Random Thoughts

There are so many people that are dead that are not in cemeteries. Many people are walking around but they have never begun to live.  Many people go to work and home and that may be it. We need to find something that gives us passion and lean into that. What makes you happy?

Through the years, my heart has been pain and suffering but we can also see the glimmer of hope and love.

A chaplain bends down and plays with a little girl, in a shelter after loosing their home.

A staffing person needs to talk about all the stress they are experiencing, so we go outside to talk. Later she reveils that her mother states that she needs to get some of her comfort food, beans and rice. I have to meet with people from a local church. I stop off at a store and buy a can of beans, some rice cups, sofrito, sazon and adobo. She thinks that I may have some Puerto Rican blood in me.

My first fire, with a disaster group, I sit at the feet of a woman that was burned out of her home. Later, her priest comes by and talks with the members of his congregation.

I work with a family, who were lucky to escape the fire in their house. They lost everything but have each other. They are from an area that I know all too well, because it is between the house my family lived in, when they first came to this country, and where my mother grew up

I sleep in a cot, in a staff shelter, with over a hundred people. I sleep after working all day in the office and all evening working with others, that sleep in the same shelter. I shower before I go to sleep, so that I can be the first one up and out.

You were my little man. Sometimes my shadow. Sometimes my mini me.

We held hands and kisses goodbye. Saying goodbyes always hurt inside

The sun turned around and you grew.. You borrowed clothes from me.

We no longer held hands and no longer kissed goodbye. The time apart hurt less.

The sun turned around and you grew. You were no longer in my life.

The judge and you mother saw to it. You were an ache in my heart because I still loved you.

The sun turned around and you grew. You are your own man or so you think.

You now resent me and talk about me through all that your mother wanted you to believe.

The sun keeps turning. The years keep going.

You will believe what you want and never find out the truth. 

You will never know how much I loved you.

The sun keeps turning. Where did it all go? 

I will not be allowed near your wedding or even meet your wife.

We will never kiss goodbye even at the end of my life.

The sun keeps turning. He looks for his father. 

Everyone has kept him out and now it is too late.

Goodbye.

People come in and out of our life, for reasons that we cannot figure out. But maybe later on, we will be able to see the impression that they have left on our lives.

We walked hand in hand, heart in heart. We may not be around each other for years but the impression that you left on my heart, nobody else can leave.

The beep of the heart monitor. The enemy tries once more but God uses this time for me to talk with people around me, about what He has done and is doing in my life and how much He loves them.

Lord, I am glad that you saved me. I know that You have work for me to do. I continue to be broken but You keep finding a way to use me and You keep sending me. I do not know how many people You will effect, by using me, only You know. I am Your servant.

People sitting in wheelchairs, rolling down the hall, missing being able to be up and moving, but they are still people with stories

Love is a powerful thing. It can turn someone's life around. How powerful a hug? We need them every day.