Showing posts with label Maine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maine. Show all posts

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Now That’s a Bed Story!

The Lord's provisions are, at times, mind blowing!

my former bed

Recently as I was trying to come up with something to blog about, my queen-size bed from five years ago came to mind. Following is a quirky yet inspiring story about that particular piece of furniture.

After moving to Maine in 2013, my rental lease was coming up for renewal, but I didn’t want to renew. I wanted to move somewhere else because I could hear everything going on beyond the perimeter of my loft. And I mean everything. The squeaky bed in the apartment directly above mine. The sounds of late-night partiers. And the ruckus made by the owner of the small grocery store below me as he opened up shop early every morning.  

In addition to finding another place to live, I discerned that I was to sell all of my household items. That divine nudge seemed a bit odd. However, if there is one thing I’ve learned during my many years of walking with the Lord, it’s to act quickly on such nudges no matter how illogical they seem. 

Once I knew that my intuition was correct, I posted all of my furniture on Craig’s List. That is, all except for a chair and my queen-size bed. It just didn’t make sense to sell the bed since I needed a place to lay my head each night. Little did I know that the Lord had other plans. 

After posting my stuff on Craig’s List, I sensed I was to ask my young pastor if he wanted my bed. Asking any man such a question, let alone a pastor, felt uncomfortable. However, the timing was perfect since I had been meeting with him once a week for a church-related matter. 

Furthermore and unbeknownst to me, my future housing need was being set up, supernaturally. Finding that home would happen with the help a lawyer named Steve at my workplace. 

Steve and his wife had moved to Colorado to open a new office for our law firm. During one of his visits back to Maine, he heard me talking with other coworkers about finding a quieter place to live. Later that day, Steve asked if I was serious about moving out of my loft. 

“Yes.” I sounded exasperated with the house hunt, but that feeling evaporated immediately when he put forth a proposition to me. 

He asked if I would consider moving into his fully furnished home in Maine that hadn’t sold yet. Steve emphasized that he and his wife would feel more at ease knowing that someone they trusted was staying there until they found a buyer. 

I was floored! Only God could have orchestrated every step leading up to Steve’s proposal. My concern in finding a new place to live vanished, immediately. However, the Holy Spirit’s prodding to ask my pastor if he wanted my bed did not. 

I knew Pastor Dan and his young family had furniture in the church apartment where they lived. Hence, it just didn’t make sense why he would need a bed, so I avoided asking if he wanted mine. Nonetheless, I couldn’t shake the urgency to broach the subject with him. The pressure to follow through intensified and I had no peace. Finally, I gave in, knowing I had to talk with Dan soon. 

As we were wrapping up one of our weekly meetings, I asked, “Can I speak with you about a personal matter?”

“Sure.” Dan sat back down in his chair and cocked an ear to listen.

I looked him straight in the eye and asked, “I’m moving to a furnished home and would like to know if you want my bed. Do you need a bed?” I wondered if he thought I was strange for asking such an intrusive question. 

The expression on his face looked like that of a deer caught in headlights. Figuratively speaking, I could see the cogwheels turning in his head, trying to make sense of what I had just said. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he exclaimed, “Yes, I do!” 

Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded, wondering if I had heard him correctly. 

The stunned look that had flashed across Dan’s face only seconds before was actually his astonishment at how a need was being met. He told me that he and his wife had bought a house and were moving soon. He also revealed that the church had hired a new technical director who would be moving into the church apartment. The new guy needed a bed. 

I explained to Dan about the divine nudges to ask if he wanted my bed. I was relieved to learn why I felt such an urgency to do so. Finding out about the new fellow’s search for a bed assured me that I hadn’t lost my mind. That I was just obeying a heavenly directive. 

Dan volunteered to find people to help me move. He asked that I rent a truck on moving day in order to transport my bed to the church. He made the deal even sweeter by informing me of some nice twin beds stored in the church basement. He encouraged me to take one. 

Weeks later, my bedroom furniture was dropped off at the church, and a twin bed was loaded on my rental truck. Dan and three members of his church staff helped with my move into Steve’s house. 

That house—a Cape Cod located near a golf course—was nestled against a lush backdrop filled with pine trees and ferns. The solitude of that secluded homestead, especially after a fresh snowfall, reinvigorated my soul. In retrospect, I’m so thankful to have been provided with such a peaceful setting during that “alone” season in my life.

Steve’s home sold a year later, so I moved into an efficiency apartment. I took the twin bed with me and still owned the chair, but I needed a table. At a neighborhood garage sale, I spent five dollars on a small desk to serve as a tabletop. My kitchen was stocked with some dishes left behind by Steve and his wife. An out-of-state family member gave me pots and pans that had been collecting dust in his basement. All of those household items were proof that God will always provide for me when I trust Him and follow His directions.

My efficiency apartment looked like a barely furnished dorm room, yet I refused to buy more furniture. And here’s why. I just sensed I wouldn’t be living in Maine much longer. A year later, I donated my three pieces of furniture and the kitchenware to charity, and then moved south. Surprisingly, the remainder of my worldly possessions fit in my car. 

That move happened almost three years ago. Since then, God has provided two Christian households for me to live in after 16 years of being on my own. 

My hope is that my bed story will give you the courage to step out in faith, knowing that the Lord will always provide for your needs wherever He leads. And in case you didn’t know, He did the same for Abraham, the founding father of our faith, after he obeyed God’s directives. 

Have a blessed day! 

“Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide.” - Genesis 22:13-14a (NIV)

Monday, May 29, 2017

An American Hero - "Miles for Mills" 5K

What an honor to volunteer this morning at the "Miles for Mills" 5K benefitting the Travis Mills Foundation. A humble yet funny guy, Staff Sgt. Travis Mills is making an impact in his home state of Maine.

In June, his foundation will relocate to the former Elizabeth Arden estate in Mount Vernon, Maine. The estate has been renovated as a fully accessible retreat for disabled and wounded veterans and their families.

Mary Gallagher Williams and Staff Sgt. Travis Mills
5/29/2017 "Miles for Mills" 5K
Augusta, Maine

And who better to know what these veterans go through than Travis (pictured above). In April 2012, he lost all four of his limbs to an IED blast while on patrol in Afghanistan.

Travis, thank you for using your story to make a difference in the lives of our wounded warriors!

Staff Sgt. Travis Mills and
Kennebec Community Church volunteers
5/29/2017 "Miles for Mills" 5K
Augusta, Maine

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Post-Stella Weekend

After this past week’s bout with snowstorm Stella, I understand why true-blue Mainers venture outside at every given opportunity. Stella just couldn’t keep these New Englanders down.


People and their pets taking in the seascape at Higgins Beach.

Yesterday’s sunny blue skies prompted me to grab my Canon camera and drive south to one of my favorite Maine spots. Cape Elizabeth and Higgins Beach.

Higgins Beach
A barn on Cape Elizabeth

For my friends in Texas and other parts of the Deep South, some of these photos prove that snow and sandy beaches do actually coexist. 

Higgins Beach

Next, I headed to the Western Promenade in Portland as the setting sun splashed rich colors across the city.

One of the many mansions along the Western Promenade in Portland.
The setting sun saturated the facade with jewel-toned hues.

A unique drinking fountain at the Western Promenade.

A withering rose left behind
on a park bench at the Western Promenade.

Please take a few moments to enjoy these snowy scenes. After all, the white stuff will be gone before you know it, with spring flowers in full bloom.

As always, here’s a portal to end this blog post. The fish cutout in the center of the screen door adds a unique touch, don't ya think?

Somewhere on Cape Elizabeth

Until next time….

Monday, February 13, 2017

A Blizzard Named Orson


My dream...


and then my reality. 


Orson is the second major winter storm to pound the state of Maine in the last four days. 

With that said, this is my fourth winter here, and my southern blood still hasn't assimilated to the extreme cold of the Northeast. 

I've become a pro at hunkering down, but will I ever adjust? Only time will tell.

"He makes the snow fall until the ground is as white as wool. He makes sleet blow through the air like dust." - Psalm 147:16 (ERV)

Thursday, January 26, 2017

My Recent Privilege in the Courtroom



Recently, I was chosen as a juror not only for a criminal trial, but for a civil trial as well. 

With all the negativity surrounding our recent presidential election, these trials have been a welcoming distraction as my focus settled on another branch of government—our judicial system.

The criminal trial concluded last week with a not-guilty verdict for two of the three counts that the defendant was charged with. The third count resulted in a hung jury.

In the civil trial, which ended last night, we awarded monetary damages to the plaintiff.

At the beginning of that civil trial, the presiding judge pointed out that a juror is actually a judge. The Bible records this same mindset when Moses took his father-in-law's advice and appointed able-bodied people as judges. (Exodus 18) I had never considered such a notion of a layperson acting as judge in a court of law. 

Serving on a jury is an honorable duty even though many Americans balk at the idea. So, if you ever get called upon for jury selection, please ignore the naysayers. Pessimists who have been summoned usually gripe because the process can be a tedious and long one. My selection for both trials lasted two days, yet I wouldn’t change a thing.

These trials were not the first time I've been called to serve. Over three decades ago, I served on a jury for a murder trial in Texas. And about 15 years ago, I was summoned for service but let go because I knew the District Attorney on a social level. 

Only in the land of the free can justice be determined by ordinary, everyday folks like you and me. Consider jury duty an honor. Consider it an American privilege. And consider it a God-given responsibility.


“When people have a dispute, they are to take it to court and the judges will decide the case, acquitting the innocent and condemning the guilty” - Deuteronomy 25:1 (NIV)


Sunday, November 13, 2016

Maine's Ramshackled Beauty

There’s just something about the backdrop of autumn against dilapidated barns and other aging things. Perhaps it’s the contrast between weathered wood and vibrant colors. Whatever it is, these photos prove that such beauty is found in all sorts of places.

A basement window in need of repair
(downtown Damariscotta)

The roof may need new shingles,
but the rest of this Augusta structure appears rock solid.

One of my favorite photos from early autumn.
(between Augusta and Damariscotta)

Toward the end of the Civil War (1861-1865),
President Abraham Lincoln designated Togus as
the site for the first veterans home in the United States.
Building #36 (above) was the original nurses quarters.

Weathered barn on South Belfast Avenue in Augusta

Peeling paint on the door adds a touch of
shabby chic to this brick-and-mortar renovation.
(Augusta-Windsor city line)

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Summer's End

Just one more of my photos to close out the summer season. It’s one of my favorites.

Higgins Beach
Cape Elizabeth, Maine

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Didn't Wait For Tasty Lobster Roll

At $25 a pop, today was not the day I sampled an infamous Red's lobster roll.
After waiting in line for almost 20 minutes and moving only a few feet, I walked up to the front counter to view the menu and prices. I’m sure their tasty seafood sandwich was worth the wait, but I didn’t get back in line.

However, it's always a beautiful drive toward the coast here in Maine, so the car ride was well worth it.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Autumn Colors in Augusta, Maine


This afternoon, I was out and about photographing these scenes around Augusta, Maine. I count my blessings that I get to see such rich colors up close and personal. If you live in a place where there isn’t much of a change in seasons, I hope you enjoy taking in New England’s beauty through my photos. Until next time…

Water Street in Augusta as seen from the other side of the Kennebec River
 
Maine State House rotunda
 
Birdhouse at Viles Arboretum
 
A place to rest at Viles Arboretum
 
South Parish Congregational Church (I think)
 
Forest Grove Cemetery on Winthrop Street
 
The Kennebec County Correctional Facility
(I like to include a picture of a portal in each of my blog posts)
 
Leaves nestled in steps at Forest Grove Cemetery
 
Autumn décor on Smith Street
 
Autumn leaves
 
A foot bridge located in Manchester, Maine
 
 
 

Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Steeples of Hallowell


When scanning the skyline of Hallowell, Maine, from across the Kennebec River, it’s the church steeples that beckon a photographer to pull out her camera and start shooting.
Please enjoy this pictorial tour of the steeples in my little New England town.
Old South Congregational Church

Sacred Heart Catholic Church
Cox Memorial United Methodist Church
First Baptist Church
Saint Matthew's Episcopal Church

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Afternoon Jaunt to Southern Maine Coast


One of the perks of my job is working only a half day on Fridays during the summer. And there’s no better way to enjoy that perk than with a camera in hand and a destination in mind.

On a recent Friday, my afternoon destination included Old Orchard Beach.

The last time I visited that coastal town was in the dead of winter. By chance, I happened to photograph a surfer walking along the shoreline just beyond a snow-covered beach. What's unique about that scene is how the design of his surfboard resembles the reflection of the pier pilings in the standing water.

My intent on this recent June afternoon was to photograph that same pier from a different vantage point in the summertime.

After snapping the photo above, I took a stroll on the pier and spotted one of the most notorious Caribbean buccaneers from the 1600s. Sir Henry Morgan, a.k.a. "Captain Morgan."

As I scanned the beach from my perch on the pier, a nearby Ferris wheel had me reminiscing about a vacation at the Jersey shore years ago. I can’t recall the name of the town, but I do remember riding a rollercoaster at the boardwalk and eating typical beach fare.

Ferris wheel at Old Orchard Beach, Maine
Talking about food, is there any better way to take in a beach scene than by relaxing on the deck of an oceanfront eatery? A fruity beverage and a tasty lobster roll hit the spot.


After that late lunch, I hopped in my car to head back home. But first, I decided to do a little sightseeing in the town of South Portland. Spring Point Ledge Light, which resembles a spark plug, opened in 1897 at the shoreline of Fort Preble. Both the lighthouse and fort provided a perfect photo opportunity.

Spring Point Ledge Light on Casco Bay - South Portland, Maine

Rampart of Fort Preble - South Portland, Maine.
The fort was a bit player in the War of 1812 
and saw action during the Civil War.

View through a cannon port at Fort Preble - South Portland, Maine
However, a pesky drone had a different idea for a photo op. The antagonist kept hovering overhead. I assumed it was capturing video footage that included me. Using the same method of intimidation, I pointed my camera at the little booger. Immediately, it flew away!

Well, I’ll sign off for now and leave you with an image of a summertime portal.

Saco, Maine

Until next time…


Monday, April 6, 2015

Mud Season In Maine


The much-anticipated spring thaw has finally arrived in New England. True-blue Mainers call it mud season. And as the name implies, it’s not the prettiest time of year, yet these photos of unique barns prove otherwise.



Maple-syrup buckets spotted along a country lane offered an excellent photo opportunity as well.



The owner of this colonial house tapped a few of his own maple trees in the front yard.


However, the home’s yellow door is what caught my eye in the first place.


Across the street, a donkey kept staring at me.


His long, matted coat was an odd site to behold.