Charleston Strong.

I’m so sorry that I have been quiet on social media. Last week, I went on vacation. While away and enjoying my spoiled self, my home faced an atrocity. I just could not share in picture-taking and picture-posting. I couldn’t brag about “Drinking Around The World” in Epcot which my friend and NEWITW fan, Nicole, suggested. I just couldn’t bring myself to share funny thoughts on social media. I could not laugh without being overwhelmed about how blessed I am to be at Disney, yet tremendously grief-stricken for my home.

So for this moment, I’m going to just allow the grief to set in. And pray. I pray for God to bring healing to the families of the victims and their murderer. I pray that Love will overcome and Grace will prevail. I specifically pray for:

Sharonda Coleman-Singleton
Cynthia Hurd
Susie Jackson
Ethel Lance
DePayne Middleton-Doctor
Clementa Pinckney
Tywanza Sanders
Daniel Simmons Sr.
Myra Thompson

Charleston mourns.(photo credit: http://wbtw.images.worldnow.com/images/8112598_G.jpg)

and, I will pray for Dylann Roof.

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I look out over my home in wonderment and veneration. Charleston is showing the world how to respond to evil. In Charleston, and all of South Carolina for that matter, one responds with Love and Grace. You bend your knee and you grab your neighbor’s hand in prayer and you hug strangers.

So for now, I’m going to just love on my neighbors. I’m going to continue praying for God to make me a better human being so that I can help change the world with Love and Grace. That is the least I can do to honor Sharonda, Cynthia, Susie, Ethel, DePayne, Clementa, Tywanza, Daniel and Myra.

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Charleston Strong (To purchase this print, visit: http://worship-artist.com/shop/charleston-strong-print)

Strangers hugging(photo credit: http://www.postandcourier.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=CP&Date=20150622&Category=PC16&ArtNo=622009998&Ref=PH&Item=46&NewTbl=1&MaxW=640&MaxH=430)

Praying over Ravenel Bridge(photo credit: http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnnnext/dam/assets/150622181014-unity-march-charleston-0621-super-169.jpg)

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Southerners & Ice = Oil & Vinegar.

I haven’t been able to go to work for 2 days this week. It’s cold. It’s more than cold. It’s frigid and icy and there’s still snow on the ground. Y’all know that it’s ALWAYS 800 degrees and never snows in the South. Surely you can understand why Southerners get a little upset and panicky. We just aren’t equipped with proper tools to handle it. This winter storm brought lots of ice and a bit of snow to my neck of the woods, Charleston, SC. The county where I live could not keep up and the main bridge kept icing over, thus, my 2 days off from work.  Today the bridge is open and I was able to go in. My boss is going to be out of the office so I don’t care what I wear. I throw on a long-sleeve tee and a pair of jeans that were folded on my dresser.  I rush out the door and head into work.

On the drive in, I hit small patches of black ice. That’s a little scary, I think, but no worries, it’s warming up and the black ice is melting. I drive down a beautiful piece of road that is adorned with giant oak trees on my normal route. I notice that chunks of ice are falling from the trees but dismiss it with little thought. Then I pull up to the stop light that is under an overpass to get on the highway.  A HUGE hunk of ice falls off the overpass onto the sidewalk.  “Hmm”, I thought. “It never occurred to me that ice from tall things might fall down and might hit my car. I wonder if the Dept. of Transportation has figured this out?” I continue to dodge falling pieces of ice on my entire commute.

To further complicate my ride into work, my clothes felt funny. My shirt was choking me. I kept tugging and tugging and nothing. I lean forward to adjust my shirt from the back – nope, not working. I’m fighting with my clothes so much that swerve into the lane next to me. Oh thank goodness that no one was there. I decide it’s best to suffer until I get into to work.

The moment – and I mean the moment I pull into the parking lot – I slam my car into park, jump out and start fighting with my clothes. No wonder my shirt feels funny, it’s on backwards. Oh well, can’t fix it out here, I’ll just adjust my boobs so they fit better until I get inside. Once my t-shirt ordeal is resolved, I realize that the pants I’m wearing are the ones that are way too big and were pulled out to go to Goodwill. They literally fall off my butt. Thankfully, I caught it before my thighs were exposed. [Let me back up for a second. I noticed that very few cars were in the parking lot this morning. So, when I jumped out of my car, I failed to scan if there was anyone sitting in any of the few cars near me.] It’s at the exact moment that I’m pulling up my pants and adjusting my boobs that I lock eyes with a business man sitting in his car, directly behind me. He got front row seating to The Half Monty. Just great. There’s no recovery from this. All I can do is smile, wave, and run away in embarrassment and pray he doesn’t get on the elevator with me.

I finally make into the office and turn my t-shirt the right way and staple my pants to fit. As luck would have it, I got the notice that the bridge that I barely survived 20 minutes earlier is closed, again, due to huge chunks of ice falling and causing damage to cars. Yep, the DOT finally figured it out.

Great! Now I’m stuck at work. Who knows how long I’ll be here. The only other route to get home has been traffic laden since the day before because of the bridge/road closures. Every 30 minutes, I keep checking the news to see if/ when the bridge will reopen. Finally, I stumbled upon a website that keeps track of the bridge closure. Thank goodness because that’s much easier than scrolling through the news websites.

http://isthecooperriverbridgeclosed.com/

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I finally get home at 7:30. I’m not complaining, some people were injured due to the ice and there were many traffic accidents all week long. My friends and family were spared from any of that. I do live in the BEST place in the US. Sure, we’ll have drama in another 5-10 years when it snows. I’ll take it. The years in between are the sweet life.