Mundane Light Bulbs

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I’m getting ready to jump on a call with two gentlemen about payroll. We sometimes think the creative process doesn’t include boring things like that, but I think the mundane can be a powerful time for creation.

Now I’m dreading going to MARTA for Carey’s car. I just ate lunch, and I sat back down to finish this post, and I’m being encouraged by Wayfm. I just texted Carey a question asking her if MARTA takes debit cards now because if they do I don’t have to go to the ATM to get cash. I’m eating a little bowl of Jelly Bellies, and I’m waiting her response.

The thing about grief, boredom and fear is that they don’t give you warning. They show up between your ears with no fanfare. I was eating my lunch, and as I gazed across the street at our elderly neighbor her brother arrived. Wayfm was piping through my phone, and the Spirit began to lift the burden of grief for my father-in-law and the fear of going to MARTA. Our neighbor’s brother comes sometimes to take her to the doctor, and since he’s a bit more mobile than she is he’ll take the trash out and check the mail. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, and it always puts a smile on my face. We’ve lived here since 2006, and she has been an incredible neighbor to us. Chloe frequently goes over to visit with her.

There’s nothing quite like getting your mind off suffering and fear like serving others.

I don’t know what you’re going through, but I suspect you don’t have a perfect world either.

Thank you dear ones for reading.

Grace and peace.

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