A Fleeting Moment On the Street is the challenge for this week.
I do not spend much time on the street, but while I covered news for our local newspaper, I did cover a proposition that involved the street, itself, as a fleeting moment.
First , you see the sign for a “fleeting moment” street, for those who can read.
As you can also see, it engenders wrath.
Next is the multi-cultural sign, which includes the non-reading culture, of course. And you also see folks around here have no trouble respecting that one.
The other sign, just in case . . .
Isn’t that how we always are? We resent what we do not understand and accept the easier stuff?
Yep.
And do we want to understand? Not always, if it means we might have been wrong. Admit it. We all do this.
However, quite often, those who put up warning signs are among those who know what’s coming and only hope, for a fleeting moment, to awaken us to dreadful possibilities, to protect us from our own mistakes, should we continue.
How kind!
How needed!
But — the pavement actually DOES end in a disastrously slippery way!
For an eye-witness report, from a sweet blogging lady, go here.
She speaks of her love for her friends and neighbors.
She is doing her best to help them.
Because she can.Because she is home.
She also says, on a subsequent post:
For once, I don’t feel much like I need to add anything to this glorious reassurance. Maybe I will sometime, but not this morning. This morning, this is my prayer – over my city, my life, and the lives of my loved ones.
“But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD; I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone. Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come.
Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, you who have done great things.
Who, O God, is like you?
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.”
He said, “Figuring out what I want to do next.”Just an artist with a louder paintbrush, he says.Definitely too loud for a baby!Such an adorable tot.You’ll knot escape the watchful gaze of a mama bear.“X” marks the spot for the tail, and the end of this photo tale.
I was so excited to be able to take photos of this artist
This lovely, hope-giving incident has made many smile through their tears. Enjoy:
This past week has been quite a doozy for me, and I find myself emotionally empty, physically drained, and in need of true fellowship and respite. I can’t get it from Levi today, as he is taking a well-deserved geek/guy break up in Denver with his buddies.
Anyway, after everything that has happened over the last month or so, I found myself itching to just get out. So, I decided to take the kids to Wendy’s. No play place, where they could share all kinds of yuck with any number of kids. The last thing I need is more illness. But that’s not what this post is about.
I was standing at the counter, ordering kids meals for all but Durin. He got an adult meal – the kid is officially a bottomless pit.
The lady tells me the total: $24.67.
I reach for my wallet, which … isn’t … *panic* … there