the story, don't neglect the most menial of tasks, cause you never know what you will find.

Oh, and thanks to whoever decided to stow their can up there. Your act of...well, whatever it was, came back to make someone's day more beer filled.

The hero of the story

God IS Great

Last week we needed a certain amount of funds for some upcoming bills. We got together to pray and thought about seeing if we should go for more teams out, which would take away from other important things we have to do, namely teaching, since we have quite a few kids, and working on brochures and advertising for our project and entertainment company.
Well, that same night, even before we got together, someone who received an unexpected financial return, decided to send us something. It turned out to be almost double of what we needed. God is great!!!

My Latest Literary Efforts

Pretend

We sit and sigh and wonder why,
We look away and try to hide,
All the while we feel inside
something..
...but we just pretend.

Locked away never to rise
Hoping to keep our soul disguised
All the while it's in our eyes,
something..
...but we just pretend.

We can't express the truth we know
For fear we earn a deadly blow
Yet we wish we could just show
something...
...but we just pretend.

So close, so far, a force in place
Gazing searchingly in our face
A clear and unmistakable trace,
of something,
...but we just pretend.

A shadow falls and lights turn out,
A time that was is turned about,
Lost forever in a sea of doubt
All that's left is a saddened shout
...why do we pretend.

Random Kindness

"Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty." I have always been the type of person who likes to do things for others. It became a habit to the point that I did not really think about it....which is good in one way, and not in another. It became more like something I did by rote. I read that line the other day and it stuck in my mind and I realized that I have to take time out every day to look for those random acts and make them happen. Once I made that decision and took appropriate action, those senseless acts of beauty made the difficult times and confusions of life make sense, and I am happier for it.

Random Kindness