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SHOUTS OF SPRING

red-budsI love spring, don’t you?

Although it seems too soon, she decided to arrive early this year. And she’s done it with a shout.

Every trip in and out of my neighborhood has been glorious. Each week something new was in bloom.

I meant to stop and take pictures, but I was in too big a hurry to get to an appointment or take care of an errand, so I never got around to stopping. The hedgerow of bridal wreath has gone green–their tiny white flowers long blown away. The tulip trees are a bit bedraggled. (Like me on a bad hair day, they wouldn’t appreciate being photographed.)

But new wonders greeted me today, so I stopped and took some pictures. I thought I’d share them with you. Continue reading “SHOUTS OF SPRING”

Christian, Family, Life Lessons, Marriage

WHO ARE YOU GONNA CALL?

elevator-panel

We were going out to lunch, so we got on the elevator on the fifth floor, and I pushed G.

The door closed and the lights flickered. Was that an uncharacteristic bump?

“Did you feel that?” I asked.

Evidently, he didn’t.

We began the slow descent. When we stopped, we waited for the door to open.

We’re used to a pause so we waited a little longer.

Nothing.

I pushed  elevator-door

Nothing.

I looked at the floor indicator. It read  elevator-1

I pushed elevator-g  again.

Nothing.

“I’ll call Bob,” he said. “and ask him to go back out and push the button. Maybe we’ll go back  up to five.” (Bob’s a neighbor we had been talking to just before we got on the elevator.)

Except he didn’t have Bob’s phone number.

“If we push HELP, the guys from the fire station across the street will answer,” I said. (I know that because I accidentally pushed it with one of the bags I was loaded down with one day.

elevator-help

“No, I’ll call Phil,” he said. “I just saw them downstairs. Maybe he’s still here or has Bob’s number.”

Except Phil was already on the road headed home, and he didn’t have Bob’s number.

“I can push HELP,” I said.

He just  looked at me.

“Do you have Deborah’s number?” I asked. (She’s our maintenance person.)

“I do. Good idea.”

He called Deborah, and said she would reset the elevator’s program.

It wasn’t long until we began a slow descent. When we stopped, the door slid open and we got off. I moved quicker than usual.

“I want to put her number in my phone,” I said.

Just as I finished, Deborah came down the stairs and said, “The power went off for just a moment. Sometimes it affects the elevator, but I reset it.”

We thanked her and went on our way to lunch.

Now I have two options.

If I can’t reach Deborah, I can push the HELP button. Those firefighters across the street are real nice. I talked to them one day.

Who do you call when you need help?

elevator-help2

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.

Psalm 91:14-16