Just about everyone I have talked to recently has either had the bad cold, knows someone who has had it or is on the verge. Six days in the house and I was going stir crazy. Cancelling most all of my activities this week, I was keeping in mind a conversation I had with my husband who actually stayed home from work sick (and THAT is weird in itself). He said, “you know, we are older now and it will take longer for us to recover.” Older? I am still 35 in my head! I was 21 in my head for decades and only recently have grown older in mind. True, our bodies are older and need more rest, so I took his advice. Boy, was I glad I did because I was down for the count!  

Today I got dressed and put on actual makeup. That was exhausting in itself. I was sure that if I went out without makeup that this would be the day I would run in to Bradley Whitford or Rob Lowe. I have met and talked with Rob Lowe about the first book he wrote. That man has unnatural blue eyes! Gosh he is adorable and so is his darling wife. When I met her first and told her how much I enjoyed his book she asked me to please tell him. His mom was a high school teacher and a writer. I told him she would have been proud of him. He flashed me that signature smile which promptly turned me into a giggling 14 year old inside. Outside I was friendly and refined, smiling my signature smile right back at him. He is also my height which kind of threw me off. Just my luck Rob would see me at my local grocery store and not even recognize me sans makeup so, makeup it was.

My neighborhood is very diverse. I love my little city of Lemon Grove. At the center of town there is a huge concrete lemon with our town slogan: best climate on earth. I remember writing to my cousin Frank when he was in Viet Nam and telling him that the lemon had been stolen. That was before it was concrete! I also remember sending him cookies in a 5 lb. coffee can only to find out the can had been smooshed to smithereens. He said he enjoyed the very stale crumbs! When I was a pre-teen I would watch a TV show called Combat every Wednesday night at 7:00 with my step dad Roger. I can still hear the theme music in my head and see the characters of Sarge, Kirby, Cage, Doc and Little John. Each week in the show this rag tag band of brave soldiers fought the Germans in black and white. In one episode Little John got a birthday cake from his mom. Throughout that episode, amidst enemy fire, diving in to foxholes, patrolling burnt out villages and crossing mine fields Little John kept that cake in tact being told in a note not to eat it until his actual birthday. The next day as he opened the box the cake was in crumbles! Weird things our brains hold on to, right?

Anyway, I digress. At the store there were people of many nationalities. As I slowly walked around I heard many languages being spoken; a mom comforting her child in Arabic, a husband and wife discussing apples in Spanish, a tall blonde lady telling two kids to stop bickering in what sounded like Swedish. There were women dressed in colorful jalbibs, an old man with his 2 dogs in the cart, grandparents wrangling a cranky 2 year old, it was diverse. 
As I got up to the counter to pay I saw 2 pennies on the counter by the cash register. It looked like someone left them there. I didn’t have the nerve to ask for them so I thanked God that I live in America where we have such a diverse population and so many choices. The clerk and I bagged up my groceries and I pulled my cart away. Yes, I actually remembered to take bags in with me! 

As I walked by another cash register I saw two more bright shiny pennies on the ground. I stopped and picked them up and handed them to the clerk. She said, “oh gosh what am I going to do with these?”. There was my opening. I told her about my penny journal and showed her where on the penny it says In God We Trust. In the corner of my eye I saw a beautiful woman in a jalbib looking intently at me then when I looked her way and smiled she looked down and continued writing her check. The clerk said, “oh, I like that. It’s kind of like a gratitude journal or an angel thing.” I told her that it always reminded me to trust in God; that I was leaving a legacy for my grandchildren to read and know that our God can be trusted as I wrote out every page. She gave me the pennies back. I then gave one back to her and suggested that she start her own journal. She told me she loved that idea. No telling how many people around heard the exchange between us. I have a voice that carries but try not to be too off putting when I want to raise the volume a tad. 
My joy today was sharing my trust in God with several folks standing at that cash register. Who knows? Maybe several started a penny journal today. Alas, I did not run in to Rob Lowe but one never knows what tomorrow may bring!

#InGodwetrust #LeavingALegacy 



I have a cold. Yep, the creeping crud has got me all laid up. Boy, have times changed for me. When my kids were growing up I worked full time. I don’t remember having the luxury of a sick day. Perhaps I stayed home if I couldn’t even dress myself but that was rare. 

My heart goes out to you working moms who go to work sick. I was looking at WebMD to see if I should go to the doctor. Some of the descriptions cracked me up. It said, “if you’ve got a tickle in the back of your throat or it feels like mucous dripping in the back of your throat, get up and go to work”!  Heck, I’ve gone to work with red watery eyes, snot dripping out of my nose, a slight fever and having to be quiet while coughing or holding a sneeze. I know you do too. Being a mother of a special needs child with a compromised immune system I took sick leave days to care for her. 

At one of my jobs the “big boss” called me in to his office one day. I was nervous because he and I were just on a “saying hi in the hall” basis. I really didn’t think he even knew my name. He told me that I had taken too much time off. Well, I knew I had been diligent about keeping track of my time. I asked him how much time I had taken. He told me I had used 11 days of the 12 I was given. Trying to be as respectful as possible I asked him why that was an issue. I was given 12 days, couldn’t I take them? He told me they were given to me but I wasn’t supposed to use them all. My job was getting done, I had great reviews, I was on time what was the problem? He asked me why I was sick so often. I told him I used my leave time to take care of my sick daughter. She had been in the hospital so I took 5 days off in a row.  He asked me if I had family that could care for her or if I could pay someone to take her to the doctor! Needless to say I gave my notice shortly after that. Ladies, I feel your pain.

God sustained me through all of those very difficult days. Each day I would wake up with a new attitude, put my game face on and go to work to do my very best for the Lord. Our pastor had given a sermon on 1 Corinthians 10:31. The verse says, “whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”(NIV). Do it ALL for the glory of God. I may have shouted “glory to God” a time or two while eating a chocolate peanut butter cupcake or some of my cousins home made mac and cheese. I may have even given up a loud praise over a cold glass of water on a very hot day. Giving our best for Him at work, dealing with customers, co-workers, bosses, taking care of your kids, cooking, cleaning house, driving, shopping, whatever – do it to God’s glory! People are watching you. If you say you are a Christian believe me they are watching. Oh, we have our moments, but overall we can do this! You might feel like you are on your last nerve but God knows that. Tell Him! Ask for a life boat. Ask Him to show you His glory. 

Here I sit, 64 years of age. I made it through 30 years of working full time, raising a family, driving to practices, attending games, raising a special needs child, dealing with an alcoholic mother, keeping the house clean, doing mounds of laundry, packing lunches, making dinners, helping with homework (while still going to night school myself), going to church, teaching Sunday School, bible studies, being a wife to my husband, praying, all of it. I am here to tell the tale! My heart is very tender for you if you are reading this and you are on your last leg. You are tired, worn out and just done. Go to the well my darling sister. Spend time with the One who told the woman at the well that He gives living water. Let His word refresh you. That is the only way I made it through.

Today I have the blessing of being able to stay home and get well without being concerned about a job or young children. You can persevere precious one. You can! Shoot me an email if you need prayer. I will lift you up to the Heavenly Father. My email is terrie.bearden@gmail.com. You are not alone my friend. Not alone at all. To God be the glory! 

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