After hearing a very good word on overcoming yesterday, it was clear to me, that I was stuck in an attitude that was only fueling thoughts of defeat. In a web of sorts in my mind. It was making me mentally tired. There is so very much negativity floating around, that we are bombarded with each day. If we, (I) am not careful, it will consume us (me) in a subtle way. Proverbs 4:23 says, Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. NIV So today I encourage myself to be heart healthy..stop listening to the old worn out record. All it has done is created a deeper groove and playing the same old song of defeat and bondage. What I take in each day affects my thought life. I choose life, that I may have it more abundantly…
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He fills His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark..
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways,
He does great things beyond our understanding.
Job 36:32, 37:5
His ways are not our ways. As I observe my little sphere of the world I am in awe of the beauty in our little back yard. I hope I don’t tire you out from my backyard tales. But each day I am eager to see what’s new, what flower has bloomed, what vegetable has taken off. I am thankful for these simple adventures in gardening.
To Live Again
The floor creaked as Emma Jean rocked back and forth, nervously twisting her handkerchief. The ticktock of the clock seemed to be louder than she had ever heard it. Time was dragging and as she sat and waited she began to doubt that her visitor would show up. She got up to check the fire and noticed that her stack of wood was dwindling. With a break in the weather, she would have to chop wood the next day. The flames from the fire danced along on the sides of the bricks and it brought back memories of when she was a young girl and loved to dance. It was common to dance as a child. Her pa was an expert when it came to fiddle playing. He had long been deceased and it had been many years since she heard the music that brought joy to her heart. Emma had prepared a simple meal for Johnny, in hopes that he would stay long enough to eat what had at one time been his favorite meal. She had not forgotten the day he had walked out of her life. He was only seventeen. For years she withheld the truth from him of her giving a baby-girl up for adoption. At fifteen, Emma Jean knew she was not prepared for motherhood. When her pa found out he took a switch to her. She flinched for a moment as though being beaten for just a minute. Those were dark days and she tried to push them aside.Johnny had grown up thinking that he was an only child. He had always been tender-hearted and was always watching out for any animal or person that had a need.Johnny was twenty-seven now.She had heard very little from him in ten years. The day he left Emma Jean shutdown emotionally. She could not bear the reality of losing yet another child. Working at Mockingbird Diner gave her enough to get by on. Her worn black leather Bible had become her companion in life.” Though I walk in the shadow of death I will fear no evil.” She read the Twenty-third Psalm over and over again. It brought her comfort in the night when she dreamed of seeing her son one day. She read that God heard the prayers of the people, but she wondered at times if he listened to hers, or if he would answer them. All of a sudden the revving of a vehicle coming up the road startled her and she jumped to her feet. She looked out the window and there was dust flying and she felt weak in her knees. She ran to the nearest mirror, pinched her cheeks and straightened her blouse and skirt. She winced at her reflection of a thin tired looking woman,but her heart immediately leaped as she felt the warmth of her blood surge, as though coming to life, once again.
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We found ourselves trekking through the snow a few days ago. There is something about snowfall that compels me to go outdoors. I guess it could be because I was deprived of it, in my youth.
This morning I overheard a conversation on television. They were talking about how children are not permitted to say Merry Christmas in school. I don’t know whether this is written in cement or not. Growing up in the fifties it was ok… to say Merry Christmas! I will stay with this and not conform to our world’s standards. Yes, I respect other faith’s and beliefs. America has always been a melting pot of different cultures. People have had the freedom of speech and can pretty much fling around all kinds of filthy words without a problem. I will stand my ground and not that I want to offend anyone. That is not the point. It is about my faith, my belief that Jesus is the Reason for the Season. I love all of the Christmas songs that I learned in school as a child. It was not a big deal. Now everyone takes offense. There is beauty in this season. I will continue to abide by what I have learned and come to know.. Besides the man upstairs has gotten me out of many a pickle..