I planned and executed (with the help of my precious and sneaky youngest 3) a marvelous surprise birthday party for my Honey this past Saturday. He’s reasonably easy to be sneaky with because he’s very trusting. I often tell him that if I were a woman of less integrity, I could get away with SO VERY MUCH… He never even had a clue and seeing the look on his beautiful face when he walked through the door while 70+ of his favorite peeps screamed, “SURPRISE!!!!” was just about as perfect as it gets.
Yesterday I helped coordinate a women’s network luncheon at church and it went off without a hitch. My friend, Tamera, spoke beautifully and the food was pure yumminess from La Madeline. I watched several women reach out and connect in such lovely ways. It was beautiful.
The past couple of weeks have been FULL of extra work days, extended insomnia, and loads of fun meetings with friends. I recall noticing that my throat was a little scratchy last Thursday and I was fighting off a 3 day migraine along with it, but I just kept moving through, because there just wasn’t time to do much about it. I had things to do, places to go, a husband to surprise! So, yesterday, as soon as the luncheon was over and I walked through my front door, I realized I felt beat up. My tickle turned into a croupy cough in less than an hour. I was suddenly exhausted even though I had gotten 9 hours of sleep the night before. So, I’ve been in bed for nearly an entire day. My throat and chest feel worse, but I feel more centered and less beat up. Sometimes, He slows us down in such inconvenient ways…
because, in my case, it’s the only way I will listen.
Some of the best things have happened in my family in recent months. We are in such a great season. An old friend of mine, who turned out not to be much of a friend at all, once shared this sage advice, sprinkled with a bit of profanity: Enjoy the good times that you go through, because the %$&* times are coming!
I had spent way too much of what should have been joyful seasons, fretting about what was coming next or even believing on some level that if I enjoyed myself too much, God would punish me because I didn’t deserve to have joy.
So, the lesson He has been renewing in my life is to BE in this season of joy with my family. Celebrate. Give exuberant thanks. Praise Him for this blessed season. I know the junk is coming, as well as more beauty, and worrying about what’s next will do nothing to prevent anything bad from happening. It will, however, steal the joy of this season. I’m also a firm believer in praising Him in the dark times and I believe the joyful times fill me up in a way that makes it easier to walk through trials with faith.
Our world is crazy right now. Two Black men were waiting for a third man to join them at Starbucks. The barista called the police because they hadn’t ordered anything… yet. Several White patrons stated that the men were never asked to order or leave or even spoken to. They also stated that the men had done nothing wrong. The police arrested both men, taking them out in handcuffs, as the friend they were waiting for showed up. WHAT IN THIS CRAZY WORLD?!?!?!?!
I’ve gone to many coffee joints and seen multiple peeps on their computers for HOURS, never ordering anything OR ordering only a $1.50 cup of coffee. I meet with friends regularly and wait for them before I get my chai or whatever. I have NEVER in several decades of being white, been asked to leave, to order, or had the police called on me. Never.
The sadder thing is that Starbucks had a similar incident in Redondo Beach just this morning. You can watch it here: starbucks-accused-racism-yet-new-video-surfaces . Now, if I’m honest with you, I probably go to Starbucks twice a year. I’m very much a “support local” kinda girl, but now I can assure you I won’t be going there at all. We have to support the disenfranchised with our dollars. It’s the most effective way to make your voice heard.
Lastly, there’s this Cohen-Hannity debacle. What in the world?! As I begin to process this news, I have a few random thoughts…
It makes so much more sense now that Hannity has been almost obsessive in his support of Trump and his constant criticism of the FBI’s raid of Cohen’s files. Those two know Hannity’s dirt.
I’m not sure why Cohen is called “the fixer” when he clearly is not.
If Cohen was “fixing” the same stuff for Hannity as he has for his only two other clients (Trump and Broidy), then that gives “Fox & Friends” a whole new meaning.
Hannity is claiming that he only told Cohen things as a friend. So, why did Cohen keep files on his friend? If it was just friendly conversation, there is no attorney-client privilege, correct? Yet, Hannity says that there is. Pick a side, Sean.
What a day!