I am a storyteller.
These were the words I woke up to this morning.
1. a person who tells or writes stories.
2. (informal) a liar.
Down here in Texas, the only thing we like better than chewing the fat is telling a story. Much as I hate to own up to it... we also like nothing better than twistin' its tale just a tad to make it taller.
some stories are impossible to improve on.
When I began blogging 4 years ago, I had no clue what an impact it would have on my life. It never occurred to me doors would open and who would come strolling in to further enrich me. I was only concerned with expanding my business name...not my circle of friends, but in all things...God knew better. So many of y'all seeing my porch light on, came on in, found a seat, warmed my heart and became friends in the truest sense of the word. Some for the moment when I needed lifting...some for more than just a season.
His very presence, the control He has over my life, the blessings He gives me daily...all of this I'm so thankful for. His delight in knowing my heart's desires amazes me. His timing is perfect.
I don't believe in coincidences. Everything that happens...happens according to His plan...
When I was kinda-sorta planning our junk-it this past week, I tried contacting one of the special people God had placed in my life 3 years ago. She lives in the area we were going to be in and I wanted to see her...desperately! I messaged her on FB, but never got a reply. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
I was crushed, believing she didn't have time for me. Law...the pity party I threw for myself was epic! Y'all shoulda been there...
I it was quite the sight!
I love this girl like she was my own. I can't put it any simpler than that. I love her spirit, her voice, her sweet pretty face and her heart. Not getting to see her was breaking my heart, but I had to accept it wasn't going to happen...not this trip.
I had made reservations at one of those humongous casinos in the Lake Charles area for Thursday night. We're not high rollers by any stretch of the imagination, but the rooms are reasonable, restaurants numerous, and if one behaves and doesn't go all crazy gambling...fun.
(Now before y'all start raising your eyebrows at me for admitting to being at a casino, let me say...I can hide things from y'all, but never from Him. God knows everywhere I go. Fact is...He was even there with my most precious anniversary gift.)
As we sat at a floor-side table having supper, I casually looked up to see a cute guy and girl walking along the edge of the huge casino floor...her with her head down. As she glanced up, my jaw 'bout hit the floor. There was my crazy little Cajun...my Jodie walking towards me, close enough for me to reach out and touch. At first she didn't see me, but when when she did...Oh Mylanta. There I sat...pointing and crying. There she ran...laughing and asking (actually hollering) why I hadn't let her know we were coming down.
Seems she wasn't spending any time on FB or the computer and hadn't in quite a while. She hadn't read my message...her sister had talked them into coming that night for dinner...and she had no idea I'd be there.
Y'all tell me.
What were the odds of Cat Daddy and I...350 miles from home...being at that cafe..at that particular gigantic casino...at just that right moment...
what were the chances of Jodie and Thad walking past us at that same cafe...out of all the cafes at that particular gigantic casino...at just that right moment?
Yeah...that's what I think too.
He knew my heart's desire and He gave it to me...even as I sat there drinking tea in the middle of a casino. He truly is everywhere...always!
Moral to this story?
In the game of life and love...even the bookies don't bet against God.
I am a storyteller.
Now y'all get to decide which I am...
the first...or second...definition.
But remember...there are just some things in life too perfect that can't be made up...even if I tried
I cannot improve on His perfection.