Mom on a plane


Last week I found myself on a late night plane to California.  I didn’t get off until 2 a.m. EST.  I was achy and fidgety.  I fell asleep in patches and spells.  The only way it could have been worse is if I were the mom of the two screaming children. THAT must have been so incredibly and painfully difficult.  Luckily, she had her husband with her.  Hopefully, he was helpful.  :)

Embrace adventure 

          My husband drove me to the church yard sale this morning. To his delight some people drove up in this beauty and let him sit behind the wheel. He was pure child in a toy store.  This car is a 1930 Ford Model A Cabriolet. My husband is a 1962 American Model A Grouch. Smile. 

You never know what fun will come in the next moment. Be ready!

no such thing as coincidence

  Two days ago I ripped out a page from the Anthropologie catalog. I cut out just the word abundance and gave it to my husband. Yesterday I received a letter from my sister-in-law. She had torn out that same page and used itas stationery to write me a letter. 

I don’t believe in coincidences. I think that there is a reason for everything, that there is some meaning behind things, whether we understand them or not. God tries to tell us things. He reminds us of his presence. He reminds us that we are not alone. He puts other people in our path. Look for him and things that seem to be a coincidence. 

The power of music

  I was eating dinner at the airport before my flight. Chipotle was dark with long lines and mellow music. I got through the line and took my dinner to a silver metal table and sat down. 

Slowly chewing my food I recognized that I felt sad. Was it that I was getting ready to travel and be away from home? Was it the weirdness, awkwardness, and impersonal nature of airports? I didn’t know. I sat with the feeling. 

Finishing my meal I got up and rolled my bag out of Chipotle.  As I emerged into the greater airport, my spirit lifted. I walked into light and what was curiously and evidently missing was the “mellow” music, which was better described as depressing. I felt 100 times better! Don’t underestimate the power of music. 

That is probably why I feel so happy in grocery stores. That happy piping music makes me feel upbeat and hopeful. I walk through throwing random items into my cart, humming along and swaying to the beat. 

Music transforms. It can elevate but it can also bring you down. Be aware! :)


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