2 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Nowadays, we pick up our phones to see what to expect from the weather. Most days and nights are filled with the fragrances of jasmine, gardenias, and mysterious smells that we can’t put a name to. Usually, every year, there would be one day when you start to put away your winter clothes and get out your summer ones. You dress and go, and it turns into a cold day for which you are not prepared. I think that’s just a little joke the angels play to show they have a sense of humor. 

Bill and I try to walk one mile a day. If the weather is good, we walk outside, I with my trekking sticks so I won’t trip on an uneven sidewalk, and Bill with his iPhone in his pocket playing lovely music for both of us. If it’s cold outside or too awfully hot, we walk around the island inside our house until we have accomplished the mile goal. 

Today we walked up a sidewalk hill. I’m always looking out for critters of all kinds. I looked at the edge of the grass and saw what I thought was a thin/black earthworm squirming to get into the cool grass. Looking closer, Bill decided it was a baby snake. It looked like the cement was taking his skin off while tiny sugar ants were biting him. He wiggled as though he was in terrible pain. Bill got him onto a blade and into the grass, and I took a deep breath of relief. 

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A lovely young woman in soft pants and a top that floated in the wind came out of the house and asked what we were doing. She wasn’t annoyed. She said her dog was barking, so she thought she’d come out and see what was bothering him. We told her about the baby snake rescue, and she began to talk about all the wildlife she and her husband have had at their house. 

This lovely young lady works at home. It seemed she was glad to get out for a while. We enjoyed chatting with her. She said we’d fit right in with the couple across the street. They were ninety and very spry. She tried to see that they got enough to eat, but they seemed to be able to feed themselves. I think that was a giveaway that she was one of our Lord’s cherished ones. 

It feels funny, but people comment on our age now that we have aged just a bit. Last week, Bill negotiated with the lady at the window at Kentucky Fried Chicken. I peeked around him, and she said, “Hi, Mama.” Well, it was weird but friendly. New ways for new days. That’s okay. Jesus loves me; this I know. 

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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