Thursday, July 26, 2007

God Shed His Grace On Thee

Okay, July's almost over. So where'd it go? We left on the 6th for vacation, returned on the 14th, then out-of-down company descended on the 20th. They just left this morning. My work life and writing life surround the computer, so I made myself set my laptop aside as much as possible. That's hard to do for a writer. We can be such reclusive types. And now my brain's full after our vacation with stories and characters, now to finish my edits on my mystery.

One of the highlights of vacation for me was revisiting Washington, D.C. after 20 years. We drove up through Virginia and entered through the south end. I-95 winds and winds through the trees and suburbs, and then you merge onto 395. You can't see the city across the Potomac River. Not just yet, anyway. But I knew it was coming. I could feel it. That, and the map CJ held told me so. It was 4:59 p.m., probably the worst time to be entering D.C. But we were, because I wanted the kids to see the skyline spread before them.

Suddenly, we crested one last burp in the road and I gasped--there was the Washington Monumen, the Jefferson Memorial--and then the Capitol! Tears came to my eyes. The buildings and monuments dominated the skyline.

"Look--Zach! What's Hannah doing? --Hannah!" I was fairly shrieking and forced my attention back to the road. "Zach--take those pictures!"

"She was sleeping." Zach started using the digital camera.

"Look--look-look!" Goosebumps popped up on my arms. We prepared to cross the Potomac, but of course I had to put on the brakes as traffic crawled across the bridge.

God shed His grace on thee. On us. And He has. We are a blessed nation, yet a troubled one. The more I saw for those four days in D.C., the more I saw how much we need Him. E pluribus unum. Out of the many, one. We are many peoples forming one nation. The trouble is, some of the many are rising up wanting to divide. I saw how hard it is for us to agree on many things, as we sat in the House of Representatives gallery and listened to House members debate a bill. I'll have more to say on that later.

But y'all, we must pray for our leaders. So many issues clamor for their attention. And politics is politics. Just like I told Hannah, "This is how it starts in junior high. Some people want pink decorations for the dance. Others want blue." There are issues worth speaking up for. And some are just dance hall decorations.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

A Sad Summer Commentary

Before I get to the Sad Commentary on the summer, I have to announce I've been given a Rockin' Blogger Girl award. Thanks and a hug to Chris Lynxwiler--love ya!! :) Someone reads these musings of the mundane, so, here I is. :) I'm giving this award to Cara Putman and Gina Conroy. You've blessed me through your writing and your gift of friendship. You ladies rock! I pray God keeps meeting your needs and giving you the desires of your heart! :) I thought of you two and the fun our anthology team had planning our Washington, D.C. proposal--as I head there next week. Nothing like doing the research backwards... :)

Now, about the commentary. On July 4th, my new bathing suit STILL had its tags.

This is where the summer's gone. Back around the end of May, I think, I finally found a new swimsuit. I won't go through the process of finding the right suit. That's worth about a month of posts. Or maybe not. It's so not fair how easy it is for a guy to get his swimming trunks.

My son stands at the racks of swimming trunks. "Blue and red...yellow and green with blue...solid blue. Hmmm. Okay. I like the blue and red. Here's a medium. I'm done!" He throws the swimming trunks in the shopping cart. This takes less than 3 minutes.

Meanwhile, my daughter and I go to 3 or 4 stores. Right top, wrong bottom. (What's with the 5,000 string bikinis in the stores, I ask you?) Wrong size. Wrong color. Oh, NO, you're not going out swimming looking like that? (What happened to the simple pink Barbie bathing suit with no shape??!)

Finally found a nice tank top and bottoms. Found mine with a little less drama, too. This means I only went to one store for my bathing suit.

This is the sad part...I finally snipped the tags off my suit yesterday. Haven't been swimming yet. Sigh.

Soon, though! I want a pool so bad. I don't mind the work, either. But vacation's coming soon!

For now, back to my tagged swimsuit, non-swimming life... :)