If I believe that He says He will be coming for me…
well…
then He will be coming…
Faith and Fear cannot exist together…
So, I choose faith!
Here, have a cookie…
Ya got ta have FAITH…
Category: Inspirational
Shout out for the 4th…
For Freedom, For our rights, For our pursuits of happiness…
Thank You
I am so grateful for all of the freedoms we have been given…
By the blood, sweat, and tears, of our entire Military Force and Veterans that HAVE, ARE, AND WILL SERVE…
The cost for our freedoms was, is, and will continue to be great… therefore, so should our full support of these men and woman both at home and abroad…
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
GOD BLESS OUR GREAT NATION!
THE HEART OF THIS NATION WILL NOT BE DEFEATED…
IF GOD IS ALWAYS OUR GENERAL!!!
Glue…
You might be thinking that I am being funny, but not at all…
What one thing can be used to hold together all the education, determination, and drive to be a teacher? What is it that keeps the passion alive to serve tirelessly every day to instill wisdom, knowledge, and positive behavior in our young…
Underfunded, overworked, and bound with myriads of red tape from a government struggling to be in control of that which they have no business doing, in my opinion…
I figured it out, I think…
It’s LOVE…
I was just reading this yesterday and I figured I would share it with you, as it seems rather relevant to the daily prompt question…
“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have with one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”
Colossians 3: 12-14
Do You Remember…
I can still faintly recall the screams of the siren atop the ambulance transporting us to emergency care! My youngest child, barely 8 months old, fought for her life as we careened down the freeway toward the hospital. Through the whole process, I remember her eyes filled with so much fear as she fought for each breath. God Bless You to ALL Emergency workers, and I mean Globally! I want to make sure they all get that!
… It was a beautifully warm sunny Friday, and as I packed for the Woman’s Retreat I had been so anticipating. Being a young mom of 3, this was like a fantasy weekend at the Hilton. I was filled with a mix of excitement and guilt all rolled in to one. My youngest baby was still in the process of being weaned from nursing straight to a tippy cup. Why a tippy cup, you may ask? This little monkey was so stubborn, that she absolutely boycotted any bottles. I had been following the suggestions on the list I received from the pediatrician, regarding palatable food choices for her age group. Things were going well with this, so I left her to nibble on some scrambled eggs, while I ran to the grocery to stock her father with goodies for the weekend.
When I walked in the door, on my return from the store, I could hear her in her room crying and her father pacing worriedly in the doorway. I swear I had only been gone like 20 or so minutes, but in that time, things went way sideways at home…
Anaphylactic Shock, people! I had no idea! For her, eggs were a big NO NO! Long story short, I grabbed up my little Violet (willy Wonka) and her dad hit 911! They literally showed up as we hit the front doorway, I am not joking! It probably was due to the firehouse being a block away…
Arriving at the very hospital of her birth, my little monkey was whisked in and pumped full of enough Steroids and anti-inflammatories to power a city! But it worked! They stabilized her, gave us a bunch of drugs, cleared me to take her with me for the weekend, and off she and I went to a weekend retreat at Black Lake Bible Conference Center down in Olympia Washington.
I know that this memory started out rough this week, but I want to share the rest of the story to leave you with the good bits that will bring it all together for a good laugh, and/or maybe even some tears…
I was not looking forward to the weekend ahead, due to the energizer bunny I now struggled to hold into a car seat for the trip down. I was blessed to be going with a car full of other moms who “got it”! They had all taken their share of sleepless nights and mom “scares”. I felt like I was being transported into a place of safety, peace, and sisterhood.
For the next 2 and ½ days I was surrounded by, not only the woman I had arrived with, but the entire woman’s conference of wives, mothers, sisters, and aunties! Round the clock, woman all took turns vying for playtime with my little nocturnal monkey. In truth, I do not know how much sleep she got, if any, as I had been lovingly sequestered off into a quiet space to sleep all the way through the night. All during the daytime, as we all spent time together studying, random woman would quietly walk up behind me, tapping me on my shoulder, and simply reach down to retrieve my little jumping bean. They would take turns, tirelessly walking her around the back of the room and keeping her happy. I will never forget that feeling of a safety net from mostly strangers, and my daughter who normally was terrified of others “Not Mother”, loved every moment of things…
You know, I just realized that I had never written this memory down, and had actually forgotten, until recently I saw a facebook post about their summer events. Funny ole world, I’nt it? (You realize, I didn’t come up with that last sentence, right?)
Live Wire…
“But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by
streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.”
Psalm 1 : 2,3
What do Eye see…
Who actually looks into ones eyes fully these days…
What can one tell about another by just taking the time to see…
Rich, Poor, Old, Young, Nationality, Character… how hard is it to actually look…
I encountered three young people on my walk yesterday… they shouted profanities in my face, after I told them to get the wheelchair they were riding out of three lanes of traffic. The reality is this, bad behavior starts at home, in my opinion…
If you knew me, you would know that I am not the picture of what their naughty names assigned me to be. I was born on this soil, and my heritage is mine… no label necessary. I am not offended at their remarks, as my husband and I have raised 6 smart mouthed kids of our own, so I am fully thick skinned in this regard, but I am saddened by the widespread aggressiveness of humanity… it is a palpable feeling, this anger that radiates off of our YOUNG…
While I won’t take personal offense at this behavior, I will call attention to something I believe as a society we CAN change…
I have no intention of telling others what to do, as I believe we all know what the difference is between right and wrong. We all have a choice to change things within our own homes. The truth of it will be whether or not, we as humanity, will act the way we know we should…
Yep, you guessed it…
Here, have a cookie…
SSSHHHHH…
If you can keep this little secret from my frenemy IBS, I will tell you of my fondness for a few things… I’m not going to follow the prompt, in its fullness, as it does not seem fair to do that to the beautiful world of foods.
I might be able to maybe select a type of food, and pick my favorite way to eat it, but to say that JUST one thing is the best, sorry…
I could try to use words to describe the way, say, cheese simply slowly and lazily oozes from the inside of the pizza crust, OR, I could show you…
I could try to describe the release of endorphins that seems to happen when one swipes their tongue across creamy soft serve old fashioned vanilla ice-cream from your favorite fast food establishment, Or
Lastly, I could make some futile attempts with words to relay how I remember it feeling after an all you can eat taco party, and your belly is full of Yummy, OR
Please, Under NO Circumstance, are you to share this information with IBS, because she will be totally offended that I even think about these foods anymore… I mean, I know better than to do it, but she freaks out and thinks I am gonna shovel death into my mouth…
But… I love you all enough that I am willing to take the risk to share with you what I sometimes dream about (not joking) and drool about when we are out and about with others.
I still eat fantastic things, but they have to be modified in order for me to successfully get the good stuff out of them, that my body can process…
Oddly, I eat nowadays, exactly the way I ate as a small girl on the farm… Raw, Fresh, or Frozen… no cans, no preservatives, and no oil, grease, butter, fat or the like. It is not nearly as bad as it may sound, as I love foods.
***But… sometimes… late at night… when no one is peeking…I like to eat a whole bag of those Twizzler pull aparts… Don’t Judge!
Here…
Have a cookie…
Investigating Truths…
What is Church Cont’d
I am learning to stay in the lobby…
As I am pursuing my beliefs in regards to Church, an epiphany arose within my mind. If the church is what I think it is, that means I am supposed to think of myself as part of a body, right? In terms of where I am in the body, or the office of the Boss man running said building, a picture forms within my mind.
Imagine if you will, a hostess. Preferably, you will imagine an elegant southern bell type, charming and delicately demure… but I will settle for the lady with the baseball cap and walking shoes. When your mind enters said Church, this hostess(me) belongs inside the lobby in order to greet you and perhaps assist in directions to where you wish to go… she does not need her own office for private sessions of deep inspired directions, no! She desires to remain in the lobby, ensuring that you get to where you were headed.
This hostess takes great joy in her role within the lobby, looking forward to seeing what life blossoms there, from day to day. She takes pleasure in the cleaning and maintenance of her environment, happily refilling the bowl of refreshments, resting upon a small table within the lobby. There is a lantern resting atop the tables surface, casting a warm and gentle glow throughout the room. This light is always on and never requires anything in order to burn… it simply remains on, and in fact never even flickers! If this light is always on, then my mind says that the bowl of refreshments does the same, right? I will believe that this is true, and go further to say that it is possible then, that her presence within the lobby is not necessary for the One who placed her there, but for the visitors that she encounters in His service…
I am in no way saying that my search is over yet, in fact I am in deep study still, but I thought you may have wanted an update. I will keep you posted, but for now I must get back at it! Psalm 51, if you were curious…
J’J’J’J’Jam on it…
Daily writing prompt
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
So, I discovered that it is not so easy to randomly find a picture of Footy Pajamas, and I had to improvise with regular ones… But for the record, it needs to be Footie Pajamas… yup… with a zipper… and a hood! Don’t judge… I actually have a pair that I wear from fall through til spring… it’s bloomin cold in this beautiful beast of an RV during the dark times (that which is not summer).
Again, you would think that it would be easier for me to locate a usable free pic of my preferred fluffy foot clouds. For today I will settle for this picture, but I want it clear that I actually need them to be full covers and not flip floppy style… I walk nearly 6 and sometimes 7 miles a day, when I can, so I literally have 3 pair of sneakers, my mocasins, a pair of water shoes, and my slippers.
My magic slippers, as I call them, were a gift from a very special soul. I can say in full honesty that I spend at least 85% of my day in that pair of slippers. They are the biggest, fluffiest, and most marshmallowy feeling slippers EVER…
Some people might say, “She Crazy”… but I say, No No No… Contrare Mor Frare… I am the queen of “If I am gonna wear it, it better make me feel pretty”!
Here, have a cookie…
Place your bets…
I am offering up my very soul… All IN…
When you figure on how fragile humanity is, I am going out on a limb here and say that it is pretty important, to me…
This is a fallen and broken world, and the rule of thumb for most, it seems, is to take what you can before some one else gets it!
The thought of amassing as much junk as I can, to then make everyone around me pack it up and put it in my grave with me, priceless! This idea seems actually more fun to me, not for the stuff, but to watch a bunch of people trying to fit it all in an underground palace (coffin).
I am going to guess that perhaps one wishes to hope on material things, rather than spiritual, out of either fear of the future, or ignorance. When I speak of ignorance, it is not the educational kind… it is the heart kind… I believe that ignorance comes from a hardened heart.
If anybody gets to have an excuse for having a hardened heart it will be Me! My life has rolled from one ugly scenario to another and has been now for 54 years, filled with cruelty and hurt caused by others. I could choose a much different path, but as you may have already guessed, I did not! Why???
I could tell you story after story of how God showed up over and over, when no one else did, oh wait… I already did that…
I could make a lot of choices, at this point in my life, that would cause a lot of embarrassment and shame for those involved… but it would not make the memories hurt any less…
I could try to share many different reasons, for me, that make my spirituality so vital, but I am choosing not to… why???
Because, nothing I say will make any difference to someone who carries a great burden of their own, except perhaps one thing…
My spirituality is the very air I breathe, do not read my words, go to the only place that is fully equipped to give you what you need…
Journey With Me! 