Do You Need a Special Touch?

This is my friend Linda. As you can see she has friends who know how to use Photoshop. Not that I don't think she has a holy healing ministry, it just might not be in this TV evangelist form.

Linda and I have been friends for many years and we have shared many a good laugh together. Long ago in a time far away, there was Sunday night church. It wasn't the same service as the morning, it was a completely new service, just not as formal. This service had a relaxed feel for those nights of calling out your favorite hymn page number from the Hymnals in the pews. We had a group of girls that went out every Sunday night after church to the now defunct Ones a Meal on Memorial. Lots of fun and the pecan waffles were not bad. One year, the group decided to exchange Christmas gifts, but they had to be gifts we had made. Oh my, everyone but me was artsy fartsy. This was in the season of popularity of the hand painted t shirts. So I bought some sponges and if a little sponge art was good, a lot would be so much better, so one would think. We had one friend Dottie who would spill food on her outfit each week. Linda made a t-shirt for her depicting all the types of food that had stained her blouses, eggs, bacon grease, syrup, mustard and all other forms of condiments and food. As time went by, our dinners went by the wayside and we learned of Ones a Meal's imminent demise. So we had a reunion dinner complete with table linens and china. Those were some happy memories of time gone by for me.

Linda and I also came up with the term "men's disease." It would take too long to explain here, but if you are married or work with men, you are familiar with it. Maybe you didn't know it had a title.

I noticed she had the curtain and poles taken down this morning before my journey to the third floor for my mission supporting Diet Coke.

We have shared many a laugh at camp, Sunday School, choir, Pageant, showers, work and at lunch. If you don't know Linda, you should get to know her. She is one of the kindest people and when you are loved by Linda, you know just a bit of God's goodness. She knows youth ministry inside out, upside down, catty cornered and every which way. You can find her on the third floor, that is unless she kills me for posting this picture. If she does, you can find her at the Goree Unit of the Texas Department of Prisons.