Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me
So I'll never feel alone.
I want to ask you, please, to keep
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!
P.S. Please bless all my friends and family too.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
A Happy New Resolution
Every January I make a list of resolutions, things I hope to change about my life. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
We all have 'heartaches by the number and troubles by the score' so, letting go of these things and letting God take care of them is my resolution for 2013. My second resolution is to vow not to break the first one! The days are already looking brighter but, then again, the New Year is only 3 days old!
Monday, December 24, 2012
The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas in Bethlehem town
Creatures were stirring from all around
From the outer limits to the town's square
People came for the census from everywhere
Activity was bustling at the towns largest inn
So many people there was no room for Joseph to enter in
What would he tell Mary--it had been such a long day
Where would they go where would they stay
Mary with child was tired from such a long trip
All she wanted was to lie down and rest
The inn keeper felt sad to turn them away
He sent them to the stable with a bed made of hay
And there it was that a miracle took place
with angels singing of His mercy and grace
In the dawn of a heavenly Christmas morn
The baby Jesus, savior of the world was born!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Christmas What's it All About?
Are you one of those people who find yourself stressed at Christmas? The shopping, the wrapping, the baking, holiday parties – putting up and taking down the tree…wondering, what’s it all about? Maybe the problem isn’t Christmas, but the way you look at it.
This year as we usher in the holidays, I am vowing to take a different approach. I want to spend more time reflecting on the “real” meaning of the season – a small baby in a manager, a savior who came to rescue a dying world. I want to take a different path this year, perhaps one that follows a star…in the bustle of the holiday; I want to take time to talk with Him, to tell Him that I love Him. I don’t want to get so busy that I drown on the glorious sounds of Christmas—the songs the angels sing.
Most important, I want to take time to kneel before the King of Kings like the shepherds did…I want to feel connected to the nativity and all that it means, to be reminded that Christmas isn’t about bright lights and tinsel on a tree…it’s not about shopping, buying gifts or making sprinkled covered brownies and infinity fudge…it’s not even about merriment, sentiment or sensationalism–it’s about humility, reverence, peace, joy and love – it’s about “Christ” who is Christmas.
This article firs appeared in His Banner Christmas 2006
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Lunch with the girls over the years
A group of
15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner.
Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View
restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson,
the cute boy in Social Studies lived on that street.
10 years later, the group of 25-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the beer was cheap, the restaurant offered free
snacks, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of
cute guys.
10 years later, the group of 35-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the cosmos were good, it was right near the gym
and, if they went late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little
kids.
10 years later, the group of 45-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the martinis were big and the waiters had tight
pants and nice buns.
10 years later, the group of 55-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good,
the restaurant had windows that opened (in case of hot flashes), and
fish is good for cholesterol.
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the lighting was good and the restaurant had an
early bird special.
10 years later, the group of 75-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the food was not too spicy and the restaurant was
handicapped-accessible and had an elevator.
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because it sounded nice and they had never been there
before.
Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View
restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson,
the cute boy in Social Studies lived on that street.
10 years later, the group of 25-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the beer was cheap, the restaurant offered free
snacks, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of
cute guys.
10 years later, the group of 35-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the cosmos were good, it was right near the gym
and, if they went late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little
kids.
10 years later, the group of 45-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the martinis were big and the waiters had tight
pants and nice buns.
10 years later, the group of 55-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good,
the restaurant had windows that opened (in case of hot flashes), and
fish is good for cholesterol.
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the lighting was good and the restaurant had an
early bird special.
10 years later, the group of 75-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the food was not too spicy and the restaurant was
handicapped-accessible and had an elevator.
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends discussed where
to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because it sounded nice and they had never been there
before.
I just had to share this. Hey, I'm just saying...:)
Saturday, September 8, 2012
God's Wings
This
story was sent to me by a friend. I was
so touched that I had to share with His Banner readers and my friends on Blog.
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast...because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
'He will
cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge.' (Psalm
91:4)
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Joys of Summer
“How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.”
~ William Blake
I cannot tell you how much I have loved my summer, how much I have always loved summer, but even more so this year. Maybe, it’s because I have spent a great deal of time with my three-year-old grandson, looking at the world through his eyes, to marvel at how he sees our two acres as ‘Gamma’s park’, sharing his delight in picking berries or sweet corn from Grandpa’s garden, lying in the grass looking up at the clouds, riding around the yard in Gamma’s Amigo, watching the excitement dance in his eyes as I let him make turns (with lots of help from Grandma, of course.)
.All the games we’ve played and the snacks we’ve consumed, counting out the animal crackers one by one, enjoying an ice cream cone on a hot summer day and lets not forget our trips to McDonald land. To view summer through a child’s eyes is absolutely the best, because, the sun shines forever through a child’s eyes.
O where O where has my sweet summer gone? It seems the minute it arrives – its ending is near. O how I shall miss the hazy lazy days of summer. “But wait, Gamma, do you know where my gloves and boots are?” God knows when to end one season and start another!
~William Blake: “To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.”
William
Blake quotes (English visionary, Poet,
Painter and Engraver. 1757-1827)
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