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Monday, May 20, 2013
Proverbs 17:22 NIV A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones Job 8:21 NIV He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. Laughter is good for you, and it's great to have people laugh with you, but not so great when they laugh at you, or if the joke's on you. And on that note, let me inject here that a jokester and prankster seldom can take a joke or prank themselves. And I know this to be true because trust me, when it comes to Prank I Q, mines in the Einstein range. Of course my poor, sweet, loveable but oh so gullible, husband says that I am just a good liar. And I take offense at that, because I really hate lying... But a good joke or prank is hard to resist. And bless his sweet heart, after 38 years of marriage, he has been the recipient of most of them. And definitely of the ones that I consider my finest moments. Not long after we married, we had a bad ice storm. I had just had surgery on my left foot. I was in a surgery shoe, pins sticking out the top of my foot and on crutches. (Let me inject here, I am known as a clutz. It would not be an exaggeration to say I have had a hundred or more falls about half of which has broken a bone, Tore a ligament, needed stitches, or required surgery.) Anyway, I had to say that before I continued. We went some friends' to play cards. They decided they wanted pizza ( In days long ago before delivery. So my girlfriend and I decided to go. My husband was totally against it. He kept saying he was afraid I would fall. On the way back I told my friend, I've got to prank him. We found an old ketchup pack in the car, an ashtray full of ashes, and my never left home without "blue eyeshadow". I've always dabbled in makeup art, so I fixed up bruises and blood on my face stuffed napkin pieces under my lip and in my cheeks for swelling. My girlfriend wet herself laughing before we ever went in Of course, the minute we walked in, he jumped up hollering, "Oh baby, I knew it, I knew it" Of couse I could barely explain from swollen lips how that we had stopped off to see my sick aunt and had slipped and fell off the porch.. He so lovingly led me to sit down. As I was sitting, the napkin started slipping out from under my lip. He started freaking out, "Oh no, Oh baby You've broke your teeth out" That was the end of it, I spewed the napkin out in laughter as mygirlfriend and I rolled with laughter." THE AFTER LOOK... A month later at their house, she and I were out walking, I tripped in a hole, had a nasty spill. He said, "Don't care, you get no sympathy from me this time." One of my all time favorites was the 87/57 joke. My husband's all time favorite car is a 57 Chevy. We were coming home one night, I was gazing mindlessly out the window. It was 1986. He asked me what was on my mind and instantly it hit me. I told him I was thinking about that 87/57 30 year anniversary model car Chevrolet was about to release. He asked me what I was talking about. I processes to tell him about this new car that would have an exact replica body of the 57 with all new 87 parts. He went ballistic. He was going to get one if we had to sell the house. I wad basking in the fact.that he had swallowed it hook, line, and sinker that I forgot to tell him the truth. THE AFTER LOOK... By the time I told him, he had spread the news to others and I broke his heart when I told him it was a joke. I felt really bad for awhile, especially when he had to retract the news to others. We attended a small church just across our county line (We live in Etowah County right at the Calhoun County line. It was only about 15 minutes from him. Hubby had a backroads route he always took. One Sunday, he noticed that about 5 or 6 houses along the way had shiny new asphalt driveways. He commented that he thought it was strange. I proceeded to tell him it was part of The Ohatchee. Beautification Program. He asked me what that was about. I said that anyone that wanted to improve things around their yards the next 2 months, they could pay $50 to Ohatchee.City Council to have their driveway paid and Ohatchee would cover the rest. He commented.something about wishing our city would do the same. The second we walked in the door, he went straight to out BFF's, who lived on a dirt road with a dirt drive. That had built a beautiful 2 story home there. He began to ask RF why he wasn't participating in the program. RF asked him what he was referring to, then RF looked at me, realized what was going on, and everyone else fell apart. THE AFTER LOOK... I caused him to be teased by others and I didn't mean for that to happen. Then there were many others such as the Loch Ness monster of Neely Henry Dam. The Bright Lights and Open Curtains, etc. But harmless jokes are one thing, jokes that cause physical or emotional damage are another. As much as I like to tease my loving, good natured husband and have brought him teasing from others, I can honestly say (and I believe he would agree). It's been things where we laugh with him, not at him. Being a teacher for years, I've seen some pretty cruel embarrasing jokes played on other kids so others would make fun of them and laugh at them, not with them. And I know from my own experience, I have been the brunt of those kind of jokes and I know that's no laughing matter. Laughter can relieve stress, ease tense situations, and cheer up a dreary day. "When you laugh the world laughs with you, when you smile the sun comes shining through. Laugh with people, not at them. And that laughter is contagious and can spread quickly to those around. I've seen a while room of people giggling and cackling without a clue as to why. But Someone else's funny bone got tickled or their giggle box fell open and soon others were laughing for the sheer joy of it. HAVE YOU HAD YOUR LAUGH TODAY? Ecclesiastes 3:4 NIV a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, Luke 6:21 NIV Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me," the mother told the little girl that cried in her arms. But the little girl knew better. Her loving, kind mother was wrong about this. She had been stubbed, bruised, and cut by her share of sticks and stones like any kid, and she forgot about the pain minutes after it happened. But words, those hateful, cruel words that had embarrassed her and made her hide her face in shame time after time, she would never forget those. They were engraved on her heart, her mind, her spirit. Ten years old and her prayers at night were," Dear Jesus, I love You, Mommy, Daddy and Sissy so much. Will you please let me die before them? They are the only ones who love me. They don't call me Four Eyed Freckled Face Pig, or say Oink Oink, We need you for our Barbecue everytime I walk by. Mommy and Daddy make me feel pretty. They tell me I'm smart, I'm beautiful inside and out, and that I can do anything I want to do, so I do it." So the little girl worked hard in school, then everyday she came home, went into her bedroom, cried with her face buried in the pillows so her family wouldn't hear her sobs and asked Jesus to just help her survive. She joined the drama club and performed in plays, made the Jump Rope Performance Team. Played on the Ring Tennis Team. Was in the DuPont Choral Group and made 1st Chair Viola Section of the DuPont Symphonette and endured ridicule and torment everyday while asking God to take away the thoughts of suicide because her loving caring family was worth surviving for... Now something else about this little girl, because of the emotional pain she endured, she sought solace and peace in the water. Living on the Atlantic Coast, she was a beach baby. Plus her Daddy built her an in-ground pool because of her love of water. Now she and Daddy were fearless when it came to swimming and playing in the ocean or pool, but Mommy and Sissy didn't share that same love. But emotional pain can drive you to do insane things. She would stay in the water for hours praying for God to turn her into a mermaid so she could swim away to Atlantis and finally be happy. She felt such a connection to God while in the ocean and such peace, such acceptance and belonging that her young, hurt, confused mind began to think she didn't belong on land. There was too much pain there. And she knew the minute she stepped out of the water people were going to point and laugh, and she would hear, "Fatty, Fatty 2 by 4, Petunia Pig, Henrietta Hippo", and more, so she wanted to stay wrapped safely in her watery caccoon of acceptance and non- judgement. She could do more than just survive here, she could thrive. But of course she grew, she knew, she had always known but she had needed that fantasy as a stress reliever, a fleeting moment of hope for something new and beautiful in her life. Life continued, she poured all she had into achieving in school to make her parents proud. And then it happened, the possibility of something good, a change. A change her parents thought would be great. Sissy was married, living in a city a few hundred miles away and they were moving to another city and state, her birthplace. She hadn't lived there since she was one year old. Could this be a fresh start, a happy start? NO! She was a bell-bottomed, tunic shirted, head banned hippie looking,Florida tanned girl with a strange accent entering a small, pretty much red-necked Alabama town back then. Things just got worse. The stress of it all had caused her to trim down some. She had a nice curvy body (not slim, but not fat, but she still felt like the world's biggest hippo. Her confidence was zilch.) The "good kids", the supposedly "Christian kids" wouldn't accept her. She dressed different, talked different. They labeled her a 'whore' and a 'drug dealer' and they didn't even know her, didn't even know her name. It was the 'trashy' kids that were kind to her, that showed her around the school, that sat with her at lunch and outside on the ten minute courtyard break. This just gave those 'good kids' more fuel for the fire. Her reputation was shot, lies were told and spread-no matter how much her denial. An incident one day- a setup, an entrapment - but God intervened, her name cleared, a public apology, but you can't undo the damage to the heart when something is taken that far. But still, for her family, she survived. She was loved by her teachers, excelled in her grades, involved in numerous clubs, but blackballed in National Honor Society by the one whose bluff was caught and called, yet she still graduated in the top 10% of her class. # 14 out of 225. Recommended by her French teacher, she took an exam to compete for a full scholarship. She scored the highest and could go to any college in the State of Alabama, everything paid, tuition, room, books, supplies, gas, EVERYTHING. Sometimes it pays to be a survivor. But the test showed other things. The psych evalve part showed OCD, depression, anxiety, paranoid schizophrenia. She had to agree to go to psychiatric therapy the first year. She did. She survived. She graduated with honors. She had wonderful, successful children. She's still married for over 35 year to same man now. Had a successful career. Yet, she struggled with her weight, she struggled with her health, had over 80 surgeries and came back kicking, she struggled with her mind, she struggled with her confidence. She loved God and Family with all her heart. But there were still days when kids and adults pointed, made fun, said derogatory things. And unlike the hurts from sticks, stones falls, bruises, broken bones and surgeries, those wounds didn't heal. She even lost so much weight at one point that people said she looked anorexic. But when she looked in the mirror all she could she was that Four-eyed, freckled faced Pig or the Big Ugly Cow that Everyone Just Wanted To Kick Around. She tried her hand at many things: singing, writing plays, drama, art, photography, designing, cards, designing fabric and wrapping paper, even writing a blog. She found out that she was okay at some things and almost good at others, but just not good enough. You see, her Mommy, Daddy, and. Sissy have gone to heaven. They were her cheering squad. They would have gotten behind her, supported her, pushed her... Not let her give up. But she just couldn't get all those "words that never hurt" out of her heart, her mind, her spirit. Now she does have 2 or 3 really good encouragers and supporters. She has one young man that helps hold her up when she feels she is going under, reminding her to pray and remember why she is doing it. But still there are days her heart is so heavy, it's hard to keep on trying. For when she puts her heart into a design or a blog and those she loves never gives even a nod, to a person like her whose heart is fragile from years of negative degradation, it's like like they're yelling out, "You're worthless, no good, you're not worth a dime. What a waste of space, what a waste of my time." But then the Survivor bows her head in shame realizing what she's doing is just the same. She's being hurtful using the past as a reason to be prideful and judgemental, God forgive, please! So she cries in her pillow to muffle her sobs and all she can say is, " Please, Please Help me Dear God." And soon she arises to try once again, because It's God she needs to please and quit worrying about man. She's a Survivor... By the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of Her Testimony. So She will keep on trying if it's only for one. After all, she must once again face and realize, that Jesus would have gone to the cross and died, even if it was only for her. STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK YOUR BONES BUT WORDS WILL NEVER HURT IS A LIE OF THE DEVIL. PLEASE WATCH THE WORDS YOU SAY TO PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY CUT DEEP. THERE ARE MANY YOUTH AND TEENS WHO HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE BECAUSE OF VERBAL ABUSE. ✿☞this rose bush is in my yard. Just 2 years ago it was healthy, loaded and bent to the ground with roses and leaves. Evidently it got damaged in the storms and tornadoes that wrecked havoc here. Now it is almost all dead except just a couple appendages.
Monday, April 29, 2013
The term mine eyes is used numerously throughout the old and new testament. With that many references it is easy to determine that mine eyes are very important. And of course we know how valuable our eyes are to us: for work, play, travel, chores, reading, entertainment, enjoying nature, for virtually almost everything we do. If you read polls and studies that have been made, when asked, "If something happened and you lost one of your senses, which would you most hate to lose? By far, the majority always answered sight. So we know how important sight is, but also, the eyes themselves are treasured beauties. Many people will tell you they fell in love with someone because of their eyes. Most romantic poets include descriptive romantic lines of being lost in the depth of the shimmering blue (green, brown, etc.) pools of your eyes. Even Solomon poetically said, Song of Solomon 7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. The Bible tells us many things about our eyes and our sight and what we should or should not do with it. Our eyes are made to look up to Him for help, to praise Him, to cry, weep, and lament with. But we are warned over and over not to use them for lust, or to look upon ungodly objects with. He warns us to be careful about what we put before our eyes. I am not going to say but one more thing, then I'll give you some scriptures to ponder. As I said, The eyes are the window to the soul, the Bible tells us what we see with our eyes settles in our heart. What kind of movies and shows are you putting before your eyes to settle in your heart? Job 31:1 KJV I made a covenant with mine eyes; why then should I think upon a maid? Lamentations 3:51 KJV Mine eye affecteth mine heart because of all the daughters of my city. Psalms 101:3 KJV I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave to me. Luke 2:30 KJV For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, Psalms 26:3 KJV For thy lovingkindness is before mine eyes: and I have walked in thy truth. Psalms 121:1 KJV I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.I
Monday, April 22, 2013
My heart has been heavily burdened for our nation for a long time, but even more so since the tragic bombing at the Boston Marathon April 15, 2013 followed by the explosion of the fertilizer plant in Waco, Texas. And in my own hometown the next two days, there was an arrest of two teenagers at a local motel where they found two bombs and firearms, then a bomb threat at one of our middle schools. God laid this writing on my heart which I posted on my Redbubble Art site. I was so happy with the response of people coming in agreement and the number of hosts that made it a featured writing which got it out to a wider audience. This morning I received an email that it was third place in Editor's Choice for Ending the Week of April 21. That is no glory on me but glory to God for He gave me the words of this prayer and I pray you will come in agreement with it too. Our nation needs healing. Terrorism, abuse, murder, crime is rampant and through prayer we can bring it under control if enough people will join in agreement, pray, share, and pass it on. I am reminded of the scripture in Revelations where the saints of God are under the altar crying, "How long, Lord before you avenge our blood?" Troubled times are here, signs are everywhere. What are you going to do? Will you listen and hear GOD'S CRY? How heavy are the rains that pour from the skies I know how hard you're weeping God, those tears fall from your eyes. Your tender heart is broken from innocent lives both injured and lost For some godless group or person to get their point across. The earth shakes, the mountains trembles As you cry out with your booming voice A question you know the answer to, but you want mankind to search their hearts. " Why," You cry, "Why?" Your question to those who terrorize, abuse, and destroy. Precious children, helpless elderly mistreated without second thought. Then people cry, "Well if God is God, why doesn't He stop this now?" And you could with just a thought, or blink, or simple wave of your hand. But then man would no longer have free will and they would complain That God had now enslaved them, they don't want to face the truth that The world is in the shape it's in simply because of the sin of man And Christians sat back way too long not taking action and failing to pray. And now evil, sin, abuse and terrorism grows more rampant everyday. I feel your pain God because I know your Spirit. I hear your weeping because I know your voice. I sense you calling for your children to pray, Because my heart is heavily burdened... Your Word says if 2 or 3 agree, well here I am, I come in agreement with You Father, with You Holy Spirit, and with You Jesus the Son. We cry out and pray for this world to turn from its evil ways, refrain from destroying the innocent and turn their hearts and faces to you. For You alone can be their help, You alone can set them free, You alone can restore them and renew a right spirit in them Oh Lord, My God. But we also know that in troubled times we can turn to Him for peace and comfort and know that even in the midst of tragedy, chaos, darkness, heartache and uncertain days He can make us lie down in green pastures, lead us to still quiet waters and restore our souls. s
Thursday, April 11, 2013
I've been thinking a lot lately about forgiveness. Just yesterday my best friend and I were discussing that, even though it is very hard to forgive someone that has hurt us, betrayed us, lied to us, or mistreated us over and over again, if they ask forgiveness, we are suppose to give it. Now that doesn't mean you become gullible, or don't use wisdom, but you need to make the choice to forgive according to the teachings of Christ. Walking in forgiveness is not always easy because even though we choose to forgive, our human minds stubbornly hold on to those memories, and we don't forget. So the least little word, or song, or movie, or new hurt or lie causes all of that hurt to come rushing in, and we feel like we are drowning in the pain of it all. But look at the unconditional love of the Father. How many times have we lied to Him, let Him down, betrayed our spiritual vows to Him. Yet, He always waits right there for us to say, "I am sorry, Father." And He opens His arms wide and tells us to come on home and that He loves us. And He never remembers it again. Not long ago I did this abstract type weave effect over several layered photos and wrote this writing called "COMING HOME"
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
If you looked at the pictures first, you might think you're about to read some philosophical or political article concerning all the things that are currently on the horizon or are on future horizons that could lead to an economic downfall. You are on the wrong web page, cause this grandma 'just ain't smart enough' to discuss those topics. But I do want to talk about something similar on a much smaller scale. And that is, "Why so many of our small 'Mom & Pop' businesses continuously fail?" AND IT'S NOT THE CURRENT ECONOMY, because I've seen it happen all my life- around me, in my community, in my own family, with friends and acquaintances, church family, and the list goes on. I remember not long after my husband and I bought our home out in Southside. It was just a rural community, then. We were the third house on our little cul de sac, and now there's not much elbow room. I remember hearing people say they wished that we had this kind of shop, that kind of restaurant, etc. And we did have local people begin to open businesses, but they didn't last long at all because the community wouldn't support them. If a pair of pantyhose was a quarter cheaper 15 miles into town, they would spend the time and the gas to drive that far to save that quarter. Wow, hey, but our little community is in the big leagues now, we have a Dollar General and a McDonalds. And then there's this- if your brother is a plumber and you need plumbing work done, why would you invest in a stranger, when that's how he supports his family? If your Aunt Sue owns a toy store and she has what you need, is it really going to hurt you to pay $2 more than the Walmart price? It's your family, it's your friends... They need your support to succeed. Invest in each other, support each other...you're not only helping financially, but you are strengthening relationships and the very foundation if what a community is suppose to be. A few years back, I was attending a fairly large church. As most churches, they did directories. I suggested the possibility of doing a business directory. I was fairly new to the church, but I knew there were some construction owners, lawyers, independent insurance agents, a fitness gym owner , beauticians, etc. I just didn't know who was who or how to contact the person I might be in need of. Needless to say, my suggestion was rendered null and void. It wasn't that my idea was rejected but that I truly wanted to know, these people were now my family and I wanted to support their businesses and professions. I don't understand it. Our ancestors bartered and traded with their FAMILIES, their FRIENDS, and their NEIGHBORS unless it was something that those around couldn't provide. That is what caused towns to grow and people to begin specializing in various fields. It is what we need to do today. I love Walmart, Winn Dixie, Sears and all those stores too. I'm just saying prioritize. Is what your buying something that your friend has a specialty shop in and would your purchase really benefit her business. Is your uncle a mechanic that works strictly on commission...wouldn't it be worth paying $10 more than Express Mechanics charges to help him feed his family? Is a member of your church a dentist or a doctor and you don't have one yet, use him. If you already do, recommend him to friends. Look around as you drive through small towns or communities. How many empty buildings do you see? How many Gone Out or Going Out of Business signs do you see? And how many of them are from the poor economy and how many are the result of lack of support from friends and family?
Thursday, April 4, 2013
I'm no scientist or book of knowledge, so I'm not here to blog about the properties, neccesities, and all the pollution dangers related to H2O, but to the relief and joy it can bring to us as life merrily rolls along. I will, however, note the facts that 3/4 of the earth is water, our body is mainly water, life cannot be sustained without water, and some of Earth's most breathtaking scenes include bodies of water. I have had 84 surgeries and I have 4 epidural blocks per year. On each of these you have to go without anything to drink. Now you all know when we are told we can't have something, we want it that much more. And if they are running, I feel like am going to die from thirst. When I wake up in recovery and they give me that first sip of water...it's like heaven. When you've been mowing the grass in 100° weather, and your throat gets parched and dry, nothing quenches that thirst like a glass of clear cold water. The minute it hits your lips, the relief begins and follows the flow of the water as your thirst becomes satisfied. And not just the inward body, don't you remember how WOW you feel if you've been running a race, gardening, working or playing outside and the sweat is rolling off of your hot, sticky body...and there's a pool or a lake, and before you know it, your head is breaking back up through the water and you immediately feel cool and refreshed. You see water is relief, it's refreshing, it's beauty, it's joy, it's pleasure, it's life...and there is another water. It is the Living Water, A water for your soul. A water that will eternally quench your thirsty soul. That water is Jesus Christ. When life happens and it has drained the well of your soul dry. Look to the Lamb of God and follow Him to the well. Revelation 7:17 NIV For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water.’ ‘And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’ ”