Next door to my house is an empty lot that was paved to make way for a theater, some crappy teriaki, a nail salon, and possibly a Red Robin. Thanks to the recession only the bare bones of a little road are left over from that bad idea of a project creating the ideal paved place to walk "Eddie" my beagle.Rolling through each step like the stellar cross country runner I used to be and wondering if I'm going to get cancer from spending so much time under the electrical wires... Did you know that people can actually pilfer electricity from the big wires if they live underneath them? There is something like 40% of electricity is lost in "transition" through the wires into the air. So, illegally, some individuals have created mechanisms or setups to gather the electricity from the air to power their houses.
Waste not want not?
Usually the weather over here has two settings: good hair day and frizz-omatic. During my walk it was thankfully the former even with the warm zephyr bringing in sheets of dark and light clouds alternately causing me to pull my hand into my coat on minute and then unzip my coat the next. Lemme tell you - it was the closest thing to the Eastside that I had felt in a while... minus the cars zipping down the two main streets surrounding the property.
Whamo! Like a mack truck to the brain it hit me. This - today - was God's gift to me.
Recently my relationship with God has seemed more than unusually stale. Not a good kind of stale like cheetos but the kind that makes you avoid whatever you've just ingested for at least a moth afterwards.
Oddly enough God never stopped laying various individuals on my heart to pray for but... just me and Him time was either forced or didn't happen at all.
Disgusted I didn't want to give God my second best so... I waited to feel hungry. Which, I realize now, was the wrong choice.
Pounding out my faults before the almighty God in an abandoned boom-time project now unofficial dog park in my rockin duds a-la-weekend gave me an unreal amount of perspective. Back in Eburg I used to get the same kind of God-time when I went on walks with Kaleb and Jasmine for hours and hours on end up and down the John Wayne trail watching the famous burg wind blow in a storm from miles away in the middle of a field full of famous hay. (Anderson Hay... look it up)Maybe this is just a note to say that your prayers have worked. The plane began nose-diving towards earth and I begged God to take His pilot's seat back A.S.A.P.!!! Know that I never stopped praying for each of you and that I'm so glad you found this note friend. Until I'm chasing after God with that complete love and trust I'll keep my tennies crunching on stray gravel and waiting on Him.
