Monday, March 14, 2011
Sorry. Wrong blog. Go back to Google and search again for information on the show. Or, stop here, and read about real life. No, I'm not going to sing about it.
Two weeks ago, I conquered a fear giant and contacted a local organization, the Hero Program, to ask how I could volunteer. Specifically with writing.
Turns out that the organization needed someone to help with grant writing.
I don't know anything about grant writing.
Time to learn.
Directly from that new venture, I landed a press release gig for the new, and additively delicious, Waffles INCaffeinated. Thank you, kindly!
Then, a dear friend's husband landed in the ICU.
Enter Japan. Memories of knowing someone who perished in the 2004 tsunami cautioned me from watching too much footage - just need to donate whatever I can.
Add Stage 4 lung cancer taking up residence in a friend's uncle.
And the death of another dear friend's aunt.
But, of course.
THIS IS LIFE.
So, since this is life, the real question is, "How do I respond?"
1. I learn how to write grants so the that the dear children living with terminal illnesses and their families can feel some financial relief. What I dig about the Hero Program is that gifts are tangible. Material. Cars, groceries, gas, housecleaning, a laptop so that the mother of an ill child can work at home, Christmas gifts. They have a real life need and we want to find it for them.
2. I work my butt off to get people from near and far into this five-star waffle joint. And pray that Chef Tahj Merriman really will create the falafel waffle. If only for me.
3. I pack an overnight bag for my girlfriend, insure her daughter will have fun after school while feeding her any snack she wants as my children gawk, INVEST a precious Saturday in the ICU waiting room with her and her amazing friends during her husband's surgery, and do my very best to BE.
4. I gather friends to join me at a charity spaghetti dinner after church, the proceeds of which will go to the family where a 44 year old Dad is battling evil.
5. I plan to cook up some Italian food this week to help comfort my favorite Puerto Rican's.
There is way too much "I" in this post.
It is not my intention to make myself the focus of this post.
If anything, I am learning, from all of this, that there is way too much "I" in my life. God is gently, albeit, clearly and precisely, showing me where He needs me to be.
We began a new series on discipleship at church this morning.
How then shall we live?
Not in this life.
Which is the ONLY real life we will experience here on Earth.
I choose to be involved.