Come to Jesus Meeting

Every once in a while I need to have a Come To Jesus Meeting with myself. You know those days when you want to snatch someone baldheaded. Or say mean and hurtful things that you really don’t mean, but in that moment you just want to try and make them understand how you are feeling.

That phrase, Come To Jesus Meeting is a perfect way to do the right thing instead of the wrong thing, at least it happens that way for me. When the thoughts of saying those mean things happen, that phrase goes through my mind and I take it the right way, not the wrong way. I have a meeting with my Savior. I am reminded how important it is to show my Christianity during those times. To show not only my forgiveness but also my love and understanding. I also know if not for Him I would be lost in this crazy, chaotic world.

The Truck That Wouldn’t Stay Put

We had an experience yesterday. When you have 7 adults, 2 teens and 2 grade scholars living on the same property you can imagine there are almost always constant occurrences. Both good and bad.

Well, yesterday the farm truck that our 14 year old Grandson had parked decided to disengage and cruise down the hill till it came to rest on a power pole. Thereby breaking said power pole, although we never lost our electricity.

Eventually it was noticed and a repairman called. We were blessed it was a nice warm evening. One repairman came and had plenty of time to chat, waiting on the other repairman to get here. He said he came right away because he was told a truck hit a power pole and he thought it might be a traffic hazard if it was a really bad accident. He had passed our place looking for fire engines because that is normally what he sees when there is such an emergency. Soon he found us and realized nobody was hurt and no power was out. So he chatted.

He told the men it would probably be a 3 hour job and would cost around $1500. Of course I had an immediate fit, although my fits never do any good, which I should know by now and was thinking, well there goes Christmas. The men just kept telling me, don’t worry about it, nothing you can do about it.

And that was true. We were without electricity for a few hours.  If anyone had seen me outside with a flashlight so our poor 15 year old dog could do his business they would chuckled.

Calgon Take Me Away

That phrase surely dates me, which is OK, because I am dated. Old I mean. That phrase just popped into my head this morning as I was reading other blogs and thinking about the spiritual journey my life has taken.

It has taken me from a molested childhood, to multiple marriages, to almost every kind of abuse your mind can imagine over the years, to put me in the arms of the one and only God.

Although I couldn’t see God’s hands on me over the years as I traveled the experiences of my life, I can look back and see He was always there. If not, I wouldn’t be here today. With problems, troubles, heartbreak, bearing down on me, He always made a path that eventually made me safe.

As I am writing this, my mind is going here and there per usual, and I am also thinking of Footprints in the Sand and how my footprints weren’t visible. I will be eternally grateful that He carried me.

*What’s Up With Me*

A lot! But I won’t go into the specifics. I can tell you that my illness has progressed so that I can hardly sit at our computer desk.

 

Fear not! I have been promised a lap-top for Christmas, if not before. I fairly suspect that that gift will change my life, and to God be the glory.

 

Did I hear someone say, “Amen!”?

 

P.S. This morning, I walked to the mailbox. The weather is glorious.

 

Peace,

~Vicki~

Fake is as fake does

I was thinking the other day, that if I had been rich, I wouldn’t be in the shape I am in now. I probably wouldn’t be married to an old man either.

Look at all the rich people you see on the news. Where are their wrinkles? I would venture to guess, they are somewhere at the Plastic Surgeons office. Tucked away safely from the prying eyes of their worst enemies.

I am thinking I wouldn’t have all this lag and sag that makes me wonder what happened during the night. I woke up one morning and there were wrinkles everywhere on my body. I mean EVERYWHERE. How does that happen overnight? Or was I just too busy *being* that it all snuck up on me?

Then I look at my husband. He is still fairly handsome, but that gray hair surely stands out among the rest of us. He walks slower and has one of those over the belt line bellies, but he’s not too out of shape. I have been blessed to not have many gray hairs and it isn’t cause I dye. I use to, but one day I said to heck with it. I am going to be what I was created to be. Period. It also had something to do with holding my hands above my head forever.

Then I think, am I envious? No way! Just think about all the dressing up and making up I would have to do, probably every day if I was rich and famous. I bet it takes hours and hours to look like they do at the events they frequent.

It just makes me wonder what happened to aging gracefully? I look at some, like Joan Rivers and cringe. So guess, I will stay old, saggy and sometimes a bit feeble minded, but hey I am *real*. That has to count for something. And another thought comes to mind also. Will God recognize all those fake faces and bodies?

Empty lifestyles

I was wondering the other day as per usual. So many people have put money first in their lives. Most would argue that is not so. When all they talk about is money and possessions it is hard to see they love their family, like their job or care about their neighbors or anyone else besides themselves. They just have this need for more and more things that only money can buy.

It can rule and even ruin lives. Wanting the newest and best there is can get very expensive and although it is something to crow about, the crowing gets old and eventually they lose friends because of it. The rooster still crows but nobody listens.

Envy of what others own has to be such a hard way to live. And the funny thing is most people really don’t own anything, they just owe.