Rambling Friday: My Mother Always Said...

 My mother was a beautiful, smart, hard-working woman. She was. 

BUT she always claimed she had no talent. I disagree. 

* She was kind to others, taking them places if they had no ride. 

* She provided and gave to others when in need. 

* She loved her family and gave, gave, gave. 

* She prayed for them. 

* Loved them even when she didn't agree with them. 

* AND she bore three children who were talented. 

Now where did all that talent come from? Possibly from our father and possibly from our mother. Who knows? What I do know, is the children grew up and developed their talents into beautiful things. And that's what it's all about. Using the creativity God gives each of us in a productive, beautiful and blessed way. Examples?

Check it out:

David Brian is an intelligent Sunday School Teacher and a devotional writer:

Lloyd Alan uses his talents in many ways, but one of his best is building. Take a look at this: 

And then, there's me, Carole Teresa. If you know me at all, you know I write books. Fiction books, this one is my latest, a historical western, romantic suspense:

Our mother may not have been talented in many ways

but she (and Dad) passed on something to us three.

I call it TALENT! 

Have a wonderful day! 

Everyone Wants to be Loved

Everyone Wants to be Loved

I think.

Here are a few suggestions on how to accomplish that:

• Don't contradict people, even if you're sure you're right.
• Don't be inquisitive about the affairs of even your most intimate friends.
• Don't underrate anything because you don't possess it.
• Don't believe that everybody else in the world is happier than you.
• Don't conclude that you have never had nay opportunities in life.
• Don't be rude to your inferiors in social position.
• Don't repeat gossip, even if it does interest a crowd.
• Learn to hide your aches and pains under a pleasant smile. Few care whether you have an earache, headache, or rheumatism.
• Learn to attend to your own business.
• Don't try to be anything else but a gentle man or woman, and that means one who has consideration for the whole world, and whose life is governed by the Golden rule, "Do unto others as you would be done by."

Quote:
Do not fear to step where God leads.

Sunday Morning Peace: and Simple Things

LOVE and LOVELY THINGS

Kisses
Warm hugs
Baby steps
Toddlers' steps
Unexpected love notes

Soft winds
Fluttering leaves
Mothers' soothings
Fathers' protectiveness
Wisdom from the older ones

Rippling brooks
Roaring waterfalls
Beautiful quilts
Luxurious lawns
Swings
Laughter
Dandelions
Pansies
Lilacs
God's truth
God's forever love

Couples holding hands
Dancing in the rain
Wading in the ocean
Seashells
Kittens
Baby animals
Well loved pets

...and much more!

Blessings

Teresa

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 those around me.
• She made me appreciate the fact that I've had my own mother--to enjoy, to share events with, to love, and seek advice from--for a lot longer than twenty-one years. I'll lose my own mother in a few years--at the most--make the most of the time I have left.
• She's made me want to be MORE friendly. 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, Teresa, 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!