Last night I realized our life is quite similiar to a television show. And just like a t.v. series the crew stays together.
We moved to the Westside, more than 20 miles away from our former home in the eastside. That isn’t far but it was far enough that folks wouldn’t just drop by, they would call first.
One of hubsters best friends since childhood lives over in Ladera, and is close enough for spur of the moment video games and golf. I was pleased with that.
Soon after we moved, my husbands childhood friend -the one that owns the clothing store- opened another store near our new neighborhood. This store is a “partnership” with two of husbands other childhood friends. So what does that mean for us? Husbands crew is now in door knock distance.
Last night one of the guys invited us to a spoken word spot next door to their store. We went and had a lot of fun. The spot was a clothing store and the owners host an art haven (fashion show, spoken word, singing, art showing, improv, share your thoughts) event once a month. It felt so Love Jones.
I’m glad we went.
The Ant and the Contact Lens: a true story.
Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite
cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather
during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope
snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. “Great”, she
thought.
“Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and
hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry.”
She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the
ledge. But it just wasn’t there.
She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She
prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.
When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her
clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm
now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not
clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible
verse “The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.”
She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know
every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is.
Please help me.”
Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the
cliff they met another party of
climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them
shouted out, “Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?”
Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the
climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of
the rock, carrying it!
The story doesn’t end there. Brenda’s father is a cartoonist.
When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the
contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with
the caption, “Lord, I don’t know why You want me to carry this thing. I
can’t eat it, and it’s awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to
do, I’ll carry it for You.”
I think it would do all of us some good to say, “God, I don’t
know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and
It’s awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will.”
