Snapshot of the "perfectly normal" secret

I'm perfectly normal.  I just have a secret side to me.  Everyone does.  Who does'nt have their quirks, their ups, their downs; each their own silliness to shrug off?

If you live in Grapevine, Texas, I'm your friendly neighborhood cashier at Walgreens.  Every day I do my best to smile and welcome the people who come through the door, and I enjoy the interactions I have with them no matter how mundane.

Sometimes, however, I have a bad day when my thoughts get a little wayward.  Oh it used to be much worse than it is now.  I used to believe and accept that the thoughts I had were true, and those false truths defined me for quite some time in my life.

I constantly overheard what I thought were the feelings of others towards me, bits of conversations I heard became clear in my mind as utterances of dislike, and it drove a wedge between myself and everyone else.  For awhile I accepted it, but not anymore.

When I was younger, I felt unloved but I did not understand why.  The feelings of rejections imbedded themselves subconsciously from things I overheard or read in others' body language.  Now I notice when I overhear something, and I get feedback about it either from the person who I thought said it (if I feel comfortable with them), or with my husband later on.  When I started doing this, I found out that I was overhearing a lot of the wrong things.

In Proverbs it says to avoid overhearing conversations not meant for your ears because you may hear someone laughing at you...  and you too may have laughed at another.  That does not mean it is our final opinion of the person.

     

The Rose That Helped me Smell the Flowers

A Rose sprung up at my workplace who was quite nice.  Ironically, the first thing I felt was the thorn.  Ouch! That hurt. This Rose must've thought me quite nasty as I quickly dropped her to the floor.  However, a funny thing came about.  When she hit the floor she looked up at me and smiled.  Soon,  I was smiling back.  And then as I worked with her I developed a relationship with this flower.  This Rose found out more about me and began reflecting back to me parts of myself, good stuff I did not realize or thought wrong to advertise.  This Rose is part of the reason I also blossomed and became a flower.  I became a Violet.  

As a Violet, I attracted the bees just like she did, and one day a bee picked me up and swept me away where I landed in another state.  The Rose tried to keep in touch but the violet was preoccupied w her new life.  One day I called and didnt get a response. I tried to find her in my facebook friends but alas she was no longer there.  The worst part is this Violet could probably find her if she remembered her last name.  And so she learned sometimes last names are important too.

And so Rose of Walgreens in Eagle Rock, this blog is for you and I hope and pray you find this when you need it.

I dont know where you are, but you are special--God has used you to bless me as I pray I am passing blessings along to others.