If It Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It

“Maybe Daddy is sick, Mommy, can we call him and see if he’s okay?”

“Don’t be stupid, you big baby, Dad probably got drunk and that’s why he’s not coming to pick us up.”

Sure, baby girl, you can call your daddy later, why don’t you go watch your program and let me talk to your brother.”

“But, mom, she’s just being a baby, you know dad is not going to come for us, she needs to grow up!”

“Son, one day you are going to want and need someone to think the best of you even, if it’s not true. That’s not naive optimism; that’s your little sister’s gift of always seeing the good in people, especially the ones she loves. God made her that way, let her be.”

What is in focus  to you?

See Beyond


My Chair

Today is the day and I am glad for it.

I will walk in and be met with surprise, warm embraces and happy greetings. I will give brief updates to most as I make my way around the room to give all a personal greeting.

Then I will get to her and she will say in a Texan drawl, “We missed you, girl, glad to see you, glad to have you back.” And I will reply, “it’s good to be back and it’s good to be seen.”

Then we will settle down and return to our places. And I will sit in my chair. It is an average, older chair, green upholstery with wooden arms and fairly comfortable. But everyone knows that this is my chair. This is where I sit when I am here and where I have sat for the past four years.

My chair, where I have a place and where I belong.