Your Character is Showing

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Just like everyone else, I've been watching the actions of people during this pandemic. Needless to say, it's been astonishing.

I've always heard that whatever you do in secret, when no one can see, is your character.  It's either selfish or giving, vindictive or kind, good or evil.

This crisis has brought out the character of a lot of people, it's out there for everyone to see.  I am so disappointed in seeing the character of some, who hoard products just to resell and make money from this catastrophe.  It's shocking to see scammers try to take advantage of  the poor or the elderly.  Their character has gone public.

However, on the other hand, I'm amazed at the goodness of others.  I've seen healthcare workers who continue to put their own lives at risk in order to help someone else.  I've heard stories of restaurants giving out free food to their communities.  The precious people who work in the school systems are going in and making lunches for the children even though the schools are closed.  People are offering home cooked meals for truck drivers, people who are delivering groceries and necessities to the homes of the elderly, people using their own money to make masks for healthcare workers,  and just this morning a sweet lady offered to help my husband and I in any way she could.

I know the evil deeds have been magnified through tv and social media, but there are others that have sacrificed their time, their belongings and even their lives from the kindness of their hearts.

Let's focus on the goodness of people today.  Let's pray that God changes the hearts of others.

And remember,  your character is showing..

What Am I Thankful For?

What am I thankful for?  The list could be limitless, but this year I'm thankful to be here.  Things could have been very different for me and for my family this year because I was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer.

When I heard those words echoing around the silent room of the doctor's office, I could not register what I was hearing.  As my husband and my son, faces drained of color,  sat beside me while the doctor explained it all on a medical level, all I could think was, "I want my grandchildren to remember me. God, if I die now, some of them won't remember."

It's been months of struggles, pain, helplessness, surgeries, and yet, here I am.  To have my friends and family pitch in to help dress me, change my bandages, empty drain tubes, cook and clean for me has been the most humbling experience of my life, but it helped open my eyes and ponder on how that Jesus suffered so much, endured so much, surely, I could get through this.

My surgeries, with all their complications, are finally over.  My pain is easing.  My body will always be disfigured, but it will always be a reminder, I am here, I am cancer free, my grandchildren will grow and  they will remember me.

Stop for Just a Minute

I'm on my porch this morning, sitting on my chaise lounge chair, a cold tea on the table beside me and all I hear are the different bird sounds echoing in my woods.  What a conversation they are having.  The sky is blue with soft, billowy clouds moving slowly across the sky and I can smell the sweet fragrance of the pink, fluffy flowers on my mimosa tree while the leaves dance slowly in the breeze.  Maybe it's true what they say...."almost heaven, West Virginia."

It's a good thing to stop everything.  Stop working, stop talking, stop moving, just sit for a minute and look around.  We need to realize that this is a way to praise God for his blessings.  Do we really think God did all this, made all this, just because he didn't have anything else to do?  He did this for us, for our pleasure.

How dare we stomp out to the car every morning on our way to work and not even notice the different colors of green in the trees.  It's shameful of us to be so busy cleaning, running, working to not notice that God Almighty, the Creator of the universe, the Giver of all good things put that flower there for us.  He made the grass green and soft to walk on, He made the hard, resilient trunks of trees to hold up those branches of shade for us, He made the sweet, juicy apples, peaches, oranges to give us nourishment and pleasure to our taste buds, and gave the plants and flowers aroma for us to enjoy.
 
When we go through our days ignoring the beauty that surround us, the magnificance that God has created, we are ignoring the blessings of the Creator.  How ashamed I am for snubbing my Father, for grumbling when the grass needs mowed, for grumbling when we have to prune our trees, for making snide remarks when it's too cold, too hot, too wet or too dry.  We always look down our noses at the children of Israel and are so amazed at them for grumbling about every. little. thing., while we complain about every. little. thing.

Jesus, forgive us all for being complaining, unthankful, ungrateful people, and help us to stop.  Help us to stop everything for just a moment, look around, and find the beauty surrounding us every single day.

I'm guessing all that melodius sound coming from my woods, all that chirping, singing, and twittering could be praises, songs of thanks for all the things we overlook in nature.

Psalms 148
Praise ye the LORD.  Praise ye the LORD from the heavens: praise him in the heights. 2. Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.  3.  Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light.  4.  Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.  5.  Let them praise the name of the LORD: for he commanded, and they were created.  6. He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass.  7.  Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps:  8. Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word: 9.  Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: 10.  Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: 11.  Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: 12.  Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:  13.  Let them praise the name of the LORD: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.  14.  He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him.  Praise ye the LORD.

Was it Worth It?

I'm sitting here in a quiet house with my feet propped up and soft music playing in the background, thinking about the days of being a young mother.  Back then, I certainly could not have had the opportunity to do this. There would have been a baby in my arms, or a baby that just left my arms, or a baby crying to be in my arms.  The music in the background would have been Old MacDonald and my feet would have been crossed with another child riding horsey on my leg.

Moms sacrifice from the very beginning, don't we?

We sacrifice our health...each morning we get up with a feeling of dread because we know within the next few minutes we'll be doubled over as our bodies try to reject that little foreign object, violently.

We sacrifice our bodies...our bodies transform from looking like the number 8 to looking like the letter D.  We have to learn a new way to balance ourselves, a new way to sit, and a new way to get up, if we can get up.

We sacrifice our appetites...if it's not nailed down, we eat it, with a pickle.

We sacrifice our sanity...who knew that a butterfly landing on a flower could make us cry. And that by the last few weeks just about anything "he" says makes us feel as if someone is wailing away on our nerves with sandpaper.  Who knew.  And all this before the little package even arrives.

But haven't we all seen a smile appear when we ask a mother, "was it worth it?"  Was it worth all those weeks of sickness?  Smile, yes.  Was it worth all the mood swings?  Smile, yes.  Was it worth all that pain?  Smile, yes.

We've all recieved messy dandelion and buttercup bouquets picked by little, chubby hands.  Some of us were given rocks.  Whatever the gift, it was thought of as beautiful in the mind of that tiny person, and is as valuable to us as jewels.  The expression of joy on that small replica of ourselves was worth it.

Most of us could wallpaper our houses with all the yellow, crayon sunshines and smiling cloud pictures.  We could throw in some love notes with the letters all different sizes, some letters backwards, where the m's have too many humps and the E's have too many sticks.  Add to that a few papers with glued on cotton balls and macroni, a sprinkling of glitter, and some unknown particles thrown into the mix and we have completed the whole house in art.

All of us have dealt with their broken hearts, drama, sports, hairdos, proms, cars and report cards.  Our hearts rip into when they stand with a silly grin on their faces as they are dressed in school color cap and gowns, holding up their diplomas, and we grieve as in death when they walk away from us to enter a whole new life.

We look around and think, "wait a minute!  I'm not done!" And they're gone.  Somehow we've stumbled through illnesses, crazy schedules, work, heartaches, hurdles and wonder how many times we did the wrong thing, how many opportunities gone, and how many ways did we mess up. But then we look up, see that adult face that will always be the face of our baby, and think "I did pretty good."

Yea, this thing called Motherhood is pretty awesome.  It can make the weak or faint hearted become an unrelenting beast for the protection of our little cubs.  It can make the selfish and self centered realize there is someone more important than ourselves.  It can make a Christian become a warrior of prayer for the soul of our babes.

So, as I continue to sit with my feet propped up, I smile and think, "Yes.  It was worth it."

Psalms 127:3  Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

Proverbs 31:25-30  Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.  She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.  She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.  Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.  Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.  Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.

Thanksgiving Blessings

As I sit here this morning, sipping my coffee, gazing out the window at the frosted trees and grass, I'm thinking of my day ahead.

I will hurry through my morning getting dressed, fixing my hair, and adding a little bling to my outfit.  I'll finish putting all the food in crockpots, stuff the turkey and prepare it to be the centerpiece of the table, I'll put a pretty tablecloth on the table that will be dotted with food later, and I'll drag extra chairs out because my little family has outgrown my table.

As I'm finishing up, I'll hear the door open and my family come in with the cold still lingering on their clothes.  Things like "where's the food!" and "man, it smells good in here" will be shouted, little girls will be giggling and screaming "MIMI!" "POPPY!", as they run through the house, and the baby will be passed around collecting kisses on those chubby cheeks. 

As I go through my day, I'm going to look extra hard for all the blessings I can find that Jesus has  placed for me before my day even began, store them up in my memory, and tonight while I sit down, totally exhausted, I'm going to go through each one and give thanks to the One who is the giver of all things good.

Happy Thanksgiving from my precious family.

As I was reading this morning, I came across the verse in the bible that says "the last shall be first, and the first last."

I always get a mental picture of little kids in elementary school lining up in the hallway and there's lots of pushing and maneuvering to get that "first" spot. Children waving hands in the air proclaiming, " I want to be first!" "Let me! Let me!"

This verse has always caused a question mark to pop in my head. I've heard many explanations, I've listened to opinions, and I sort of got it, but that pesky little question mark was still around.

Then, as I was reading through my prayer diary, I was going down the list of people in my Sunday School class, and there in black and white was a name that answered my questions. I'll call him Joe. Joe is a young man that is faithful to church and faithful to bring a smile to someone's face each Sunday.

However, there's something a little different about Joe. He's mentally handicapped.

Every Sunday Joe has something, or rather a very long list of somethings that he wants us to pray about with him. We've prayed for his birthday, which he reminds us of every Sunday, we've prayed for his teeth because he has a dental appointment in 6 months, we've prayed for every member of his family, we've prayed for bible school, the state fair, and Dollywood.

We've heard Joe give testimony to the fact that he's good, he loves Jesus, Jesus is his friend, and that he doesn't rob banks.

Joe definitely isn't a "first" in society.  Joe wasn't the first in his class, he wasn't the first in academics,
he wasn't the first in athletics, he's really not a first in anything in our eyes, but I believe he is a first
in someone's eyes, and that someone is Christ.

It doesn't matter to Jesus what goes on in Joe's head, it matters what goes on in his heart.


So, when we're in heaven and time is no more, I want to look Joe up. I figure he's going to be at the first of the line.

Matthew 20:1-16

Flowers and Butterflies

Happy Mother's Day to all you ladies who have been blessed to become mothers!

Whew!  To get that tiny human from the protection of our bodies into our arms is a grueling experience, to say the least.  There is no pain comparable.  Yea, yea, yea, we've all heard the stories from men about the pain of passing a kidney stone and how horrible it is.  Have you seen the size of a kidney stone?  Have you seen the size of a baby?  End of argument.

That excruciating, crushing, near death pain is forgotten in an instant, though.  The second that child is placed in our arms, we go from screaming to cooing, from agony to kisses and from a death grip on our husband's throat to gently stroking the sweet form in our arms.

Ahhhh, motherhood.  It's all flowers and butterflies from here on out....right?  Well, it depends from which perspective you are looking.  When you're living in the moment, surviving on two hours sleep each night, staggering and running into walls from exhaustion, you may not see the butterflies, more likely you're seeing stars, but when your kids are grown and you sit in a quiet house reminiscing about your babies, you don't really focus on the sleepless nights, the tummy aches, and the incessant crying.  You focus on the flowers and butterflies.  You remember the soft touch as their tiny fingers wrap around yours.  You remember the fluffy, downy head and the chubby cheeks and those huge eyes that take in everything around them.

I think back to the days of three little boys and one teenage girl.  Have mercy.  How did I do that?  At the time I was just trying to get through the days with enough clean clothes for everyone, the laundry was never ending and I'm pretty sure it reproduced when I wasn't looking, but as I'm older now, I can see the flowers and butterflies when my teenage daughter was constantly lending a helping hand getting the laundry done.

At the time, I wondered how I was going to get my daughter to volleyball practice, my youngest to the elementary ball game, my middle son to the junior high game and my oldest son to the varsity game, plus get dinner and not forget to put my shoes on as I went out the door.  But now I see the flowers and butterflies as I think about the anticipation of playing the games, the fun we had in our large van with everyone singing along to the radio, the long talks we had on the way home and constant barrage of fast food.

The energy and planning it took to have an "all nighter" at the Workman ponderosa with about fifteen to twenty rambunctious boys was overwhelming...the cooking (I'm talking pots large enough to fit a small pony into....have you ever fed one teenage boy, much less a tribe?)    The furniture was pushed back against the walls, there was food scattered all through the house, mud on the floors, occasional blood, video game tournaments which included lots of yelling and my husband and I in bed with pillows over our heads.  But now I see flowers and butterflies when I run into those young boys who are now grown men and they hug me and start talking about the fun times at my house, when I get a call or a text from one
of "my boys" asking me to fix some chili like I used to or wanting the recipe for it.  When my son runs into one of "my boys" and my son says that this boy said to tell me that he loves me.  That is definitely some flowers and butterflies.

I just want to encourage new mothers, young mothers, tired mothers that it is worth it.  Every exhausting minute is a life time of memories.  Every second is time that you make an impression on a little mind that will someday be making grown up decisions.  Every glass of spilled milk or every trail of muddy footprints is an opportunity to teach love and patience.  Even when you're so tired that the bedtime story puts you to sleep, it's a precious memory.

It's all over so quickly it seems like you just imagined it all.  When you're older, sitting in a quiet house pondering on what used to be and your thoughts are interrupted by a grown man stomping in the door with kids in tow, and yells, "MOM!".......it's flowers and butterflies.

Proverbs 31:25  Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.




                                                          My flowers and butterflies.