Three Evenings Ago We Stopped ... For Eggs But In Parking Lot Realized.....Our Funds Were At Home...

Three evenings ago...Sunday evening on our way home from a long day of many stops, errands and appointments...

So many stops that I was not able to write my usual journal that I write as we travel.

Typically I make note of time we leave and odometer reading as we leave home, when we fill our gasoline tank, and make each significant stop for what ever reason including any details of observation that we consider spiritually significant...beautiful or the opposite extreme something out of the normal every day occurrences that is either remarkably refreshing or just unbelievably shocking.

I usually document such journal with photographs of whatever we observe, the sweet, the kind as well as the shocking ugly.

Had been out most of the day; we started with holy Mass at my childhood school church of Saint Mathias and celebrated with the community there honoring the Catholic graduates of all schools in the area with a lunch that was served in "The Big Room" as I called it when I was a Kindergarten & First Grade student there.

We had a tremendous amount of fun, getting to hear the youth talk about their ambitions, met several new people and heard many stories from some willing to share.

I even after lunch as I crocheted around lace intended as a shall for Holy Communion received an honor from young girls who asked me "What are you knitting?"  

I received the opportunity to talk to them about crocheting and wearing head coverings for Holy Mass.

We met several new people who we hope we hear from having given them my card and or William's.

 We had originally hoped to remain south of Lake to visit Holy Name for a second Sunday Holy Mass because we had not been to Holy Mass there since returning to Louisiana and it once was our home parish...and Fr Eddie, our friend and pastor pre-Katrina was assigned or scheduled for that Mass.

But the day was hot and William tired...we began across the Lake Pontchartrain and though I wanted to go back to Holy Name after so many years...we saw how it was good we did not remain that day...

The sky opened after we were on the 25 mile bridge enjoying the quiet calm of the lake till then.

It was once back on the Northshore that we began making all of our stops non-stop...

William actually found his rain check for the large package of double roll toilet paper tissue from when K-Mart ran out on their first day of their sale weeks before.

Just as waiting to be given the rain check was a chore dealing with all of the hostile, jealous rude cashier girls...particularly the ones with tattoo's.

They hope that with their childhood antics and not simply doing their job when you first approach and make your request...they hope with all their hoopla pretending to be busy with something else that must be done first....that you will be discouraged and leave without what you came for.

The loneliness suffered all over in every city and town causes jealousy that my William & I do all things together...we go to Holy Mass, to Bible Study Classes....to Prayer Groups and Lunch Programs...walking in neighborhoods or sitting on benches in the park taking turns reading either scripture or from books on MIRACLES to each other written by many different authors.

This breeds jealousy & hate within many towards us who could choose to do the same with their own wives or sweet hearts.

All want God's best but few willing to purposely choose the same that we choose but then are angry at us for having chosen that which we chose...that they could choose too...

But to do so means they have to walk away from something they will not let go...often it is a false responsibility they have created for years and they do not want any one to find out that all this time they have hidden behind false games...they think that that would be dishonoring themselves.

So we waited out again the rararaw...yaya...to purchase out large Double Roll T-Paper pack then back on the road, made several other stops not anxious to return to the socially rough tough and HOT...VERY HOT Ponchatoula. that we call home for now....rents are never permanent...but just for a season.

We never no how long or short each season shall be...we simply embrace what befalls us with Faith and a kind embrace with a smile on our face.

Some here may take this word "embrace" to expect me to hug them physically with my arms...NO!

My husband is the only one whose hand I hold or hug or who holds me...I mean I embrace life with kindness...weirdly it is this kindness that makes every one's backs go up in hostile jealousy...they want me to notice them...

But I and my husband only respond to those who speak plainly, greet us appropriately....we never acknowledge any one's game playing.

So we stopped several places along our way including the Goodwill in Mandeville where we found & bought a much needed pair of more comfortable chairs.

Having been sitting in the same canvas camp chairs since shaking Carolina dust at the end of February 2012...these old canvas chairs have been busting for quite some time.

We enjoyed the slow way home not the speeding Interstate, but stlll William pulled over several to many times to let HELL moving drivers FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY by to their own deaths.

"See your death in the newspaper in the morn..." and we simply let not their hurry break our tranquil heart....the peace found in Jesus that we linger in near HIS waters.

And before we reached home we stopped at Bohnings for a dozen eggs to find the cash we had carried we had either given at church or spent through the day....William says...my checkbooks...I must have left them....I'll have to go home & come back out...

I insisted no God is on time and is efficient.  We will prayerfully seek & find it here...in our vehicle these things need sorting anyway and believe God for there to be a One Day Sale on eggs!

So yes not only did both William & I find a quarter here, a dime in different coat pockets and flip compartments on doors and in the back of our Bloody RED Montana van...WE found other items we had mis-placed too...

All because I refused to waste the time and gasoline for him to go home & return based on the fact that God is efficient and forgets not any detail...we choose to seek and find what be Faith we knew HE would give...

God is angered by waste of any kind any size small or large....for when all the tiny fragments are gathered multitudes can be fed!

Amen