“If it had not been for storytelling, the black family would not have survived. It was the responsibility of the Uncle Remus types to transfer philosophies, attitudes, values, and advice, by way of storytelling using creatures in the woods as symbols.”
We all have secrets. And some of us have deeper secrets than the everyday “Shush. Don’t tell anyone.” It’s those types of secrets we take to our graves. It’s those type of secrets that can change the course of a person’s life should they see the light of day.
Today I lost my temper on my husband. He began yelling back. He yelling back at me only added fuel to the fire. But I kept yelling. And he kept ignoring me after he yelled sorry and then said, “I was only trying to help.” Normally his words during a heated moment would make right the wrong but this time . . . this time I was fed up with his misuse of the word sorry.
Is any sick among you? Let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. James 5:14-15
Dear Heavenly Father:
Thank you once again for a day I have never seen before. Lord, I pray for the sick and the shut-in. I pray that you will comfort their hearts about
their life and health challenges. I pray that you will heal them so they can return taking care of themselves. But until you decided their outcome, I pray that you will send honest trustworthy people to help them. Amen.
I’m a person that do not like to ask people for favors. And I really become leery when others offer to help me. My feelings aren’t because I’m too proud or I have problem with accepting help. It’s just down through the years other’s expected more of me than they gave and request more of me than I was usually willing to give. So, now, if I can’t get a task done then it goes pretty much undone. At least until I figure out how to do it myself since I want to avoid the depressing feelings of being used.