This prompt question made me think of that scene in “The Jungle Book” where the vultures keep asking the same question, over and over again… “So, what ya wanna do?”
I have had to explain my name, and/or nickname, so many times now that I’m pretty over it… sorry, not sorry!
Here, have a cookie…
At least I’m not trying to serve you the same cookie, over and over again… or am I?
As the old adage states, if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it! Since last year’s response to this question hasn’t changed, I’ve opted to pull it up from the archives. Have a blessed day!
While I often write of my desire to do good for those around me, I feel fairly confident that I’ve also mentioned how much I desire to go home. No, this isn’t a cry for help, so relax! I’m speaking of my heavenly home, that’s all. I haven’t felt apart of this world for so long, it’s become rather easy not to dream of things of this life… only that which is to come!
If I sat here all day, thinking on all the empty hours and solitude that I exist within, I guarantee you that there would be no peace available to partake in.
This world is vicious, selfish, petty, cruel, and vindictive! If I only focus on the backbiting, slanderous and nefarious villains loitering on every corner… again, I’d have no peace!
If I wasted all my time dwelling on every mistake, failure and sin that I’ve ever committed… also, no peace!
I’m simply being wholeheartedly honest, in regards to the prompt. I really really do want to go home! I’m tired! I exhausted myself with wasted efforts at being a friend, sister, mother and all around good person, and I was far too tired to have any amount of peace! Trust me… I’ve tried all that!
Now, I’m following God wherever He leads! I know my heavenly home will be there, ready to receive me when I’ve fulfilled whatever purpose I was born to do. No, I don’t really have a clear picture what that purpose is, but as I remain in the word and dwell constantly beneath the shadow of my Father… He is what brings me peace!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
Eustace learned a valuable lesson this morning…
First impressions can stick to us like honey!
Maybe sticky, maybe sweet
First impressions form
whenever strangers meet
Some are good, some are bad
Shaping one’s vision of the other
as either a hero or a cad!
Be careful how you act
what you do
and the things you say
For first impressions are very hard to wipe away!
While the barnyard, nor myself for that matter, have anywhere to call home at the time being, there’s nothing that says I can’t start thinking and dreaming about something… anything, really!
For my mental sanity, it has become necessary that I focus on going somewhere that is much brighter than my present circumstances… it is very dark here (speaking metaphorically).
Have you ever found yourself experiencing what I can only describe as “pressure”… heavy, and somewhat immobilizing, at least for myself? Everyone feels pressure at one time or another in life, certainly! But there are those occasions when it surrounds you on all sides, and one finds it difficult to breathe.
You know how when something pushes against you, normally there would be a certain amount of absorbing the impact, before your body pushes back in an effort to re-stabilize itself? That sort of pressure would be much more recognizable and manageable, but it’s coming from all directions right now, so things look pretty bleak at first glance! You know how they say “can’t see the forest for the trees”? If I let myself dwell on it too much, that’s exactly how I start looking at things… and honestly, I ain’t got time for that garbage!
When things feel overly heavy, then it means I’m trying to do the carrying of that which I have no control over… what a waste of energy!
Perhaps, now you might start to understand why I’ve gone all Capt’n Jack Sparrow/Indiana Jones of late, what with all the passion I’ve thrown into retrieving all my website characters. It’s a safe place for me to pursue things of a heavenly purpose, leaving the earthly issues to my Creator, whom I have every confidence in to make a way. He always does, you know? I don’t say this because of the words of history written in scripture, though they are quite true… I say this because of my own 55 years of life experience. I believe what He tells me, and I will walk this faith to the very gates of Heaven, because I am assured that my name is written upon the pages of the book laid open before Him! I’m simply on my way Home… where my heart is!
For now however, I shall start working on designing and creating my own virtual home space… til God’s finished working on the real one!
I suppose I could whine
yes, I suppose I could complain
if I try hard enough, I bet I can find someone to blame…
Perhaps I should wail
perhaps I could even shout
tell the entire world what my problems are about…
But I try to remember
our words have great power
when the wrong ones are used, all your thoughts can turn sour…
I have chosen a holy life
I choose to follow the light
speaking only the words I hope will be bright…
Maybe if we thought more
about the words we choose to speak
Before we let them run loose, upon the unsuspecting people that we meet
This whole thing with race, religion or color would finally cease!
Want a cookie?
From the moment of our birth, the race to find and become who we believe the world sees suddenly starts with a bang! Groomed from birth on how to speak, what to wear, how to behave, how to please others, and on and on and on we go, sort of like a merry-go-round…
I’ve spent my entire life trying to appear as that which others expect and/or accept, as if I were on one of those merry-go-rounds. Spinning round and round over the years, gaining speed until I became frozen to the bars and unable to get off, followed by a great deal of motion sickness.
Well, finally the ride became so fast that it flung me off into the dirt, so to speak!
If you wondering what on earth an old merry-g0-round ride has to do with one’s image or self-perception (how you see yourself), it just seemed like a good analogy for how it feels to have a good self-image in a world that is so focused on visual bells and whistles… sorry, I often find myself coining phrases or adages to make a point.
What might that point be, you ask?
My point in all this merry-go-round stuff, is this… you’ll have a much more enjoyable ride in life if you learn how to straddle the bars and drag your feet, so you can control the speed of the merry-go-round, thereby strengthening your muscles and allowing you to get off the ride anytime you get dizzy. In reality, I’m saying that you shouldn’t let the world be in control of who you think you are supposed to be!
Me personally, I’ve opted for the carousel over a merry-go-round, in terms of how I see things in the world, and how I see myself…
Don’t let the age fool you,
One man’s junk is another man’s treasure!
Never see yourself as less than you want to be…
"Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses." 2 Timothy 6: 12
Now you know how I see myself whenever I write adventurous tales, passionate poetry, and deep soul searching thoughts for you, my readers and friends. I might seem rather plain on the outside, but that’s my cover story, just like the mild mannered Clark Kent, from Superman. Now, I don’t want to go as far as to call myself a superhero… but in the stories I can be, right?!
They cry in the happy times and cry for the sad
they wail like a baby whenever they’re mad…
They cry during weddings, baptisms, and any royal coronation
Every event they attend must have a tissue station…
No movie theatre is safe, nor any concert venue
If they’ve had a bad day, they’ll even cry over their menu…
Some think it endearing while others get irritated
Whenever they start weeping, the whole room gets irrigated…
Keep in mind, the next time that you see someone crying
over a movie or a gift, a sad story or bad rhyming,
be thankful that empathy still exists in this world,
for it’s the soil where the seeds of love can unfurl!
Merry Christmas to all of my WordPress family! I truly love you guys so much that there’s no way I would put coal into your stockings… not when I’ve been planning and preparing for so long!
By the way, before we start unwrapping things, you’re never going to guess what Santa got me for my present, this year. When I opened my eyes this morning, there, sitting upon my chest and looking at me was none other than an adorable and cheeky little flying squirrel!
Yup! Apparently, Santa had a heart to heart with the Pinion King! It was gently pointed out that the little squirrel, while needed for his new princely duties, also had family at the barn… those that were with him from his earliest days. It obviously softened the old king’s heart and he actually agreed with Santa, allowing Squagon to come home for a whole week!
As I write this, the babes are all having a beautiful reunion with one another, trading presents, eating goodies and playing holiday games with Brutus and miss Tilly. I’ll have the rest of the day to spend at the barn, but this morning is reserved for you, my friends!
You’ll find instructions on the table beside the door that you just entered…
We must set the stage for what is to come
There are items on each table to get the job done…
First pick your jammies, then pick your robe’s
Don’t forget your slippers, you know how this goes…
We’ll all need some cocoa or coffee or tea
Don’t forget all those pastries, or hungry you’ll be…
There’s a cushion for each of you, there by the fire
Sit down and get comfy in your new jammie attire…
You’ll note there are bags placed all about the room
Inside are the gifts that I picked out for you…
There are journals for writing your feelings and thoughts
And the pens that go with them are just there, in that pot…
Now, for all of you pet lovers
You’ll find bags of treats and toys
No flurbies left behind this day
Even they need to feel some joy…
I didn’t forget all you wonderful crafters
whose needlework reflects so much charm
Look for the bright colored bag in the corner
filled with assorted knitting hooks and yarn…
There’s another for all you DIYer’s, filled with many bits and bobs
Cameras, glue and tool kits, for those who like doing odd jobs…
I can’t overlook all the athletic types
They come in all shapes and sizes
For runners or walkers or even sports talkers
This bag is full of surprises…
Last but not least
I’ve one more gift to share
For each and every one of you
to show how much I care…
Please pick out a magic puppy
They don’t shed or poop on your floor
Whenever you turn on your computer
They can greet you at the virtual door!
I wish I could mention you each by name, to show you how much you mean to me… all of you! In truth, there’s too big of a list! Just know that I see you… each of you… and I think of you and pray for you, often!
Yes, this is a silly virtual Christmas I’ve presented, but it’s the best I can do. If nothing else, it brightened everyone’s morning… mine especially!
I love you guys, the lot of you!
God Bless and have a wonderful day!
Good or bad, naughty or nice
Who’s full of sugar and who’s full of spice?
Just three days to go
and I’m sure that you’re hopin…
There won’t be any coal
when your packages open!
Safely and securely tucked
beneath the shadow of the Almighty…
is the place I’m most happy
from morning til nighty!
It’s a bit rough around the edges, but it get’s the prompt answered!
Here, have a cookie…
Journey With Me! 