What do a USPS Truck, MARTA bus, ATL PD, and MARTA police all have in comon?

They've all be sitting in front of my apartment building now for at least 30 minutes or more. At first I thought it was weird when the USPS truck pulled up on the sidewalk, and then the MARTA bus pulled up behind it and just hung out for awhile. But I didn't clue in that something was actually up until I got out of the shower and they were both still there, but now accompanied by their own set of police officers and cruisers. The wonders of the city never cease to amaze me. I'm thankful I don't have to drive south on Briarcliff Rd right now or try to get in my driveway!

Divine Intervention

I know the table is nearly the very same color as the floor, but the table was free! This is the story. One day recently I walked into work and my coworker asked had I settled into my new place yet. My response was, "yes, but I need a table." What a weird way to respond, especially since I was actually still doing a lot of unpacking (see box in corner!) He says, "A table? We have a table you could have." We discussed a few details and that was it. A dining room table, free! And besides the exact coordination of that conversation, I felt like God kept leading me to wait for the table because something just right for me was going to somehow come along. And, without any worrying or stress on my part, no extra cash or budget stretch, God provided the table that I just knew was going to turn up if I waited. Thank you ABBA, God that you are involved in the day-to-day details!

My Prayer for America

We live in a country that we are lucky enough to choose who is going to be our leaders. But, in the process, we tear apart each other with our passionate disagreeing. Friendships, families, communities all broken over differing ideas on how best to handle issues like health care, education, and taxes. Why does choosing someone to be our leader have to leave behind a wake of pointing fingers, rumors, harsh accusations, and heartaches? As I was talking to God about some of the issues we need to make decisions about when choosing our new leader, my heart was broken over how much hate I see and hear when people begin to express their opinions on these things and the people surrounding them. There is not just a dislike of or a disagree with the other ideals and candidates it seems, it is searing, passionate hate. When did our freedom lead us to draw such rigid lines in the sand? Why do you have to be on one side or the other? So this is my prayer, in form of a song from Watermark, for our country as we draw closer to and after this presidential election comes to a close.

Mended

You repair all that we have torn apart
And You unveil a new beginning in our hearts
And We stand grateful for all that has been left behind
And All that goes before us

You've got all things suspended
All things connected
Nothing was forgotten
'Cause your love is perfect
You are our healer
And you know what's broken
And we're not a mystery to you
oh Lord, to you

We will dance 'cause you restore the wasted years
And You will sing over all our coming fears
And We'll stand grateful for all that has been left behind
And all that goes before us

Lord, you mend the breech
And you break every fetter
You give us your best, but what we thought was better
And you are to be praised
You are to be praised

You've got all things suspended
All things connected
Nothing was forgotten
'Cause your love is perfect
You are our healer
And you know what's broken
And we're not a mystery to you
oh Lord, to you
to you, oh Lord, mender of the broken

I'm in love with the Farmer's Market

Its fantastic. You go in and there is fresh, delicious produce, for much less than the grocery store. And the spices are wonderful too. They have dried fruit that is to die for, flowers that are gorgeous, and every variety of fish you could dream off. And of course, who could pass up the delicious prepared foods? Its all wonderful. Farmers Market, I love you.