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Big Talkers… Smooth Talkers… think of it as a wolf in Used Car Salesman clothing.
At one time or another, we have all spent time buying a car… time we will never get back. Sitting for hours in an office with lousy coffee, and a bowl of stale candy on a side table. Schmoozing, promising… talking us into compromising our better judgement, in order to get an affordable price on a vehicle they swear is Steal of a Deal!
Now that you have a mental image of a personality trait no one enjoys dealing with, I wish to relate this to a personality trait that sends red flags up for me, brighter than Red Riding Hoods Cape! I know that I used an example about a car dealer, but we all have met folks that act and talk like Grannie but are really not an old woman at all.
Beware of wolves in sheep’s clothing, as they say!
I looked on Google for accurate descriptions of Personality Traits, and there is a really interesting one called yourdictionary.com . A wise thing I noted while reading, is the fact that the question we are answering should pertain to someone we know. A trait is an overall thing, a persons natural go to… not an off the cuff reaction or behavior, so car dealerships across America can breath a sigh of relief. You are not all bad… just some.
Quite frankly, we should choose our friends wisely! I come from an old school train of thought… If you are going to talk the talk, then you better be able to walk the walk… A man is as good as his word… do unto others as you would have them do unto you… etc!
As in the wise words of Forest Gump, “That’s all I got to say about that”…
By this point in my life, I have come to an understanding that life runs like sand through an hourglass. The older a person gets, the faster time seems to fly… slipping through our fingers like water, rushing from the mountains to the seas.
Looking back over a good many years of my lifetime, it seems only yesterday that I held my babies for the first time. Time has a funny way of working… sometimes it moves slow and sometimes it flies, as they say. The days of my own childhood seem almost as if they were a dream, or belong to someone else I might know.
Looking at my here and now, circumstances have required that I live only for the day I reside in currently. Self-preservation dictates that I focus on getting through the here and now, because we all know that tomorrow is no guarantee.
Looking forward always sends my hopes and dreams heavenward, where all my stuff is. But for you WordPress, I will rise to the occasion to answer your prompt…
If I were to describe my ideal week, I would envision my children finally calling or visiting to see if I am still well… it has been a year since I have seen my youngest, three since I spoke to my oldest, and my middle daughter avoids me with excuses. Having a relationship with any of my grandchildren is not available. Ideally, I wish to have some love from my children, and then I can call it good! I imagine seeing Jesus returning on the clouds this week, but it is only wishful thinking. He will return when and only when He has planned, and no amount of praying will change that time.
There, that’s all I got! I find it best to just plan for the here and now… tomorrow will get here when it gets here and I have things to do in the Today part. One of which is making your cupcakes and tea…
As I sip my morning coffee and prepare to spend some time in the word, it disturbs me to think we would place any amount of respect for an athlete over other types. I could understand if the only other people I know were athletes, maybe, but playing a sport does not really make you a person I can respect.
It is Sunday morning and I am in a Jesus state of mind, so the only athlete coming to mind is Him! He ran a race… and Won it… ahhhhhhhhhhh… there is the respect! Thank you WordPress!!!
When I game, I don’t just game… I spend all my time (in game) collecting every stray animal I can find within that map! Do I pay attention to my team (husband and brother in law)? Nope! While they are off slaying enemies, you will find me searching…
While the guys are sneaking into enemy camps and stealing all their stuff, I am looking for little ones… innocent little creatures that I can rescue (club unconscious) and raise as my own.
As I play a mix of MMORPG games, I have amassed quite a menagerie of virtual pets…
You could even say that I am THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS… and horses, and cats, and wolves, and a Pheonix, and 3 Pegasus, an Elephant, and two Rhinos!
Of my all my virtual companions I have my favorites…
Careful, I have not trimmed his nails this week so if he scratches you, it’s gonna make a mess on my virtual carpets.
Next, there is Oberon and Lady Idris from Ark…
This picture is just an example… mine are darker in color.
These are not my personal pictures in game, but you get the idea…
I personally prefer the Ironbelly Ancient Dragons… you don’t want to know how many I have or how many different breeds I have collected… Let us just say that I have a pretty extensive breeding program in Ark.
Lastly there are my horses…
Oreo is actually a Grey Roan but I just grabbed this picture for an example. I have too many horses you see, and it would be unfair to any one of them if I put another’s picture up for your viewing pleasure.
I built a full stable in both games. While I don’t have a long list of favorites here, I do love my Oreo. Now I know that he looks exactly like two of the others in my stable, but Oreo is my pal. I don’t just feed him vines like the others, no no… He gets only the finest bark available with my Eldarian Pick-axe!
Ok ok… I have thoroughly geeked out right in front of your virtual eyes! But, hey… this is the cheapest and easiest way to relax and I can have as many babies as I want without all the messy clean up and vet bills. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do…
In a world where talk is cheap, one would think it would be quite easy enough to pick a word and throw it on the WordPress Imaginary Burn Pile. Personally, I honestly could not come up with even one. I am not sure if it’s because I don’t want to, or because I can’t choose.
The first thing coming to mind was, “Sorry”. The next word was “Me”… then it went to “I”, and then it went to “why is this question peeving me off”? The merry go round had begun to turn, and I began feeling a bit nauseated as I tried to hold onto the idea behind removing a usable word… I am a writer for crying out loud! Words are all I have! Calm down, calm down… we are not heading into an emotional breakdown… more like a Dr. Seuss story.
So, back to our conversation from a moment ago… I am a writer, and somewhat of a shut in, with few souls that I engage with face to face, with real word sounds. The thought of removing any word from the English language seems ludicrous to this girl! It is not the words’ fault when hoomans misuse, overuse, or even abuse the words’ use. That’s like asking a diabetic to stop taking insulin because they are doing the injection wrong. We do not do that because they would die without the medication. We take the time to educate them in properly administering the life saving drug. I think the same thing goes for words!
Using the word I in writing, expresses perspective… using the word me takes focus off of you and uses the writer as the example… and using the word Sorry is my true humility for any misstep taken.
I guess my take away here is to be careful what I speak, whatever words I use… I am truly sorry WordPress, I tried to decide on an answer for you, but for me… words are how I take you places, show you things, and share with you who I am…
Since we have already established that WordPress uses the prompts to stalk us, I will not waste your time rehashing old info. And… since I am not falling for the banana in the tailpipe (from the line in Beverly Hills Cop), intimate answers will not be forthcoming.
There is merit in the question until the “About?” part. Unless you are the mediator in an arguement, a therapist, or someone directly involved in the incident, it is none of your business, in my opinion.
That being said, I did consider the first part of the question and I was left a bit confused. I will tell you why, and it is not because I do not understand the question. I went on a search of the definition to the word Grudge, and got stuck on the question of What is the difference between a grudge and unforgiveness? While I do not think I have either, I do have a great amount of emotions left over from my childhood, from my first marriage, and from the Shut Down.
I also struggled with the difference between grudge and distrust, or bitterness. All three are negative and damaging. Maybe I am way off the mark, but in my mind the idea of a grudge seems almost intentional… like making it a point to use this grudge thing like a weapon, causing intentional damage to the offender in even the smallest and seemingly benign ways.
While I do not have any real trust in our government, and with good reason, I realize that I am a very tiny grain of sand in a rather large pond. Slipping through the cracks is more likely the case, than the government intentionally making plans to ignore me way back then when I was that tiny girl. The souls that traumatized me in my past, no longer make me hold a grudge or cling to unforgiveness. However, there are solid steel boundaries around this vessel now… sometimes blocking the heart that lies within.
On a good day I feel full of Gods spirit and I am a fountain of Grace, Mercy, Compassion, Empathy, Joy, and Peace! I rest in the truth of my own forgiveness, which allows me to forgive and help anyone I encounter.
On my bad days I struggle with grief, anger, frustration and fear. I speak to no one, and bury myself in my bed under blankets and pillows all day. I am still that same child of God, I just live under His shadow now, and there are just those days that He has the strength to get me through the day… when I cannot do it on my own.
My confusion is that the definition of Grudge is almost ambiguous… like it can be used under too many other guises, fooling us into answering yes when we mean no, or visa versa.
I don’t know, maybe I am just confused because I just woke up and my brain fog has not cleared yet. I am being sincere in saying that this question is just a bit too deep, this early in the morning.
When I was a small girl I had many dreams… dreams of having a family that I could rely on…
Growing up on the street left a great amount to dream about when it came to a safe dry place to sleep…
Sixteen years of dreaming about an ideal home destroyed my first marriage…
I thought we had found our ideal home about 7 years ago, and then the shut down claimed everything we owned…
Now, I am keeping my expectations within a realistic realm…
Yesterday, I played a game with my husband, had a healthy meal, and slept in relative safety…
The only ideal home that I now look towards is no longer here, but heavenward. I am going to store up my treasures there, cause the world keeps takin my stuff!
Though it may seem an odd way of remembering things, sometimes the things I read from the prompt, bring me an immediate memory response… at times it is rather off the wall, but this time it fits pretty well.
Is it just me or does everyone’s kids try to give them gifts that make them cry? Well, mine were professional Tear Jerkers! For some reason, they made it their mission in life to outdo each other in the “make mom cry at your gift” department. Whether it be a holiday gift or possibly Mothers Day or my Birthday, tears were always to be incoming.
Now this is most probably because I am a cry baby… yes folks… full on cry baby am I. I cry if I am happy, sad, or angry! I have an empathetic spirit, so emotions run very very high within this vessel. I think my girls figured it out early on, deriving much joy in knowing my reaction showed my true happiness at their gifts. It did not help, however, that there were three of them and they turned it into a competition at times. To this day I am not sure why they behaved this way… it’s kind of funny.
Now that you know I am a big baby, we can try to make some grown up and mature explanation of a really great reason to cry for Joy… I have a laundry list of crying sessions… hmmmm… Oh! I did cry yesterday when I.V. said some very sweet things regarding a piece I wrote. You all better not start acting like my kids and saying stuff to see if I cry… just teasing.
In truth I love your comments and responses. Connecting with others brightens my days and whether my tears are of Joy or simply emotional responses, both enrich my spirit. Who knows, maybe if the world would let themselves freely cry to express feelings, there would not be so much anger out there. Ah well, pipe dreams I guess… Most likely we would end up with no job, no money, and the economy would crash aside from the Pet stores. There would be emotional support animals controlling everything… schools, businesses, and mainly Government (They are all crybabies anyway).
Well, it is Monday September 4th, and I am off to adventure with my great panther Brodie, and I will probably cry if he dies again. Happy Labor Day!
Oh, don’t forget to take your treat with you when you leave.
Everyone has been told the meaning behind my name, Wiwohka, but I will point to the picture up above for a quick reminder. It means rushing or raging water… I am a rather loud talker, as well as being very animated and passionate while I express myself to others. Simply put, I am too much for most people to handle.
Blogging is a way for me to tell others how I feel and think, without being too much. I am not being flippant, nor am I being down on myself or others. I am being honest. My phone has four numbers that are incoming or outgoing… my husband, my Chica, and two other sweet friends… that’s it! I am actually acclimated to this way of life, as it did not get this way overnight.
As a small child I asked for help and was denied, growing up I spoke my mind and was called disrespectful. Granted I was probably a smart mouth when I said certain things, but it was still the truth. I talked my way right out of my first marriage. Throughout my life I discovered that even though you tell the truth, much of the time it is not what others wish to hear. I am very opinionated and when I believe something, I own it! I AM CHATTY CATHY!
Why do I blog?
We are human, made in the image of God! We were designed NOT to be alone. Why do you think that is? God loves us and needs our attention and love in return. That’s why He is always whispering to us… trying to fellowship with us. He wants us to talk to Him as well. We are just like Him in this need, and being able to talk and laugh with others is a fulfilling thing in life. I need to talk, laugh, and fellowship with others, but my options are limited.
But, why do I blog?
If the mountain won’t come to Muhammad, as the phrase goes, I will go to the Mountain! I can blog for as long as I wish each day, and I have wonderful and enriching conversations with others here in WordPress. I am discovering lives and stories from all over the world, as it seems I am not the only one doing this sort of thing.
For myself, I have an insatiable need to be a part of the body of Christ… to find where I belong, to be a part of His purpose! If I am to share what God has done for my life, and what He wants to do for all of us, I need an outlet! If no one likes the sound of my voice, fine! I will let my fingers do the talking, if it seems less threatening or easier to accept. The door to my virtual lobby is always open, so no one feels held hostage for my Jesus Talks… you can take it or leave it with no harsh rejections.
Really… Why do I blog?
Because I am a broken vessel, filled with His Holy Spirit… I am compelled to tell everyone of what has been done for me, what I have seen and survived because of HIM… I wanna talk about Jesus and I needed a plug in! Thank you from the bottom of my heart WordPress, and I am not being sarcastic… Thank You, and God Bless You for allowing me the opportunity to give love to anyone who needs it!
There was a time when I was done… finished… I desperately wanted to go HOME, in the literal sense… yes, even Christians in their brokenness, have taken their own lives. It happens! Writing was my attempt at making sense of my choices at that time. I have written all my life, but not at a deep level at all. I had so much damage done to me, deep writing always brought the memories… the nightmares.
Long story short, if you ever go back into the archives and read My Truths, you will see the journey that brought me to blogging. I now have a purpose, a reason to drag myself out of bed each morning. I made the commitment to God, and to you, that everything I write on this blog should be edifying, uplifting, and good for whomever stumbles upon this site.
God actually used WordPress to help me focus on the needs of others, bringing me the joy I was seeking all my life.
Why do I blog?
I get joy, fulfillment, and purpose out of writing to YOU!
Myself – Firstly, I wish to say thank you Someone, for taking the time to answer these few questions I wish to ask.
Someone – you are quite welcome, I am so glad you asked me to do this interview.
Myself – I was hoping you might share a little about what you do.
Someone – I find and save things that are broken and lost. Once found, I take the broken thing and mend it. Then I set it on the path it needed to find.
Myself – Wow! That seems like a great amount of time and effort, since I see broken things everywhere. Don’t you ever get tired and want to quit? I can only imagine how it might feel to pick up a broken thing and see that you have fixed it in the past and it is broken yet again.
Someone – My desire is to always be near the broken, to always save what is crushed in spirit. I was created to fulfill these things and I never tire or lose my desire for restoring a broken thing.
Myself – I myself have been mended by your hands on multiple occasions, so I can certainly attest to the truth of your statement about return visits. This has brought me to my last question, which is one that I rarely use these days, but since this is an interview and it is a logical question to follow the others… Why? Why do you come back each time and mend again, if you know I will most likely break something else and need you to help?
Someone – Because I love you…
Myself – …and …
Someone – I love you…
Myself – I have had many tell me they loved me and when I needed them, they failed me…
Someone – Have I ?
Myself – Well, actually No!
Someone – Look not to the world for what will heal, mend, and save you. Look Up!
Myself – Why?
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really knew me, you would know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.” John 14:6
Myself – I am a bit overwhelmed with your answer, so I will end this particular interview in an effort to absorb your heartfelt answers. Would you be willing to share like this again at a later date, if needed?
Jesus – “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.” Matthew 7:7,8
Myself – Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to meet with me for this interview. I know that it was last minute, but you were already having coffee with me, so it worked out perfectly. I even set out this plate of biscotti and coffee for the readers, so help yourself.
Journey With Me! 