U- Ts

I'm baaaaack...
Thank you GOD for a fantastic weekend.
Thank you for your watchful Eye over all of us from east to west, north and south!
I am pleased to report California is still on the map and all are safe!
Dad experienced an earthquake Sunday night.
From the look on Jackie's mug, I think it was Jack who was tramatized.
I think this might have been Jack's first 10 second, 5.0.
But again, GOD is an awesome GOD as HE has prepared them well, should it happen again!
(Let's hope that was it).

"For those of you who know me" music is right up there with FRIENDSHIP and GOD, and I had the pleasure of experiencing all of it this weekend!
My support plays the guitar, fantasically, and had several gigs this weekend.
Some outdoors along the cool waterside, where shades of blues and greens graced the skies, small children's voices and vendors with their wares... and another in a smoke-filled room with an even more killer variety of bad attitudes, and heavy drinkers.
But with that came what I will call U-Ts.
Unexpected Treats.
Unexpected Treats are things that cross one's path out of no where.
There is no rhyme or reason as to why these things happen but you know, they are sent by GOD and they are more than an awesome experience!
Finding a $50 bill in the pocket of your winter coat is a UT.
Being short a small amount change while in the check out line and having the person behind you say"Oh! I got it" is a UT.
I have candies/fruit/chocolate/cookies displayed (and I do mean displayed; in jars, on metal racks, platters, crystal dishes) at my desk each day for those co-workers who come my way.
It is always a surprise what I will have for 3 o'clock snack.
Someone keeps putting cash in an envelope and leaving it on my chair. Nice UT....
A very simple gesture; but a card sent (or received), for no apparent reason is a UT.
Receiving kisses and hugs when you thought a handshake might be too much; a definate UT.
Our Grandkids are UTs.
But this weekend bought me the ULTIMATE UT.
I met a long time friend again after 30 something years of separation.
As I sat quietly at my table, the music became more soothing than ever.
The bass guitar hummed at me like a snake charmer and his flute.
His notes becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.
His style so unique and his technique so outstanding.
Thirty years brings lots of change.
Changes in attitude, appearance, growth, a new found peace and time all contribute.
But there was a certain glow in his eyes, a certain memorable feel I was experiencing.
The band takes a break and my support whines for food.
The next thing I know, my little brain clicks and there he is right in front of me;
the one and only, FUNKY GEORGE.
What an awesome reunion!
He is still the "Gentle Ben " of the 70's.
A warm kindred spirit, a fabulous bass player!
One of the UTs here was his immediate reaction to me.
He sang praises and complimented my youthfulness.
The most comforting comment?.... of was how nice a person he says I (still) am.
We reminesced of the great musicians he's played with and friends alike.
Funky George is one of the UTs of a lifetime.
To renite with someone so wonderful is a blessing from GOD.
One of HIS UTs.

The word for today is JOY.
Having the joy of Jesus is real joy!
Today let HIM show you joy.

Be sure to share it with someone.