Thursday, November 25, 2010

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At times, we hear the unbelievable. How could someone we know so well, part of our spiritual family, do the unexpected? I ,and others, can only pray for those involved; God will be there to take it from our hands.
~Marie Morrison~

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

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I thank God daily for giving me my fortunate life. It is the time of year where I thank Him more so. I pray that those going through tough times will receive one small blessing or joy each day.
~Marie Morrison~"

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

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Creating, praying, laughing, acceptance, a good attitude and having faith is the right prescription to have a great life!
~Marie Morrison~"

Sunday, November 21, 2010

CHRISTOPHER

I first met Christopher at a teen get together in our home. I was sitting among them when I heard comments from a young man sitting on the floor by me. I took a second look at him, as he had tattoos around his neck, arms and upper chest, seen by the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. He was an anomaly, the only teen there that had any sort of body art. It caught me off guard. As I responded to what he said, I tried hid my face from showing an element of surprise.

Christopher continued to come over throughout the summer. The first thing he did when he came into our home was to give me a hug. He would ask how I was, showing sincere interest. He would tell me what was new in his life, in no hurry to go meet the rest of the teens in our basement, the hangout for all the young people.

One night, while the teens were downstairs, playing music and having a good time, he came upstairs to get something to eat. I was having insomnia, playing some silly solitaire game on the computer. He got his food, but instead of going downstairs, he plopped down on the couch to give me pointers on how to score higher with the cards in front of me. He stayed on, asking me where I used to work, one of several questions about my life as he munched away.

In time, his name was in the pot for whatever I was making for dinner. He would go off to be with other teens, but then would come out to the kitchen to visit while I cooked. He mentioned he was getting another tattoo soon, saving up for it. I asked him to tell me the meaning of the tattoos he already had. Every one of them had to do with love, friendship, caring and kindness. There were others to mean he would never smoke, drink alcohol and take drugs. I was impressed.

One night, arriving after dinner had been served; he gave me his gentle smile as he said he was hungry. I said there were some frozen mini-pizzas, he could heat microwave a few. He kept that smile on his face, giving me the puppy eyes to say he really wanted something homemade. Of course, I fell for it. He followed me to the kitchen, just as a puppy would, visiting while I put together something for him. As I put it on the table for him, it was as if he had won the lottery. He was very excited and most appreciative, cleaning up everything afterwards.

I found out from him how much he loves to draw, hoping to make a career of it. He brings his drawings over, giving me the opportunity to see how talented he is. I admire how hard he works not only on each drawing, but also on going out to push his work in the art world.

Looking at this kind and talented young man from afar, a wrong impression is created. Seeing the tattoos would make many turn their backs on him. I feel my life is a better one because of who he is. He has taught me to turn away no one. Look deep inside the soul, where the spirit resides. Show interest in others. Share bread together. God is loving it, bringing diversity into one unit, once again letting us know we are all the same.

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Hope will bring a fragment of sunshine on dreary days.

~Marie Morrison~