Wednesday, July 25, 2012

What do you wish to share?

     There are many things that come to mind this afternoon, but probably the one thing that I would really like to share are my eyes.

     Yes, I know... considering that I have limited vision in my right eye, you might be thinking "Wow.  Not so impressed with that one."  But what I really mean is how I see things... how I see people.  It is almost like wanting to share my faith, but not exactly.  What I want to share is how I can see the good in people that others don't.  How I see the positive in the negative.  How I see the way that all things work together for good.  How when I look at all of the negatives in my past, I can see how they shaped me into the positive person that I am today (for the most part anyway, I confess to days when I falter and am down, but those days are becoming fewer).

     What I want to share is for you to look in the mirror and see that you are good.  You are beautiful.  You are blessed.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Pug Zen...

Tink ~ almost out the kitty door in the big garage door ~ 2002

It is easier to not get into something
than it can be to get out of it later.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Flash burn...

     I don't remember now where I was working but it was one of those companies or organizations that required us to sit through annual safety training meetings.  It was usually boring but an excuse to get away from our desks for 30-60 minutes.  The particular training I'm thinking of was facilitated by a woman who should have been the poster child example of what NOT to do.  This woman had us almost rolling on the floor with laughter because she kept giving us examples of things that she had actually done.

     Like rushing through the rain to get into the building, slipping in a puddle and breaking her wrist.  Walking down a flight of stairs while sending a text message, missing a step, and spraining her ankle when she fell.  Being distracted by someone talking and walking into an open upper cabinet door, requiring stitches on her forehead.  You know the type.  One of those people who are chronically accident prone no matter what they try to do.  The fact that she was chosen to lead our safety briefings was inappropriately appropriate.

     Yesterday, I could have been that poster child.  I mean... I knew better...

     I was shredding old documents... stuff with social security numbers, birth dates, bank records... and the shredders were getting hot and jamming.  They had been sitting in the garage for almost two years so were filled with dust and dirt.  A few weeks ago when I had been shredding, I sprayed the teeth with lubricant when I finished, so yesterday did it again.

     Now... here is the visual for you.  Container half filled with shredded paper.  Lubricant liberally sprayed into the teeth.  Friction from the metal teeth as they shredded the paper.  Poof.  Fire in the hole.

     I was lucky.  Really really lucky.

     I have one of those "I-am-four-years-old-and-can-cut-my-own-hair" looks where my bangs on the left side of my face are shorter than the right.  The shoulder length strand of hair that would have been a left side burn on a guy is gone.  It is only about a quarter of an inch long now.  All of my eyelashes on my left eye are half the length of my right because they were almost singed off.  The only reason I'm not blind now in my left eye (my one GOOD eye) is because of my glasses... and my Guardian Angel.  Ice on my face for thirty minutes kept my left eyelid and lips from blistering, but for a while I wasn't sure if I got ice on them fast enough.

     Safety lesson learned:  Use products specifically made for the equipment you are using... like shredder oil for shredders... not flammable spray lubricant made for chains.  Read the labels... if it says the word flammable anywhere on it, don't use it with something that will get hot or create sparks and friction.

     Last night I lay in bed thanking God and my Guardian Angel for saving me from what could have been a very bad day yesterday.  I thought of how quickly my world of light and color could have become a world of darkness.  I thought of all the sunrises and sunsets I might have missed.  All of the smiles.  All of the words... that would have become music to my ears... but not light to my eyes.  I wasn't just lucky... I was blessed.  Highly blessed.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Philippians 4:13

13 I can do all this through Him who gives me strength.

     This scripture has been in my thoughts almost constantly lately.  In my thoughts and on my lips.  I've been facing trials and tribulations that I never anticipated.  What has kept me (almost) sane when everything else in my life seems like it is going crazy has been the thought that I am never alone.  He will not forsake me.  He will never leave me.  With God, all things are possible, and I can overcome anything with Him who gives me strength.

      For some, they may seem like just words written at a time when men needed something to believe in.  For those who believe, they are words of promise.  I am nothing without Him.  All that I have, all that I can do, is because of Him.

     When I look back at where I have been, what I have come through... I see that He was with me always.  He has always been with me, even when I turned my back on Him.

     Some have their security blankets, rabbit's foot, lucky penny, or charms that they feel give them strength.  I have my Father.  I have His Son.  I have the power of the Holy Spirit.  I have my faith.  When all else has failed in this world... I can do all this through Him who gives me strength.