Tired on this Thursday...

Yes. I am. Seem to have so much on my mind. Someone very dear experienced a deep loss Tuesday. Nancy, a member of my writers' group lost her companion of over 20 years, from lung cancer. When we had out last meeting Nancy shared he wasn't doing so well. I prayed good health would return. On Tuesday, good health did return-----he went Home.

So much on my mind. Being patient in the journey God has me on. Impatience of getting this house how I want it decorated--paint, flooring, new kitchen appliances---oh, and a big screen TV for football. Being patient in the journey God has me on...oh, I just said that--the patience in my professional and personal life.

How I should utilize the gifts He's given me for His good. And I'm not. How to be patient for the man He's chosen for me. That Man and I have been through so many valleys, I'm surprised we've not drown in a flood.

I look at my cats. Comfy cozy by my feet. They seem to know when there's things on my mind--like now. They're always around then. Other times? Too busy watching the birds.

I look at my life. He's blessed me. I owe Him. I need to show I can do what's been laid out for me. Why am I parked in neutral?

Then I think of Nancy. She lost her first husband after many years of marriage. Then she met Bob. This woman is so strong. We all say we want to be like her when we finally grow up. Heck, we want to be like her NOW. Even with this loss, she told us she looks forward to our next meeting in a couple weeks.

Me too.

Headlines....What's Love Got to Do With It?

I watched a bit Meredith’s interview, this morning on Today, with a long-together married couple with children. To me, the couple were so into each other. They held hands. The way the wife gazed at her man. When the husband admitted he got embarrassed when she praised him, and cut her off. And when she repeated, ‘I am proud of you.” He beamed. They’ve been through a lot these past few months, including just recently. You knew the husband was tired of questions about clergy. The wife held her man’s hand throughout. That was nice.

Oh, and did I say the husband just happens to be running for president?

Barack and Michelle Obama. Good to them together. To talk. To share. I liked it.

Whatever happens in November, history’s paint is already over the pages.

A black man and a woman—two of most oppressed groups in our nation’s history—are on the cusp of holding the highest post in the land. A land, that once upon a time, sold his ancestors as if they were livestock. Forbid him to be a man. A land that still didn’t permit her vote until the 20th century and still doesn’t have a paycheck as much as her male counterpart.

History is being made.

Today, I saw a couple, despite their experiences-good and bad- are still into each other.

That was nice.