Tracy's Blog

Maybe the title of my blog should be "Pepsi's Blog" instead of "Tracy's Blog" since I am yet again going to tell you a story about walking our dog. It was a lovely afternoon and Clint, Tim, and I were walking Pepsi along the street we live on. All of a sudden a little black dog came running across the street. I think he was excited to greet Pepsi. His owner was calling out for him so I watched her for a moment until my eyes were drawn to the road. There was a car coming! The dog was running straight across the street. The car was coming at a normal but quick enough speed. A collision seemed inevitable. What happened? Well, if left only to my eye witness account, you would never know. Why? Because I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to see the dog get hit so I shut my eyes tight. When I didn't hear a "thud", I opened my eyes. The dog was running off. The car was picking up speed again. "What happened?" I asked Cli...

On Sunday morning, I was walking our dog, Pepsi, down our street.  It was very quiet when something peculiar happened.  A woman stopped her car several meters in front of us and got out.  I recognized her as the grandmother of a girl who attended a preschool program with Timmy but I couldn't remember her name as that was years ago.  As we got closer, she asked if it was okay if she gave Pepsi a treat.  I said yes and she asked him to sit, which he eagerly did.  She gave him several treats and petted him lovingly.  Pepsi was in his glory as he loves attention of any sort!  She told me that she once had two labs but they both died of cancer when they were 7 years old and how that broke her heart.  Then as quickly as it started, it was over.  She was back in her car and off to work while we continued on our way. My immediate thoughts were about love and what it does. Love motivates. Love grieves. Love obeys. Diana (I asked her name) w...

Today I was suppose to meet someone at 10:00 am in the lobby of an apartment building.  10:00 came and went and she wasn't there.  I sat down on a bench outside and started to stress asking myself, "Did I misunderstand the location?" In those minutes I had to wait (she showed up at 10:15 am as she thought we had agreed on that time), a variety of things happened. 1) I started to question myself 2) I felt anxious 3) I thought about how this could apply to waiting for God and maybe I could write a blog about it 4) I ran into someone I knew and had a friendly chat. This brief experience today has me thinking.  It has me thinking about how quickly I begin to doubt - myself and others - when I end up waiting.  Am I this way with God?  Sometimes.  Sometimes I am okay with waiting.  I know things take time.  I know there are many aspects to the coming of the kingdom of God in a specific situation.  But others times I am no...