Being a Fixer

Most folk will probably agree that men believe we are fixers. Even my granddaughter will be quick to tell you "G-Da can fix anything." I have learned that most times I first need to listen to Janet recap her day or some random situation she has encountered. I will admit I struggle as I wait for permission to put some testosterone on it. This is where God has shown me how to be less of a fixer and more of a healer. I can’t fix every problem but I can help to heal the wound caused by it. I listen for the pain or frustration in her voice and watch her body language. I need to absorb and dilute that frustration with my strength and peace. Janet needs to feel my empathy and love. She does not need sympathy or a war cry to solve her “problem”. Believe me, this sister can wage her own wars. I married a cute (long legged) cleaver girl that has matured into a dynamically powerful, and incredibly beautiful mature woman. My role is to spread my wings of love and cover her through it all. My words of comfort and my embrace heal her mind and spirit. She is now back on track to be the woman that God has intended her to be. God has given me more power to heal than fix. I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty!

Celebrate Family

I had plans for February. I wanted to celebrate some brothers in my life. I wanted to continue my quest to show Janet how much I loved and cherished her. I wanted to solidify my friendships and stay on this creative train of reading, writing and emptying this vessel of random but connected thoughts. I committed to these things. Then God. Then God. Then God introduced me to my mortality. He asked me to minister to the families of folks He called home. He then called members of my family, Monica Wilson-Figueroa and Betty Green. I drifted from the weight of their loss. According to His purpose, their purpose on the “third rock” from the sun was completed. It is hard to deal with the physical loss, but as long as there is a story to tell about them, a moment of joy that springs from your gut when you think of them then they will never truly be gone. I want to take a moment to express my undying love for my daughters. God trusted Janet and me with them and we have kinda grown attached to them. Never let a day go by without thanking God for the blessings that He has entrusted you with. Never let a day go by without speaking the words “I love you” to them. You never know when His purpose in them will be fulfilled. So, I just want to publicly tell my daughters and my forever love how much I really love you and am so very proud of you. Glad the tomb is empty.