2 Coffee Shops In 1 Afternoon-Life In The Fast Lane

Yesterday was a big day for me. It was a day of living large and boldly going where I have not gone for a year, cue Star Trek theme. πŸ™‚

Life is opening up in my city. Yesterday I went to a coffee shop in the early afternoon to meet some friends. We sat outside because it was such a nice day. That is my state for you. 3 weeks ago record cold temperatures and yesterday it was 70 degrees F, 21 C. I made a new friend named Winston. He is a very friendly dog. πŸ™‚

Then I went to one of my normal hangouts for coffee shops to sit inside, drink some Moroccan Mint Iced Tea and work some more on my book. As I chatted with the manager, she told me she was trying to decide what delivery food to order. A prompting in my spirit led me to go next door and get her an order of nachos. Of course I got one for me too.

When I gave her the nachos, she smiled and said, “moments like this make me think God exists.” I could not resist saying, “He does exist, By the way did you know I am a part-time pastor?” She laughed saying she loved it.

That kind of day would have been a normal Saturday for me before the pandemic. But yesterday felt like I was living in the fast lane. πŸ™‚

How is your weekend?

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Hamburgers and Deep Conversation- Episode 3

Yesterday after my morning class, I enjoyed lunch with my friend from Bosnia again. Of course we met for hamburgers which are his favorite. I keep forgetting to take a picture of the actual burger I eat, so the one from pixels will have to suffice. πŸ™‚

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The first I said when I sat down was, “my morning class is now on break.” One change we noticed was how full the restaurant was. When we met two weeks ago, there were only a few tables being used. Yesterday all of the tables were full. The COVID situation has improved that much in my city. We talked about how life seems to slowly be getting back to normal in my city.

He told me his sister-in-law is coming to visit for a week, so I sent a message to him and his wife saying, “Next Tuesday will be warm and sunny a perfect day to go to the Outlet Mall and walk around for 8 hours for the three of you.” I send fun messages like that all the time. Then I looked up and said, “You are so lucky to have me helping you.” We laugh a lot when we get together.

So my break started off by having lunch with a friend at the same restaurant that was my last public outing last year when the pandemic hit. It was a life comes full circle moment.

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Hamburgers and Deep Conversation- The Sequel

Last Saturday I shared about a Friday lunch of hamburgers with my friend from Bosnia and our discussion about what we wished we knew before the pandemic hit.

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Yesterday it was back to the same restaurant to meet with one of the pastors from my church for lunch. I ate the same burger, but side note he paid. That always makes lunch taste better. πŸ™‚

As we talked, it dawned on me that due to receiving the first dose of the vaccine Thursday, and scheduled for the second dose in four weeks, it is time to think about restarting aspects of my ministry that have been shut down for a year. The light is on at the end of the tunnel it seems.

When I first met this pastor, he was in elementary school. His father is one of the pastors at my church. I began going to my church in 1994. He has grown to become a wonderful Christian leader and pastor. He is married and has a baby girl. It was great to reconnect after a year of not seeing each other in person.

My ministry is reaching out to and sharing the love of Jesus with refugees and immigrants living in my city. There are also international aspects of it due to my travels in the past and people I have known moving elsewhere such as Brazilian livings in Winnipeg.

I confided in my friend that I have felt guilty at times for receiving my monthly support check without actually fulfilling my ministry due to the shutdown. He reminded me that the same is true of all missionaries. There are some who cannot return to the countries where they have ministry because of COVID.

So the boy I met 26 years ago is now a pastor who ministered to me over burgers. Life changes πŸ™‚

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Blogs I Follow Part 4

February is Black History Month in the USA and in honor of that, I felt I wanted to share the blogs of some bloggers who are special to me for various reasons. I hope you take the time to check out their blogs if you have not already. This will be a series of posts.

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Mercy of herrychiccounsels.com. She was my first little sister in Africa. I love her posts as she shares her faith.

Chandra of Pics and Posts at iamchandralynn.com. Chandra writes about a variety of topics. I enjoy her posts and learn from them.

Hannah of CoC-Get Fit at hannahmvanid.com. She is one of my UK friends who joins Blogger Chat on Saturdays. She shares her faith and writes wonderful poems in her blog.

Cynthia of cynthiaswarroomhome.blog. She is one of my little sisters living in Africa. She shares her faith in her blog.

Wellness Wednesday- Being A Safe Place for Others

Yesterday I was talking with one of my colleagues at the school where I teach in the mornings. She is a young woman and does wonderful work with the children who have difficult lives. Her grandfather is elderly and in hospice care now. It is only a matter of days until he passes away.

As she was sharing with me, her eyes teared up. She apologized for it. I asked her to not apologize or feel she needs to hide her feelings. I shared with her that I understand what she is going through and if she ever needs a listening ear, just let me know.

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We all need a safe space, safe friends, a safe place especially now during this pandemic. Everything is heightened now for our emotions, stress, etc. We need safe places to land.

Jesus is definitely a safe person for us to come to and confide in about what we are going through. He invites us to do so in Matthew 11:

“Come to me,Β all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.Β Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,Β for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.Β For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

My hope is to continue to be a safe place, a safe person, for others as we continue to go through this pandemic. We all need connection with others. I love this song A Safe Place to Land. Please listen to it and think about if you can be a safe place.

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Bloggers I Follow Part 2

February is Black History Month in the USA and in honor of that, I felt I wanted to share the blogs of some bloggers who are special to me for various reasons. I hope you take the time to check out their blogs if you have not already. This will be a series of posts.

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Heather of madeofstill.com. She shares her faith in her blog and also in her vlog on YouTube. She immigrated from Kenya. I appreciate her insights.

Georgetta of journeythroughlifeministries.com. She is a mom and grandmother. She shares her faith in her blog she shares with her husband. I enjoy her posts.

Beverley of becomingtheoilandthewine.com. She shares her faith in her blog. She lives in the Caribbean. She has overcome many difficulties in life through her faith in Jesus.

Nickay of thepinkravynwrites.wordpress.com is Beverley’s daughter. She shares interesting information about African cultures, issues affecting our Black friends, and she is a writer.

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Bloggers I Follow Part 1

February is Black History Month in the USA and in honor of that, I felt I wanted to share the blogs of some bloggers who are special to me for various reasons. I hope you take the time to check out their blogs if you have not already. This will be a series of posts.

Photo by ATC Comm Photo on Pexels.com

Dawn of drawingclosertochrist.com. She is the first blogger I called little sister. I love her heart for Jesus. Something that impressed me about her is that she left sunny warm Florida to return to Virginia so she could be closer to her mom. By doing so she is able to help her mom.

Temi of christianmommas.com. Her life story is amazing of coming the the USA as an international student, then joining the U.S. Army, and then becoming a U.S. Citizen. She is working on her Phd, raising two boys, one a toddler and one a baby, and is married. She wrote a wonderful book A Christian Mother’s Creed. I call her my daughter. πŸ™‚

Brenda of becominghistapestry.com. She is such godly woman and has raised two daughters with her husband. Her daughters are in college now. Her posts are both amusing and faith inspiring. At times she posts pictures of her shopping hauls. I think she is a shopaholic. πŸ™‚ We joke with each other.

Deandra of Imago Dei at deandrahurst.com is another blogger who I call little sister. She shares her faith and her struggles. She is a single mom. She has not posted for a while, so I am hoping my readers will visit her blog and it encourages her to continue with blogging. πŸ™‚

I will share more tomorrow. Please check out these bloggers if you have not already. If you do, you will be blessed.

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

Keeping My Title of The Worst Cook

Yesterday my little sister in Jesus Alicia shared a post about burnt toast and how she burns things when she cooks- Burnt Toast.

After reading her post, I felt like the challenge had been cast as to who is the worst cook in our Blogger Chat Group. So this morning in Blogger Chat, we each shared stories of our cooking.

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Alicia’s stories were fairly impressive, so it was time to assert myself as the worst cook in the group. I did not want to lose my title to some wanna be bad cook. πŸ™‚ lol

A few examples I shared:

Once I thought I would make a low calorie version of chocolate ice cream by mixing cocoa power with cottage cheese. It did not turn out well.

Another time I was tired and did not want to go buy food. I looked in my kitchen and saw that I only had Minute Rice, a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jelly. I thought to myself, ‘rice is kind of like bread, I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. So I mixed the peanut butter and jelly with the rice.

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After we each shared cooking stories, it was time for the poll for who is the worst cook. I am proud to say it was an overwhelming LANDSLIDE victory for me. I received 85% of the vote. I think Alicia’s daughter cast the only vote for Alicia, so we can throw that one out because she is only 15 and in America according to the Constitution only citizens 18 and over can vote.

Alicia you may claim your far distant second place if you wish, but know that the title of worst cook remains with me. πŸ™‚

So dear readers, rest assured that I have retained my title of the worst cook. By the way, I am available to cook for anyone in their home. πŸ™‚

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

23 Years Old and Her 1st Birthday Party Ever

My Teaching Assistant’s birthday was yesterday. She turned 23 years old. She has been a wonderful assistant and the students love her. Without her knowing, I reminded the students it was her birthday on Friday in class Wednesday because she does not join us on Wednesdays.

The moms in class got presents for her such as sweaters, a hat she can wear in summer, candy, and a Happy Birthday hat to wear during class.

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She was smiling the whole time and laughed as she opened one gift. One of the students put a small box in a box, put that in another box and so on. I think there were seven boxes total. My assistant laughed and had fun with that.

We sang Happy Birthday to her in English, Spanish and Arabic. They had cupcakes individually wrapped due to COVID protocols. It was a fun morning for my assistant and the in person students in the classroom.

I worked with the online students while my assistant and the in person students had fun.

At the end, my assistant thanked us for her first birthday party ever. I looked at her and asked if she had any as a child. She shared they did not have enough money for parties when she was a child. So at the age of 23, she had her first ever birthday party in my class.

It is important to continue to have bright spots during this pandemic and yesterday certainly was one for my assistant.

Thank you for reading. God Bless.