Who Knows?
…so I’m really tempted not to blog at all - no one’s reading right now anyway.
Kayleigh and Barry are going to her senior prom tonight - she looked gorgeous…of course (Thanks, Andrea! 
). It made me feel proud…and old. Oh well, I think having an 18 year old is going to be full of occasions like that. I’ll take the feeling old part to get the feeling proud part…
And tomorrow’s Mother’s Day…
I’ll write about that tomorrow, but it does make me think of my very first Mother’s Day - I was so young, it’s a wonder Kayleigh even survived…
Friday’s Food Drop got me thinking…
When we were in Dallas for the Creative Church Conference, I heard about the “Dream Centers” around the country - places that rescue prostitutes and runaways and keep them safe until they get back on their feet.
Last night, as I was crying over the little girl in the shopping cart, Byron couldn’t console me - so instead he decided to get my mind working on a plan…
“Remember the Dream Center?” he said, “Maybe we need to go out to California and find out how they do that”.
It was only then that I stopped crying - my tears do no one any good anyway…unless they facilitate some kind of action…
So, we’ll see…who knows? The Orlando Rescue Mission Warehouse did have an old (really old) limo in the parking lot for sale. Maybe I’ll buy it and paint it and use it to rescue people…
maybe…
We’ll see. I’m thinking it would look great all tricked out with flames and a Barbie pink plush interior…or maybe turquoise…
I’m just going to keep dreaming and planning…who knows what may come of it.
Dreams are crazy and powerful things… I just feel this sense of urgency when it comes to making some of my dreams a reality…
Anyway, maybe I’ll call about the limo…and buy a can of paint. Maybe…
Have a peaceful night.
And sweet dreams.
