I go pretty far

Ron loves that song; he considers it "mine". He really likes the line: "I don't go too fast, but I go pretty far". It makes him mushy and very, very appealing. He asked me to put up a link; done.

The depression was a lot better today, if anything I was almost manic. I had some lower back and quadriceps pain, so I put off weight day until tomorrow. I would rather wait a day, then hurt myself.

I did my God Time and prayed over the candy. It sounds odd to say that; "I prayed over the candy", but I do. I ask God to show me what He wants me carrying; Bibles, New Testaments, only Scripture Booklets... how many sugarfree, Spanish, and English. I generally get "an idea". Today, it was a dozen bags of candy with Scripture booklets. Busy! I also ask God to help me pick the most appealing and desirable candies for each recipient [grin]. I rarely get feedback; "Oh, ALL MY FAVORITES!" Good. That's what I'm requesting!

Ron dropped me off and saved me 2 bus rides. He had a horrible night, said he felt pins and needles, and jabbing pains all night long. Ugh! It sounds like he was some kind of horrible voodoo doll. It's the neuropathy. Nothing can be done except take his pills.

He went home, I headed off to Christian bookstore #1. They had expressed interest in getting some more "Where to Look in the New Testament" tracts but I only had a couple. Since I was planning to get more copies today, I brought a few spares. I teased them a little about not needing any more New Testaments - yet!

Me and my hand cart rolled off to the gas station. Now, part of it is my fault. I should have been a better listener and more obedient to the Holy Spirit leadings. I had a feeling "Don't hand out anything".

I was GOOD! I was so good! Until the Spanish couple came in behind me, and I had an overwhelming urge to give them some Spanish candy. I probably would have been OK if I had left it there, but I thought "It isn't very nice to give them candy, and not the cashier".

So I gave him a bag - I had already paid and packed my stuff up. He had asked about my hand cart and I explained brain damage, can't drive (but I go pretty far -ha!). He just gave me this baffled, judgemental look.

Anyway, once he saw the Scripture Booklet - "The Amazing Life of Jesus" he went buggo shouting at me that I couldn't hand it out in his store, get it off his counter, I am not allowed to hand out anything in the store, and more shouting... I took the candy back (my next bus driver said "Thank you") and skittered off like a midnight cockroach.

I will NOT be going back. I don't care what religion you are, but you don't need to SHOUT at me. You could have said "NO" and left it at that. You could have thrown the candy away - Jesus will not leap up and infect you through the plastic.

I can see his point; here I am giving him JESUS CANDY during Ramadan, and he can't even eat it for another 12 hours because he has to fast and prove he's a good Muslim. It is actually very rare for me to encounter a Hater Muslim. The worst they do is shake their heads and say "No". I remembered (later) he shouted at me when I tried to give him a Bible about a month ago; he just said "I don't want this".

Well, I tried twice. The nice people who did accept the candy have moved on; I will not be going back. I guess God wants me handing out candy somewhere else.

After that excitement, I called my aunt, yakked at her for a while. I went to Academy and looked at their shoes. Didn't see anything appealing. Time to move on.

I often wait at bus stops with some unusual people; I always ask God if He wants me to give them candy. Heard a lot of "no" today. The first one was so notorious about calling in complaints they greet her by name. The only time I called that number I had a compliment (a fact I didn't share). Here comes the bus (the driver took the rejected Jesus candy). He had a lot of difficult customers. One woman got on carrying both an infant and a toddler, set the infant on a seat (poor baby almost fell off!), but the driver leaped up and helped her move the stroller while she attended to the baby. Why not leave baby in the stroller? Most moms get on with baby in stroller, then take baby and and hold her while the bus is in motion. Dunno.

I was not the only one with a hand cart. I saw a lot of people with rolling hand luggage type items. It was particularly annoying when they would get on with the cart, then stand by the driver and try to "jive" them into a free ride with a lot of fast talk (if female, a lot of flirting).

[Rolleyes] Just say "I don't have any money, can I ride?" most times the driver just pushes a button and tells them to sit down. The driver only gets in trouble if they don't hit the button. If an undercover Metro Police Officer is on board, they can be ticketed.

Please don't stand there and block the door while you try to fast-talk the driver. The driver has heard it all. The driver is not INTERESTED (unless you are young, female, and half your breasts are hanging out, and HE's young and single). Just sit down already!

One gal wandering around Houston today had a huge rolling tote, a designer handbag, designer outfit, and manicured nails. Also had a NICE cell phone and a lot of excuses. [rolleyes] But she was young and cute and a lot of men were falling all over themselves for her.

Me, I was wearing my mauve microfiber t-shirt and baggy gray warmup shorts with sneakers and a fannypack. I didn't exactly scream "Hottie!" [laugh] Not to mention any makeup I might wear would have melted off in the feels like 110. I'm walking pretty good distances and pulling my hand cart, too.

I go pretty far. [grin] So, I went to the other Christian bookstore. I was delighted to find another copy of http://www.backtojerusalem.com/btjPages/bookstore.html Living Water. It is the best non-Bible book I have ever read. It is the only non-Bible Christian book I keep, cherish, and value. I actually read it every night before bed. I have given away dozens of copies (they are sadly on the clearance rack); I don't know who gets this copy but I know God already knows. He will lay it on me at the time.

I am happy to see Brother Yun has it on CD. I want to get Ron a copy.

I also found a book about Every Home for Christ Ministries. I have heard good things about them from World Missionary Press. For $1 - I felt certain it would be worth it.

I even bought myself a new Bible-thumper t-shirt. "The Lord is my strength and my song". And I was off.

Next stop, one of those office stores; the kind where you get copies. I went in and started reading my book at the counter. Pretty soon my regular guy "Luke" came over. I handed him my folder full of masters and he got going on the "Where to Look in the New Testaments'. As I left, I thanked him and said he had a part in every New Testament I handed out, and thanks to him a lot of people would get reached. He liked that; he's a Christian.

It wouldn't be a Day Out without a stop at Favorite Dollar. I got some ziplocks, and recalled Ron bewailing a lack of salty snacks. I tried to call; he didn't answer. Recall he had a bad night. So, I picked out some things that he loved.

I got some more ziplocks (I have a perpetual need of ziplocks), some bagged peanuts for me, and some Chick-O-Stix and another candy item... no, just the Chicks. They are a very popular, local candy, and bring a lot of happy childhood memories. Happily, they are a non-melting candy.

Then off to Starbucks. I didn't even want to go but God was really loud: GO TO STARBUCKS, GET A BIG ICED TEA, AND HAND OUT CANDY. Yessir. I handed out a couple of bags. Ha. I will probably find out dozens were led to Jesus because I was obedient.

I saw Hottie and her big rolling bag. Now, I've gone into my waiting at the bus stop rule before; if I'm not on the bench, or by the pole, I am not at the stop. A lot of people in Houston have the attitude you can wait half a block away, in the shade (like it helps! ha!) and then mosey over.

The stop is the designated area. If someone is at the stop before me I let them on the bus first. If you're not at the stop, the driver has a perfect right to leave you behind. If they have to wait for someone to run out and "catch" the bus (happened to me last Monday), then it can run late and people can miss their transfers (like I did, waiting an hour in feels-like-100). A lot of Houston riders do not grasp the concept. They probably think I am "wierd" for waiting at the actual stop.

One woman was particularly rude to me today. I had been waiting at the proper stop. She came out from under a tree 'way's off and tried to cut in front of me, realized she couldn't get around my handcart and said "Go ahead, princess." in a rude voice. I found it funny, because she was really talking to HERSELF. She had a very low cut top which I found very funny because she knew the driver, and kept talking about "God told me" this and that - all very self-serving things with her breasts hanging out of her blouse with the nipples barely covered. I kept thinking "God told you to cover up!"

It might have been cute/acceptable look if she were 20 but when a woman's 50 or so... looking like that... it just made her look like a cougar. I mean, it was so funny it was pathetic. She was really LOUD too, if I can hear every word you are saying, you are 10 feet away, AND my MP3 player is on "Maximum"....that's pretty loud. [shudder]

I'm telling you this to give you a picture of some of my encounters on an average Day Out. Some interesting people, let me tell you! God laid it on me "NO Candy" for that driver, either.

I got off, alone, and immediately got an impulse to give some Spanish Candy to a guy. I did, moved on, and went to my connecting bus stop. Ron had called so I chattered happily at him as I pulled my hand cart about half a mile in the sun, heat, and humidity.

I drank the last of my "Hater Pops" (20 ounce soda purchased from the Hater today - he is on the prayer list), and headed off. Waiting a bit, caught the next bus to go home. HE got some candy.

I got home pretty fast and took out the trash. Ron and I are just going to Walmart tomorrow. Last week he broke the plastic chair on the porch, so he wants to look at new ones. I could stand to look at the shoes, too.

Anyway, nothing major planned except a shower and some laundry. Dinner, I have no idea. Ron is feeling "fat" so I will work up some low-carb things with him.