Tiny Talk

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Tiny talk, I agonize over tiny talk and yet I am surrounded by it! It’s like white noise I can’t ever get far enough away from. When did we become a society of chatterboxes who had nothing to say? Perhaps I am wrong on this but just for giggles during this next week really open your ears to what is being spoken around you and see if you don’t understand what I’m talking about?

…..”I found a dress I like on sale at”….”you know that club in San Francisco where it’s an hour long wait in line”….”man, I’m tired, I should have stayed in bed this morning”….”any thoughts on dinner”……”are you finished with your shopping yet”…..

Anyone long for real conversations? The kind to challenge your thinking? The kind to teach you something new beyond trivia?

No Names, No Recognition, No Ability

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Shopping is my least liked chore. I’d actually prefer ironing or doing laundry to having to expose myself to the horrors of going from store to store in hopes of finding that “perfect” gift. As a woman I have to say the shopping gene many of my female friends have is not exactly alive and well in my own self.

Listen…..can you hear it? There’s an underlying message we are all meant to hear but I don’t think many are tuning their ears into the right frequency. I missed the beat myself earlier tonight when I started listening instead to the hum of our general public. Instead of giving my available dollars and time to those in real need I was out flowing in the tide of the holiday season. Buy, buy, buy stuff for those who have much already.

It was a reality check when I found myself outside on the cold sidewalk just wanting to go home. My joy factor had begun to register at very low levels. For me, I already know the remedy. I will quietly seek out those who have a real need and meet it. No names on the tag, no recognition, no ability for someone to pay me back in kind.

The Important Things

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Have you noticed something special this year? For all the economy woe there is an undercurrent. While mainstream media are trying to scream our downfall financially, there is something shining bright in many people. I see hope but it’s not exactly definable. I am seeing people not looking so much at their wallets but at each other. Examining the important things. I myself couldn’t put a finger on it until those very words were dropped into my lap….”the important things” smack in the middle of a conversation.

Finally I could step back and clearly see all that I’d been shown over these many weeks. It’s not what I’m going through but it’s how I’m going to act no matter what I’m going through. “Duh!” Sometimes I just feel as though I’ve been slapped alongside the head with a mighty large bat and etched in its wood are the words, “see the truth yet?” I am pretty sure if I could look closely enough at my skull the imprint is just beneath my hairline.

Least Likely Helping Hand

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In our own places of comfort or discomfort, are we looking out for just us or is there something deeper in ourselves willing to reach out and help another? A better question to be addressed by our heart….. are we only willing to help those who seem worth helping or are we willing to help someone “least likely”?

Humility A Life Lesson

The conversation was rich with details and I loved hearing them all, even those moments of irritation and offense. Without facing these type of issues we become irrelevant to those around us. I can never help others if I can’t understand being offended or getting angry.

Our emotions are strong in these areas and I wonder sometimes if I am as quick with feeling love as I am to feel anger? Ah, the constant walk of learning. With maturity comes a realization we are forever to be students or else we become stagnant as human beings. The minute I say, “I finally know it all” is the moment I need to be smote right there on the spot simply on principle alone that I have not learned the most important lesson of all, “humility”.

Something In Profound

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Anger throbs in their veins

Beating out a rhythm of death

The hunger for flesh is all consuming

More, more, more


Satisfaction can’t be found

They look for something in profound

The mystery

Already answered


It can’t be that easy

They turn a blind eye

Deaf ears

Drowning, noises, lies

Protect Me In The Growing Storm

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“Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings” Psalm 17:8

All of us want to be special and kept from harm. In these days growing darker, all I can sense is a constant need to stay near my heavenly Father. He will protect me in the growing storm.

Bench In The Sun

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Moments come and they go so fast, before we realize there was an opportunity to spend our time wisely it can often pass us by. I admit my life is an amazing wonder, especially to myself. I am not rich in a way the world would acknowledge, but in the heavenly realms I have riches too many to count. Recognizing this I must understand the importance of giving. I need to give more, even in understanding wisdom.

I work for an accounting department so I am being given lessons in how money moves the world. Often my phone conversations get quite challenging simply because somebody’s money didn’t go where it was supposed to. I continue to learn from this. Money makes some people so crazy and mean they forget you are just an employee and middle person. One of the most hurtful remarks I hear on my job is “you took my money”. These persons have never met me nor do they understand the nature of a corporate banking system. All they know is my voice is answering a phone so I must be the enemy.

My confession? Well I don’t take offense easily since it rubs against the grain of my integrity. Both of us are losers. I keep trying to grow with every rough call I get taking me down for the count and it’s a humbling job. Therefore I can only thank my heavenly Father for each lesson. I also give myself to understanding the better wisdom with each situation.

In my mind I wonder how easily each of us who simply talk on a phone line anonymously would react if we met, say on a bench in the sun, relaxing together? Knowing who I really work for, I’m pretty sure it’d be a great conversation. The wisdom in this moment is understanding that no matter where I am it should always end up in a great conversation….for my part at least.

Angels, Friends, Aquaintances, Family

Angels came to help me. They didn’t look like anything I had imagined. There were no wings and the faces didn’t bear any resemblance to the cherub paintings I had been exposed to throughout my life. The angels came in the guise if friends and acquaintances, occasionally, family.

Greed Or Need

‘Tis the season to be caring and giving to others who have less or nothing. I have noticed several comments from others revealing a skeptism that their help is being used by those with a real greed versus those who come with real need. What is that great verse….”the thief comes to steal….”