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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Smiles Don’t Belong Here !

The Hospital had hired several persons who had graduated from the Medical Health Program. Four which included me were in the Physical Therapy Department.

Two of the girls had been there awhile and they teamed together as they made their calls to the wards.

I loved my job, and it showed. My smile and my humming a tune went before me into the Extended Care Unit where I was usually assigned.

One day, I passed the two other aides who were outside, taking a smoke break, and one of them made a comment that I could hear. “Smiles do not belong in a Hospital,” she said.

Well, that hurt a bit, but it did not stop me from smiling. My smile came from inside, and it was like a well springing forth. My joy could not be contained.

One day a patient told me how she and her husband had traveled, and they had seen some beautiful sights in this world. I told her that she could reserve a place in heaven where the streets were made of gold and the splendors there could never be imagined.

I held her hand, and prayed a short prayer asking Jesus to show him-self real to this sweet lady. Her face brightened, and she told me that she understood, and was ready when ever He was willing. Each day I greeted her with a smile and it was returned, until finally she was released to go back home. I expect to see her one day in heaven.

After working for a year, unexpectedly I was informed that our Insurance Carrier would no longer allow the unlicensed aides to write the notes on the charts. As of now, the data of each patient’s treatment must be from a Licensed Physical Therapy Technician.

My supervisor gently told me that she had both good news and bad news. She said the bad news was they were letting all four of the aides go including me. The good news was that I was the only one they were sorry to see go. I told my supervisor, not to feel upset, and that I would be fine.

As it was, I went on Unemployment, and before I could collect my first check, my phone rang. It had been a year since I had obeyed my Job Search Instructor, and took my application down to the County Personnel office.

The County requested that I come in for an interview to work in the Child Support Division in their accounting department.

Yes, I was hired, and worked there for 10 years, until the county was making some changes. A golden handshake was offered if 50 employees would retire. I was ready.

It turned out that 80 employees accepted the gold offer and as of today, I am still smiling!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Physical Therapy Aide REPOST

(This is a RePost as it goes with yesterdays story)

With several hundred hours of volunteer service in the hospital Physical Therapy unit under my belt, I concluded my health course training! I passed! At last, the hospital hired me and I became a full time physical therapy aide!

Treating the patients with gentle exercise, applying heating and massage, or wrapping wounds was only part of my job. My REAL job was “agent-in-disguise” on assignment by direction of my boss,

One particular day, I was assigned to do mild stretching exercises for the patients in one of the wards. As I walked by one of the rooms, I peeked in. A woman lay with her eyes closed. She was emaciated with her face drawn. There were barely any apparent signs of life. The Male nurse in charge, said, “No exercise for this woman, because she is in a coma and may not last the night. “

The Lord spoke to me and let me know that this woman was my assignment. I asked the nurse what her name was and he told me, “Her name is Mary.” “May I have a few minutes alone with Mary, if it is alright?” I asked the nurse. “Certainly,” was his reply.

I pulled the curtain around Mary. I knew that persons in a coma can hear and understand what you are saying. So softly, but with a voice of authority, I spoke, “Mary, I know that you have had a hard life and have done many sinful acts against your body and against God. (Pause) - - -

Mary, I have good news for you, and that is that Jesus loves you. (Pause) - - - I know you cannot speak to me, but in your heart you can tell Jesus that you are sorry for all the bad things you have done. (Pause) - - - Now, Mary, tell Jesus that you want Him to come into your heart and take all your sins away. (Pause)- - - Mary, Jesus loves you and wants to take you to be with Him in Heaven. (Pause)- - - Tell Jesus, ‘Yes, I want to be with you. Just say the word YES.“

I patiently and pleasurably watched as the frown on Mary’s brow softened and the downward curl of her lips moved to a slight smile.

The head nurse entered at that time, and asked me to leave.

Exactly what happened in that room on that day? The answer is that a woman became a “lady” and she was clothed in a white robe as she entered heaven to be with Jesus.

The next day, I re-entered the ward. The room where Mary had been was now empty. Mary was not there. She had passed on during the night to a better place, and had gone to be with Jesus. She barely missed heaven, but she made it.

There may be a Mary or a Bill, who needs a word from you. Opportunities are all around. Watch for them! Leap to catch them as they reveal themselves to you!

Stay tuned in to hear that still small inward voice. Obey when the Holy Spirit speaks to you. God is still speaking today….

Revelation 3:20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Monday, September 27, 2010

A New Career at Age 60

At my daughter’s suggestion I had enrolled in a Job Search program.

One of our assignments was to take our resume and an application to the County Personnel Office. I did as I was asked and did not give it another thought until much later.

One eventful day, our Work Program Instructor invited a person from the local hospital to speak to us. The lady mentioned that you do not need to be a nurse or a doctor to work in a hospital. There are 200 positions available at our hospital, she informed us. She talked about the billing department, the cafeteria, and then she mentioned the physical therapy aide who would walk patients, and assist them with mild exercise.

Now I don’t usually hear voices, but that day a little bell went off in my spirit and I said to myself, “I could do that.”

Later I spoke to my instructor about my interest in pursuing that new field. She explained that I would need to take a Health and Medical class, and that only a few were accepted. She helped me fill out the application, and I patiently waited for my interview.

To be accepted into the Health class was just like applying for a job. The day came for my interview and as I drove there, I went over the hard questions in my mind.

At the office, I was welcomed by two smiling nurses. We glided over the questions and answers until they got to the one I was dreading: “What is your weakness?”

I smiled and said, “My weakness is chocolate!”

The nurse laughed and said that is mine too.

A few days later I was notified that I was accepted into the Health and Medical class, and to show up at an appointed time.

Among other things, we learned medical terms, abbreviations, parts of the body, and how to give shots. Each week we were asked to bring in a newspaper clipping that dealt with health and we would discuss the articles.

Our instructor took us on tours to different departments to see what might interest us, and we wrote down our three choices to be an apprentice. I selected Physical Therapy.

My assignment was to give several hundred hours as a non-paid, trainee in the Physical Therapy Department. I learned to clean the whirlpool baths, apply hot and cold packs, and give a massage to the hurting area. We assisted the patients with exercise bands and pulleys. I loved every minute of it, but my assignment term was almost to an end.

During my time as a trainee, the County had not forgotten about me. One day I received a telephone call to come in for an interview. I told the lady that I was enjoying a class I was taking, and at this time I could not come in.

I told my supervisor at the hospital that the county kept calling me, but I told them no.

As time went on, one day, I reluctantly told my supervisor that my time was up, and I must stop showing up unless they had a job opening. I was informed that a college student was going to be hired as permanent, and there was no other work available.

A few days later, I received a telephone call, that circumstances had changed, and to come in because I was hired. I was so happy! This was an entirely new carrier for me but one I certainly was looking forward to. I expected to be a blessing where ever I was.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Looking for an Income??

My youngest daughter was speaking to me, “Mom, why don’t you go down to the PIC office and see if they can help you find a job.”

It was true that we were dipping into our savings to live on, and things were not looking good. My husband was no longer able to work, and he had applied for early social security, but that did not go far either.

“Yes, I will do that, it can’t hurt and it should be fun,” I told my daughter.

The class was designed to help the students gain strength in writing a resume and to understand how to do a good interview. We learned the hard questions we might be asked and were given tips on how to answer them.

Filling out a resume properly was important. We visited the local college where we received suggestions, and were told that they would assist us to print up a nice looking resume when we were ready.

Our instructor at the job search class, asked us to grab our resume and fill out an application and take it down to the County. Many different types of jobs were available at the County, so I did as I was instructed and left my application at the County Personnel office.

My background was heavy into accounting and managing an office, so that looked well on my application.

Our instructor required us to look through the help wanted ads in the newspaper and make at least 3 inquiries. I applied at a lumber warehouse but knew I would not be happy there. The women did not smile or seem to enjoy their job.

Another place I did an interview was at a local insurance office. The gentleman informed me that the pay was minimum wage, and according to my resume, I was over qualified.

All this was good experience.

I can remember one of our Pastors teaching on finding a job. He stated that you must view a job search as if you were showing up for work. Pack a sack lunch, and early in the morning, go door to door at your local business establishments and request an application for work.

Seeking a job is serious business and our Pastor did not believe in hand outs to those who sat at home, and hoped that the Lord would drop a job out of the sky on them.

If you are in need of an income, naturally you should pray. But understand that God expects us to put effort and feet to our prayers.

May I offer some tips: Get your resume updated and begin your search.

Keep a smile on your face, and always be willing to do the work, the way the boss wants it done.

Accept each task with energy and meet every dead line.

May I suggest a word of caution; no preaching on the job. Let Jesus shine through your life and example, and they will know him by your love.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

What I learned at EBay

Selling on EBay was a new experience for me.

I pulled up the forms on my computer, copied my information, and added the photo. Now I was ready to post my product.

What I failed to do was calculate the correct amount needed for postage.

My hopes were, that the item would bring the price I asked, and that would cover any extra shipping. There was a “Buy it Now” price, and that was what I expected to receive.

Another thing I over-looked, was it is good to have a certain “reserve” holding price, that the buyer must arrive at before I would let my item go. My item ended up in the auction section, with customers starting the bidding at 99 cents.

EBay notified me that my item had sold, but it was for a much smaller amount than I expected. The postage and the selling price was not enough to even cover my shipping cost.

When something like this happens in life, and you end up being the “looser” so to speak; it is time to cover your losses, and to keep your word and go on.

To me this was to be counted as a “Learning Experience.” (Not my first one sad to say.)

Yes, I sent the item to the buyer, and I was still stinging from the incident.

What I learned at EBay: I may never sell on EBay again!

Or at least next time I will count the cost.

Counting the cost is mentioned in the Bible. Research is needed to discover just how much serving God or NOT serving God will eventually cost.

The sad thing is to come up short at the end of life and not be allowed to enter Heaven.

The best thing is to count the cost now, and pay the price. The price is a full surrender of your will to His will.

It is a quality decision to serve God with all your Heart, and Soul and to begin today if you are not already living for Him.

Luke 14:28 For which of you, intending to build a tower, does not sit down first, and count the cost, whether he will have sufficient to finish it?

Matthew 16:26 For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Not Satisfied?

Straight as a stick, that is how to describe our two daughter’s golden hair. Our third daughter had nice brunette hair with a lovely natural curl.

What do you think was their request as we approached the Beauty Salon?

The simple answer was; two perms for the straight haired maidens and a reverse perm for the third daughter with the curly hair.

Why is it that we are often not satisfied and contented with things the way they are?

I can remember hating my name because kids love to tease and hurt my feelings. I was called Witch Hazel, Hazel Nut, and that was enough to cause me want to change my name.

Mother would tell me that sticks and stones will break your bones, but names can never hurt you. To this day I still do not believe that saying. I know for a fact that words can hurt deeply in the emotions, but that is another story.

Noses, eyes, double chins, big hips, fat tummy, all get attention from the Plastic surgeon.

Please consider teeth! Now that is something I needed and went for. My two front teeth were crooked and overlapped, and when a cavity formed between them, my dentist suggested that he cap the two into a straight nice line. Prior to the remedy, I would put my hand over my mouth when I would laugh or smile. The new teeth certainly improved my appearance, and gave me new confidence. No longer was I afraid to smile.

Satisfaction is not always a sit down item. It is a good thing to seek improvement in our studies, work, health, attitudes, our thoughts and not to forget is - - our spiritual life.

Many women desire to do a make over on their husbands, but men are set in their ways. The best solution is to love them as they are, and trust that your love and gentleness, will eventually work its change in your children and family. In any event it may change you.

One person that I continue to be satisfied with is Jesus. He never changes, and the Bible reminds me that, He is the same Yesterday, Today and Forever.

Yes, I am satisfied with Jesus, and as the old song says, “Is He satisfied with me!!”

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Family Secrets

Families do have problems. When my Uncle Clarence discovered that his wife was enjoying her free time just a bit too much; while he was dispatched on his work related rail road over night trips. He filed for divorce.

My dad (his brother) generously suggested that he to come live with us. Dad offered him our small room addition that was built for us by another uncle.

At the time, I was in the 5th grade, and flexible as to living quarters. My brother, sister and I had our private bed rooms upstairs, but one day, mother informed me that I must give up my room and begin to share with my sister; because cousin Walt was to take over my room.

What happened was my handsome cousin Walt, a high school student, decided he had endured enough of what was going on at home with mom, so he wanted to be with his dad and also move in with us.

What a tease he was, asking me what was my boy friend’s name. Then he made up a horrible name for the boy, and would taunt me unmercifully.

These were the days when teen-agers wore Levis, the dirtier the better. His Levi pants were extremely stiff, and would stand alone with no help wanted.

One eventful day when Mother did the laundry, she decided that those filthy pants needed washing. When Walt discovered what she had done, naturally he was completely devastated and sort of had a fit.

I knew better than to make any remarks, but secretly I smiled inside. To me, this was pay back for all the humiliation and embarrassment he had caused me.

One action-packed evening, my Uncle brought home a lovely lady friend he had met. They sat spooning in the front room on the sofa, while my mother, in the kitchen read to us children a bedtime story.

Soon, we heard the loud footsteps of my cousin running up the front porch stairs. Jumping up quickly, my uncle managed to lock the front door before Walt could enter.

Now our front door had a small window across the top, and my tall cousin had got a pretty good view as my Uncle was locking the door. My Uncle scurried into the kitchen with his lady friend and asked me to hide her, while he let his son in the house.

Oh me, how exciting this was!! I took the lady into my Mom’s bedroom and hid her in Mother’s closet. She was shaking and so scared! I told her that everything would be OK.

Embarrassed and excited, my uncle let my cousin in, took him into his room closing the door while trying to explain that the lady was my mother; and my cousin did not know what he saw. My cousin was not stupid, and he figured out what was going on; and later he came to understand that it was OK for his dad to see someone.

Shortly, I showed the lady out the back door, escorted her around to the gate, and she hurried home. We never saw her again. Best kept secrets are sometimes hard to keep.

If you share secrets with the Lord, He never tells, and you can always share with him anything, no matter what it is.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Disappointments are often for a good reason

Our Pastor asked my husband to teach a morning class on “Discovering Who You Are in Christ.” The Pastor requested an outline prior to allowing my husband to teach his lessons.

My husband and I had attended some classes held by Dr Charles Solomon, where he taught on the “Exchanged Life.” Dr Solomon illustrated with diagrams that we were first “IN Adam,” and needed to be translated into the Kingdom of God’s dear Son, and to become a new creature, “IN Christ.”

My husband had decided to present the Old man with his emotional feelings of rejection first, and lead up to the New Man who is “Accepted in the Beloved.” The Pastor was not sure he liked this approach and made it very clear to my husband that he felt this was a negative view.

My husband told me that something else was going on, and it was time for us to back out, and allow the Pastor to teach the class the way he wanted to by using some materials that we did not adhere to. When the Holy Spirit speaks, it is time to move on.

We ended up paying a visit to the Pastor at his home and telling him that next Sunday would be our last Sunday.

We parted friends, and the Pastor told us that the door swings both ways, and we were always welcomed back.

Later we heard that the church closed down because of some sort of scandal.

Praise God, we were not a part of it, and the Lord protected us, because we had listened to his voice.

Ephesians 1:6 To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.

Ephesians 5:8 For you were sometimes darkness, but now you are light in the Lord: walk as children of light
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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Kilroy Was Here

There has been much written about the origin and proliferation of Kilroy.

It was a simply drawing with just the bald head, and hands showing from behind a wall. His long nose protruded over the wall, and his beady eyes shown bright. The words, “Kilroy was here,” were always intimating that he was there first.

In December 1946 the New York Times credited James J. Kilroy, a welding inspector at the Bethlehem Steel shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts, with starting the craze. Usually, inspectors used a small chalk mark, but welders were erasing those to get double-paid for their work. To prevent this, Mr. Kilroy marked his welding work with the long crayoned phrase ("Kilroy was here") on the items he inspected. The graffito became a common sight around the shipyard, and was imitated by workers when they were drafted and sent around the world. As the war progressed, people began opening void spaces on ships for repair, and the mysterious Mr. Kilroy's name would be found there, in sealed compartments "Where no one had been before."

To the troops in those ships, however, it was a complete mystery — all they knew for sure was that he had "been there first." As a joke, they began placing the graffiti wherever they (the US forces) landed or went, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

As a young girl during WW2 I can remember seeing these signs everywhere that you could use a can of spray paint. We kids would write on our book covers, “Kilroy was here.” It was a fun thing to do, but no one really knew why.

Kilroy signs spread everywhere from coast to coast, and from sea to sea. The military did much to spread his message. Yes, he was there first “Where no one else had ever been before.”

I am wondering if my mansion in heaven is reserved just for me, and no one else has ever been there before. I certainly hope, it is not Mr. Kilroy!

I sure do not want to see this sign in heaven near my mansion: Kilroy was Here

Friday, September 17, 2010

Expectation

Every day, I excitedly watched for the mail. My package should arrive any day soon!

My children were small and I was in the habit of sewing simple clothes for them; but now I was ready to tackle something with buttons!!

A magazine advertisement had caught my eye. Five hundred assorted buttons, six each of every kind in a nice box. That sounded like a wonderful bargain, so I eagerly sent the company a check and anxiously waited for my buttons to arrive.

It seems silly to be so excited about a box of buttons, but I certainly was.

What made me think of this long ago incident is the fact that because I am house bound for a season, the internet has been very inviting.

Something comfortable to wear around the house was my intention, so I went on line to Blair.com !!

All the bargains amazed me, so I placed an order. Next they offered me a discount if I ordered more so I did. Oh what fun this was!

Now the waiting part!! Can you believe that I am so extremely excited about the arrival of those packages? They should arrive any day now!! Soon and very soon!!

I believe this attitude of being anxious is what the Lord expects from us, as we wait for the return of Jesus. We know the Bible promises that He will come back, but only the Father knows the exact day or the hour.

Because we do not know the exact day or the hour, we should at least be aware of the signs of the times.

Luke 21:25 And there shall be signs - - upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;

How excited we should be as we anxiously wait for Jesus to come back.

It is important to be ready for when He does come, for it will be so very quick. Just a blink of an eye; and all the Christians will rise to meet Jesus in the clouds.

Now, how excited is that? Will it be tomorrow? Only God knows.

Soon and Very Soon!

Act 1:11 Which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Free Chickens

I answered the door bell, and was surprised to see my neighbor holding out toward me, a gunny sack that was strangely moving.

“Here,” she announced, “These three chickens are for you.” Just turn the chicks loose in your back yard, and they will eat all the bugs for you. She continued, “I can’t keep them, and we can’t eat them because they are pets.”

There is a saying “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” The meaning was to not be ungrateful when you receive a gift.

I happily accepted her gift and took my bounty to the rear yard and turned them loose. Sure enough they began to peck away in my flowers and tall grass.

The chickens were satisfied staying in our yard, but for some reason they weren’t laying eggs for their keep. I surmised that they needed expensive laying mash or perhaps it was molting season.

Before long a problem developed. Flies were everywhere, and the mess the chicks were making from their poop was attracting more flies every day. I had less bugs in my yard, but the trade off, was not worth it.

The flies finally got to me, and something had to be done. No, we could not eat our pet chickens, so I phoned my friend and told her the chickens must go. She informed me that she would be right over, because her uncle would take them to his farm in the country. She promised me that he would not eat them.

Now everyone was happy, me, my friend, her uncle and the chickens.

Did you ever receive a gift or something FREE, that proved to be more inexpensive than you ever expected? For instance; FREE puppies, that ended up costing you a fortune in vet bills?

There is one free gift that you do not want to pass up, and that is God’s gift of salvation to you, through Jesus Christ.

Free, yes, and also yes that it will cost you something. You will need to lay your life down at His feet and tell Him that you surrender your will to do his will. The trade off is forever and eternally worth it.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Last Call

“It is time for watermelon! You children have been in the water long enough.” my aunt Edna called to us.

My brother and sister left the water and started for the picnic area, but I was enjoying my swim and decided to stay a bit longer in the cool inviting water.

My mother and we three kids were visiting my Grandparents and my mother’s sister, and they had wanted to treat us all to a picnic and a swim at a near by park.

Eventually I decided perhaps my swim was over, now I was anxious for my watermelon.

Hurriedly I rushed to the picnic area, and could see my family enjoying their melon.

“I am ready now for my watermelon,” I proclaimed.

My aunt informed me, “All the melon is gone, and you should have obeyed when you were first called.” She continued, “Your stubbornness has caused you to miss out!”

Heart sick on missing one of my favorite treats, I could only regret my choice to have my own way. Disobedience had caused me to suffer a great loss, but a lesson was learned.

In life, there are many decisions that we may hold on to as dear, but none are worth the expense of missing Heaven.

The voice of the Holy Spirit continually is calling, “Come and dine with the Master.”

One day it will be the last call. It is one announcement that you do not want to miss!

That is the reason, to be ever ready!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXZmu0YKl7o

Monday, September 13, 2010

Counsel

I heard the frantic cry of my husband, “Hazel, Please come in her quick,” was his plea.

We were assisting a small church in their Christian Educational department, but my husband was often asked to perform other duties.

On this day, a distressed woman had asked for counsel as she was having a problem coping with her distraught husband. The gentleman had recently suffered the loss of one of his arms, and feeling that he was less of a man, he ending up by pushing her away.

Arriving to answer my husband’s call of concern, I entered to find the woman dressed provocatively in mini shorts, a deep cut blouse and heavy make up.

One important thing they teach you in any Bible School is to protect yourself against gossip or suspicion that could end in slander. Here was a typical example in full view.

Ministers should be careful if at all possible not to council the opposite sex with the door shut, and if available to invite their mate, or another person to sit in on the session.

Sobbing, the woman poured out her story, and it was extremely evident that she did not actually want direction and guidance. She was searching for someone to agree with her and comfort her in her decision to leave her husband.

A few months later, we saw her again, and this time she informed us that she was happily engaged to be married to a fine gentleman. We offered our congratulations. What else could we say?

I am reminded of the wedding vows, so easily forgotten by some, in times of illness, accidents, or even when angry, “Forsaking all others; until death do us part.”

Many times, the grass on the other side of the fence that appears so inviting will soon surprise you. for it has been sprayed with weed killer, and will quickly wither and dry up.

Not all exchanges are for the better. Only one is; the great exchange. This is when you give Jesus your old life and you receive HIS everlasting life to live inside your heart.

When it comes to counseling, for myself, I have discovered long ago, that a little talk with your best friend, Jesus is safe, and He does not pass on to others, what you have shared with Him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7EWzA8OoEw

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Abuse

It wasn’t because I felt threatened, because that wasn’t the case. My thought was; to be forewarned was to be forearmed.

I don’t remember how the conversation came around, but it probably had something to do with the news paper, about a wife being beaten by her husband.

At the time, we were engaged to be married, and this seemed like the appropriate opportunity to make my statement.

It was short and sweet. “I don’t expect you to ever hit me, but if you ever do, the first time will be the last time, because I will be gone before you can hit me again.”

We never spoke of this after that, and through the years, there may have been a time or two that he wished he could hit me; like the time he hit the wall instead, and made a hole that needed to be patched. - -

But physically hit me; NO he never did.

He has been a kind and loving husband - - most of the time.

Besides physical abuse, there are other ways to hurt your spouse, and that includes verbal abuse, and "The silent treatment."

One day, I was at my computer with my wallet open and my credit cards visible. I was printing a receipt for a charity gift I had just made on the internet.

Behind me, I was shocked to hear a voice, “What are you doing now?” my husband barked at me, as his blood pressure went up several decimals. I won’t include all the rest of his speech, but it lasted about 5 minutes, as to why I shouldn’t do this because of all the scams, and how we are on a budget and we need to pinch every penny.

Talking about the wind being knocked out of your sails - - that was me.

I explained to my husband that it was for a good cause, and I was depending on those persons involved who I trusted, that it was a legitimate charity.

I was reminded about the story of Abigail in the Bible, (1 Samuel 25,) who brought King David food, but she did not tell her husband right away. Her husband had refused to contribute provisions to King David, and she knew this was not right. In fact she was troubled for the safely of her household due to her husbands selfishness. So she decided to take matters into her own hands. She did what she knew had to be done!

The next day, after delivering her bounty to the King, she told her husband what she had done. What happened next was shocking to say the least.

Her husband was so angry, that his blood pressure hit sky high, and because of that he suffered a stroke, and fell over dead.

This Bible story illustrated to me, that there may be times, when it is better to hold off and wait on the sharing with your husband, your small gifts to charity, at least until a better day. Timing is crucial, if you value keeping him alive.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Give It To Em !!

How pretty they were !! Shiny, fancy, expensive hubcaps, that came with our new car.

Last minute, we decided to drive from California to Camp Meeting and arrived a day early. We elected to attend church that morning at Sheridan Assembly in Tulsa, OK.

The service was memorial, and we were in excellent spirits as we exited the church that afternoon.

Wait - - something is wrong! Our beautiful hubcaps are gone! Someone has stolen our hubcaps while we were in church!

Deflated in heart, we were also quite a bit angry to think about someone being so low down as to steal our hubcaps on a Sunday and to boot, openly in the church parking lot !!

Too sick at heart to even eat lunch, my husband decided to call one of our friends and unload our woes on him for comfort.

“Hi Bob, how are ya all doing?” was the cheerful greeting on the other end of the line.

My husband blurted out, “Simon, you won’t believe this, but today in the church parking lot, they stole my fancy hubcaps.”

The quick reply was, “Bob, don’t let em steal your hubcaps.”

My husband resounded, “You don’t understand, they already stole my hubcaps.”

The gentle answer came again, “Bob, don’t let em steal your hubcaps, GIVE them to em.”

My husband couldn’t believe his ears. “What did you say?”

Sweetly here it came again, “If you give them to em, they can’t steal your hubcaps.”

We can’t actually say that we enjoyed those words of wisdom, but as we considered it thoughtfully, we could understand that if we gave the thieves the hubcaps, it would heal the hardness of our heart - - and all the un-forgiveness, that we were already feeling.

Letting go is often difficult to do. Especially if it was something you dearly enjoyed or loved.

Many times, we would rather wallow in our misery and harbor our resentment and hug our offense. The longer we sit in the seat of the scornful, the suffering is only prolonged.

If we would quickly “Give it to em,” it would speedily heal our wounded spirit and we could continue walking with Jesus at our normal pace. So I say to you, next time it happens to YOU simply, “Give it to em.”

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Teachable or Gullible?

The overhead projector flashed a picture of a baby bird with its little mouth wide open, on the screen for all the Bible School students to view.

The instructor explained that baby birds trust their mother to put the correct ingredients in their mouth, such as worms and bugs.

However because the baby bird is so trusting, let us say (the enemy) comes along and begins to put BB shots into its little mouth. This gross error would eagerly be accepted by the baby.

Our instructor continued, by saying that there are a lot of so called Christian books, commentaries, various ministries on TV and other avenues of learning that may or may not contain solid eatable Spiritual food for our little Christian bird mouths to devour.

Yes, we desire to have a teachable spirit so as to consume the truth from the Word of God, when adequately taught by anointed preachers, teachers, instructors and missionaries. When we study the Bible, we will need books, and other helps that will assist us as we endeavor to accept TRUTH.

In a Bible School, students are expected to have open minds to consider if what they are being taught lines up with the scriptures. If it does, well and good, but if not it is time to lay down the helpful book you are reading.

The warning to consider, is that all footnotes in our Bibles are possibly NOT inspired, so be sure to take that into consideration when studying. One well known man of God used a small Old Testament footnote to prove a point that he had learned from some German theologians. This resulted in a blatant teaching error and many still believe it today.

One instructor suggested that if it is “Weird,” that it is NOT of God, and to steer clear. Our sensitive spirit will reveal if what we are being offered is counterfeit teaching. Beware of strange doctrine. The Bible is our source.

So yes, have a teachable spirit, but please do NOT be gullible.

Luke 20:21 They questioned Jesus, saying, "Teacher, we know that You speak and teach correctly, and You are not partial to any, but teach the way of God in truth.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Bible...Weapons of Mass Instruction!

I am reminded of a time, when our family and our business were both under attack from Satan!

Wow, are you serious?

Yes, our new equipment would break down, and a new replacement would also tear up. This happened more than two or three times. Accidents were happening on the job, and trucks would not start or run properly. Employees were sick and did not show up for work. We lost bids that should have been ours.

A string of events left us puzzled as to, “Why?” was all this was happening repeatedly?

I suppose a “Light bulb,” turned on, and it was like a revelation that the devil was behind all this, and it was he that was causing these accidents.

A short conference between my husband and myself, and we decided on a war plan.

Each morning before my husband left for work, we would join hands, and speak the Word. “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.” “The steps (and business) of a righteous man are ordered of the Lord.”

Next we would take our authority against the devil and demand that he take his hands off God’s property.

The last step was to thank the Lord Jesus for watching over our family and our business and for his Angels that we asked Him to send as an army to watch over us.

A dark cloud was lifted, and the change was "almost" immediate.

However we continued our strategy and did not let up. We were determined to “Hold the fort.”

God’s word can be used as a weapon against evil that threatens us. It is as a sword that cuts deep when used effectively.

If words have power, it calls to reason that God’s Word would be an explosion when it flows out from our mouth. Speaking out scripture that has come alive to you will set you free in given situations.

Declaring with your mouth, that you are who the Bible says you are, will give you grace and boldness to walk uprightly.

Early on, I learned that my own righteousness is as filthy rags, BUT because of Jesus, “I am the righteousness of God IN Christ.” My concept of myself as a sinner, changed when I understood, that I am NOT a sinner saved by grace, but by the grace of Jesus, I am a Saint IN Christ.

We cannot continue to depend on the prayers of our mothers, grandmother, pastors, and our church members. It is time for you and me to begin to stand up and grow up in the Lord.

Daily reading God’s Word until the scriptures become a part of us is as food to our spirit. Speaking the Word to ourselves brings maturity and growth to our lives.

Growing up spiritually helps us discern truth from error regarding spiritual issues. Babies cannot discern good from evil. They can also become selfish, and because they rely on everyone else to take care of them, they cannot encourage or equip others in their faith.

Lastly but probably most important is, your own personal Pentecost which is vital.

This is the secret to Power with God and your communication with the Holy Spirit which will enable you to mature into the grown up believer that God expect you to be.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Revolving Doors

Here they came, in one door and out the other. That is what it seemed like as our teen age daughters would bring home their boyfriends.

My husband usually did not speak to the young men. I asked him “Why not,” and he explained that his reasoning was, “They are here today, but tomorrow they will be gone.”

He continued, “One week I am supposed to treat them nice, and the next week I am supposed to hate them.” I suppose he decided just not to get too attached to any of them.

Call our daughters fickle, or just over friendly, but at least they brought them home for us to meet. One after the other!

One evening my youngest daughter asked me to help her break up with her current fellow.

“What? Did I hear you correctly?” I asked in surprise.

She told me to think up something and be nice, because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

So off I went to the front room where he was lounging on the sofa.

Gullible me - - But here goes!

He was a nice Greek boy, and clean cut. I sat next to him and began to discuss his Greek culture. We talked about his mother and how she probably wanted him to go out with Greek girls. I explained that our daughter was a committed Christian, and according to the Bible she desires to match herself with someone of like faith as she enjoyed.

I think he got the message, because that was the last time he appeared at our home.

As they left that night, he told my daughter, “You have a really neat Mom,” So I guess his feelings were not hurt too badly, and he was spared a broken heart.

Sometimes there comes a time of separation, for your job, your boy or girl friends, and heaven forbid, your marriage.

At least be civil and kind and respect the other person’s feelings.

Hope all is well with your household and you and yours.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Wedding Blues and Pinks

This was a wedding that we were not anxious to attend, but attend we must, my youngest daughter and me.

A few weeks prior we were in the car and I was driving. “Mom, why is he doing this to me? Why is he marrying her?”

I knew the reason, but had not told her, so now I quietly said, “Maybe he feels he has to,” as I emphasized each word.

It dawned on her what the reason was, and she exclaimed, “Oh no,” and began to weep.

It was a few weeks later, and I sat with my daughter while her boy friend married another.

We left early because she was sobbing so loudly.

At home we cried together, as we sat at the kitchen table eating cookies and drinking milk. It was almost fun as we took turns telling each other what a jerk he was and how lucky she was not to have him. Soon we both felt better.

Tears and years passed and God helped her find a stable Christian man with an excellent work ethic who loved and cared for her and I might add respected her.

So the moral of this story is: disappointments come to all, but never give up hope! The mate, or job, or house, or what ever else it is that you believe you need, is not far out of reach.

God is faithful, and if you will allow Him to direct your path you will discover that the answer will soon be on its way.

Perhaps - - the answer is already on its way!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Great Cacophony!

Has anyone ever told you that a certain church service was really good, but when you asked them what it was about, they said, “I can’t remember but that it was really great?”

At the Bible school we attended, each month a different ministry held a week of services twice a day. After a full week of meetings, there should have been something good to remember!

Indelibly imprinted on my mind is the week that Kenneth Copeland was the guest speaker! He was an excellent instructor of the Word, and his teachings were powerful and deep. All week he ministered from Proverbs 16 about seven things that God hates.

Lying was one of these. In fact, I retained that concept quite well from my childhood days! It was something for which I received more than one beating! Additionally, when my mother thought I was getting too big for my britches, she always quoted, “Pride goes before a fall.”

However, neither of those two sins were what stirred my memory the most about that week’s sessions. What caught my attention was the fact that God hates; strife, conflict, friction, argument, dissension and discord.

Rev. Copeland related the truth of this by urging us, as soon-to-be leaders in the body of Christ, to understand that we could not afford to allow strife and conflict of any kind to remain in our church or organization.

He went on to illustrate with examples from his own ministry. Whenever someone on his staff stirred up strife and discord, Rev. Copeland would call that individual into his office, give them their walking papers, and then help them find a job somewhere else.

You might say that sounds a bit harsh and perhaps he should have given them a warning with a second chance. No, his organization speaks for itself and is still prospering.

Discord among the brethren, in his opinion, was the worst sin that could be allowed to remain in a Christian assembly. He emphasized that discord will split and destroy a church. It will also affect schools, businesses, or other organizations in the same way.

(Can you imagine an orchestra where some played however and whatever they wanted? Instead of a beautiful symphony, there would be an irritating cacophony!)

When it comes to families, an exception is advisable. Seek peace and Godly council to assist in coming to reconciliation. Too many families have been split and divided because of hard-headedness of one or both parties. I would urge that the one who considers himself or herself, to be the most spiritual, to stand down, and make peace.

Proverbs 6:16 - 19 These six things that the LORD does hate: yes, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that devises wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaks lies, and he that sows discord among brethren.

Aprons

There they hung on a hook behind the free standing stove in our large family kitchen. Home made aprons.

My mother sewed and made most of our clothing. One item she made for both my sister and me were aprons; and she wore one herself as she cooked.

For each meal, we slipped our apron over our head and enjoyed our eating as we kept our dresses clean. Our wardrobe was limited, and it was simpler to launder an apron than it was to wash and iron our dresses.

I can remember back in sewing class in High School, one of the first items we made was an apron.

I don't wear aprons much anymore, and I have one tucked away somewhere. It would probably be a good idea for me to get it out and use it especially when I bake!!

My daughter tells me that her granddaughters, and even her grandsons, know what an apron is for. She informs me that they love to use them especially when baking or cooking. The children love to assist and the aprons keep their clothes clean as they help.

Although the myriad of uses have dwindled, aprons are still a needed item in our home!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

To Live or Not?

Interesting enough, the Bible Training School that we attended, believes in the Holy Spirit and the Gifts that accompany being filled with the Spirit. Healing is a top priority, and the heartrending truth is that is many Christians are sick, hurting and dying.

One distressing day, we were notified to leave class and report to the warehouse, a general place where we could all meet at once. We were asked to intercede and pray for one of the students who had suffered some sort of attack in class. Soon we were notified that it was his heart, and the gentleman had passed away and went to heaven.

What a shock!! Here we were in a FAITH atmosphere, and one of our members had died on us!

We were numb and disillusioned.

Lots of questions, WHY?

That question is asked over and over again, by believers and non believers alike. The Biblical answer is that God knows the secret reasons, and someday he will explain it to us.

The following morning we met for general assembly, and we were made aware that our friend had been told by his doctor that he only had a short time to live. He made a decision to spend what time he had left in the place he envisioned to be where God’s Spirit was.

He determined to attend the Bible Training School and be under the ministry of Spirit Filled and Spirit Led ministers and staff.

Yes, he wanted to live, but if he died, he wanted it to be here.

I do remember how happy he seemed each and every day as we attended classes together.

He was where he wanted to be.

This event may have been a preparation for our class to keep on - keeping on, even when God doesn’t heal, when people die, and accidents happen. God is still God and still in the healing business.

Okay, now let us ask a simple question. If you knew you only had a short time to live on this earth - - what choices or changes would you make?

Would you make more phone calls to family and friends, write more letters, visit shut the ins, pray more for the lost, worship Jesus more?

Truth is, none of us have a promise of tomorrow, but that should not change the things we have already set in motion to accomplish.

That degree, certificate, job, or ministry, or book you are writing, once put in place, should be pursued to the fullest.

In other words, keep serving God as his will is revealed to you, and don’t look back.

I am reminded of the catch phrase; “Expect Jesus to come back at any moment, but Live as if he will not return for 1000 years.”

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