.... last weeks events left me feeling like a darn broke blues singer on the corner out in the rain, with a one string guitar, and hole in my sock and my big toe peaking through.... the operative word in the sentence is "broke," on so many levels:
- broke pockets
- broke focus
- broke motivation
- broke spirit
Living on "Doubt Boulevard...." I was just about to send out invitation to my own pity party (where I would of been the only attendee), when I decided to but the "breaks" on all this brokenness, and mend me back up, you know "Lively Up Myself!" Taking the damn blazing hot microscope off me, and think about others who got bigger shit going on in their life, to take quote from an episode on "Pensacola Wings of Gold" (don't ask, I worked in Television, I had no choice) when dude was arguing with his self-centered girlfriend, this quote best fit me: "Yo, Real Things are Happening to Real People, It's not about You right now!" Well that's what a voice said to me loud and clear, as I scratched the needle up off my own "unproductive" broken record, and decided to switch the tune. I also decided to stop listening to the same broken record some friends have been playing at their own pity parties as well, instead I'll pray for them, as I pray for my darnself... (see Romans 7:21, to see what I'm talking about...) Anyhoo after church, a couple of girlfriends and I, each decided to cook a dish, and take it out on the street and feed the homeless (and evacuees). I made catfish, red beans and rice, salmon and rice, and broccoli. One home girl made sausage, peppers and onions, rice, and mixed veggies, the other baked a pound cake from scratch (my hat tips off to her, I'm a "box" kind of girl).
We hit up a shelter than headed to a park, where one lil white lady sat knitting, I asked if she was hunger, she said "a little" I was just about to tell her options, when she just took the plate, as started eating right there, next thing I knew folks were lining up at my homegirl's jeep like they knew were coming. We ran out of food and still had folks in line...They were humble, and grateful, and sat down right there and ate, they didn't even ask us, what was in the styrofoam containers, now I don't know if that was trust, or just straight hunger, but I know it taught me a lesson, if I'm going to doubt anything, doubt my limits.
All in all I had a be-e-a-u-ti-FULL day. Peace! Beddy Bye I go Zzzzzz.....
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Damn YOU!
I'm hungry again....
Time for a bowl of "Lucky Charms" they're magically delicious!
See you on the Show!