An unexpected phone call

Today could easily marked by three unexpected phone calls received within moments of eachother. One involved a coworker trying to assit a person struggling with their purchases, the other occurred while I was taking a 15 minute break at work and the last happened while I was wandering around walmart in my pajamas.

The first was the standard woman, overly busy and overly obsessed with herself. Too busy to speak to the friendly associate in front of her but rather just shout out orders , while remaining on the phone, treating my friend as if nothing more than a slave. Now the work was not laborous but the lack of respect shown during the process was really the problem. Word to all consumers: the people who work at tha various retail stores are in fact human beings and such they deserve to dealt with. You never know the reason they are there or the live the endure. We do not have a caste system here in america and God definitely didn't provide for one, so think about the hurt and tears of a person when you treat them as a slave.

Second call was received while sitting, or rather collapsing at my second job reminding myself that there was only one hour left. But while checking messages I discovered something. The day which had been such a mess with an important interview to match had not been such a mess after all as they wanted to speak with me again. Hope again is rising for what lies ahead.

The third call came through while in the shoe section at walmart, of all places. The phone rang and the best kid I have ever met was on the phone, ready for his surprise. His sissy, his fav person, was taking the long and expensive voyage to see him to help celebrate his miraculous arrival on earth and in our family. I must admit his excitement about my visit was greatly enhanced as he knew a special star wars toy would be accompanying me on my trip in to the great White.

So three unexpected calls. Two gave hope and light at the very busy tunnel we are all in, and one only left hurt and discouragement. What will your next call be like?

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Beautiful Mess

Today was a day that I thought would be pure magic. I woke up and from beginning to end it was a seeming disappointment. Starting with a hair dryer that broke just about 10 minutes before I needed it, to a night spent chasing a stray dog in this frozen tundra. Why do things always seem to turn out this way? Do I believe in things that just aren't true? Is my sense of reality just a hair off? Have I seen too movies or read too many books that my expectations of life have become skewed? Whatever it is I find myself here more often than I would like.

In the midst of the unending mishaps there were moments of beauty in everything. Hope on the faces of those who have been hopeless, restored by the healing power of a good night sleep and the private words of encouragement between two friends. Wonder in watching the prayers of thousands of people accomplishing the simple task of taking communion, and endless inspiration by the questions of the unbelieving.

Life's not pretty, not my life and not those around me, but that's not how God always works. Its not always green pastures and lives that seemingly go perfectly according to schedule. Sometimes we are the children of Israel wading through the years of slavery or rebuilding friendships through grief and loss. Never removed from the power and love of our God, but learning what faith really is. Figuring out what its like to commit your life to a cause when it hurts; when it's not easy. Life is a mess, Faith is not always beautiful. Does that make it any less grand? Any less worthy of a life of devotion? It's not what we would have wished for, but that's our job, to try to find the beauty in all of the mess.