Song of the day: On Time God - Dottie Peeples

"(He's an on time God, yes, He is).
Oh, on time God, yes, He is. - Dottie Peeples"

How best to describe yesterday? A real "soul less" morning. I breathed. I ate. I existed. I was more or less...just a consumer of resources, natural and man-made, producing no appreciable output. However, (thank goodness) I became more animated and of at least some value and use to humanity, as the day progressed.

Last night at work: On my way to break, I reached down into my canvass bag and disappointedly realized that I had left my "Coastal Living" (April 2008) magazine at home. And so, to pass the time, I decided to take an extra-long walk down the hall, to the deserted cafeteria... just to spend some time alone, gather my thoughts and to absorb the quiet. Good, the cafeteria is empty. Within five minutes, a tall, boisterous woman arrives, talking loudly on a cellphone. The building we work in is huge! Out of all the empty spaces available, why in the world did she have to choose this place? She takes a quick look at me. For some reason, looking at me is an apparent "go ahead" for her to become even louder. I begin muttering under my breath: "No, I do not care if you "spent half the evenin' decoratin' the chutch for Chrissmus!" "No, I do not care if LaPumpkinisha and her kids: Zucchini, Sweetpea, and Cornbread; didn't do nothin' to help!" "No, I do not care whether Reb'n Jones is gonna preach the sermon on Sunday...or not!" I give up! She wins! I promptly gather my things, leave the cafeteria, and find a deserted office area. Outfitted with a loveseat and two side chairs; each piece of furniture is tagged and dated for being moved... on a future date. This is perfect!

I make myself comfortable on the loveseat and then call home to see what my guys are doing. My husband and I quietly chat for a while, then he offers to put "The Boy" on the phone. I speak to him for a bit, but it is obvious that the child is preoccupied...His short and silly answers to my questions are a dead giveaway. He soon hands the phone back to his father, while saying the words, "Hey Dad, it's your wife on the phone!" This makes me laugh and provides me with a chuckle to last throughout the rest of the evening; which by the way ends promptly at 10:12pm. For the first time in weeks, I am the first one to leave. This time, I did not get "stuck" with the remainder of the work. I leave quickly...so quickly, in fact, that I could have led any casual onlooker to have believed that the room was on fire! I was "outta there!"

The usual "Have Hope" marquee message on the church that I pass on the way to and from work, has again been changed. On my way in, I notice that it currently advertises a free "Labyrinth Walk" from 6:00pm - 8:00pm (I've always wanted to do one of those things,... but not at a church). On my way back home from work, I notice that the message has been changed yet again... It says: "Hope Is Rising". I have waited two days before posting this...just wanted to make sure that the message was a constant one. For me, on a daily basis, this is indeed becoming true. And this three word, less than two-second, visual sermon gets the "nod" from me!

For this "congregation of one", and for reasons that I am afraid to utter out loud: Hope is indeed rising.

And, although quite unrelated to the "Hope" mentioned above, tomorrow I get to go to the beach for a long weekend alone with my sister. We call this type of weekend a "rotic" weekend (Ro-man-tic weekend...without the man) For some time now, I have literally prayed for an opportunity such as this one to come along. And, although I do not have it from my son, I do have the reluctant "blessing" of my husband. This will make my leaving them...a bit easier. I am so excited, that I can hardly wait!

"He may not come when you want Him,
(but He'll) be there right on time;
(I tell ya He's an) on time God, yes, He is!"

This "congregation of one" says: Amen! Here's some "church" y'all...

Have a good weekend everyone!