Amy's 'momentary trouble'

When I was a child, I had a toy called Major Matt Mason. He was what could be called one of the very first action figures and he was an astronaut. He was rubberized and had multiple joints which would ‘click’ and stay in position. He also had many accessories which you could buy that would allow him to move, talk or…well, be an astronaut. Major Matt was one of my favorite toys and I played with him a lot…that is until one day, one of his joints in his arm broke. And when I bent his arm to ‘click’ into place…it didn’t click…instead, it just flopped back into its neutral position. However, I continued to play with him…but he wasn’t the same, he was broken…usable, but changed. Eventually his arm fell off near the joint at the elbow, exposing a little wire. My mother, being the good, safety conscious mother that she was, took Major Matt as it now posed a safety hazard. As children, our favorite toys come and go. They break and are thrown away or are boxed up and placed in the attic where they collect dust and fade from our memories. In this disposable world, things that are well used or partially broken are often tossed aside, they've long since been replaced with the new and shiny fresh and unused.

I’m not a Toy and by no means am I Major Matt Mason, however, much like a child’s toy, I know I am well used and at times feel I may be broken. I really am not saying this from a ‘woe is me’ mentality…it just makes me wonder. Will I too be placed on a shelf to collect dust…or boxed up…never to be used again…never to experience that which I SO need…I wonder. I pray this isn’t the case because I am not ready…I’m not prepared to face that lonely fate. I have always had a great need to be needed… wanted…loved. I know and understand that God has a plan for me and my life; it’s just difficult not knowing which path He will lead me down. Where I go from here MUST be by God’s design…I just don’t trust my heart.

Jeremiah 29:11 - "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

I heard a new song on the radio today…

Walking her Home – Mark Schultz

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes
And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
own that old road With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
A nursing home At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said
Oh Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out
But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side

Oh he was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home
He was walking her home

For the love of Amy - V