I am so very thankful I was asked to do a reading for a dear friend’s wedding on July 5th.
Honored doesn’t even come close to what I feel.
I completed a reading from the Bible. Don’t everyone faint before this post is over. Yes, I did it and I wasn’t struck down with lightning and the skies did not open and pour rain down on us. You should know those are just two of the concerns I had while preparing for the reading. (If you were at my wedding you remember how it hailed, LARGE CHUNKS, in June, in Illinois. Talk about something scary while getting married in a church!)
Brian and I have known each other for what feels like forever. When he mentioned he was getting married, I couldn’t wait to go to the ceremony. It would be my first gay wedding. SQUEEEEE! I couldn’t wait to be a part of such a momentous event in his life, in my life, in the history of the country we live in. It’s HUGE! The invite came in the mail and I had to find a date, a dress, oh — and a plane ticket!
A few days before the wedding, Brian asked if I would be willing to do a reading. I was jumping for joy and so scared at the same time. Could I do a reading in front of people I don’t know and for two men, only one of which I actually know?! Would I mess it up? How much am I going to cry? Does this mean I have to dress like a girl? Would it be from the Bible? Ahh!!!
OK, it wasn’t all that at one time — but I did think or feel all of those things at some point before I did the actual reading. I knew it would be from the Bible before he even mentioned it. That is what probably scared me the most.
No, seriously, not that I would get struck by lightning. More that I wouldn’t do the reading the justice it deserved. Religion is serious. For me, a non-religious girl, this is some of the most serious stuff there is. For Brian, I would have read anything he asked me to read at his wedding; it didn’t matter where it came from. Brian and Cody chose me to be a part of their special day — I would find my voice — for them.
1 Corinthians 12–13
But I shall show you a still more excellent way. If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, nor pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and we prophesy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
May I say — for not knowing a lot about the Bible — this couldn’t have been a more perfect reading. If you know me — you know how much I love LOVE. I love being in love, falling in love, seeing other people are in love… all that love stuff. Yes, in this respect, I am a total girl! Love is amazing.
I practiced several times before the ceremony. I read it aloud for my friend I was staying with. I practiced before the ceremony with my date. Ahhh!!! I wanted it to be perfect. Not flawless-perfect because that is absurd, but perfect for the occasion. I wanted to feel it; to know it. I needed to feel confident there were certain parts that I could look away from the paper and know what I was saying, because I felt it. I hope I did the reading justice. I know I felt the love in the air because I cried while reading it. It was — in my opinion — perfect.
Thank you, Brian and Cody, for honoring me on your special day. It will never be forgotten.
This is a post I should have made on July 6th from the airplane on my way home from Chicago. I am a bit late in posting, but it is no less heart felt.
I knew the friends I was about to see, who I hadn’t seen in 20+ years, were the best friends a person could have. We all went to grade school together. They (mostly) got to go to high school together and I moved away before freshman year. The love I feel for them is endless. We have a special bond that I have never felt with any other group of friends. I know how much they mean to me…and I was a bit nervous if they felt the same about me since I had left before those formative high school years. We weren’t able to be “The Breakfast Club” together… you know?
What I didn’t know, but did quickly learn, is that I mean the same to them. They never forgot about me. After all these years — they never forgot about little ol’ me.
They love me the same as they did when we were in 8th grade. Over the course of the night of our mini reunion I was reminded of how much I was loved and missed. I felt so comfortable, so at home, so complete. I am loved in a way I didn’t know I was missing. It is amazing what you don’t know what is missing until it is given to you. I cried a lot this weekend. Happy tears when I saw them all, then sad tears when I left. I miss these kids — My People.
You know what? 20 years later they are still the same!!! Sure, we got older, (I am not saying “grew up” because most of us are the same height we were back then) and there is more of us to love, but we are all the same deep down in our core. There is something about being in a room with your closest childhood friends and immediately being comfortable no matter how much time as passed. There are no secrets, no facades, no ‘getting to know you’ awkwardness. We simply are who we are and though many moons had passed since our last visit, we still truly know one another.
My People — Are Amazing.
If you haven’t made contact with people you think of often, I suggest you do so soon. Sure, it may have been 20 years since you last spoke, but as I learned… If you’re thinking about them, chances are, they’re thinking about you.
I know… I know.. that awful thing… Yep. I am thankful for Facebook.
Facebook has allowed me to reconnect with childhood, high school, and college friends. I found friends I lost touch with before the internet was around for public consumption.
This Fourth of July was a special one for me — of which will be posted about separately at some point — because I saw most of my people for the first time in 20 years. When did we get old enough to have known people all our lives and not have seen them for 20 years? I reconnected with my people because of Facebook. A Facebook Event was created so we could coordinate my visit and get together. If it weren’t for Facebook I am not sure how we would have been able to get back in touch with each other. How did the people of yesteryear do it? How do you write letters and hope they get there? Ahhh!!! So thankful for the technology that allows us to have Facebook.
There you have it. Whether you give FB the thumbs up or the finger, I am Thankful for Facebook.
Thank you my friends for opening your door for me this week and being willing to flex with my hectic life.
A couple nights ago I made plans with H to make dinner together. She and I haven’t seen each other in what feels like forever. I had a harvest I needed to eat or share. It was a perfect match.
S had some stuff for me and lives close to where I work. H also works closed to where S lives. We agreed to meet at S’s house for a drink, grab my things, then scoot off to dinner.
Enter a four letter word.
I ended up working 1.5 hours later than scheduled and figured I missed my opportunity to see my friends. I was locked in a room discussing some very important things and did not have my cell with me. Whoops!
I get to my desk and H has texted. S’s hubby, J, has called. I check in and they’re all still at S & J’s house and there is food! HELL YES!!! Who “lucked out” on this one?! THIS GIRL!
I zipped over to their house. The door opened, the hugs were bountiful, my heart was full. We enjoyed several hugs, laughs, great food (S is an excellent cook), stories, and that we should make plans more often.
I got home super late and MMC Racing was out cold in bed. Next time, I’ll be sure to drag him along.
Thank you my friends for always being there for me, having an open door and open arms, and for being so willing to change your schedule to fit into mine.
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I heard a speech this year (let’s call it a pre-TedTalk) about Luck. The more I listened, the more I knew wasn’t lucky — I had simply been placing myself in the right places at the right times.
I was inspired by this talk given at the RealOrators Toastmasters Club by Darlene Fenn of COHR Consulting.
If I wasn’t so curious about who was in “my chat room” on IRC back in 1997, I wouldn’t have interrogated my future husband. If I didn’t look for something different out of my college degree, I never would have gotten my first IT job at the age of 21.
I have struggled — we all know that. Hopefully I was never too negative or seemed to “down on my luck”. In me, there is almost always a smile and a will to find another way to my goal. After a year of struggling — Look at me now!
Happily married for 16 years with a Project Management job that utilizes my strong IT background.
Having what we have hasn’t been about luck — It has been about taking chances and trying on new things. Opening myself up for failure and usually “lucking out” with a big win.
Be Daring. Take Chances. Be Open.
What chances are you going to take today?
Elissa Daye , as you know is a dear friend and published author, has started Flash Fiction Fridays. I just wrote 818 words for this week’s FFF. She posted what I wrote for last week!! How cool is that???
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I’ve already gotten quite a bit of interest for Flash Fiction Fridays! I’m so excited to share them with you here. Last week, the challenge was to include the word “grass” somewhere into your story. Before I attach those stories, remember to check the bottom of this post for the next challenge.
Flash Fiction #1
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Too often, she had stared out the windows, watching the world as it passed her by. Sara felt like a child stuck on a slow motion merry-go-round that would not stop, and while the world turned quickly around her, she could not help the foggy haze that filtered everywhere around her. She was aware of the living around her as much as the dead that rose from the shadows. She longed to cross the boundaries that had shut her in, to fling her arms up into the wide open air as the…
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I am thankful for the balance I found when I needed it. I was feeling out of sorts. Couldn’t find my center. I needed to find a balance in life between the unknown of what I couldn’t control, the fear of what was coming, and the little bit that I felt I could control in my days.
Balance is the first oil I purchased for myself.
My massage therapist used it on me and I thought she was a bit crazy though her hands did amazing work. I trusted Peggy to do no harm, so I allowed her to try them on me. When I got off her massage table I felt relaxed and balanced. I can’t say that I noticed it right away, but she did. We talk now about the first few massages I had and how badly I needed them — let alone how I reacted to Balance. MMmm… Happy Thoughts.
That has been nearly two years ago, right Peggy? I hemmed and hawed over the purchase for a long time. I’m a skeptic. I fully admit it. I am a skeptic that an oil will work… until it actually works. I have had one oil that I tried not work on the discomfort I wanted it to work on. One. I think I own 15 now.
In case you’re wondering what Balance is… From doTERRA®’s site:
Everyone experiences moments of disconnectedness or anxiety. The warm, woody aroma of Balance, dōTERRA®’s grounding blend, creates a sense of calm and well-being. We perfectly blend spruce, rosewood, frankincense, and blue tansy with fractionated coconut oil to offer an enticing fragrance which promotes tranquility and a sense of balance. For aromatic or topical use.
You can look into all the Essential Oils (EOs) by doTERRA here.
Please Note: This is not an advertisement to buy this or any other doTERRA® product.
I am an Independent Product Consultant. I became a consultant because I fell in love with what the oils did for me and I wanted the buy them cheaper than retail.