Sunday Morning Sunshine: What Can God Do?

 Can God do the impossible?

Jeremiah 32:17 declares, “Ah, Lord God, behold thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too difficult for thee."

God can NOT...

Lie

Allow sinners into heaven

Change

God CAN...

Take care of you

Give you knowledge and power to live as you should

Give you peace in difficult times

He knows all things; therefore, he can be trusted. 

With humility, he will roll burdens away

Be our best friend

Defeat our worst enemy: Satan

Take us to heaven

Love us with an everlasting love

And much more! 

Sunday Morning Peace: Mother

 

 

Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!

Have you considered how much longer

Ago than you, the pyramids were created,

And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,

And even Venus? They are old.

 

And never say you're not attractive.

Remember that for us

Who look deeper than skin

And see your thought flowering

Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,

Hear your heart singing sometimes

And feel the warmth of its love,

And join in your laughter often,

 

You are beautiful!

 

--Elaine V. Emans

You're forever young now, Mama, dancing on heaven's golden streets!

My Mama's Faith
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQJwlNqLNnQ

Rambling Friday: Ten Things I Hate!

Here goes:


1.  Boring people. Definition: people who run on and on about what they like to do, what their interests are with no thought that everyone, including me, is tired of hearing about it. (Wait a minute...no one's tired of hearing about my writing and grandsons, are they? I mean, what else is there to talk about?)

2.  Picking green beans from a garden.  Mom made me to this when I was just a tiny, weensy, bitsy kid (well, maybe not that young!) and I despise the task to this day. Moral of the story: don't make your kids do what they don't like to do. They'll hate it to the day they die. (Somehow that moral sounds a little off. Maybe I'd better change it. Hmmm)





3.  Wet clothes.  Ooooo! I hate that clammy feeling.








4.  Ill-mannered people.  Anytime, but especially drivers. Irritating and frustrating. I'd like to take them aside and teach them a thing or two. But who am I?






5.  People who don't try to use their potential. What a waste! Life is too short. But then when did I learn that? Didn't I think I'd live forever at twenty?

6.  Complainers. Let's not even go there.






7.  Show don't tell people. Guilty as charged. I hate it that it's much easier and much simpler to show me how to do something, than for me to read the directions or tell me. I guess that makes me pretty thick headed, huh?






8.  Leaves in my garden pond.  I positively, eternally, and passionately hate those beautiful fall leaves falling into my beautiful pond. If I'd only get on the ball and buy that net I keep thinking I'm going to get...Hubby did have a pretty good substitute idea. Maybe I'll use that...next year.



9.  Pickled pig's feet, hominy, hair in my food (ask me about a certain fast food chain), fat on meat, skin on meat, fries that are not hot and fresh (I can't help it if they hate to see me coming through the door, can I?), mud (most of the time), flies in my food (groan), dirty cars, being poor (anything under a million is poor, right?), not being a NYT best seller (like the little engine that could, I keep saying: I think I can, I think I can. Someday. Soon.), worry, unfinished tasks, being late, a bad story, biased media coverage, illness, and problems.

10.  Death.  Thank God we've got a spiritual insurance coverage for this. But it's our enemy, and I still hate it. Methinks, God made a great promise when He said no more death in heaven.

There you have it. My first No. Ten List. More some other time.




Quote:  Most of us would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism. --Norman Vincent Peale.

Blessings!

Serious Wednesdays: Life and Death

Why is it that sometimes there's someone who passes through our lives--just for a moment, a week, a month, maybe longer, who affect us profoundly? Who touches our lives in such a way that we don't--can't--forget it or them?

That's what Amanda's mother for me. Don't get me wrong; I didn't know the woman; hadn't met her yet. That's right I didn't know her, yet I did. In the last few days, I heard more about her than possibly I would have learned had we had a chance to talk. Maybe.

How did she affect me? I've thought about this and realize it's not been something I've necessarily wanted, yet the details of her life, her death, her influence on so many in the community, it's all impressed me whether I desired this touch on my life or not.

• She's made me want to be a better person. Less complaining, more generous, more loving . . .
• In spite of her physical problems, she put others first. I don't want to ever live selfishly.
• She made me aware--again--or my own mortality. And of those around me.
• She's made me want to be friendlier. She loved everyone. She never met a stranger. She remembered those she met, even if just for a moment. I want to be like that. Or at least strive for it.
• Her death reminded me what I've missed; what I'll never get a chance to experience.
• She's helped me more than ever to appreciate each day that God gives me.

There's more. Much more. But that's enough.
Thanks, dear woman I never knew, wonderful person, who in our eyes (those who knew her and those of us who didn't) should have lived much longer, but who in God's eyes was wanted in heaven. We'll miss you.

Blessings!

Sunday Sunshine:

To everything there is a season, 

and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

--Ecclesiastes 1: 1

A purpose for living.

A purpose for loving.

A purpose for doing.

A purpose for acting.

A purpose for being alive.

A purpose for sharing.

A purpose for GOD. 

Use this season wisely.

Seasonal blessings!

Sunday Morning Peace: Remembering...

Remembering...

the time shared with your loved ones

the stories they told

the memories you had together

the songs

the laughter

the fun times

Always forget...

the times of sorrow

arguing

wrongs

but rejoice...

that you have a hope

perhaps the lessons learned

that you've got much to look forward to.

Remembering, let us not forget...

that God loves us

that we're bound for a beautiful country with no heartaches.

I Cried in Church Sunday

I cried in church Sunday. Hubby was speaking. Talking about battles we face, discouragements that come, hard places to overcome. But he didn't leave us there. He showed us through God's word that we have a heavenly father who will do the fighting, carry us through the discouragements, and lead us every step of our journey.

He talked also about getting older, using our mothers and fathers as examples. And I remembered my mother. She's still alive. Still beautiful. Still desiring to be active even though she is feeble. Softie that I am, I cried remembering the past and how sad it is to think of the future. Of knowing I will lose her. Of never being able to ask her for advice again. Of never going shopping with her again. Of the years gone, oh, so quickly.

Of course, I know I'll see her in heaven. What a comfort.

But I still cry over the earthly loss, I have no doubt, can't be too far away.

Thank you, God, for giving me such a beautiful, caring mother.

I love you,
Mom!



Blessings!