Who is Being and Who Are We Being Generous With?

Last week I picked up a new book, like I needed a new book, but as y'all know that has never stopped me. And the bonus for me, southern fiction. The name of the book is Saving CeeCee Honeycutt. I started it Friday afternoon and finished it Saturday night. I could barely put the book down for any length of time. The story engaging and the characters more than interesting. It is a very poignant read, but there are some downright funny and laughable moments in the story. Kind of like real life. The very bottom line of the book are the incredible, but ordinary women who come around CeeCee, love on her, help her heal from some horrific childhood experiences and send her into her life, still with the care, love and support she needs.





Since finishing the book and I have now passed it on to share with a friend, my eyes are open with a little more light and appreciation for the friends that have saved me from horrific experiences not of my own making, decisions and consequences of my own making, and the problematic situations good and bad that come with life. Last night bunko took a leisurely pace. Pretty much we run like clockwork, visit, dinner, bunko and dessert. Begin at 7:00 and finished up by 9:15ist. We did a lot more visiting with one another last night. Now there were still some miracle rolls of not just rolling two bunkos in a row, but Christine rolled three in a row. Linda rolled three as well, but she rolled onesis three times. You lose all your points when you do that, but if you do that enough times, you'll get a nice prize. There was just something heart warming about our group of friends last night. Maybe because several are walking unmarked journeys right now and holding onto the Lord with all their might and giving Him all their understanding when understanding is so very difficult to let go. Others are walking in joyous seasons but their servant's heart are lifting anothers burden. I don't know but I'm so glad to be apart of such a warm and caring group of crazy dice rolling, bunko screaming, loving and enthusiastic friends.





Even at The Nord yesterday, lunch with good friends had that warm atmosphere. Again, there was plenty of side splitting laughter accompanied by tears and open, vulnerable moments sprinkled with eye spilling tears. We rejoiced and we wept all the while eating all that is the deliciousness of salads, crab stacks and sandwiches. Oh rejoicing at the Nord with the Lord because where two or more are gathered, He is there. As our lunch concluded we were so happy to see friends coming in the Bistro and knowing they would have a grand time as well.





Last night as I tried to fall asleep, I remembered CeeCee's "wreath" of pictures. She placed the pictures of all those so dear to her around her mirror and wove a ribbon between the pictures. That way CeeCee was able to visually construct what her heart already knew, how rich the tapestry of friends she held. I placed the mental pictures of my friends around my imaginary round mirror and wove the mental ribbon in and around those dear friends. And since I was still quite awake, I used imaginary scripture ribbon to frame it all together. And I did that because in real life, creativity and ribbon are not even on any level of gifting given to me through natural talent or spiritual gifts.


Of course the wreath isn't complete unless I am being servant hearted, loving and helping to others. In the book CeeCee certainly was in her young way to those who were helping her navigate through a rough part of life.


I wrote this early this morning before my follow up appointment with the eye doctor and thought I would come home to complete my thoughts. I subscribe to Anne Jackson's blog and she had similar thoughts today. Hers are much more meaningful than mine cause I am leaning toward the sappy which isn't really my forte. I am pretty much straight forward. Never the less, help a friend, love a friend, surprise a friend, write a friend, and you know this list could go on and on. Be generous.


Also a side note. When I went to work out today I avoided the speed disks and opened the doors without taking off the tops of my toes. You also know on Monablog, I tell the truth and disclose the dumb things that happen. Well today, my work out pants slipped way down while working out on a particular machine. I didn't realize it until I stepped away...uh let's just say I sang a quick rendition of Pants on the Ground. At least my underneaths were pink and matched my shirt somewhat. I don't think anyone really saw that event. Oh please Lord, I don't want anyone coming up to me tomorrow at the gym humming or singing Pants....