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Fortune Cookie: Thank God I don't have to drive sometimes (aka Jesus take the wheel).

I love Chinese food. It's terrible. Not the food. The food is great, but my love for the greasy grub with a sprinkle of MSG is terrible. At one point, I was making my junkie run to the Great Wall Restaurant for lunch... Every. Dang. Day.

Now I won't comment on the huge portions compared to the less-than-$5 price tag. I'm scared to know the secret of the mystery meat. What animal dies for me to get a bucket-load for less than a McDonald's meal? Chickens and cows just don't come to mind.

But I make that run several times a month and I need a place to talk about my fortune cookies. I stick them on my computer. I tape them to my notebooks. And now, I can blog about them. With that, and a cheesy drum roll, I bring you another installment to my very first blog feature: Fortune Cookie.

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So I reached into my stash of fortunes and came out with this one:

"Right now, there's an energy pushing you
to stay on your path."

Boy, do I know it! Sometimes when I look back and look around, I know I didn't have enough of my own motivational strength to even get up in the morning. Some days I drag my arse to work and don't see anything past the paycheck to keep my wheels turning. And when all hell breaks loose, I can't deny that my only strength has been the Father who sits in heaven.

Perhaps it's the Easter holiday. Perhaps it's the TD Jakes DVD I watched late last night. Or heck... maybe it's just gas. But for a moment, I stopped looking around the corner... I stopped peeking under rocks... all long enough to take a look up to the only hill from which cometh my help.

And if just the thought of God's loving hand can lift an entire human spirit, imagine the wonders that come when we move out of the way and let him really get involved.

I have lived the life of faith that looks up. I have lived the life of doubt that looks down. I have cycled from one to another over the course of time. But I can say without hesitation that faith truly operates in the life of a believer to degrees that defy words.

So if you're in the doubt-time of your faith walk, take a look around and realize the energy that keeps pushing you on your path. While you were sleeping at the wheel, somebody kept your whack-azz hooptie on the road. Like the footprints in the sand, you were carried until you mustered the courage to believe again.

I had no idea this fortune cookie post would go this way. But hey... Sometimes an energy pushes us on the right paths, and apparently somebody needed to hear this today.

Be well, be blessed, and Happy Easter!

Fortune Cookie: Am I Just a Silly Gal?

I love Chinese food. It's terrible. Not the food. The food is great, but my love for the greasy grub with a sprinkle of MSG is terrible. At one point, I was making my junkie run to the Great Wall Restaurant for lunch... Every. Dang. Day.

 

Now I won't comment on the huge portions compared to the less-than-$5 price tag. I'm scared to know the secret of the mystery meat. What animal dies for me to get a bucket load for less than a McDonald's meal? Chickens and cows just don't come to mind.

 

But I make that run several times a month and I need a place to talk about my fortune cookies. I stick them on my computer. I tape them to my notebooks. And now, I can blog about them. With that, and a cheesy drum roll, I bring you my very first blog feature: Fortune Cookie.

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So yesterday I had some White Meat Chicken (yeah, right) with Garlic Sauce. I topped off my lunch combo with an egg roll. What mother-lovin' American wouldn't?

 

I cracked open my fortune cookie, and received a message about why some folks secretly (but not so inconspicuously) despised me:

 

Your ability to find the silly in the
serious will take you far!

 

No kidding. I am a natural when it comes to finding a comedic gem in the middle of just about any circumstance.

 

I'll never forget falling into a city-drilled hole about 17 years ago. No kidding. I was looking cute in my high-heels. Outfit bangin'. Hair was did ("done" for those with grammar fetishes). And I was out with a male friend surrounded by a group of our old school male friends and his other buddies. I was the only chick in the bunch. I was steppin' and posin' like they were the paparazzi.  Paris Hilton doesn't have a thing on the 20-year old ME.

 

I took one step in the dark and got sucked down by a hole about the diameter of my leg... all the way up to my THIGH. No kidding. I just disappeared. And that hole just about created a vacuum around my leg. I must have looked like I was humping the ground as I struggled to pull my leg out of that hole.  And the whole time, I'm wonder if I'll be able to pull my leg out without losing my favorite pair of sexy while heels.

 

I laughed until I cried. My friend laughed with me. Some of his buddies caught on that it was okay... and they laughed too.

 

But I'll never forget our school friend since the 7th grade, "J," the one who didn't laugh. He looked horrified. His eyes were huge. I wasn't hurt. But he looked wounded.

 

"But aren't you embarrassed?"

"Why should I be?"

"You were walking and then you just disappeared!"

"I couldn't see myself, but I imagine it was hilarious from where you were. I found that image funny. I'm not hurt. Life is too short. If I can't laugh at myself, something is wrong."

 

I'll never forget that day. Not only because was it really funny, but several years later, I learned that "J" gave up on life and committed suicide. I never expected that Night of the Hungry Hole to become the only warning sign I had that such a young man was hopelessly depressed. He couldn't find laughter in his heart. And that's a tragedy whether you commit suicide or continue to live your life in that dark place.

 

So I'll take my spot-on fortune cookie to the bank. I'm thankful for my merry heart that finds the silly in the serious.