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Two Words

Yesterday morning I was up bright and early.  I had to go in for the first of two days of teacher training.

As is my routine when I’m getting ready in the morning, I turned on the radio.  I have it set to Family Life Radio, a Christian radio station.

The morning show is done by Peter and Shannyn, and one of the topics that came up was Shannyn’s family reunion that she had attended the week before.

She shared the story of one member of her very large, extended family…members of whom had traveled to the U.S. from many remote locations.  The particular family member she talked about was a young man…I think she said he was around the age of nine.  He’s deaf and can hear only the slightest sounds with the help of hearing aids.

She said that when they gathered together for a moment, he touched the cross she was wearing on her necklace.  He, too, was wearing a cross, and he said two words while pointing to them…”Same heart.”

Shannyn explained that these were the only two words he spoke the entire weekend.

They were profound, and my eyes filled with tears as Shannyn ended her story.

When you have a relationship with the Lord…when you believe in His Son, Jesus Christ, you enter into a family where the conversation doesn’t have to be filled with many words.  In fact, the love we share for our Lord transcends all languages because it stems from one place…the heart.

It’s such a simple concept but one that packs a powerful punch.

We Christians have the same heart, and it doesn’t matter where we live, what language we speak, or what cultural differences we have.

In the end, we speak the language of God’s love.

I doubt I’ll ever forget this touching lesson.

The Plan

Hola Everyone!

Although I’ve been fairly quiet this summer, I know that I went on an even drier writing spell last week.  That’s because the Mr. and I went on vacation!  I’ll be posting more about that in days to come.

For tonight’s post, I thought I’d share a little plan that he and I have devised.

It all started a couple of weeks ago when we were eating out at Chilis.

We eat out often.  I just don’t cook much.  It’s in our budget, and it works well with our opposite eating styles.

Anyhoo…

We always eat in the bar area.  It’s first-come, first-serve seating in the booths and tables around the bar, and we like being able to watch the sports on the televisions in this area.

The last time we were there, we sat ourselves in a booth and began our regular conversation…”How was work, how many naps did you take today…”

Suddenly, we became aware of a conversation going on in the booth behind us.

We tried not to eavesdrop, but the ladies sitting there was very loud.

I’m just going to tell you that certain conversations belong in the privacy of a home…or some other private place.

I couldn’t help but feel badly for one of the girls who was obviously very upset as she described her breakup with a guy who had cheated on her.

The Mr. excused himself to go to the restroom.

That’s when I heard the upset girl say, “”I miss him being in my bed.”

Oh my goodness.

What a fine dining experience (rolling my eyes).

Tonight, we went back to Chilis and sat in a booth on the other side of the one in which the boyfriend-breakup venting had occurred.  I guess that must be a booth that is specially reserved for entertainment because it did not let us down.

Once again, the Mr. and I were engrossed in our own catching up when the conversation behind us crept in our awareness.

We heard it all, let me tell you…people going to liquor stores, more relationship problems, and gripes about a church not feeding, spiritually, the young lady despite her being very involved in the church and tithing (perhaps she needs to examine her personal relationship with the Lord????).  The woman then proceeded to give advice to a patron sitting behind her.  Yes, that really happened.

Oy vey!

All we wanted was to eat a dinner that someone else had prepared!  We really did try to mind our own business, but sometimes people are SO LOUD!!!!

We did chuckle and decided that we are going to concoct a great story, sit in one of those booths, and act it out for all to hear…just for comedic affect.

If you happen to be sitting behind us, we apologize in advance.