Life Is One Day At A Time
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This is a day that the Lord has made and we will rejoice and be glad within it (Ps 118:24).
You Can Have The Best Week Ever!
You Can Have The Best Week Ever!
The Praying Escort
The Praying Escort
From the book, "The Praying Escort"...
It was early Marvelous Monday. My first day back from vacation. Jamaica was beautiful. I was sleeping in with my wife. As we laid there in bed, listening to the waterfall right outside the bedroom sliding glass doors, in my mind, I was expecting a miracle. My mind was wandering about with so many things to do. Options and choices had to be made. and time was running out.
There was only one thing to do. Get busy. I started to pray. My wife hearing me moved closer to me and started to pray in the spirit as I prayed in the understanding. As usual, We thanked the Father for another day of life and and another day of love. Covering all the bases with our confessing of faith, and then we made love. After that, I worked on my Honda Goldwing and my wife went to her office and started to pay bills, make phone calls, doing her thing.
My cell phone rang just as I finished replacing the windshield on my bike. It was Julius from Patco Escorts. "What's up Nut? Are you riding today?" I pushed my wing into the garage and pulled out my police KZ1000 motorcycle. "No, I just finished working on my wing. What do you have?" Julius, replied, "We need a motor at Eighty-First and Figueroa in ten minutes, Carver is driving so you know he's fast. Can you make it?" "You kidding? Let me run to the bat cave and change, see you in ten."
Trying not to get too excited, I changed and rolled out on my KZ1000. It was not far from my house. As soon as I pulled up to the church, the hearst was pulling out of the driveway. I blocked the north bound lanes. The hearst with Carver driving pulled into the number two lane and headed north to Florence Ave. We went left on Florence straight ahead into Inglewood Park Cemetery, better known as IPC.
I almost forgot about my dental appointment at two, but I had time. It was disappointing they could not do anything for me when I got there. There was not enough time for the crown: I had to be at my other job at three forty. I had to catch the bus and punch in before four.
Still, I had an hour to practice my putting and hit a few balls. My new putter was working and I rolled in ten birdies in about thirty minutes. I left Westchester golf course and busted a move to the airport. I had ten hours of driving the bus round and round, every ten minutes from the parking lot to the satellite and back. Time was running, I was rolling and so was Marvelous Monday. By the time my shift was over, it was Terrific Tuesday for Power. I was still expecting a miracle.
It was early Marvelous Monday. My first day back from vacation. Jamaica was beautiful. I was sleeping in with my wife. As we laid there in bed, listening to the waterfall right outside the bedroom sliding glass doors, in my mind, I was expecting a miracle. My mind was wandering about with so many things to do. Options and choices had to be made. and time was running out.
There was only one thing to do. Get busy. I started to pray. My wife hearing me moved closer to me and started to pray in the spirit as I prayed in the understanding. As usual, We thanked the Father for another day of life and and another day of love. Covering all the bases with our confessing of faith, and then we made love. After that, I worked on my Honda Goldwing and my wife went to her office and started to pay bills, make phone calls, doing her thing.
My cell phone rang just as I finished replacing the windshield on my bike. It was Julius from Patco Escorts. "What's up Nut? Are you riding today?" I pushed my wing into the garage and pulled out my police KZ1000 motorcycle. "No, I just finished working on my wing. What do you have?" Julius, replied, "We need a motor at Eighty-First and Figueroa in ten minutes, Carver is driving so you know he's fast. Can you make it?" "You kidding? Let me run to the bat cave and change, see you in ten."
Trying not to get too excited, I changed and rolled out on my KZ1000. It was not far from my house. As soon as I pulled up to the church, the hearst was pulling out of the driveway. I blocked the north bound lanes. The hearst with Carver driving pulled into the number two lane and headed north to Florence Ave. We went left on Florence straight ahead into Inglewood Park Cemetery, better known as IPC.
I almost forgot about my dental appointment at two, but I had time. It was disappointing they could not do anything for me when I got there. There was not enough time for the crown: I had to be at my other job at three forty. I had to catch the bus and punch in before four.
Still, I had an hour to practice my putting and hit a few balls. My new putter was working and I rolled in ten birdies in about thirty minutes. I left Westchester golf course and busted a move to the airport. I had ten hours of driving the bus round and round, every ten minutes from the parking lot to the satellite and back. Time was running, I was rolling and so was Marvelous Monday. By the time my shift was over, it was Terrific Tuesday for Power. I was still expecting a miracle.