Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
Every weekday morning at 5:10, I awaken to some obnoxious melody on my cell (funny how you love a ring tone until it wakes you up!). My toes feel the gentle but firm tug of my huge, furry puppy and I know I have only a minute before he starts his whining act, arousing my boys. I quickly get my socks and athletic shoes on, stumbling to the kitchen. I grab the leash and Banks sits quietly whacking his tail on the vinyl floor. He knows he must sit perfectly still in order for me to get the hook onto his collar....and he recognizes how uncoordinated I am at what is now 5:18. Banks proudly romps out of our home, into our driveway, and onto the street. No one is on the road at this hour....No one except this one man. This gentleman in his 70's, 80's, or 90's (along with being uncoordinated in these wee morning hours, I'm a bit slower in my discernment of age) is always out walking. At first, he scared me. I thought: Who would be out here at this time of day? Ridiculous! But then, I realized I am and I kinda think I'm normal =) (I've been out here ever since the Mega Bag of York Peppermint Patty incident with Banks.....oh, boy....it's good I love that dog...) Every day, I see this man walking at a brisk pace. I also notice he wears a face mask (not the Halloween-scary kind, but the type one wears when sick) Adding a bit more, this man always, always speaks to me: "Good morning! What a glorious day!" or "Hello! It's a bit breezy today, isn't it?". How can he get a complete thought out at this hour? The sun isn't even awake yet. I try to respond in a raspy-morning voice: "Yes." But I began to wonder about this man. I came to a conclusion. (I think most men would keep walking and not think twice...not me, I had to figure this situation out.) This man probably has cancer or some sickness. I postulated further: He has been sick, is getting better, and is protecting himself from germs by walking this early to get exercise and stay away from people until he is stronger and healthier. Who knows the real story? But it did get me thinking. Recently, I've been in contact with people who have serious health issues. How would I handle that myself? Like this man? Each day seems to be a special blessing to him as he cheerily greets me every single morning. He doesn't move at a snail's pace...he's pushing himself and moving forward, embracing life...even that early in the day. I've realized you never know what might happen....and that every day should be lived to the fullest. Each day we wake up is a gift. I've taken the approach this year with my class to make each day the best it can be for each child. I know I won't reach that goal.....but I try. Now, more than any other time in my life, I've realized how special each day is. It really is a blessing from the Lord....and I need to be thankful for it and extend that blessing to my little people and others. Each day really is glorious. Yep. I got all that from walking my dog at 5:10 a.m. This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24
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AuthorFun-loving mom to 4 kids and 1 big puppy. Fifth grade teacher of amazing little people who have never ending things to share with me. Love to discuss Jesus, diy projects, and life. Trying to keep it simple: Love Jesus, love people. Archives
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