Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The "things" of this life.......

Good Morning, one and all I just popped in because I do miss our daily talks but as with all of you my life seems to be happening and I can't seem to stop it long enough to stop and talk to you.  I so sorrow sometimes about that, but I can't in all honesty say I would change the way my life has been going of late.  The Lord has worked wonderfully in my life in the last couple years and for that I am truly thankful. I do often think I am letting the Lord down on the promise I made to write this blog, in part, with the hope that just one soul would open a Bible and find salvation by the hearing of the Lord's word, through my testimonies.   I do think that for awhile the Lords has had other plans for me a little closer to home so I try not to sorrow for my blog to much..... I digress. He will give me time to talk to you when he deems it and I guess now is the day and time for the short term.

I have been thinking a long time about somethings I really do want to talk to you about and it seems daily I contemplate on it.  I might have really needed the last six months to really focus on it.  I often think of about "things".  Do you ever think about "things"?   Wow! now isn't that a big open subject, see why I have thought on it so long?  Maybe six months is not enough time to contemplate, maybe one lifetime is not enough, now that I really think on it.

"Things" what a simple little thought. We really have so many many things that change, shape and make up our lives.  "Things" oh, so many different things.....  We can have a thing, see a thing, covet a thing, but then there are the things that happen, around us, to us, and are for us.  A "thing" can be the joy of a baby's hand so fragile that sunlight can shine right threw it.  A poem shared with someone special. The first whispered word of your baby, "mama, or dada". The "I do" from the lips of the one you have chosen to share your life with, your children with, to be one flesh with under the sight of God with.  A look from your love of 50 years that say what a million words can not.  A squeeze of his hand and that special little smile he has...... A book that changed your life, one a journey to some wear you will never really go, one that brought you enlightenment, laughter, sorrow or helped you find health and the there is The Word of God, a special book above all else, that God spoke just for you and to you.   A pan that shares the life of a loved one at a glance.  A little doll that brought safety and took away the sorrow,,, of so many many things.  A knife can hold the memories of a man, lying in his hand, it recalls the day he cut his sons's umbilical cords separating them from there mother and he sorrows that one of those tiny little son's did not survive and only breathed 9 short hours but he sees in his minds eye the one little hand tightly holding the others as one of his dear little ones took his last breath so long ago.......

"Things" are a great part of our lives.  Some are cherished, some hated and abhorred, some just are and some have destroyed so much of so many peoples lives.  Sometimes things are just things and sometimes they are harbingers of our past that just won't go away.  I was talking to one of my littles just this last week as we were gong by the old mill sight where Poppie, and so many others, had worked for the better part of my older children's lives.  I said, "I love the smell of the mill, the old wood, the cedar, the fresh sawn timber."  She said, "I know, I know, you always say that when we pass by here."  I was kind of hurt by her indifference to my special memory that I was trying to share with her.  Here I was cherishing the memory of the smell of my husband as he had come home from a hard days work, from the job he loved and the job that had put food on our table for so many years.  The smell that had permeated my Daddy who had worked 40 years in the mill and forever smelled of the newly sawed smell of timber.  But alas my little, who had never smelled the "thing" I so loved, was totally unphased and indifferent to my pain, my memory of the whole thing.  It was gone and never to return for her to know or remember, just a sad lost "thing."

I think on many "things" not all of which are my "things" or even do they pertain to me.  I think on the pain that "thing" has caused the one I love, my friends and even people I have not known.  I sometimes see the pain they received and shared to me of and in  those"things." How a dog can be a man's best friend 40 years later because a dog of memory shielded a forlorn boy in it's dog house, as the boys parents drank the night away in the bar, not caring the little boy was hovering in a cold dog house hungry and freezing, except for the warmth of the dog, locked out of the house until they stumbled home at last call for months on end. How a piece of toast can be a thing so hated by the man who once was a little lost boy, left with his grandparents to raise.  A sad little boy had woke up one morning ahead of the elderly couple, and toasted a whole loaf of bread because he had seen how Grandma did it atop the wood cook-stove.  The lesson that Grandpa had for him was very harsh for one so little, to eat the whole loaf.  Was it really punishment for the boy or was it retribution from a father to a daughter that had failed at marriage and was out hunting a new man with not a care about her abandon child.... The man loved the boy but maybe sometimes his pride got the better of him and the boy was the only one there to deal with his anger.....

The "thing" can be, a savior and the enemy, all at the same time, to the little girl of your memory.  A beer can can be the enemy that's appearance in her home meant her parents were flush with money because they had it and cigarettes but did not make the choice to buy food for hunger little mouths.  A bag of beans or a package of macaroni and the dreaded can of tomatoes only goes so far to a house full of littles, and hunger comes back way to soon.  Worse later when the beer was gone the can became something the little one could cling to for safety, because if you stacked them in front of your bedroom door they became an alarm, that just might give you a moments notices before the evil that comes, opens the door and upsets them as you slept,   A seconds notice might just safe her from the horror to come.  A "thing" can be the sour smell of stale alcohol on the breath of the evil that came to quick and she didn't get away.  The smell of a stale beer breath will forever be a lifetime of remembering that "thing" that happened a long time ago or "the thing" people know about and didn't protect her from.  A "thing" can be something horrible that is still there, something that happened once a long time ago that still controls you or it can be something that shaped you, hurt you but you over came and are better than that "thing" which once happened to you.  You were a survivor you no longer hate, you no longer are the victim of the "thing" but have long since gone on to a better you.

The Lord remembers all "things" and he eventually takes care of all the "things' we all endure.  He sees our joys, our sorrows, our terror and files them away.  The "things' we go through good or bad.  Someday he will reward us, each one, for the "things' we caused: the joy, the help we gave,  and did  we live to his glory? did we share the joy of our lives and make things better?  He also will judge and sentence those who made things worse for others and chose to torture others with all the horrible things of this life.

I hope the "things" in your life make you pause, have taught you, shaped you and caused you joy.  I pray that the "thing" most precious in your life is the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.  Imagine, the love that would make God choose to come to earth as a man, die a horrible death on the cross of his own choice, rise from the grave and conquer death so that upon your belief through faith he would give you salvation.  A "thing" like that is so unimaginable but can be yours. The love of God is already yours just reach out and accept it.  I hope today is the day of your belief in Jesus Christ, today is your day of salvation,   That is truly a glorious "thing" the most glorious of all "things'  this is....... tomorrow. 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Back by loving request and my first in 2015....

I know I have been away a long time it seems, since early December if I recall right. I had a major melt down of my computer in December, I spent 18 hours on line with the tech.  He was truly wonderful and put up with my computer that was so slow it literally took 2 hours to do what should have been accomplishable in 5 minutes.  We struggled through and my computer is better than ever, well since it was new anyway. In the end, though he had tried, we could not get rid of all the viruses so he quarantined my whole system into a folder and hand transferred all of my data to a new system I still have the quarantined folder in case there is something I might have forgotten and need in the future.  So far not but it is really a comfort to know that it is there.

We had a nice Christmas season, we celebrated with all our dearest loved ones, sometimes small is just right. I spent the next couple of weeks doing puzzles for next Christmas presents for the grands. I made a sea scape that was 1000 pieces and a Noah's ark scape that is 1500 pieces, pretty good for one old lady in two weeks.  The grands really were intrigued with them so it will be fun to make them into wall hangings for their rooms. I only have 7 more to put together to have them all, I may do some smaller ones as not all of the grands have space for a large wall hanging.  I think in the end I will keep the Noah's ark since it was, to date, my biggest puzzle I have ever done. I got sick and thought I was over it and went to Bountiful Baskets and then I really got sick, spent a week in bed, 4 days of which I had a high fever, and the next week or so I got the sweats and felt weak as a kitten if I did anything. Poppie and the Ladies were such dears and took care of me. 

Our goats have had a hard winter. A dog or coyote scared some of them into a wall and they broke their necks, lost Rosie and Dear Cleo and Cora Beth.  Poppie was so sad at Cleo's loss she always talked to him as he feed them she is dearly missed.  This last week we lost Jezebel and Jasmine and their mom Jewels to pneumonia.  The winter going back and forth on weather was really had on them. My book on goats did make Poppie feel better, with goats it is not if they get pneumonia it is when.  I had planned on reducing the herd but I had had a better plan.   We have Glenda and Gladys and Rootbeer, we will keep their babies or get a baby from Mokie, probably one of Star's.  Poppie is trying to get the barn done, they had the birthing room for shelter so they were not out in the weather.

I have had a lot of carving to do, I carved two moose antler sculptures for Christmas gifts, I am working on my 4th rifle stock carving, and have several carvings to do on antler knife handles, one is a Sempra fi memorial for a Marine.  I think that is kind of cool. I have also embraced the 4 bags of wool scraps that Twin gave me in May and have designed a children's travel rug and have made a few penny rugs.  The children's rugs originally had tic tac toe or checkers/memory games on them but when I donated one to the Library Lady suggested I do all three on one rug, using both side more like the penny rugs.  It was a good suggestion so I have made a couple of them. My simple sewing machine in not up to the task of sewing through two layers of wool and a wool braid so Poppie oiled up and got my more heavy duty machine going.  Which is a blessing since the two simple machines have now been commandeered by the Ladies.  Which is too cool.

I rarely make New Years resolutions but when I heard Belles it inspired me to make some this year. She is going to read her Bible through, pray on her knees and declutter.   I decided they sounded good to me so I decided to follow suit, well except for the decluttering part. I am a self prophesied pack rat and may declutter a little by my standards but no one else I know would even be able to see that I got rid of anything...... I digress.  I am not sure where Belle will declutter as she is the least clutter person I know.  She has been on a trip since late December to the deep south so I have missed her. again I digress.  Anyway I started out with my Bible read bright and early January one, I kept a good click and checked off each reading for the next four days in the back of my Bible, per the schedule there in.  It was then that I discovered I was reading a whole week of reading daily, I figured that God surely had a hand in it so I have continued on that path.  I will have read my Bible once through and my new testament twice through by February 21.  I have found it to be a truly inspiring way to read the Bible. It really is much more of a flow going back and forth between the two with the books that prophesied and then the fulfillment all together. I am thinking I may just try to keep it up for the whole year, if I can find the time, It really does take about 2 hours a day and if I miss a day it steam rolls so I have to really stay on task with my reading. I have only read one other book so it does reduce my other reading but I think maybe God has something to teach me and I have something he wants me to learn.......

Well I should let you all go now, I pray that the Lord is master in you life and you are saved by the blood of Christ Jesus.... tomorrow.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

I love missionaries, today we got to meet ours that minister in Thailand, such lovely people.

Today at church was potluck, the Preacher calls it a buffet, but us northerner's call it a potluck.  It was great but the most special part was meeting our missionaries from Thailand.  We, Poppie and the kids had never met them but the Preacher and Pianists were old friends and had gone to church together before. They were truly a blessing to meet.  CS, the male missionary, was a jovial speaker he brought their life in Thailand to life for all of us in the audience. JS, sang the most wondrous song to us in Thai language, How great thou art.....  They love Thailand so much that they intend to die there and they think of it as home and America is just a place to visit now.  How glorious it was to meet two people so in tune with the Lord and in tune with the people they love and share the Lord's message of salvation with.   We got to hear of the Thai people that are now a part of their family because of the love they share with each other.  Their son was with them and he has just finished Bible Missionary School and will be doing missionary work with them.  I don't know if he plans to stay in Thailand or seek another placement, maybe the Lord hasn't told him as yet. 


I do love when missionaries come and share a moment of their lives with us.  It makes me aware that all of God's children are called to go and spread the news of the Gossips around the world.  Some are called to go half way around the world, some are called to missionary in their own neighborhoods and I suppose some are called to talk to you all here from a computer.  I do think that on some level speaking to you is a bit like being a missionary.  Some one out there may have not heard the blessed news of Christ Jesus and I could be the one to bring the gossip to them if only in a little way.  I do hope that is so. 


Luke 10:2, Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.


I hope that I have watered and planted so the Lord will harvest many souls.  I pray you are among the ones already harvested into salvation by the Lord... tomorrow.