One by One

[written yesterday, 7/13/16]

This morning, I decided to go to the park near my house to pick up trash. Earlier this week, I’d posted some pictures of the area and had asked if anyone wanted to help but never received any feedback, so I just went, and it was bitter sweet.

I’d planned to go “early” morning but missed my alarm, so I didn’t get there until about 7:40 am, which, here in Texas, is already hot.

In case I ran into anyone wanting to help, I took some extra gloves and bags, but as I pulled into the park and realized there were already many people there, I assumed I wouldn’t need to carry the extras and began picking up trash where I parked, continuing on towards the fence.

By the time I’d reached the fence, I was worn out: I didn’t realize how tiring it was to pick up trash. No wonder no one wanted to help! Moving around in this heat was a little bit different than what I’m used to, and I’d forgotten water but figured I’d only be out there an hour or so. Well, it turns out an hour or so is quite awhile in this weather.

About a third of the way down the fence, I’d started getting light-headed and wanted to be done, but every time I’d wanted to quit, I’d turn back and look at what I’d accomplished, which motivated me to keep going forward. I’m not gonna lie: it was A LOT of work, but it wouldn’t’ve been so bad with more people (hint-hint).

In the end, I almost filled up a 30 gallon trash bag, and as I sought out a trash can that’d hold it, a man came up, thanked me for picking up trash, and gave me a tennis ball he’d found. That made my morning!

Anyway, I’m posting the pictures from when I’d wanted to quit because I thought it was neat how looking back at what I’d done motivated me to move forward in what I needed to do.

Here’s the area beforehand.

Enabling: give someone the authority or means to do something (allow, equip, empower, make able)

Okay, this post will make me cry. How do I know? I’ve already started.

Some of you were blessed to meet Lee on Saturday. Some of you had no idea who he was. Well, Lee’s my homeless friend from Balboa Park.

Over a year ago, God led me to where Lee’d been staying in the park. We became friends, and as the Holy Spirit led, I’d visit Lee, and, eventually, invited him into my home (at times), so throughout the year, we’ve become even closer friends.

When he’d come over, he’d shower (forever); I’d wash his clothes, and he’d eat and rest for his next bout outside. After he heard I was moving to Texas, he began to stay for longer visits.

Since February, he’s stayed with us three times, and two of those times were for over a week. On April 14th, after being here the second time for a week, he spoke to me about a change he was going through. Continue reading

“For Them to See”

it’s sometimes hard
to read other’s pain
of losing a loved one
at Christmas time

I have moments
of maybe I shouldn’t have joy
like maybe I should
withhold my memories

but life isn’t comparison
of what I have and you don’t
or what you have and I don’t
life is about living and loving well

to be love for those around you
strengthening their being
to change the world
around them

for wherever they step
to remember the times
of laughter
of love
of moments

no one can take
what’s inside
no one can shape
what’s been formed

to love my kids every moment
and be love that they can see
makes a difference
that changes the world