A question was posed at church yesterday: Where and when have you experienced the movement of the Spirit? My Story… It was Christmas morning and I was sad. I was sad because I felt alone.… More
In this life change is inevitable. From the moment we wake to the setting of the sun, our bodies and emotions continue to evolve. One could argue that we possess the power to alter the severity of these changes through prayer, meditation, exercise, and diet; however, this one thing is certain: we cannot stop change. If you’re reading this and breathing you’re on your way to the end. Hopefully that doorway is far into the future.
Ben Franklin once said, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”
Well, Mr Franklin, you’re right about the dying part but not so right about paying taxes. Obviously, your crystal ball failed to reveal the Donald Trumps of this present world, and large corporations like Amazon and Netflix. But I refuse to talk politics. It’s a subject that has cost me family and friends.
What if…what if we were allowed pick some of those changes?
I’ve borrowed the following scenarios from one of my favorite blogs, This, That, and The Other. ( https://fivedotoh.com ). It is a set of “What if we could change” questions. I thought it would be fun to venture into Neverland, and post my answers here on Redhead Reflections. If you would like to share your answers to these questions please leave them in the comments section. I always seek to better know my readers.
So, here we go…
Rory Asks About Loose Change
Right now, right this minute, what could happen that would change your life totally for the better?
Healing for someone I hold dear to my heart.
How well do you handle changes in your life, to your life, or to your regular routines?
Well, it depends on the type of changes, of course. Obviously, if I won the lottery I’d be doing cartwheels, but in general, I’m not very good with change.
If you could jump into a pool of something odd [not water] what would it be?
Rice pudding, but only if I could carry a spoon.
What would be so much better if you could simply change the color of it?
My lily-white skin. (heeeheeeeheeee)
If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future and would you change anything?
I would go back to creation and chop down all the apple trees.
Do you prefer dogs over cats or cats over dogs?
I consider cats my spiritual avatar, but, that being said, I have 3 dogs and I love them with all my heart. (Is that dodging the question?)
How would you react if you were unexpectantly changed into a frog?
Well, I sure wouldn’t eat a fly! I’d probably take advantage of my jumping ability and do somersaults in the wind.
Write a random sentence about blogging without using the letter G.
My site, Redhead Reflections, is almost 6 years old!
If you could change the world over, what would you change?
Kindness would be innate.
Why did you do that?
So mankind could truly live out the golden rule.
If you could disinvent something, what would it be and why?
War. War would never be an option. Without war, perhaps we could live in peace, where no one is taken advantage of regardless of gender, race, religion, wealth, or sexual orientation.
You have been gifted an elephant – you cannot give it away, donate it, or sell it – what are you going to do with your elephant?
I’m going to hug him, kiss him, pat him, and name him George.
What are your values with regards your life?
To be kind and help others. (sounds “cheesy” but it’s genuine)
Who do you prefer to spend the most time with?
As an introvert, I love my alone time. I find I’m a better person to all those around me when I’ve had enough me time. When I’m recharged I love spending time with my wife, children, sister, my three dogs, and two cats.
Which is worse, falling over or not getting back up again?
Not getting back up again…no explanation needed.
If the currency was happiness and goodwill, what job would you perform?
I’d be a farmer.
You have lost your Interney connection for ten days, there is no internet connection within 50 miles of where you live. It matters not about what you use to connect, it simply isn’t happening – what will you for those ten days?
Read, eat good food, and be outside.
…and that’s all folks!
Feel free to leave your answers in the comments! Thanks for reading!
Todays Word: Pick
Gracie, our Golden, is an open book,
And she is never disingenuous.
For all to see, just take a look…
Her face, her mood, quite generous!
Word of the Day: Disingenuous
This weeks photo challenge is simply…people.
Below are some of my favorite photos with expressions of happiness. I love it when the click of my camera happens at the right time and place to capture expressions that fade into oblivion within a matter of mere seconds. These make me smile and my hope is that they will do the same for you.
When you remember that you are fighting in God’s power and that He will help you…you can stand strong. When you have only what appears to be a slingshot and stones to fight with, hang on: The Lord will deliver you just as He delivered David. (365 Devotions for a Thankful Heart)
Lord, remind me of who I am in you. Remind me that I am hidden with you, within the Father, and that nothing can separate me from your love. Remind me that you will take whatever is in my hand and use it to do wondrous things for you. In your wonderful name I pray, Amen.
Well, here we go again! Rain!
Ugh, I am so tired of the stuff, so much so that I’m getting downright depressed.
Truth be known the dreary weather is not the true culprit of my depression, but heck, it sure doesn’t help it one I-otta.
Things have been a little unsteady for the last week, or so, and it has taken its toll. I hate it when I get into this funk.
Nothing inspires me…not even the things I enjoy doing like gardening, running, cooking etc. Also, all the stuff I’m not so fond of like, cleaning the house and laundry, gets pushed to the side because I just don’t have the umph to get up and do it. So things pile up and that makes me even more depressed.
It’s weird, I see the mess but I don’t know how to go about fixing it in an orderly fashion. That part of my brain has succumbed to lethargic apathy, and it’s having a hard time processing.
It’s a vicious cycle and one that only I can break.
So how do I go about doing it?
Now that’s the question of the day!
What say you, friends?
Is it possible that mean people are a blessing in disguise?
I’m not talking about evil people…certainly those that abuse and hurt others are never a blessing! I’m making reference to those people who “rub us the wrong way” or “get under our skin.” You know the ones…forthright, and tactless. Their words are sharp and hurtful, and they never use their tongue to uplift and edify, instead they use it to tear down and debase.
No one likes to be around someone like this. In fact, we go out of our way to avoid them.
But… Perhaps we shouldn’t.
You see, our patience is put on trial every time they grace us with their presence. Our patience literally gets a “work out” just as our muscles do when we exercise.
The apostle James writes in his book, chapter 1, verses 3 and 4, “Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.”
Trials are never fun, but sometimes they can be beneficial in the growth to become a better person. I love the way Joyce Meyer puts it:
“Learning to walk in love with unlovely people and learning to be patient in trials are probably the two most important tools God uses to develop our spiritual maturity. Believe it or not, difficult people in our lives help us.”
Yes, mean people suck, but let’s “cook their goose” by allowing them to make us better!.
Idiom- “Cook Your Goose”
Just for fun: “Use Your Noodle”
Word of the day: Noodle
Beaches, shells, and gulls
Blue Skies, and coconut rum…
(Weight and Stress…synonymous)
In less than a week, another year of my life will have been spent…gone forever, never again to relive. Re-do’s are just impossible with time.
The older I get the closer to dependency I become, and that frightens me.
As a caregiver, I work with elderly seniors, and their level of dependency varies greatly. I love caring for them. I think of my mom and my grandmother, who have passed. I think of the quality of care I would want for them, the kind of care I hope they received.
In some ways I wonder if I’m trying to make up for all the times I was not there for my mom. As I care for these dear ones, I think of myself and the kind of care I hope I will receive one day. I have faith that if I show great patience, kindness, and compassion I will in return receive the same when my time has come.
I realize I have lived longer than the years I have yet to live. In the span of ten years the quality of my life could drastically change. At my age, ten years seem but a whisper upon the wind. It’ll come and go quickly.
The older I get the more I think about dying.
I think of my mom in the last days of her life. I think about sitting by her bedside, holding her hand, and wondering if she were aware of my presence. I desperately wanted to be there when she took her last breath, but I wasn’t. For that I do great guilt. Don’t we all hope when it’s our time to go we will be surrounded by those we love? My heart breaks when I think of her dying alone.
I wonder if one day I too will die alone.
Today is Good Friday, and once again I find myself thinking of death. I read about Jesus’ death on the cross. I think of his last hours…his thirst, his pain, and the blood streaming down his body. I think of him when his Father turned his back, and in great despair Jesus cried out, “My God, My God why have you forsaken me!” In that moment Jesus, as man, was utterly alone. He experienced the total blackness of loneliness…the nothingness…an utter void of everything and everyone.
This is bad, but also it is good.
Reading this scripture I hear Jesus whisper within my heart, “Lisa, your mom was never alone…I was there, just as I’ll be there for you. I died alone so you wouldn’t have to.”
Today, His forever presence is what I will choose to dwell upon.
Good Friday truly is good.
Recently I subscribed to the local daily newspaper…a real “honest to goodness” ink and paper, newspaper. I could have chosen the online subscription, but there’s just something about holding it in your hands…I feel the same way about books…I want to physically turn the pages. (Albeit I do enjoy my Kindle)
Maybe, just maybe, my preference of choice is linked to nostalgia, and reminiscent of the “good-ole days.” You know, the days before internet. As a kid do you remember the ink smudges all over your hands after reading the funny pages, and then capturing the cartoon images with a glob silly putty?
We knew how to have fun back in the day!
While reading the news this morning an idea crossed my mind. I thought it would be fun to start a series of articles called, “Straight Out’a the News.” The idea being to pick a topic straight out of the local newspaper and expound upon it in Redhead Reflections.
So…here we go…straight out of today’s news: Beeping Easter Eggs
Ah, Easter egg hunts…remember the thrill of finding them nestled within the new grasses of early Spring? I do, but I only remember two.
As a child I was taught the “true meaning” of Easter was that of Christ’s resurrection; therefore, my Easter egg hunts were limited. We just couldn’t be too pagan.
Today, my view of Easter is still the same: A celebration of my Lord’s victory over death and the grave…His resurrection assuring our eternal salvation. As a Christian, I advocate teaching our kids the true meaning of Easter, but at the same time I say, “Let the kids have fun!”
Last Saturday the kids of Middleton, Virginia gathered in the grassy gardens of Lord Fairfax Community College for an early Easter egg hunt. However, this was not to be your “normal” Easter egg hunt. Instead, this Easter egg hunt catered to over 20 blind and visually impaired children. Some 250 beeping Easter eggs, supplied by, International Association of Bomb Technicians and Investigators (IABTI), were scattered about the grounds for the kids. They followed the sound of the beeping eggs in order to find them and stow them away in their baskets.
The idea for “beeping egg hunts” was “hatched” in 2005 by David Hyche, a member of IABTI. He was seeking a way for his blind daughter to participate in the church’s Easter egg hunt. After searching the internet he found that beeping Easter eggs were provided by the Blind Children’s Center in Los Angeles. For the first time his daughter, Rachel, was able to hunt for eggs with her peers.
Now, THAT’S a feel good story if there ever was one!
Anything we give to help hurting people, God will always return many times over. Not only will He meet our needs, but our joy will increase as a result of giving in love. Joyce Meyer
Lord, open my eyes that I may see, open my heart that I may love, and open my hands that I may give to those that are lonely, poor, and hurting. Let me walk through this day with eyes wide-open, and when I am my busiest remind me to pause to linger among the least of these. Amen
Word of the Day Challenge: Lingering