Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. Be of the same mind toward one another. Do not set your mind on high things, but associate with the humble. Do not be wise in your own opinion. ~Roman 12:15-16
Today, Lord, give me the ability to push my troubles temporarily aside. As you give me the comforting words to say to a friend in distress. Lord, I also ask that you give me the words to pray for the homeless everywhere.
Lord it is easy to take your blessings for granted when personal wants are fulfilled. It’s easy to forget about those that are sincerely in need as long as personal needs are being met.
Heavenly Father, this morning I’m praying that you touch the hearts of those that are blessed with a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs, clothes on their backs and shoes on their feet with a spirit of thanksgiving. Lord, help them to see, myself included, how blessed we truly are despite of unachieved goals. Help us to become steadfast in giving to the less fortunate with cheerful hearts.
Lord watch over the homeless. Give them their next meal without question or delay.
Your Loving Daughter ~Annette
- Blessings! (tyrannusschool.wordpress.com)
Grandma Still Drives
Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She
The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a
‘Honk if you love Jesus’ bumper sticker ..
I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from
a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer
So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.
Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.
I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in
thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn’t notice that
the light had changed.
It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t
honked, I’d never have noticed.
I found that lots of people love Jesus!
While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy,
and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ‘For the love of
‘Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!’
What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!
Everyone started honking!
I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all
those loving people.
I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!
There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him
yelling something about a sunny beach..
I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger
stuck up in the air.
I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.
He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.
Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window
and gave him the good luck sign right back.
My grandson burst out laughing.
Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!
A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that
they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.
I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is
when I noticed the light had changed.
So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on
through the intersection.
I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection
before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to
leave them after all the love we had shared.
So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the
Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord
for such wonderful folks!!
Will write again soon,
Respect every smile, you never know, it may have managed to make its way through a million tears. ~Ritu Ghatourey
A couple of days ago I had to quickly run to the grocery store for some packing tape. I didn’t look like a million dollars but I did have my million dollar smile with me. It stood ready to present itself to whoever walked in my path. Yet, once I stepped into the real world I was greeted with scowls and frowns and suddenly my smile quickly began to fade.
Inward chatter: Jeez! What’s wrong with the people today!
A feeling of gloominess swept over me when I looked in their direction. Sadly, they turned their focus to the floor or their stares went blank as if they had the ability to look through me. It seems as if the people who had crossed my path the other day didn’t get up on the right-side of the bed. And guess what?!!! I refused to let any of them give me a bad day. Instead, I gave myself positive self-talk and said, “Next!” Meaning I’m ready for my next life experience.
When I was growing up the actions of others made me feel I was in charge of making sure everyone was happy. If members of my family were having bad days I was the source of their unhappiness. If friends were socially irritated it was my fault they were having a bad day.
Needless to say, I spent the better part of my youth being a people pleasure. And sadly that nasty habit followed me into adulthood.
Ritu Ghatourey’s quote is so befitting for my life. I have walked many days, sat many days, worked most days, arose out of bed every day, prayed every day, lamenting over my stolen life during childhood.
I wonder do people even know how to accept a kind gesture as a smile; because, if I compare what happened to me yesterday, I would be hard-pressed to write, “Yes.”
Down through the years I have learned, whether I act like I have acquired knowledge or not, people will give you bad days because it’s storming in their life. To their misfortune, they haven’t learned, nor do they want to learn, the art of dancing in the rain.
My smile was free. And it was a genuine greeting that symbolically gestured peace be with them. It did not deserve, nor did I, the frowns and scowls in return for a random act of kindness.
So as I see things concerning why some people can’t return smiles is as follows: A small pocket of people don’t want kindness. Their little speck of life [stressing little] has become so consumed with bitterness that they don’t know how to project nor accept friendly gestures from others. I feel those types of people are worse than toxic. Too me they are laden with acid! And it’s those types of people I try to keep at a distance because they eat at your soul until nothing is left.
Well, my hour for writing is up. I must go and pull grass and weeds from my flower beds. Peace be with you all!
Prayer of St. Frances
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Coach Edna Cooper said, “The girls performed very well at both tournaments. They instituted team work by causing turnovers, blocking shots, and limited outside shooting. In the first tournament, Crossett defeated us but, in the second tournament the girls were very determined to take the victory home. They set a goal and achieved the goal by playing hard both offensively and defensively, on both sides of the court.The girls continue to practice hard because they know what they are capable of doing, right now. As a coach I am proud of the girls and I am proud to represent Gurdon.”
Every so often I find myself singing my high school alma mater (song). It’s been nearly 36 years since I’ve graduated high school and I still have Gurdon pride. What does that tell you?
It tells me that the staff and students set the standards in how I would push forwards to pursue my dreams; and how their comradery and friendship would continue to impact my life as an adult.
Upon reflection: Graduation was a sad day for me. It meant I would be leaving the school I love. I would no longer keep contact with the teachers that cared. And I would lose many friends with memories I shared. I didn’t want to graduate! But I did! And here I am learning a craft I never wanted to learn, writing.
I’m sure it’s many of the principles I learned at Gurdon that keeps me in the game of wanting to become a publish author. It is those same principles that make me want to change at least one life. For in changing one life I will have made a difference.
Attending Gurdon High for three years became defining moments for me. And, again, those years set the standards I wanted and want to meet. And when I read Coach Edna Cooper’s comment about the determination of the Lady Go-Devils’ win, I was quickly taken back to times that changed the course of my life.
It’s wonderful to see that Gurdon is continuing teaching youth to press forwards despite obstacles. Also it is great to see the message is taking roots in their lives.
I’m overjoyed that Edna is doing what she loves! Coaching! Also it’s wonderful to see an underclassman inspiring youth to meet their life goals!
Gurdon High School Alma Mater:
For ol” Gurdon’s Honor
We will fight on
We will keep fighting
Till the day, is done
And when the dawn comes
We will still be fighting onward
For the Purple and Gold
We’ll keep on fighting
For Gurdon High
Fight team fight! Do your best! Remember you’re fighting for GHS!
Lord, I have read and heard a lot this week. Many of those stories made me feel like I was traveling through a portal of stupidity. Often I found myself asking the following questions: Lord, is my thinking off track? Or are people now enjoying conflict? And why are they enjoying being hoodwinked? What is making them so gullible? And why can’t they see they are being invalidated?
Lord, as I sat in bewilderment over the troubles of the world, I asked, yet, another question, “Where is common sense?” Has it left the world? Has it found a hiding place? Is it sad because humankind no longer has a need for it? Lord, where is common sense? Because as I see things, who would enjoy heartaches, trials and tribulations?
Nothing I read or heard this week made any sense at all except for: “Something that sounds correct could be incorrect.”
— Prayer —
Lord, please bless the world with common sense. For without it mankind will become void in all their ways. So, again, please Lord bless the world with common sense. Amen
I just got back from a five-day camping trip. My family and I decided to join a friend and her family at a local state park. I knew preparing for the mini-vacation would be a chore; since, I have been emotionally and physically tired for years. But a vacation of some sort was a high priority. So, when my friend told me that she and her family was going camping at Boyd Lake State Park, I reserved a camping spot for my family and me to join her and her family.
My friend was too excited to have us come with. She had made plans for us as a group to do this and that. She had made her trailer as the command central. She had even planned several of our meals (without consulting me). Her efforts were those of a true friend but her services were not totally needed. As you can see, my dearest and sweetest friend took it upon herself to make plans for everyone without consulting with anybody. And had the women of both families checked with each other about the trip perhaps hurt feelings could have been avoided.
My friend had failed to see I wanted some me time. I wanted to escape the demands of my demanding life. I wanted to sit and or lay in the comforts of cleanliness. I wanted to enjoy my trailer that has been for years a BIG source of disappointment in some mental capacity. But, nevertheless [sigh], the trailer belongs to me and mine and we love it despite of all the headaches it has given us. And we are always overjoyed to use it when it is not in the shop for months at a time because it was poorly made.
However, with all that was going on mentally, I had very little time to freely think about the direction of my life until now.
I got the below YouTube video from a fellow blogger and I thought I would share the powerful message with you:
Well, I found another email message I thought was cute enough to pass on. This one is about a young person lecturing an older person on being considerate of the earth and all its inhabitants.
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”
The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
She was right — our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store.
The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks.
This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.
But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building.
We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind.
We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana .
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn.
We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.”
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn’t it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart … young person…
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off, especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart ass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.
Thank You !!!
I have this really cool friend on Facebook. I have never seen her and of course she has never met me in person either but we are friends. I cherish and respect her opinions about life and she gives me the same courtesy. She’s an Atheist and I’m a Christian. And we have never had disagreements about my choice to worship Christ or her choice not to believe in a deity.
Yet, the rights to worship or not worship seems to make most people go crazy on both sides of the fence. I can’t help but wonder why?
And here is where I’m going to make a few people upset about the subject:
It’s not my job to police the world and set lives on the path of God. And more so, it is wrong to push religion, faith and God on others. People were given free will at birth. Meaning we have the rights to follow God or deny His deity.
I’m a Christian and hardcore evangelism really upsets me! I hate when Christian’s come to my front door and give me their “you’re going to hell for this reason spill.” Honestly, I quickly shut the door in their faces.
No one wants to hear they’re doom to an eternal life of fiery damnation. No one wants to hear they are worthless and unworthy! Christ died for us all because we were worth the sacrifice! And as I see things, had an Atheist been the only person on earth God would have sent Jesus to die for him/her too!
Now there will be those that will gasp at my statement “If you’re happy being an Atheist I’m happy for you!”
Only baby Christians or far left/right-wing Christians feel the need to invoke fear and force feed religion. Spiritual force feeding is not showing a person to Christ and or God.
God clearly say’s in Jeremiah 31:3, “Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love; with loving kindness have I drawn thee.” Hum. . . ‘with love and kindness’ has He made Himself known to those that choose to follow Him. No where in that passage does it say club people over the head with the word of God and drag them to the altar to repent!
Truly, the God I worship is a loving God. He is slow to anger and quick to forgive. And he certainly doesn’t want His children to bully people with His word! Therefore, when I meet people who don’t believe in Christ I respect their choice, because I want them to respect mine! So if you are an Atheist and you think I’m going to try to convert you to my faith you are sadly mistaken. And, again, “if you’re happy being an Atheist I’m happy for you!” And! Yes! I’m a Christian!