Inspirations?

A dear cyber-friend posted this on HK and gave me permisssion to share.  I was so tickled I had to put it up here for everyone to enjoy.  Thank you Becky!

I was enjoying my devotions tonight..which is another post..but I was writing..and for some reason… Everytime I write I think of you… So then I was being a bit goofy… and flipped this one out… so..here it is in all of its non-literary genius.. 

Dedicated to my writing mentor… Dear Miss Chatty 

Ready..I know you are on the edge of your seat, right??

Okay..already..Pure stroke of genius here..  Just for you…Btw, I am praying for your heart and health.

Not very bright
still
I like to write,
often
I interpret life
through
paper and pen; Rife
with personal thoughts and intuition
or maybe
forward thinking and premonition
Anyway,
This is a way
to
fill the end of my day
-writing-

The Happeners

Almost every group of people has one.  That person who just knows how to make things happen.  I call them the ‘happeners’.   Our wedding had one of these.  While I fretted over finding how to fit everyone in the building, he made it happen.  While I wondered where to find chairs and called countless people to no avail… he made it happen.  When I wondered how to fit everyone in for the reception and called around for pricing, he got the parish hall at the local church he works for at no charge.   When I wondered how we’d ever get everything cleaned up in time, he had half the work done before I could begin.   The happeners.  They make the impossible happen with what appears to be little to no effort.  I know Conrad worked hard.  I know he spent hours to help us make this day special… but he did it with such apparent ease.  No complaints of tiredness either vocally or in his expression… not even a hint.    The Hearth Keeper ladies spent hours making this day a delight… but without Conrad’s behind the scenes contstant vigilance, their efforts would have been wasted.  It simply couldn’t have happened.  I now sit here trying to figure out how to let him know how thankful I am.  I just don’t know how.  Have you ever thought that words weren’t enough, and gifts were a slap in the face?   Thank you Conrad.  Thank you for being you.  You are so very good at it.