The beautiful nandinas I cut back were flourishing. But the clover that had grown up around them detracted from my art work. Pulling the clover, and other unwanted greenery, out I discovered an unexpected surprise hidden underneath.
It makes me wonder. What am I missing in my life that I might see if I paused to take a closer look? For instance, when an acquaintance says something so out of character I need to pause and ask, “Where did that come from?”
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.
Spring in Arkansas brings new leaves on trees, fresh colorful blooms, and potentially nightmarish weather. April 13, I watched as heavy rains caused flooding in Little Rock near my home.
A catastrophic damage causing F3 tornado on April 2nd, 2006 near Wynne, Arkansas. © iStockphoto/clintspencer
Pictures posted on Facebook included a car in water almost over the top of its hood and a collapsed retaining wall on Kavanaugh, a winding through street. Bad weather struck central Arkansas again Sunday, April 30, 2014, when an EF4 tornado swept across several counties. Homes and businesses were damaged or completely blown away to the foundation. The new $13 million Vilonia Intermediate School was totally destroyed. But the most heart-rending loss was the fifteen lives taken by the tornado.
How does one go on after family members, homes, and businesses are wiped out unexpectedly in a moment? Certainly the disaster workers, friends, and families as well as many other countless hearts that give of their resources to assist are a help. It might also help to tell your storm related story. The Hodgepodge Darling, a blogger named Jessica Sowards who identifies her blog as “one crunchy, Christian girl’s musings on homemade life, motherhood and the daily attempt to walk humbly with her God,” did just that on April 30, 2014. The post goes on to share her friend April’s faith amidst the grief of loss and her own personal physical injuries.
Though the weather predictions were bad, Sowards and her family moved to their new home with its concrete basement in Vilonia the day of the storm. “We’ll be safe, we thought. We were.” Sowards tells of watching the tornado as it moved over the area where her friend April Smith lives. Sowards’ husband went to check on the Smith family, then relayed the horrifying news of the death of the family’s two sons.
As a blogger, you never know when something will ring a bell with the masses and be shared across the blogosphere get picked up or even become viral. The post by The Hodgepodge Darling was published by Faith-it.com, local news stations, and even the Deseret News. As it came to me I was struck by the faith of April Smith, injured in a hospital bed, grieving the loss of her two sons and the family home. I was struck by the love of a friend who was at her side immediately after the tornado hit. I was struck that Soward was so trusted by her friend that Smith told her to publish her hospital bed picture and tell her story letting the whole world glimpse her at her lowest point.
Many of us enjoy folks coming alongside to celebrate our successes, milestones, good times. It takes real transparency to allow others in when we are battered, broken, bruised. The openness to share our deepest depths can be opportunity to show that life isn’t always a walk on the sunny side. Sometimes life’s path is trough dark times we could never imagine or foresee. The courage to tell of those difficult days can encourage others to face their own as well as come alongside. And for those lucky enough to have a friend like Jessica Soward to help you tell your story when you are unable to yourself I say, “Honey, you’ve hit gold.”
The brick and mortar bookstore will always be a necessity for one simple reason – the golden opportunity of stumbling on what might be a gem while looking for something else. Recently I visited my local Barnes and Noble bookstore where I was greeted by a table of books announcing an author signing. How could I resist Ha! : the science of when we laugh and why? I bought a copy, read most of it, and returned for the signing event on Saturday.
While I didn’t get the sense from reading the book or talking to the author that this is by any means a “how to be funnier” book – Weems says his comedy experience is purely observational – the book does explain why some things are funnier than others. Can some of the things Weems’ mentions be incorporated into personal comedy? What good is it to me as one seeking to be funnier if it can’t be? At least I’ll give it a try!
