splish-splash

I washed my car today.

Anytime I work on my car, interiorly or exteriorly, I always think of my dad.

He was an auto-body mechanic.

He was most respected for & specialized in exterior repair.

For a short period of time he owned his own automotive Garage:

Wally’s Auto-Body Shop!

Sometimes, (but not often,) my mom would let me hang-out at the Garage with dad.

I can still smell the primer, auto-grease and the over-spray of new car paint.

One day, while I was hanging around the shop, he taught me how to bondo!

Not many people know this but I actually was quite good at it.

My first car was an AMC Pacer that I purchased for $100.
Needless to say, it needed LOTS of bondo!!

My dad use to say, “the trick with bondo was to have just the right amount of confidence to push the putty around, but a light enough touch to end up with a smooth coat.”

I loved when he allowed me to work with bondo & often pretended I was a sculptor!

After doing it a few times with several disastrous attempts; he told me with surprising pride, “You’ve got the right touch. Now, stop staring & start sanding!”

Giggles.

I still remember how special that made me feel in his eyes.

There were not many such moments between my dad & I – our relationship was rather messy – but I suppose that is why he comes to mind each time I’m cleaning my car.

Just like the car dust, sticky grandchildren finger-prints, and any candy wrappers on the floor I’ve wiped up & thrown away – so too – the “mess” between my father & I has been equally discarded.

My faith has helped me to do that.

And the brave testimony’s of other people’s journey too.

The things they’ve learned and the kindness they have shown when taking the time to share about their own “messiness” is consoling.

We often find hope as we discover we’re not alone in our “mess” -that others have cleaned up, patched things together, sanded things down and been made new again, too.

This weekend I imagine I will have the opportunity to clean-up even more, as I attend the 138 Women’s Conference being hosted in my Diocese.

Two dynamic women will be speaking and there is no doubt I will discover something the Lord wishes me to improve – to push & smooth & sand my Spirit just a little bit more.

I know I will bee 🐝 made New in some manner, because the Lord’s got just the right touch to move through the words these wonderful ladies will be speaking.

And I can’t wait to hear how proud my Father in heaven will be…both of them.

hugs n’ blessings for the ways you are sculpting your life to be!

rainbows and unicorns

Let me be the FIRST to say…..

(because I’m an entire 24 hours early)

hAPpy

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call. me. love. (a birthday poem.)

Love is patient and kind.

1Corinthians 13:4

For all the many ways we are called to become LOVE itself!

Once upon a time there was a chaquita-banana girl

celebrating a very special day.

And though her daddy wouldn’t be there,

he loved her just the same!

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