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Little Girl Dreams

As a little girl, I had a lot of dreams about the future. 

Some of them were pretty silly, but hey!  Little girls get to be silly.

I wanted to be a missionary, a teacher, a  stewardess, a nurse, a mother, a go-go dancer, a ballerina, an actress.  I wanted to be on American Band Stand and I wanted to marry Elvis... and then I wanted to marry Mickey Dolenz of "The Monkees" fame even though everyone else was in love with Davy Jones.

This dates me, but one of the most popular songs and one of my favorites as a small child was Doris Day's

"Que Sera, Sera"

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not …


I'm done.
Done waiting for something to happen. Done waiting for life to happen.
Done thinking that I am going to accomplish 'great things' for God.
Done with myself.
I am a member of the body. Each member has its own function. My function is to study the Word of God and to share it with others.     
Other people have their own function within the body. It is theirs. Mine is not the same as theirs. Theirs is not the same as mine.
They are all equally important.
If God wants me to share it with one other or with a million others, that's up to Him.
I have been waiting around for something amazing to happen. Waiting for God to open a door for ministry that would launch me out there.
I read blogs of others wishing I could write like them.
I hear stories of others ministries and wish I had one of my own.
Missionaries send reports and I want to go where they are.
I have been discontent... wanting what others have.
He just wants me to study and learn and share. It already happened and the me…

Bad Burger - Lesson Learned

At a local fast food place this evening, the young lady behind the register asked if she could help me and I began telling her my order.

While I was giving her my order, my cashier kept looking at the person next to me who was also placing her order with another cashier.

My young distracted cashier wasn't focused on me or what I was saying. I repeated my order to her at least 3 times all the while wondering if she was high on something.

When my meal was ready, of course it was not right. I returned it twice and on the third remake of my burger, it was still wrong.

I just shook my head and accepted that my fate this evening was to have a pretty bad burger.

It made me appreciate when I do get good service.

My rambling thoughts about this lack of personal attention landed right on my heart later  in the evening.

I attended a meeting tonight where a young lady was teaching about worship. She asked the group "what is worship"? A few people answered…