IMG_1198What if we meet God everyday…I was having a “moment”, a moment all Moms get when her heart is so heavy it pulls all the way down inside by her belly, the pain only a mother knows when she hurts for her children. I was missing the sweet smell of my baby’s hair, the soft touch, its softer than cotton, my babies hair, I can still feel my fingers gingerly feathering the whips of dark hair, softly, ever so softly over my first borne head…playing melodies of memories with each stroke, just him and I, perfect even if just for a moment, breathing in the sweet smell of honey and milk from his breath and outlining his cheerio lips with my gaze, memorizing every detail down to what I called a” nipple callous”, it’s the little layer of skin on the upper lip that presents when a newborn is working their mouth to suckle his mothers breast…It was “That Moment”…I was pulling my heartstrings over all day long.
I realized, I had been turning this moment over and over again all day that I hadn’t had a chance to think about the growl in my stomach as I was driving home from work. I knew that I wouldn’t take the time to prepare something at home, so I conveniently went in McDonald’s on my way home. As I walked in the door, it was quiet and I remembered my first job was at McDonald’s I was barely 16 years old when I got the job. It was the year of 1988 and my belly bloomed about 6 months pregnant. I remember I had to tuck my uniform top into my pants just right so no one would know the button and zipper could not be closed…they didn’t have matuirity pants giggles. The same smell of french fries and floor cleaner lingered in the air.
I went to the counter and ordered two cheese burgers to- go, offered my money and took a seat for the first time that day. I noticed a man, he actually opened the door for me on my way in.  He kept casting glances my way, as if he might want to ask me something. He seemed to be just sitting by the door, as I think back now he didn’t even have food or a drink near, it’s funny I didn’t think of it at the time.  He was what I guessed to be about 62 years old, he wore a white ball cap to cover the snow-white hair, he wore a white shirt pulled somewhat snug over a round belly, He wore jean shorts and sneakers, I am not quite sure why I noted his appearance at the time.  I kept feeling an approaching question from him and maybe a hesitancy like feeling that He needed to ask me something, so I did was I thought felt right…I closed my eyes and silently prayed that if this man has something to ask of me, let him ask…Just then my food was ready.
I grabbed my food, almost disappointed to head out without talking with the kind man and curiosity had got me at that point, what was he going to ask or talk to me about…
As I walked out the door He held the door open for me to leave and as I passed by his jolly presence he looked at me… I knew… He knew…Then He let out a long chuckle of laughter..
It was not til the next day I understood His laughter as he let me out the door, then I began to laugh out loud too…How Many Times Have We Met God…

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My name is Kristie. My story begins with my eyes opening, yes I was so blinded by my environment that the TRUE ME could not be seen, it was quietly swept under the mat...and kept there for a very long time. I am a Girl, just a regular Girl. I was born in Mesa, AZ when the desert was seen for miles and miles, before the buildings took there place. My back yard gate opened up to a desert field with trees, bushes and light, dusty dirt. I made many forts as a child in that was a place for me to go...sometimes I would sneak out the house just in time to open that back gate and with my little night gown still on and bare feet and walk in to the open field to watch the wonderous sun rise over the Superstition Mountains. It was amazing. I grew up and graduated high school in Arizona, went to college and graduated...I had no Idea at 44 years old how my life would change. Life is Challenge, a lesson, an understanding and a Gift...I can only hope that readers will find themselves and find that Gift through the process of change....

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