When the enemy Comes in Like a Flood...

When the enemy comes in like a flood, God says he will lift up a standard. I thought about this paraphrased scripture as I reflected on my day. As a potential juror on a case that involved an employee dispute I realized early that I would not be an impartial juror. So stating this I was struck from the roster. When I looked into the eyes of the plaintiff and saw her dismay, fear and distrust I paralleled it to my own of several years ago. I too was at odds with an employer who simply refused to play fair. It is a crushing thing to have your livelihood taken away resulting in the loss of almost everything you owned. How could someone be so deceitful and greedy to the point of crushing the little guy. Ah, the little guy - defending the little guy is what I am noted best for doing. So the defense would not have had a chance with me on the jury. God says he will fight your battles if you hold still. It took a minute for me to hold still, but I trust the plaintiff will let the Lord do her fighting through the attorney. Our Father is merciful, gracious and kind and when we rely on Him we are guaranteed a fair and bountiful life. Through it all I have learned to trust God and the blessings I now reap far out weigh the salary I lost.

You spend the morning working on some writings, cleaning up a few contracts and you're high on the very thought that someone values what you do. Then you have an epiphany. Although you think your stuff is the bomb and there is no one who can do it quite like you, you are startled by the fact that indeed others can do what you do. Some can do it even better. But that does not stop you from moving ahead because what you want to say and what you want to do is an expression of yourself. Even though there may be others who write better, manage better, look better - you are convinced that there is a space in this life for you to create. And so you borrow the phrase, "I can... because I am."

Water seeks its own level, thank you for helping me rise!

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Incognito Bourgeoise Teens

There are some comments on Facebook that I don't bother to read because I know its only going to urk me! I run from the comments by teens who have invented their own brand of communicating. Ah, not that teens shouldn't have their own way of talking to one another, but would you please stop perpetuating the myth that African Americans are stupid. Use what you learned in school because you know you're an "A" student. Hmmmm!I'm just saying.

Gabourey Hosts Saturday Night Live

I saw a commercial that Gabourey Sidibe was hosting the Saturday Night Live Show. Although I missed the original broadcast, I was able to see the show through the wonders of Comcast On Demand. Gabourey was kinda funny and the multiple characters she played let us know that she just may have acting chops. Or...was she just be silly? She stumbled on some of her lines, and appeared to struggle a bit in some of the many scenes she was cast. She made up for it with her conviction to the role of the moment. From the Jamaican nurse to the gray haired woman in the window (which I thought was really funny), to the sassy Valley Girl selling alarm clocks Sidibe did her thing. That infectious laugh you could hear in the background during scenes she was not in let everyone know Gabby was in the house. I didn't quite understand the connection with the blond haired former boyfriend who was trying to woo her back to him. That was just dumb, unless of course they were trying to say Gabby digs European men.

Finders Keepers, Losers Don't Talk On Cell Anymore

While running errands today I found a cell phone lying on the ground as I exited my car. This is the second time this has happened. Expensive phones just lying around waiting for someone to pick it up and make it their own. Gee! A Blackberry! What a nice find. Even better than the slide phone I found at the airport.

Okay, airport, lost phone on ground probably dropped by a hurried traveler. While driving away from drop off I played with the phone trying to see if there was any kind of ID posted somewhere. Um got myself a nice phone. NOT. I knew that I would at least attempt to call someone from the contact list as I did with this one. The only difference is this time I accepted the reward and made a special request of the owner who wanted to give me more.

No problem, just pray for my favorite charity while you're at church tomorrow. Cocking his head to one side the appreciative gentleman was about to ask how I knew about church. His contact list was loaded with deacons and a pastor. Just pray for The Association of Gospel Songwriters. He searched for something with which to write. The Association of Gospel Songwriters, TAGS I repeated. Pray for this org. Yes I will he smiled and thanked me again. No problem, it was my pleasure.