Prayer for destiny

30 01 2010

Father, In my mind, I am wiping the slate clean and beginning anew today. The disappointments of the past are past. I am looking ahead to the future. Your plan for me is unfinished. I refuse to get my feet tangled in the net of past failures. I am moving forward into destiny with the King of Kings. Yahweh has pre-destined me. This day I chosse to walk in my planned destiny.

Father, I am the clay and You are the potter. Make me who you need me to be for the sake of Your Kingdom. I surrender to Your will.

Mold me. Guide me. Speak to my spirit and I will obey. Remind me who I am in You. Thank You for making me worth it.


Pell grant has been very good to me

29 01 2010

When I got clean and sober in 1977, my life was in the pits. I was 24 years old with a four year old daughter. I was a single parent on welfare and I had no marketable skills. The last job I held was as a bartender/bouncer. I was fired from that job because I was beating up the customers and drinking the profits.

Within my first few months of sobriety my AA sponsor suggested I try to find some more help through professional counseling. I was fortunate to have a woman counselor who was compassionate and had a good understanding of how to help me over some tough issues. She is the person who directed me to go to cosmetology school through a Pell grant. It was an exciting time in my life. Hope was being born. I loved school.

The car I had was several years old. It had no heater and a leaky radiator. The wind shield wipers did not work. It was winter in Massachusetts when I was going to school and I would get all bundled up in my Army parker that came from Goodwill and cram myself into my car. If it was snowing, I had to pull off the road a few times to wipe the snow off the windshield. I was determined to finish school and I was happy to learn that I was pretty good at hair styling.

Shortly after graduating from classes, I was able to get a job and I began to support myself and my daughter. All these years later, I am still prospering because of a Pell grant. Today, I work as a hair stylist for television and films. It is an incredibly exciting and creative job that I still love to this day.

Whenever I see the  ads encouraging folks to go back to school and learn a marketable skill through a Pell grant,  I think, go for it! I am so grateful that I did. I think I can safely say that I am a success story because of the people who helped me get my life on track. And I am grateful, of course, to the God Who arranged it all.

ready, set, work (please)

26 01 2010

I just have to put this out there… I want to go back to work on a movie! Please Lord! Eleven months out of work is a looooong time.

I was looking over some past posts about work and I got home sick for the calamity and creativity.

I do have 10 days of work booked at the end of February and I am extremely grateful for that. So ready to earn a paycheck and to create some tv hair! Seeing some of my friends on Army Wives will be good for me too.

Okay. Thanks for letting me vent.

PS. The day after posting this, I got a booking to work another day on Army Wives. I don’t know what that means but it made me smile.

six foot twelve foot two

26 01 2010

I am blessed to know some of the coolest young people on the planet. This is my young friend, Caleb. He has claimed me as his hair stylist for a couple of years now. A while ago, Caleb let his hair grow out from a buzz cut. His Mom brought him to me for a ‘fro. His 3 inch long hair took a nice round shape and gave him a decent looking afro that he was happy with. Well, I guess he was so happy because he just let it keep growing. Oh, he came back every now and then for a re-shaping but he wanted to leave it long.

I sing on the praise team with Caleb’s Dad, Johnny. Sunday morning we were running through our song list before church service. Johnny and I were on the stage at the front of the sanctuary. The light tech had the house lights turned down low in the sanctuary. The back doors open into our lobby which is usually brightly lit with sunshine from the glass doors and windows that line the front of the building. Johnny  just told me that Caleb is in need of a haircut. He said his afro was taking on a life of it’s own and that his son now stood 6 foot 12 foot 2. I love me some Johnny Fuller humor. About 30 seconds later, the sanctuary door opened and all we could see was the outline of a person being back lit from the lobby.

I turned to Johnny and said, “An afro just walked through the door and your son is under it.”

This morning I got a text from Caleb’s Mom, Helen. She brought Caleb and his very long afro over for a haircut. She dropped him off with the basic instruction that whatever we decided to do would be fine. Well, she knew he wanted to cut a lot off this time but…

that right there is a lot of hair on the floor!! I left my foot in the pic so you could see a point of reference for how much hair is there. Looked like the size of puppy!

Now, Caleb is only six foot tall. And I still think he is one of the coolest kids on the planet.

Organized Chaos

20 01 2010

If you peeked into the Ministry Out Reach room at Rock church on a Tuesday night, you might get a bit scared! Chatter about recipes, patterns, web pages and sewing projects fill the room as skeins of yarn get made into useful articles of clothing. The group keeps getting bigger and the ideas are just getting better each time we meet. To the untrained onlooker, I am sure we look like a hen party, just a-yakking and a-crafting but there is much more than meets the eye going on in this room. Ministry is happening inside the seeming chaos. These creative women are reaching out in love to those in need of warm clothes, accessories, encouraging words in greeting cards, baby clothes and healing prayer shawls. Some of us are making things to share with family members and friends. We are as different as night and day and yet there is a common thread that runs through all of us. We like to make things and we like to have fun while we are doing it.

Last night, we had two more women join the group and you would have thought we have all been crafting together for years. The laughter and the camaraderie is as healing and encouraging as the crafting. There is no pressure to HAVE to be there each week, or even to HAVE to be there for the whole two hours since we can complete our crafts on our own time at home as well as work on them when we meet.

Some members forgot to bring their projects with them last night but they still came to share ideas and work on a different craft for the evening. One of our members was having a pretty horrible day but she pushed herself to come anyway and ended up laughing… a lot… and learning more about her craft. A couple of women came in about a half hour after we started last night and didn’t seem to miss a beat. We even had a visitor pop in to chat with someone. I love the freedom we have.

At the end of the night we had six scarves and three hats ( the fruit of two weeks of labor) ready to be given to the Soap Box closet. One prayer shawl will get mailed out next week to my sister Barbara. She has breast cancer and will have a mastectomy on Thursday. We prayed over all the items and we prayed for protection and rapid healing for Barbara.

I am so blessed to be part of this group of amazing women. Thank you all for what you bring to the group each week.

Dream Weavers

16 01 2010

YAY! Two more hat and scarf sets done and ready to go into the clothes closet at Rock Church tomorrow. The charcoal grey set, on the left, is a knit cable scarf with a knit hat. The black and sage hat and scarf have been crocheted.

I got an email from one of the ladies in the Dream Weavers small group and she has completed a crocheted scarf and is ready to make a hat to go with it. She has started another scarf in the meantime. Whew!

We had our first meeting last Tuesday night. Two hours whizzed by so quickly. Initially, I thought we would meet for one and a half hours every two weeks but it became clear  pretty quickly that we were going to be serious about this crafting business. We have changed the original schedule to EVERY Tuesday night for as long as you are able to stay – up to two hours.

If you want to learn how to knit, crochet, make scarves and hats, prayer shawls or make greeting cards… it is not too late to join us. If you already know how to do these crafts and want some crazy fellowship… it is not too late! Sign up here.

Pretty good report from Duke

15 01 2010

Wednesday was our appointment at Duke to evaluate how this new medication is working on Ed’s Pulmonary Hyper-tension (PHT). It has been difficult for Ed to tell if there is much of a difference but he does think it is helping a bit. His Dr. there specializes in PHT and she wants Ed to stay on the meds as well as begin some heart and lung rehab therapy. He feels pretty good about that.

She wants to see him again in May. On our ride home, I asked him what he thought of the visit and he was particularly happy about not having to come back until spring. He said,” That means they expect me to still be around.”  A little gallows humor.

Aside from having to get up at 5:30 in the morning, we had a decent visit and a nice drive home. And yes… I fully expect him to still be around in May.