Let There Be Light.

 Let There Be Light.

 

Doesn’t seem that a person can really get to know someone else until they get a chance to meet face to face. Understanding how someone else thinks and maybe why can be somewhat difficult unless questions are asked and answered. So, getting to meet one of the folks who enjoys our online fellowship has been a very real enlightening experience today. Julia Davis lives in Florida. She came to Bowie, TX to help her good friend Lexie during her surgery. And today this old woman drove to Bowie to sit down and visit with this very special lady. Neat hardly describes it! Seeing pictures and listening in on conversations is definitely helpful, but not anything like sitting down with coffee and a bite to eat.

 

Julia got to see some of Texas’ worst drivers. Seems the men and women who parked those 250 engines over, betweenish, and beyond the parking lines had horses on their minds. Got there before 8 this morning and had a few thoughts about those big rigs. At least most of them parked their horse trailers out on the highway—or in the back forty behind the motel. Best Western lived up to its name today. Seems this happens about once a month. Who knew?! Anyway, leaving Julia’s room, five children with sleeping bags accompanied two women into the hall to go down the elevator. Just don’t like that much of a crowd, so the old woman took the stairs. Worked out well. Took me right to the truck.

 

Realized on the way to Bowie that this is the first time driving by myself since well before the “pandemic.” Had driven to Henrietta      several times while sister-in-law Anne was in the process of leaving this life to move on, but that is only about a 25 to 30 minute drive. Bowie is about an hour or less, depending on traffic, wind, and wakefulness. Couldn’t sleep last night, so left early and stopped by Wally World for a sandwich and a bottle of something to drink that was not just plain water or not something full of sugar and caffeine. Bai water flavored like watermelon is super!

 

This time of year, the buffalo beans are blooming along the roads the same as the bluebonnets. The big difference is that the buffalo beans smell like Grape Nehi. Delicious! Lewis used to want them to grow in our yard. The year he died, he wanted me to plant some for him. They are now about to take one little corner of the front yard. Wishing he had been able to stay in this life, but maybe it was for the best that he not live to see the events of the past several years. It occurred to me that these flowers will be here long after our bones have rejoined the dirt to help the ground mix with more calcium and whatever chemicals remain. Nothing goes to waste eventually. Someday even the stupid plastics, oils, chemical poisons and other assorted garbage will decompose or become a renewable source of energy. Like a fallen tree, nothing is wasted beyond the words we think are so important. Or the opinions we hold. For some stupid reason, we seem to think our “self” is the most important element of being a person. It is too easy to be “self” centered, self-assured, and selfish. We have a spirit that means much more in God’s eyes. He gave it to us. Learning to live with that spirit the way He intends is much more important than anything that has or ever will happen to us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.