EMOTIONS GOT ME

I am an emotional mess. I am teary about everything that is tender and about all who are dejected. The emotions began at the end of the first service when a young man left the church and I reintroduced myself to him. I know I had asked his name before, but could not remember him. The worst about it was there was no reason.

Josh had lived in Kitsap County his whole life. He looks like a navy guy. No unexpected since so many around here are with the navy. But he isn’t. What impressed me was that he is very regular and appears to not know anyone in the church. At least I have yet to see him speak to anyone and no one seems to speak to him. He is very friendly and we spent a few minutes getting acquainted.

There was no reason to get emotional and he was long gone before it hit me. I was excited and proud to know a young man (early 20’s) coming to church alone and sticking with it without any obvious connection to people. I have no idea why that hit me in a tender way — but it did.

I was off to my middle grand daughters soccer game that afternoon and saw many injuries. Three within five minutes and one had to b carried off my face dripped. I do hate to see anyone hurt.

I went with friends to the see play South Pacific that night. There are several tender moments and the actors carried the emotions and I had tears running down my face. I could not stop them. When we learned Lieutenant Cable had died the tears ran. I know this play. I expected his death. Shish! Get yourself under control, man.

It was late when I got home so I picked up my J.A. Jance book Trial by Fire where Ali is in the burn unit of a Phoenix hospital and the victim’s struggles were described in detail. It’s fiction. Get a grip. (I’m shaking my head).

At coffee this morning, Maria came in to get some coffee and would not acknowledge any of us. I imagined the cold shoulder was directed at me because of out argument. I can usually sluff that stuff off. But my emotions kicked into high gear. I hurt her. That bothers me. I retaliated tit for tat. Sick. I got my licks in but wished I had swallowed her vindictive comments and kept quiet. I didn’t want to, but that ma is the still small voice of God speaking to me.

At 1:00 we have a birthday celebration and very few came. But CW showed up. He clearly did not know where to sit. Only the staff person spoke to him. He came and sat at a table next to me. I said hello, but was at a loss as to what else to say.

I had errands to run before I cam back to get materials together for our craft fair. I considered and teard up wondering of Maria would not back out. I didn’t want that. Then I put in a the movie, Father Damian, the story of a priest who moved on to a Hawaiian Island with lepers and ministered to them until his death from leprosy. He did all the right things loving these people as Jesus would. I think I’m cried out now. At least I hope so.

Friends, that is the voice of God talking and I hear Him loud and clear. I will let you know what happens when I obey that voice — first opportunity I get.