At the end of January, just before my youngest daughter got married, I received my first award ever for writing, the Versatile Blogger Award, sent to me by therealliferealtalk.com blogger, Chanel. Thank you, I really enjoy your blog!
I’d like to nominate fifteen others. I hope they’ll be blessed as I was. 🙂
night, as I lay in bed, one of my legs started hurting. I said, “Lord, what’s
whether it was my thought, imagination, the enemy of our souls-which I doubt,
or the One and Only Great God, I felt as if a gruff voice impressed on my mind,
“Feed My sheep.”
you think of that? So, tonight just past my bedtime, I’m sitting in a recliner
under a crocheted afghan I made well over 20 years ago, a Granny square
pattern, with a dim light on my right and a hand-cranked flashlight losing power
over lined paper so I don’t overstimulate my senses and stay awake too late. I’ll
type this in the morning, “Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,” as my mom
used to say back in the day.
been blogging less often because of life’s pressures and a little burn out. I’m
reading the Psalms in the Old Testament and First Corinthians in the New
Testament. No matter how many interesting books I read, none nourish my spirit
like the Bible.
read 1 Corinthians 10:13 (NKJV), a favorite verse of mine: No temptation has overtaken
you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not
allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will
also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.
Speaking of temptation,
the last time I blogged I mentioned my granddaughter saying something about an
unfortunate substance being on her ear and contacting my kiss. The next
morning, on speaker phone I heard her mom say, “What did I read in Grandma’s
blog about your ear and a booger?”
My young granddaughter
said, “Oh, I just played a trick on her.”
She lied! I thought it was unlikely that she would have a booger on her ear, but then, I thought, maybe it got on her pillow case and transferred over. She’s got brothers and she’s athletic but I didn’t think she’d ignore something on her ear. I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
This photo is from gettyimage.com and I found it on Google.com.
The next time something is suspicious with her, I’ll consider she might be tricking me again, or telling a fib. She’s never lied to me in matters of importance, but in kidding around, she felt a temptation to say something that would gross me out, and she went with it. That’s what I like about temptation, the only thing I like about temptation. I have moments or longer to consider if I’ll fall if the opportunity comes my way. I can choose to lie or steal or cheat, etc. or not. And 1 Corinthians 10:13 says God gives me a way to escape any temptation that comes my way. What a relief. All I have to do is ask God to make it clear to me what I should do to avoid sin, and He’ll provide a way out.
Another reason I like this
verse is that it’s reassuring that I’m not the only one in the world to get
tempted. Yet, it’s not a sin to get tempted. It’s only a sin when I act on the
temptation. Do you believe this verse?
Last week, my grandkids came down from up north just a
few days before we hosted three folks from Mexico. So, I told my grandson I
haven’t had time to blog lately.
“Write about us making s’mores in the backyard,” he said.
This picture is from istockphoto.com.
All the family left except for my grandson. The next day the married couple and one of their children’s godmother came to stay for six days. What did I discover? My grandson has been learning Spanish since kindergarten. What a delight!
My sister came over one day and she used her faltering Spanish so the ladies began using their less than perfect English. The man spoke more fluently than they did.
I learned hambre means hungry and hombre with a long o
sound means man. I picked up a little of the language and before I knew it,
they were off to their own country before Fall hit. I missed them when they
They departed just in time, because it feels like autumn is in a hurry to send chilly breezes this year. The married lady really felt the cold and it’s gone down a few more degrees in the short time they’ve been gone. My grandson visited when the rain stayed, so he only got a day or two to enjoy the outdoors. His siblings got more sun and opportunity to enjoy the playground and one took a walk in a creek.
So, last week because we weren’t sure if our town
allowed a fire pit, we put charcoal in a family-sized grill with papers for kindling.
The kids broke sticks in the middle to help the fire along. They’d gathered
long sticks from trees and from those that fell to the ground.
My daughter brought chocolate candy bars, large
marshmallows and graham crackers to make our s’mores. S’mores is short for “some
more” because one makes you want two.
I taught my grandkids to use patience and hold their
stick impaled marshmallow well above the fire so it would toast brown instead
of being a black cylinder, burning hot-some encased in flames. Except for the
middle child, he wanted a burnt one.
Their attempt to eat a marshmallow fresh off the grill
burnt one of the kids before they comprehended the warning.
Now, another grandchild is staying with us for a few
days for Grandpa time. She asked my husband to buy flowers for me, and so he
did. I let her try her hand at pouring pancake batter and then flipping them
when it was time.
Each grandchild brought their unique personalities and
interests to enliven our summer. My husband took each child out for a meal to a
local restaurant and her turn is tomorrow.
Tonight, my husband told me she wanted to invite me to come along. She’s an early riser, so she told me I’d have to get up before my normal time. I said, “I can do that.”
When we prayed after she got tucked into bed, I went
to give her a kiss on the cheek, just as she turned her head. “Grandma, you got
I went to exercise class yesterday with two
ninety-something year old’s and another lady older than me. Some have been
exercising together for 25 years now, which boggles my mind because my husband
and I tend to move. Our average stay at two homes we bought was 10 years and now
we’re beyond that here, but nowhere near 25.
Sometimes I pick on my husband, whom I love very much. So, yesterday I told the women that I sat in his car last week and the passenger seat was soaking wet. He told me to get over it, kind of, and wear the wet, heavy jeans because we were going on a date to eat dinner and then catch the new Spider Man movie. He didn’t want to be late for the beginning of the show.
I told him I would be right back and scooted out of the car. I have a slight allergy to dark denim, which is what I wore that night. Wet, dark denim is altogether different than dry dark denim, and to quote Yosemite Sam, the cartoon character, I realized “My biscuits are burning!”
The older ladies and I talked about the crazy cloud-bursts of rain and moments later, sunshine. Then, one speaking of a quilt folded in four in the car sparked my memory.
An elderly lady from our church made lap quilts while
living in the nursing home to give away and I asked her if I could keep one.
When I came outside for our date last week, I quadrupled the lap quilt to sit
on it so I wouldn’t get wet again. Thus, I mentioned my husband’s car seat getting
I didn’t tell the exercising ladies that my husband
didn’t complain when I hurried from the car. He didn’t yell or use sarcasm
later when he waited for me to arrange the quilt.
Now, we’re heading for another wedding anniversary and
sometimes I wonder how, as a young person with a decision that momentous, that
I got such a great guy. I did pray like crazy and seek advice from people I
respected with good marriages and noticed he loved his mother and thought
highly of his sister. Sometimes I know God’s in the details of my life, even
when I’m oblivious of Him.
On Thursday, I parked next to my husband’s automobile
downtown and the rain began, so I put his windows up. Then last night as I
washed dishes, he came into the kitchen to ask me if it was raining and were my
car windows up? I dashed out the door and there they were, half open.
If you get caught in a sudden rainstorm in New York State, or elsewhere, I hope your car windows are closed if you need to get out for a bit. If you do your spouse a favor, they may return the gesture. God does say in Gal_6:7b “for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap” (NKJV).
I’m back North for a second stint of babysitting for
my four grandchildren. The first day we readjusted to each other-a little
testing on their part, me determining how strict to be.
The last time I was here, in June we played four square with a red rubber ball. If some pushing or other roughhousing kept going on, I’d step in and tell the offender to sit on the porch and count to 120 while they composed themselves.
A few days later, the oldest came running in and said his sister needed to chill and count to 120. The others rushed in to tell their side of the story.
daughter quieted them down and said, “Use your words.” They all got a chance to
out his sister didn’t need to count to 120. I thought, that was handled well!
Please excuse the bragging on my daughter. I think following the Lord and being a Special Ed teacher helps her in raising her children. I’m back to reading Proverbs again, along with some other Scriptures. Not every day, but there’s so much meat in Proverbs, lots of good advice for relationships, for managing life, for handling money, and getting to know God.
My sister, Mary was an imperfect person, but she loved
Jesus. She enjoyed blessing people with gifts. She laughed and her wit was
quick and sharp. One day she told me she really enjoyed listening to John
Osteen from Houston, TX and said I ought to hear him preach. He’s been gone for
twenty years now. She’s been gone for about five years, I think. Today, I was
searching for a sermon on television and I found this on YouTube. So, in honor
of my sister Mary, I copied and pasted it. I thought I’d share it here.
It’s sounds hard to be a Christian, and sometimes it is, but
the alternative is much, much harder. I’ve lived both ways and I’ll take Jesus
over not having Him any day. Jesus makes life worth living, even when life hits
and hits again, and the pain hurts. Jesus takes the sting out of the hurt,
compared to going it alone.
When my elementary school-age grandchild came to visit for a few days, I felt the stress melt away. We played games, watched children’s television shows, put a puzzle together, visited the library, read the Bible before bedtime, and sent texts to favorite people using my phone. We read non-fiction books on worms and another on insects, but there was no interest in two fiction books I chose. That surprised me.
This particular child
loves fruit and pizza and sweets but there’s no overeating. Salad disappeared
with coaxing and a bribe. “You can have ice cream for dessert if you eat lettuce
“Okay, Grandma, but not
too many leaves.”
“Three works,” and as I
tore it, the child thought the tiny pieces counted. We compromised at one and a
half or more of romaine and five cherry tomatoes.
Tomorrow’s the last day
here and I need a nap!
No wonder the Bible says
that children are an heritage from the Lord, in the King James Version. May God
keep hearing sermons or discussions among Christians about people following
their calling from God. Then, I read book titles or newsletters on the same
topic. Inevitably, the question arises, “Have you taken time to seek God to see
what your calling is for life? What did God create you to do?”
I’m thinking I’m hearing God in my thoughts, often it’s “Feed My sheep,” or “Write.”
Sometimes it’s “Clean” or “Rest.”
(Eph. 2:10 NKJV): For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.
This verse made me think our calling as a Christian is to walk as Jesus
did. Not in malice, wrath or in jealousy, or covetousness, not causing strife,
or gossiping. Gossiping hurts people’s reputations-it’s akin to murder.
So, I’m mindful of God’s commands in the Word and I’m trying to do what I think He wants me to do. When it feels like more than I can handle, I cry out to God for wisdom or whatever will get things done. God is my refuge and strength, an ever present help in times of trouble; it tells me in (Psalm 46:1 NKJV). “Praise You, God!”
sitting in a recliner with my feet up because a week and four days ago I went
to the foot doctor to have a small biopsy taken off a toe. It hurts and daily
there’s been a touch of blood on the bandage, so I decided I’d better take care
To change the subject, I love being a Christian because God answers prayer, besides the benefits of getting to know Him. On Mother’s Day, our church gives each lady a carnation and some of the last of us divided up the leftovers, so I got four. After putting them in a wide-mouthed vase, they looked like they needed more flowers in there. I wanted more but not enough to go to the store, maybe because of my hurting toe.
Wednesday I went to a place of ministry and the person in charge of it asked a
few ladies if we could join her in prayer there. Afterwards, she and I pulled
out a book we’re studying every two weeks together. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
In an office, I noticed two bouquets of flowers almost out of water, so I
suggested she water them. She bought them for two employees and one recently
quit without notice. “Want one?” she asked.
thought, God gives us the desires of our
heart when we follow after Him. That might be in the book of Proverbs.
Also, we’ve been having a lot of rain, which fills half of our basement floor. In the book of James, it says, “You have not because you ask not.”
we first moved into our place, the basement was dry. I’m not exactly sure what
we did, but it changed. So, my husband took on another chore in his already
busy schedule because the water is too heavy for me to lift.
days and days of rain, my heart ached for my husband and I asked God to keep
the water out of our basement. Because of His compassion, He did something. Our
basement is dry!
prayed a week or so ago for my husband and I to get away for a break. A couple
of days ago, a lady at our church called me. She said she went to get a hair
cut and it turned into a God appointment. The hairdresser is Christian and she
and her husband have a heart for pastors and missionaries. They open their
place in the Southern Tier for a small retreat for a donation. My friend said, “My
husband and I want to pay for you to stay there for a couple of days.”
I tell you, that felt great to know they cared and God made a way. My husband is thinking about it and I told the Lord if it falls through, it’s okay. It’s just awesome to see how much He cares.
Our lives are not perfect. My emotions get out of hand at times. Today, I called a friend for prayer because of another sinful decision our Federal Government made in the House of Representatives to favor one small group of Americans to the detriment of a larger majority of others. It’s causing me stress physically as well, which is not helping my toe to heal. So, I’m doing my best to cast my cares upon Him for He cares for me, as paraphrased from (1 Peter 5:7).
I’m asking God to influence the Senate and the President to keep this bill from becoming a law. I’m reading the Old Testament and I know God punished Israel for all the choices they made which America is making now. Our country is in a spiritual war and it’s heartbreaking. I’m praying Americans will write their Senators in Washington and vote their consciences in the Fall and may God have mercy as He continues to judge our land in an effort to get people to turn to Him for their eternal welfare.
I continue to lean into God and continue to learn lessons about the need to
depend on Jesus and to rest in His loving arms. I saw a Christian program on
YouTube last week and the host said he had a dream. Three times Jesus appeared
to him and said, “I am coming soon.”
clicked to the beginning. The show aired in 2017. Sid Roth loves the Jewish
people and he said many in Israel are becoming Messianic Jews. They’ve
determined that Jesus fulfilled the many prophecies of the Christ in the Old
Testament. To God be the glory, thousands and thousands are coming to faith in
other countries around the world.
you are a born-again Christian in America, living out the faith as best you
can, repenting and making amends when you fall, please join me in praying for
revival to come to America. Please ask God to soften hearts. I’m asking the
Lord to show me what He’s called me for and to strengthen me to fulfill that calling.
If you haven’t done that, I hope you’ll do that today.
you’re not sure if you’re going to heaven when you die, the Bible says in (Romans_10:9 NKJV) that if you confess with your
mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the
dead, you will be saved.
I’m writing in the library lately to help avoid distractions at home. Because I’m working on a children’s project, I’ve been taking out research materials; too many actually and it’s causing me stress. So, I returned an armful of children’s books, and a writers’ market guide. Then, I checked out picture books that came in from other libraries that were recommended by Ann Whitford Paul in her Writing Picture Books: A Hands-On Guide From Story Creation to Publication, copyrighted 2009. Writer’s Digest Books published her book; they are an imprint of F & W Media, Inc., of Cincinnati, OH.
I ended up with six less than
I started with, so it’s a beginning. I needed about six of them renewed last
week including two young adult novels and the man gave me one week. One week! I
thought, he obviously doesn’t realize the
library director likes people to take out books to boost her circulation
So, I scanned two young
adult novels and returned them. I read one as soon as I could and returned it
four days early. I will be returning magazines today and on the seventh, so
that will help as well.
I don’t know why I overdo
with books and food and chocolate on occasion, but now I’m reigning them all
in. I don’t need self-induced stress. I hope this finds you well!