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 Advertisements
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
“Now my soul is troubled and distressed, and what shall I say? (Jesus)
Jesus was afraid. How can this be? Jesus, God incarnate, the creator of all universes, was afraid to die.
Do you ever think about dying? It’s not a pleasant thought. There are so many unknowns about this fate that we all must one day face. Even those with the faith of a mustard seed, a faith powerful enough to move mountains, find themselves troubled at the thought.
Those of the greatest faith, if they would admit it, are afraid to die, and they lie if they proclaim different. It doesn’t matter how many abbreviations follow the name no one will ever have as much faith as Jesus had when he walked this Earth. If Jesus feared how much more will we?
In the Garden of Gethsemane, he prayed to his Father to remove his cup of death. He prayed with such earnest his pores dripped with blood. He did not want to drink from its chalice.
Personally, I am comforted by my Lord’s fear. His hesitation to taste death assures me it’s okay to doubt. Doubt is nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s not a dirty little secret that we should hide. If it were, a dirty little secret, God would never have revealed Jesus’ inner struggle. That part of Christ’s story would have been omitted from recorded history. It is written so that our faith would be strengthened rather than shaken.
Jesus was human just as we. He knows how we feel because he himself has experienced it. He wants us to bring our doubts, troubles, and concerns to the Father; after-all, that is what he did. We are called to follow his example.
This week, as we walk through the last days before good Friday, may our souls be troubled.
Embrace your doubt because it leads to great Faith.
I had fully intended to work today, but God gave me an unexpected blessing. My phone rang at approximately 9:15 am. It was work cancelling my 10 am shift due to the fact that my client, over the weekend, had relocated to another part of Virginia.
I will miss this dear lady, but I’m happy for her as she’ll be closer to family.
I admit to feeling a twinge of happiness after the phone call. My mind immediately went to all the things I wanted to do here at home…writing, cooking, gardening, working in the yard, and perhaps buying and planting that cherry tree I had seen at Lowe’s the other day.
The one thing that didn’t cross my mind was money, then my employer informed me that I would still get paid a days work. I am grateful for the compensation, but my happiness is not contingent upon it.
After the call, I decided to pray and have morning devotions before getting to those things I longed to do. My meditation brought me to Proverbs 15:16:
“Better is little with the reverent, worshipful fear of the Lord than great and rich treasure and trouble with it.”
Often our own inner voice, capitalism, and the forces of our world urge us to “get” rather than “be.” The person who’s always driven to “get and get more” develops a noisy heart, and so great is that noise they miss the simple truth of happiness in contentment.
Today, may I keep it simple. May I quieten my heart in order to hear the voice of happiness.
The Challenge: Write a story about the suitcase sitting on the train tracks in exactly 99 words!
“What’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”
“Well now, ain’t that the million dollar question?” Ralph smirked.
Dopey was jumping up and down, anxious to find out. “Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”
Ralph succinctly cut his eyes to Dopey. Dopey noticed and hushed.
Ralph looked at the suitcase, thought of the deadline, “What the hell’s taking so long!?”
As if in answer, the train’s whistle blew.
The suitcase was railroaded, it toppled in the air, and fell open beside the tracks.
Ralph, Chihuahua-In-Chief, looked inside.
Dopey, Big-dog-sidekick, bounced up and down behind him…
“Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?” (99 Words)