....i drove and stayed at my grandmother's, and had some extremely fortunate events propel me further south to Dallas, where i then met a good friend of mine [DT, are you reading this?] Doc Holliday the Magnanimous Mastermind. Ok, i know, you're not a space engineer. This man definitely understands me....when i got on facebook he was bewildered at the length of my 'information' section and recently asked for a 'cliff's notes' version of my blog. I think it would go something like:
March 2 - Dach...i'm at Pepperdine
March 3 - hey DT, there's a big ocean out here.
March 4 - i'm sleeping in Colorado....
March 12 - i'm catching lots of fish
March 13 - no, really, DT, they are actual FISH....i'm not woman-hunting like you always try to insinuate even when i'm like reading a book in a library or something
March 14 - seriously!?!? i'm in an actual boat....reeling in rainbow trouts of all sizes!
Well you get the picture. He thinks i'm girl-crazy because i talk about women...like...at all. The truth is, he is the mastermind between the two us, not me, and if ladies were more observant, they'd be clamoring to go out on the town with him even though he finds them to be the most mysterious and fascinating things in the world [zip it...i know you do].
You know the quiet person that if you pay attention, you realize knows more than most everyone in the room. Yea, that's him. But he's too humble and diligent for his own good, i think...and women usually gravitate toward the most loud and boisterous specimens among us carnivores....but that is another subject and blog post....
then i went and stayed at the same place i had last time i was in Dallas. it hadn't changed much, the remodeling has been on hold for quite a while. i learned a lot in just a few hours--about how far i had come. about how gracious God is to bring me mercy, and growth, and grace. you see, when i lived there a short year ago.....i felt like the house.
You know...foundation in need of repair, carpet non-existent. Working appliances, but a hole in the closet wall and a wall-less room in one corner of the house. A storage room that was nicer than the living room, but the potential to turn the entire thing into something wonderful.
And i realized, as Tim Allen the Consistent and Dependable Construction Worker and i drank all flavors of coffee, that God has indeed turned something desolate and run-down and abandoned into something of value, worth, and in parts--beauty. He is the great master mechanic of the soul, and somehow knows just what is needed to rebuild our lives when we've lost them amidst the swirling seas of strife or simply lost it all--and abandoned hope.
You see, CW is not really Tim Allen. He's smart, capable, and a man who cares for people, purely and simply. He's a man who's been through hell....at least twice, i'm pretty sure, but you wouldn't know it, because he greets you with a smile and asks how you're doing. And he really means it. He just cares about people, not for what they can do for him, but just because they are breathing. Because God made them.
God used CW and DT in my life in ways they, nor i, may not ever understand.
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