Published on February16, 2021
Chasing the Creator
Mental vacationing in Hawaii, but first the sink needs fixing
By Shirley Prihoda
I’ve heard many comments about my personality, but my all-time favorite is: “She lights up a room.” That one certainly counterbalances the ones who have said they wanted me to ‘leave’ a room. However, there are downsides to room lighting, such as when your own batteries are dead, and you can’t seem to find replacements in the drawer.
This week has been particularly rough, and the puzzling thing is, there is no obvious reason why. My dog didn’t die, (mainly because I don’t have one), and my current weight has me almost back into my wedding dress. The sad thing is, even if I could zip the dress, I wouldn’t be seen wearing it in public. Let me just say right here, fashion lied to us in the 1980s. If you’re a young person, which is anyone under 50, hold tightly to today’s photos, because one day you too will be saying, “What was I thinking!”
My light began to dim last week, and I didn’t realize it. Life is like that. You’re busy doing life, and then you realize it’s doing you. I really need a vacation, but there’s a slight problem with approaching my husband with this brilliant idea.
A Hawaiian vacation is one of my dreams, and I long to see it while I am still vertical. My daughter promises to take me with her one day, even if it’s in a Ziploc bag, and right now that looks like my best option! So, today, I’m going to Hawaii in my mind and acting as if jetting off to Hawaii is an everyday part of my life. Dream-cations allow you to do that. I exhale and allow myself to sink deeply into the spacious first-class seat. When I’m traveling on dream-cations, I always travel first-class.
The engines rev up, and the plane begins slowly moving down the tarmac. My heart soars as we take off, and I wonder if that’s what it will feel like when Jesus calls us to meet Him in the air. Maybe so. The Captain says, “We have left the North American continent.” And I anxiously await the white sands, blue water, and the Hula Girls saying, “Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii.” It is a small thing, but my batteries are dead and maybe being welcomed with open arms would be the recharge they need.
There are scientific studies that far exceed my IQ on the “Why and How” of being welcomed and valued alters a person’s reality, and I will leave that to them. I can tell you from practical experience that it does. I have watched the faces of people in business settings, social gatherings, and church services when they are noticed and warmly welcomed, and the transformation is amazing. What’s truly amazing is a person’s financial net worth has little bearing on this basic need. Most often it is hidden behind a well-concealed mask, but it’s there, nonetheless.
When I was a novice pastor, I don’t remember actually hearing the words that pastors should hide their emotional struggles, but somehow, I got the message loud and clear.
Since I’m a follow-the-rules kind of person, I tried. This is a consistent trait for most list makers. That, along with, all folded towels and washcloths must be placed on the shelf facing the same direction. Now would probably be a good time to remember to pray for my husband!
It didn’t work for me. Instinctively, I knew pretending and living behind an image would not connect me to people because it’s impossible to connect to an image; that’s why it’s called an image. That is, unless you’re a superhero. But being a good superhero requires a cape…and batteries, both of which we know I am presently lacking.
Although today I may have come close to superhero status. The water flow at the kitchen faucet had randomly begun to slow to a trickle. While at City Hall for a meeting, I brought up the diminishing flow to the assistant city manager. He seemed duly concerned and said he would send someone with a flow meter to check for a problem.
While cooking dinner, the flow worsened. In frustration, I flung open the cabinet doors, and intently looked under the sink. Not unlike when your car stops running, and you lift the hood. You don’t have any idea what you’re looking for, but it certainly photographs well!
We don’t need a superhero cape to make a difference in someone’s life. Baking cookies for someone - now that’s real superhero stuff! We are a blended family, and I have two names: Mimi and Nonnie. I was not consulted. Go figure.
Mi-Non’s Chocolate Chip Cookies
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