Table for two

he sits by himself at a table for two.
     the uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock- almost half an hour. "No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee?"
     "Certainly, sir."
     The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers His napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of cologne adds to his clean-cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
     The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
     "No, thank you."
      The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip.
     "Go ahead," the man encourages. His voice is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation.
    "Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone. Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes."
     "Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week."
    The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
     "Then why do you still come here and wait?"
    "Cassie said that she would be here."
     "She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
     Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
     the waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mourth and sips, silently watching those around him. He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
     The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats...anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically  at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.
     The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
     The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide.
The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That's right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. '7:00,' it says. 'Spend some time in prayer.' Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her.
And she's sure he doesn't mind.

***

The other day my friend read this story to me, out of a book called  Stories for the extreme teen's heart. It was a real inspiration to me.... and also kina made me feel badly about myself... How many times have I canceled "appointments" because I am too taken up with my own activities?........

*bye peoples ;)*

...Disturbing...

I sit here. at my desk, drinking a ginormous mug of chai tea, (which happens to be one of the best things), and thinking. about. an. enemy. Alarm clocks. Alarm clocks are evil, and need to be banned. I mean, seriously, think about it. I'm deep, deep in this restful, peaceful slumber, dreaming happy dreams, of unicorns, and butterflies and summer. Ok. So that's me! Happy. Peaceful. Dreams. When out of the corner of my butterflies, there is this annoying, and I am talking annoying sound. BEEEEEP.... BEEEEPP... BEEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEP. Sooooo annoying! So, I whack this object of noise, and two minutes later, my cell calls out to me, once again disturbing my now not-so-peaceful sleep... "In the jungle, the mighhhhty jungle, the Lion sleeps tonighhhhhhhhhhhhht!" it trills. Arg... I wish I were doing that! And so after punching both of these annoying alarms in rapid succession, I wearily rise from my bed. Alarms. Are. Evil. They should be banned! Brain alarms are evil too. I woke up last night. for. no. reason. at. all. and could not sleep. Arg. so. hey! I wrote a story. Look, I know. Ok? But I had to. It was just one of those crazy thoughts that was begging me to let loose. hehe. I am posting it, but be warned, it is a 3:23 a.m. story. And I am not kidding.... I looked at the time. so here goes: (slightly edited for... reasons :)
     "Ooooh no!" I groaned, "my stupid brain. How dare it?!?"
     "Yessssssss! Fistapumps!" shouted my brain, "I have succeded in waking you up at 3:20 for no apparent reason, and NOW  I will churn out as many thoughts as I can, to keep you awake! FISTAPUMPS!"
     All is silent now, except for muffled sounds of crying, issued from a bedraggled form, hunched over on the bed.
     "Please," I begged. "Why me?"
     Brain looked at me and giggled. "Aha. Why? Because I want to. That's why!" More giggles from the brain department. "Here. Let me show you some awesome stuff. This is why you have a brain, duhhh!"
     Sooooo, Brain showed me a little thought about going to Haiti, and friends in other places, and friends we miss, and why people think it's weird if you have a pet plunger, and what would happen if I wore clown shoes, and if we had blue spaghetti, would we eat it? Hmmmm. I didn't even know those thoughts existed!
     "STOPPP!!" I shrieked at Brain, while laughing hysterically. "I mean, it's all verrry entertaining, but if I want to have thoughts tomorrow at work, I have got to sleep!"
     But alas and alack this was not to be, and  Brain kept whirling me around until I was dizzy.
     Finally it chuckled and told me, "Ok, I'm done. I've had my fun. Now i gotta run!"
     And so, just as I let myself drift off into a delicious slumber, I heard a fain sound, which grew louder with each millisecond, I cannot tell you the depth of the events that took place, but I CAN tell you about thte picture afterwards. It is of me sitting triumphantly on the floor, looking at a mound of black powder, blissfully whispering to myself. "Behold. The alarm clock!" .The End.
     And for the crowning touch, I have posted a link to Olan Rogers video, titled alarm clocks. It's extremely hilarious, so watch this if you may.Alarm Clocks

Peacefully rest you all! :)

JoLie

Love.

This December, I've been amazed at many things. The simple things in Life. Caroling, singing songs about Jesus. The one lady had tears rolling down her cheeks and the most radiant smile on her face as she listened to the carols being sung. As we began to leave, she exclaimed, "Oh, I thought I was hearing angels tonight!" It's the simple things of life. Today I was walking hurriedly through the mall, trying to find that last minute Christmas gift, when an older lady sitting on a bench looked at me, and gave me a smile. Somehow, it made my day. So the next person I came into contact with, I smiled at them and the tired look was replaced with a smile. :) the simple things of  Life.
     Most of all, I've been impressed, and amazed, all over again at the most simple thing, yet the most wonderful thing of all. God's Love. Wow. The continuing amazing simplicity, and endurance of His Love. Time and again, I fail, you fail. Yet because of this awesome Grace and Love, we can start over, and keep walking in the Way. The Forgiveness. All because of that awesome infinite Love. Love came down as a baby, Love walked on the earth. Love was subjected to the abuse and rejection of  It's creation. Love loved them anyway. Love died for me, for you. Love chose this, when It would never have had to. Love, pure undefiled Love. Love loved me and you even when we thought we knew better, thought we could make it on our own. Love kept loving us when we forsook Him. Isn't it amazing?  How Deep the Fathers Love for us, how vast beyond all Measure. The most simple Thing ever, yet at the same time, the most complex Thing. God's Love.
    May you all have a wonderful Christmas Dav :)

... first winter day...

I step outside

into the swirling globe

of snow...

like the loose down

of angels wings

coming from above.

I lift my face, and the 

cold wind,

catches my hair,

and the snow flakes

      k

        i

         s

           s

my cheeks, 

touch my eyelids briefly,

before melting, 

into little snow drops.

All around me, the ground

i stand on is covered

with the feathery flakes

they call

       s

         n

           o

             w

               ...

The sun catches

on icy sparkles, 

like 

fairy dust... 

and my eyes catch on

a rainbow glimmer.

magical.

breathtaking.

surreal!

My body tingles,

my feet are bare...

because, it's 

my winter

tradition.

 I breathe.

in.

and.

out. 

because.

it's winter!

...Fireflies...

I don't really like bugs... at least most of them; but, there is one that I do like... the firefly.
     Fireflies make me think of summer, of sitting on the front porch swing, by myself or with someone else. Fireflies... looking around on a black night, the twinkles of light, flashing all around, that creates an almost etheral feeling, a magical atmosphere. They take me back to being a kid, like a 5 or 7 year old kid, running outside and catching a firefly. The delight of watching the small black beetle blink. Of seeing how many you could capture in one hand, or just letting them go, one a time.
     Last summer, I sat on the front porch with a friend, watching my 7 year old cousin darting around, catching fireflies. She was 100% immersed into her chase. Looking at my friend I sighed. "You know," I said, " I'd kinda like to be seven again... to act like her, and catch fireflies. " She looked at me, and after a bit, quietly told me, "Go for it. " I did. I chased and caught one, and for a moment I was seven again, as I studied my small treasure, than released it into the inky darkness. Fireflies... they bring so many memories, like sitting in the lawn  at night, thinking about life, talking on the phone to a distant friend, and the only thing keeping me company, those small creatures, that light up like microscopic torches.
    I have stood in a field... watching the evening dusk creep upon mother earth, cloaking her in an inky coat. I watch and these small magical creatures appear. As it grows dark, I catch my breath. Its almost as if the stars themselves descended, to flit around. It makes me feel as if I'm in a fairy land, and that magical feeling grows.... I can watch for hours... Surreal.
    Fireflies, magical carriers of many memories, laughter, summers past... that's why I love them.

To sum it up, here is one of my all-time favorite songs. credit to adam young of owl city :)

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep


'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare


I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems


'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance


A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread


I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep


Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep


To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell


But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar


I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep


I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep


I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

God's Humor

You know, sometimes I truly have to wonder.... does God have a humor? Like the things that cause us to laugh... till the tears flow, or just the ordinary humorous things... like does God laugh with us? The Bible says that man was created in God's own image (Genesis 1:26-27) and obviously you see that God is sad, becomes angry, pleased, acts kindly. What I am trying to say is that God does have emotions, as us, only as Godly emotions.... without sin. So does He laugh? For some reason I kinda have this weird thought... but I kinda like the thought that God throws back His head and laughs long and hard.... but I reallllllly realllllly want to know! Does He? Why don't you tell me? :)

Kay byes now!

??? Human Doings ???

I was watching a video the other day, and the guy speaking made a comment that has stuck with me ever since.

"We are to be, God is to do. We are human 'beings', not human 'doings'. "

The more I think about this comment the more it impresses me. Somedays I think about me, my life, as a Christian and I can start down the track of thinking, that, since I am a Christian surely I should be doing something that will show people about how I believe etc. Kinda like trying to produce "fruits" of my own self, if that makes sense. Really I just need to keep Jesus in my fore-front. And as long as I am serving Him how I should be, I don't need to worry about what I am/will be doing, because God is and will be working through me, all of His own Self. It's nothing I can do, plus looking at it from a different angle, if I create my own "fruits" than it definitely won't be bringing God any Glory at all... which is the entire purpose of my creation in the first place... so really... just remember that comment, take it with you, and never forget your purpose! 

Peace~

btw peoples i love hearing your comments....