One Man’s Trash

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” I saw this quote posted on a refrigerator in someone’s house. The house was dilapidated and didn’t even have an air conditioner. There was hardly any furniture in the house and bugs had set up camp in the living room.

As I looked at the sweet man in the living room, his face lit up with joy as we talked. He didn’t waste one word on complaining about what he had to live in, he was too busy smiling. I would have been horrified to live in this house but he was thankful.

Sometimes it is not the house that we live in but actually a person that we consider to be trash. A lot of people think that homeless people are trash. I am under the impression that no one has bothered to search for what treasure may lie within them.

Recently I had commented to some coworkers about how fond I was of a particular patient. Their response surprised me. “I am glad you like her because no one else was willing to take care of her.” Apparently other agencies had also said that they wouldn’t serve her.

She has been a long term patient of mine and I drive quite a way to see her. She is a storyteller. Her stories range from accounts of severe abuse at the hands of her family of origin and first two husbands-to stories of love with her current husband and her only son. It is always a fascinating hour that I spend with her. She has a brilliant memory and remembers dialogue from years past with uncanny accuracy.

She has become one of my favorites and I am so privileged to have been the nurse who discovered the treasure within her.

“I knew something was wrong.”

“I just knew something was wrong. I could feel it. I started praying for you, really hard. I just knew something was wrong.”

These were the words that a dear friend of mine said to me several weeks ago. She is actually a patient of mine and I was supposed to do a visit on her but instead I had to go to the ER. I had a pulse rate of 120 and my normal pulse is 60-70.

To have patients like this, who are so closely in sync with my spirit, is such a blessing. I dearly love this lady and I consider it a privilege to be able to serve her in my nursing profession.

As I was thinking about this the other day, I reflected on times in which the Holy Spirit had led me to intercede forcefully for my children. I remember the day when I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “your son’s eternal destination is in question.”

I knew exactly which son God was referring to. I started praying, crying, speaking in tongues and declared full warfare on the devil. At the end of that week I got a call from that son, “I had an accident,” he said. “I broke my collar bone.”

I was so relieved it was only his collar bone. I truly believe that the devil had intended him to lose his life in that accident. Due to the urging of the Holy Spirit, and a mother’s prayers, the devil’s assignment was not fulfilled.

Then another night I was already in bed and I felt as if my daughter’s life was in danger. I started interceding for her. I got another call from her and she said she had been in a car accident. Someone had run a red light and totalled her car.

As I reflected on both of these times in my life as a single mother I realized that in both situations the vehicle that my children were driving didn’t survive the accident but my children’s lives were spared. I have come to realize that God does not care a flip for things, He is all about people.


I like making new friends. I like having men as friends and also women. The problem is that my male friends always want to be more than just a friend.

Recently I met a new guy and boy did we hit it off. We talked for hours on end and I thought there was a chance that I had met my soul mate. I told him my thought process regarding sex and marriage and I thought he understood that I wasn’t intending to sleep with anyone until a commitment had been made.

So after talking for several days we decided to meet. I actually let him come to my house. I usually never do that and I even invited him along on a trip. I have never done that either with a new acquaintance. He was just so likeable and so wonderful. He was adventurous and witty, a good Christian and very well to do, if what he said was true. I had no reason to believe that he was lying.

So this weekend I met this wonderful guy. He was very nice and in time I thought there was a chance I could fall in love with him but it would take time.

He was nice enough to try and help me get rid of a virus on my laptop and my desk happens to be in my bedroom. My desk has been in my bedroom for over a year and NO, it is not a lure to get men into my bed. I merely like looking out my bedroom window at my beautiful backyard when I am writing.

Pretty soon he had me in bed, we were both fully clothed, but being in bed was not what I had planned for the night. I laid there for just a minute and then he said he was going to set his alarm so that he could get up in time in the morning. I was like, “What?!! Seriously?!!” I laid there for just a minute more and then got up out of bed saying. “I can not do this. This is our first date and I can just not do this. You need to go home.”

It took just one more night for us to split the ties completely and when we did part ways we both did so with a great amount of respect for each other. I still think he is a wonderful and terrific man. I pray that the very best in life happens to him. I was sad to think that we couldn’t remain friends but I was elated that for the first time in a long time I actually stood up for myself and told a man exactly what I thought. There have been way too many times I have given in to men and have regretted the consequence of an unhealthy relationship.

It is interesting that this is one of the shortest relationships I have ever had but I have very fond memories of this man. The second night we talked on the phone we talked for five hours straight. I am glad that I cut it off though. I have learned that sometimes a short relationship full of good memories is better than a long relationship full of bad.


I was listening this morning to a church sermon on the internet. It was a sermon based on Ephesians 6:1-3 “Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. 2“Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— 3“so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.”

It was, of course, a sermon to honor Father’s. I am so thankful to God that I have a Father to honor and I try my hardest to honor him.

The pastor didn’t stop there though, he went further. He implied that we should honor our father’s no matter what their fathering skills happened to be. That is when I tuned out and if I had actually been in church I may have gotten up and walked out. The verse explicitly says “obey your parents in the Lord”. To me that means if you can’t imagine God doing that to you then you don’t have an obligation to honor them.

For the record I do not believe that God would sexually molest any young child, whether they be a little boy or girl. I am certain he would not abuse a child.

Hey wait a minute… what about Abraham and Isaac? Didn’t the Bible say that God wanted Abraham to offer Isaac up as a sacrifice? So you are probably thinking that was a bit sadistic right? I totally agree with you. Yet I ask you this? Did Isaac suffer even one scratch on his body in this test of loyalty? There is no record of Isaac being hurt in any way.

If Abraham had said “No, I will NOT offer my son up to you and what kind of God are you to ask me to do that?” Isaac would not have been hurt. As it was Abraham honored the Lord and Isaac honored Abraham in the Lord and Isaac was not hurt and Abraham was blessed.

The crazy people these days who mutilate their children because they supposedly have “darkness or demons” in them are definitely not parents “in to the Lord.”

Recently one of my dear friends told me a story about a little boy who was beaten to death by his father. It was out in their front yard and there were quite a few people who drove by who did absolutely nothing to help. Finally a sheriff shot and killed the father from a helicopter but by that time the little boy had passed on.

There is no reason or excuse to beat a child to death. I hope and pray that little boy is in heaven and his father is in the deepest and hottest part of hell.

According to the preacher this morning I would be wrong in my thoughts regarding this and he may have been the kind of person who would have driven by.

Funny thing, I just can’t imagine Jesus or God driving by…


I heard from a friend of mine that he could not read my latest post so I am going to publish this one again. Please excuse me if this is the second time you have read this post. I hope you enjoy it!

I was thinking the other day of how wonderful God is and how he answers prayer.

My son who lives in Louisiana is staying there for the summer. He works at a bookstore part time while he attends Louisiana Tech to gain an engineering degree. He was looking to move into a different house with some friends and he was also looking for a second job to work at during the summertime. I wish I could have helped him but all I could do was pray. He happened to find a job which was just a short walk from the new house he and his friends found. I was so happy for him.

The other day when I woke up I asked God to show me if I could help someone in a special way. Sometimes I give money to the homeless, other times I will open a door for someone who has their arms full of produce and one time I even changed batteries in someone’s smoke alarm.

I went about my day enjoying the time I had with my patients and then I stopped by the office where my company is located at. I made the rounds and greeted everyone and attended to the business I went there for.

Then I started out to my car. Except I didn’t get to my car. I got to the end of the entranceway outside the building and then I was stopped by a coworker. She asked if I was in a Celica or the other car. I said “No, I wasn’t in either of those cars. I was in the Hyundai.” I continued on my way to my car. She said, “That’s the one! I need a jump because my battery is dead.”

Wouldn’t you know it? My car was right beside hers. Well, I was already done with my patients and I did have battery cables in the back of my car. I mean I have been a single Mom for eighteen years. I am very familiar with those big red and black giant clothespins that are the lifeblood of cars who need a battery resurrected.

So we both popped our hoods and went about fixing that battery. We are both girly girls so we were quite the site in all of our finery. We were actually parked just close enough to each other that the cables could attach to each battery if we stretched the cable completely out. Pretty soon her engine started purring and we knew that she would be okay.

The lady was very grateful to me but she was more grateful to God. We both acknowledged that He must have had a hand in this because the timing of our meeting was perfect. She got her prayer answered and I got mine answered too.