Running On Empty

Running On Empty

The whole world paused this morning.
Do you know why? Because an 8 year old’s tank was empty.
The boys had already started their school day at their desks and I was preparing to leave for work when I noticed my littlest standing in the bathroom wiping his face.
I paused at the door and asked if he was okay. He looked up with tears silently dripping and shook his head. When I questioned if something happened, again he shook his head.
So I sat on the side of the tub and pulled him in my lap. I told him sometimes our heart tanks feel empty and need to be refilled.
He cried into my chest and I held tight.
I asked if he could feel my love filling him up?
A nod, and tears stopped…
I waited a minute…
‘Has it reached your toes yet?’
He shook his head no…
‘Okay man. We will take as long as you need. Work doesn’t matter right now. School isn’t important either. This right here, is the most important thing today, okay? Filling you back to the top. Is that good?’
*nods*
One more minute…
‘Is your heart full of mamas love now?’
‘Yeah…’
*looks in his eyes* I see it shining in there, you’re full to the top, and you’re smiling!
Y’all. You may not be 8- you may be 28, 38, 48 or whatever- but ALL of us run on empty just like he did. His weekend was so busy and so full and his little soul was just dry!!!
We all have to pause, and take a moment to refill with the good things. Scripture, prayer, sunshine, worship, song, laughter, friends, hugs. Refill your empty, or you’ll find those emotions (tears, anger, snappy words) overflowing with no reason why.
Take a moment. Refill. It’s the most important part of your day!

Cody Bret On Love

Cody Bret On Love

I Hope You Find A Love That…

This is not only what to look for but also the beingness to aspire to.

I hope you find this.

I hope you find the type of love where there aren’t any mixed signals, just you and your significant other looking at each other across the room and as soon as your eyes meet you can’t stop smiling.
I hope you find a love that’s selfless. The type of person who would do anything for you with no questions asked.
The type of love where someone simply has your best interest at heart.
The type of love where your happiness makes up so much of their own.
I hope you find a love that’s willing to make sacrifices. The type of person who will meet you halfway.
I hope you find a love that’s faithful. Every time you look at them, you know there isn’t anyone that can shake what you two have together.
I hope you find a love that forgives you. The type of person who can see you make mistakes but also helps you to learn from them.
The type of person who can see you at your worst and still think you’re irreplaceable.
The type of person who understands you will never be perfect, but looks at you like you’re the greatest thing that’s ever came into their life.
I hope you find a love that supports you. Someone who not only supports your dreams but wants to see you succeed in all aspects of life.
I hope you find a love that will fight for you. Someone who will always be in your corner.
Someone who will continue choosing you on a daily basis.
I hope you find someone who shows you effort with each day that passes.
The type of person who won’t let you walk away but goes after you if you try to.
I hope you find someone who heals you. I hope you find someone who teaches you that you didn’t deserve what happened to you in the past. I hope you find a love that appreciates you.
I hope you find the type of love that never stops saying thank you. The type of love that even after a long time they are still impressed by what you do for them.
Someone who truly values you for who you are as a person.
I hope you find a love that’s your best friend. Your loudest laugh. Your biggest smile. Your number one fan and your happiest memories.
Because you deserve it.
~ Cody Bret

Another post about strangers – and the elderly

Linda Paice writes:

I thought of this as I was driving home just now and saw an old man walking slowly along the street, then he turned around and started shuffling the other way. I was worried he was confused and lost, so I pulled over and observed him.

After a minute, it looked like he was just exercising as he was going up and down the block, but I wanted to make sure so I drove around to the other side of the road and through my window asked cheerfully if he was exercising. (Cheerfully as I didn’t want to possibly make him feel strange about being checked on due to being old!)

He instantly smiled a warm, friendly smile and walked straight over to my car and said yes he has a heart condition and the doctor said he has to exercise. We launched straight into a great chat, him asking if I live in the neighborhood, proudly pointing out his pretty house, me asking where he was from and that kind of thing. It was so sweet!

As I drove away I was thinking of how he instantly engaged and went from looking somewhat forlorn to so bright and happy to be connecting. I’ve seen this so many times with elderly people. It breaks my heart to think of how overlooked and neglected they can be within society. We’re all busy and rushing about, it’s easy to pass by without considering that, but many old people are desperately lonely.

So, I thought I would post this should it inspire someone to reach out to an elderly stranger or an elderly person they know. Whether it’s a longer visit or just a quick chat – sometimes, if there’s no chance to stop, even eye contact and a warm smile visibly makes a world of difference.

And to be clear, the joy is not one-sided! Old people are the best! So wise, such incredible experiences and stories, and those beautiful old school manners and values. They just melt my heart!

So I’m sending some love out to them!

Quote of the Day

“If you are working on something that you really care about, you don’t have to be pushed. The vision pulls you.” – Steve Jobs, Entrepreneur (1955 – 2011)

Cutting The Grass

Cutting The Grass

This is my neighbor.
He has no idea I took this photo from my window.
When my husband was deployed, one of the worries we had was about the grass.
Who would maintain the yard?
I could go out there and cut the grass myself, but with everything I had on my plate with the two girls, I wasn’t feeling it.
We could try and find a lawn service, but that still meant me having to make sure it got done and that they did a good job.
I wanted as little additional worry as possible while my husband was deployed.
This is where Steve comes in.
I sent him a text and told him about the deployment. I wasn’t sure if he would say yes, but I asked.
“Could you help cut our grass? He will cut it today before he deploys tomorrow, but it would be great if you could cut it and help me maintain it while he is gone. We can pay you.”
He responded right away that it wasn’t a problem at all and that he would not accept payment. He wanted to help.
I let my husband know, and we both breathed a sigh of relief.
When your husband is deployed, whatever worry you can take off your plate means the world.
Knowing the grass would be taken care of was enormous stress off my shoulders.
About an hour later, daddy was playing with his girls.
He was trying to soak up as much time as possible with them before deploying the next day.
He told them he could play for a bit, but he also had to go outside and cut the grass soon.
Then we heard it.
A mower.
My husband said, “Aliette, Steve is cutting the grass! Maybe he misunderstood that we didn’t need him to help us until next week when I’m already gone.”
I went outside. “Steve, we didn’t need you to start until next week, and he was going to do it today before he leaves tomorrow.”
Steve responded, “I know. But I’m not the one about to leave my family for deployment. He can spend time with his family, and I got it.”
My face swelled with tears.
Tears of worry, gratitude, anxiety, relief all rolled into one.
It all came pouring out on Steve, who probably thought I was a bit overly emotional about grass.
But it wasn’t about the grass.
It was about the gift of time he gave us.
A neighbor stepped up to help when we needed it.

As I came back inside, I thought of Mr. Rogers.
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
So let’s make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we’re together, we might as well say,
Won’t you be my neighbor?

Reading

Reading

“I read so many books, but I forgot most of them. But then what’s the point of reading? ”
This was the question a pupil once asked his Master.

The Master didn’t answer at that moment. After a few days, however, while he and the young pupil were sitting by a river, he said he was thirsty and asked the boy to get some water from him using an old filthy sieve that was there on the ground.

The pupil moved, because he knew it was a request without any logic.

However, he couldn’t contradict his own Master and, when he got the filter, he began to do this absurd task. Every time he was drowning the sieve in the river to pull some water to take to his Master, he couldn’t even take a step towards him because there wasn’t even a drop left in the sieve.
He tried and tried dozens of times but, as he tried to run faster from the shore to his Master, the water kept going through all the holes in the sieve and got lost along the way.

Exhausted, he sat next to the Master and said: “I can’t fetch water with that filter. Forgive me Master, it is impossible and I failed in my task.”

“No – the old man replied smiling – you have not failed. Look at the filter it’s like new now. Water, filtering through its holes cleaned it.”

“When you read books – the old Master continued – you are like the sieve and they are like the water of the river.”

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t hold in your memory all the water they make you flow, because books will anyway, with their ideas, emotions, feelings, knowledge, truth that you will find between the pages, clean your mind and spirit, and you they will make you a better, renewed person. That’s the point of reading.”

Have a good read everyone.

A shared story

The House With Nobody In It

Two Saturday nights a month, I work in Cullman County at a dirt racing track. Tonight as I arrived at the track, I noticed I was the only person there. Tonight’s race had been postponed, and I wouldn’t be playing my role on the mic as the “Voice of River Valley Speedway.” It appeared that I had made a burnt run.

On my way home, I stopped by an old house that I’d passed many times before. Fallen walls, a rotting porch, and broken windows told me that the house had been lifeless for at least fifty years. I had to have a picture. I just had to.

I walked next door to a brick house, much younger– and knocked on the door. I introduced myself, and asked permission to photograph the old house next door.

“I’ll do you one better. Would you like a history lesson?” I nodded yes, and not quite knowing what to expect I followed the woman inside.

I was introduced to her parents, an elderly couple perhaps in their nineties. I shook hands and was told to sit down in a recliner near the television showing the baseball game I had unintentionally interrupted. Mr. Pate muted the game, while his wife continued on with putting her puzzle together.
“That house was built by my grandfather in 1901 or so. Over 100 years old.” For the better part of the next hour, this couple shared stories of growing up in log cabins, hard country life, and coming to know Christ. I was shown pictures of rural Cullman County from the late 1800’s, and the last will and testament of the last man ever hanged in Cullman– for a crime he didn’t commit. I listened attentively as they poured years of history into someone they’d never met before.

As I stood up to say goodbye, my new friends tried to discourage me from leaving. “Preacher, don’t go. Why don’t you stay over for dinner?”

As inviting as it sounded, the disappearing sunlight told me that I needed to take my pictures and schedule a rain check. We shook hands again, and I was on my way towards the older house, with two mutts following me with curiosity.

As I took a few shots, suddenly I was in the house. I stopped taking pictures as the thoughts of children ran across the porch, playing tag as they ran barefoot. I saw a woman in the corner, sewing clothes to wear to church. A man was outside chopping wood for the stove, and I could see the mules tied to a plow near the dirt road where my car would be parked 100 years later. It was a different world: slower, simpler, and with more integrity. No technology, no electricity, and no water demanded a slower life at this house.

My odometer showed that I went fifty miles tonight– but I traveled much, much farther.
On my way to the racetrack I was anticipating a night of speed, but instead I understood the importance of slowing down.

Sometimes in life we’re too fast. We’ve gone too far and haven’t appreciated the journey. Turn the phone off for a bit. Unplug the television for a while. Log off the net for a few hours.

Let’s all slow down just a bit. Enjoy the ride we’re on.

Pretty soon it’ll just be a memory….