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A Smooth Pit of Fresh Dirt

Misinterpretations, degradations of influence and lack of knowledge comfort those who want to silence others. Why? As I have so many times blogged about; the truth.

The truth offends, hurts, and convicts.

The truth will not be silenced. God won’t let it and neither will I.

Yep: That is what it comes down to. For years I evaded the truth.

Granted, when one believes “they know it all” for better or worse the stench grows.

This post is an extension of the re-blogged post I made from J. S. Parks, the Atheist Pastor yesterday. If you haven’t read it, please do. I yelled at him through cyber space for writing what I had intended; but as usual his eloquent humility can’t be beat.


The saying goes, “If you aren’t going to do it right, don’t do it.”

The label fits many alternative speeches, but in the realm of Christ, it is one step easier to fall away. Too many times that adventure happened, only to find myself on the verge of digging just one more pit. To be honest, I don’t want any more pits.

I have fallen into the pits of depression, anxiety, panic, selfishness, greed, illness, depravity; etc. etc. etc. Oh you get the idea. Some were dug with my own shovel, others by the darts and swords of Satan, but climbing out was done every time by the hand of Jesus who reached down and gave me a big “yank” out of the mud and mire.

The pits are now covered over with fresh dirt; not that I have mastered the ability to avoid tripping and falling head first into any one of them. However, over the last 2 years I tried to dig myself another pit but was stopped before I even retrieved my trusty, little shovel from the storage.

The pit of persecution has hit me head on. But by the steady, grace and mercy of God he prevented it from pushing me over the edge. Years of offenses, and heartaches stopped short of understanding God was my defense.

Had God not revealed to me through resources of fellow Christian authors, bloggers and Biblical ventures of David, Moses and shall we say the likes of Joseph, my Pit of Persecution would be dug, clean and ready to inhabit. The padded dirt would have become my home of homes to wallow and make my life’s reclusion. Oh, it would have been so easy.

The difference? God taught me ahead of time what to expect. Reading Mark 10:29 over and over for some reason I couldn’t figure out why. We tend to leave out the sentences we wish to ignore like “and with them, persecutions.” That wasn’t going to happen to me. Why would it? What do I know about God?

Persecution happens to people who stand up wholeheartedly for God.

Persecution happens to people who are willing to lose everything for God.

Persecution happens to people who speak the truth and the Holy Spirit convicts those who hear it.
Oh, my. No wonder some people are angry.

They think it is me offending them when all I am trying to do is repeat what God has taught me.
And if you really think about it, I had to learn all this stuff myself
before I could speak it!!!! Do you think that has been easy?

Do you really think I have enjoyed God using me as a glob of slimy clay, molding, scraping and making me dizzy while he churns me around his mold?  And to think he isn’t even close to throwing me into the fire? Oh to be Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.

Thick skin begins to grow or either it starts peeling off. If you are going to truly follow Jesus, you acquire a thick skin or get run over.  J.S. Parks relented how easy it is to want to give up when you have a fruit tree minus the fruit.

So what keeps us from giving up? What is the point in losing everything from your dignity to friends and for many, even family?

The Heart of God.  The truth of God. The Cross of Christ.

Unexplainable as it is, it is what it is.

A culmination of every quality and characteristic of Christ in his purest and perfect form as the “Center of the Universe.”

Yes. It is all about him; the Masterpiece of Humanity.

So for all that is written from this pen and paper is worth whatever loss, hits or battle scars that have or will invade this territory. From stinging whips that sliced my back to death staring me in the face, there is nothing left for me to lose, humanly speaking.

As God carefully immersed my scars in his healing hands,my heart began to heal as well.
Years of searching for“the meaning of life”
is now the truth God has taught me to share.

The “Pit of Persecution” is now a smooth, pile of dirt. The preventive measures I learned from God have taught me to stand on top of that pile of dirt instead of allowing it to be thrown on top of me. God’s love has come full circle because even I am shocked that I now understand how and why Jesus said, “Father, for give them; for they know not what they do.”





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A Mouth Full of Gravel Won’t Pay the Bills

I am all for helping people who need it.

I repeat: I am all for helping people who need it.


A joy trip to the grocery store  yesterday proved to be an eye opener.

Once I picked up my few necessities, I headed for the one cash register line open.

In front of me was a very pregnant woman, with a young boy in the cart playing on his Nintendo.
She had divided her food up into two different categories. One had 8 gallons of milk and about 5 loaves of bread; the other was toiletries, snacks, and cleaning supplies.

She pulled out two checks; one for food stamps and the other for WIC.

10 minutes into the cashier processing this one customer’s order, another register came open. Of course the line behind me ran.

The one bag guy was bagging her groceries as fast as he could. After 15 minutes the cashier finished with this one customer.

Proverbs 10:4 “Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.”

As I placed my food on the counter, the bag guy said to the cashier,

“I ain’t votin’ for Obama this time. I’m working 3 jobs and I get no food stamps or welfare money. I know that pregnant woman and she doesn’t need it either but somehow they give it to her. I’m votin’ for Mitt Romney.”

My political ears perked up and I asked him,

“Did you vote for Obama in 2008?”

He replied, “Yes, but not again. Why should I have to work 3 jobs to pay my bills so I can pay taxes for that pregnant woman to have another baby and get free food? My mama needs assistance but they won’t give it to her.”

I said to him,

“I was really hoping President Obama would do a good job.”

He said, “Well, he didn’t.  He wants this country to be a welfare state. I ain’t working so I can pay for other people to free load.”

The next line he gave me was the kicker. He whispered in my ear,

“Did you know people around here are selling their food stamps?”

Shocked I replied, “No! Are you serious?”

“Yes ma’am. They sell them for more money and go get more. I have been to the county welfare department telling them I see this every day. Something is wrong with the system and they aren’t listening and neither is the President.”

I asked him,

“Did you notice the Nintendo her son was playing with?” He shook his head in defiance.

He continued to tell me he was that store’s bag boy, stock person, maintenance man and cleaning service. He also brought the carts in. He told me they won’t hire enough people so they work the ones they do have to death.

The store manager called him to stock some shelves. He told her about me waiting in line for 15 minutes.

Proverbs 12:11 “He who works his land will have abundant food, but he who chases fantasies lacks judgment.”

The Manager approached me and began a conversation.

Manager, “I am so sorry you had to wait so long. The cashier should have called for help.”

Me, “The cashier didn’t have time to call for help. She was too busy with that one customer. By the time the office noticed the line behind me I had been waiting for at least 15 minutes.”

She apologized again.

Me,” Why can’t the store have one checkout line for customers on welfare/food stamps and another register for people like me who are paying out of my pocket for my food?”

Manager,” Believe me. I have told Corporate about this, but they say it would be discriminating against the people on welfare.”


Me,” And they aren’t discriminating against me or anyone else who is paying for their food and waiting in line for 15 minutes to do so?”

Manager, “I know. But since you have brought this up to me, I will relate to them your complaint.”

The bag guy gave me a “thumbs up” as he overheard our conversation.

As I headed out the door, I told the cashier I was trying to get her some extra help. She smiled a big smile and yelled, “thank you!”

Proverbs 20:17 “Food gained by fraud tastes sweet to a man, but he ends up with a mouth full of gravel.”

The pendulum is swinging the wrong way.

The “Nanny State” is out of control.

We, the American tax payers are being ripped off by our own government.

This is not the America, God created.

This is not the America I remember as a child.

3 jobs a day to survive is not the America Mr. Bag Guy voted for, 4 years ago.







Geographical Trivialities and No Nonsense Belly Aching

For the last few months the news has zeroed in on Syria. Another country chained to a sadistic dictator.

President Assad continues to ravage his people with death all in the name of power.

The ultimate in greed and selfishness, these people will do anything to keep their position.

As if that isn’t bad enough, Afghanistan insurgents beheaded 17 civilians at a party.

Pakistan has displaced 700,000 people after flooding. Civil unrest continues along with the
mistreatment of women and young girls. Rape, forced marriage and domestic violence are abuses being done every day.

Recently the police recovered the dead body of Muqadas Kainat and postmortem was
conducted which proved that Muqadas Kainat was gang raped and later strangled to death by five men. She was a Christian.

August 16, 2012 in Islamabad, a 13 year old Christian girl was beaten, and imprisoned for burning the Koran; she did not do this. She wasn’t even aware of the law. She is one of a family of about 500 Christians who were living in Islamabad who after this false accusation fled their colony as the Muslims announced over the loud speaker what she had done. Angry attackers attacked their homes, breaking down doors, and beating many of them. They burned what little they had and told them to leave.

These horrific accounts happen daily in these countries. The last 2 are the ones we, in America rarely hear about. There is little or no protection for Christians and women.

And we think we have problems here.

We have nothing to complain about.

How can we possibly be fighting over such trivialities in America when in these other countries they are glad to have lived one more day?

Our peacekeeping measures work as long as our military is present but once we leave territories full of extremists; they start all over again with the “war mindset.”  They know nothing else. They fight. They hurt. They kill.

We in America have been spared of so much. Why I wasn’t born in Pakistan or Afghanistan is a mystery. It could have been any of us living in these war ravaged countries.

Crossing my mind, many times is the huge body of water that separates America from Europe; the Atlantic Ocean.

Had that body of water not been there, our lives here may have been very different. Due to the distance between the two continents  in a strange sort of way it has cushioned us from battles; wars, and attacks of all kinds. Who would have thought a body of water would be a wall of natural protection. God?

Do you think he planned it that way?

Do you think he had reasons we don’t know about for placing the earth’s geographical regions where they are?

If that is what he did, why is Israel a sitting duck? Why is that tiny little spot on earth surrounded by groups of people that want to annihilate it?

The only answer I can come up with is God is going to show his awesome power by preserving his people and his land. No one will be able to take what belongs to him.

And maybe, just maybe our position on earth in America is the support system God planned for Israel.

Anyone want to bellyache now?




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God’s Creation/Photography by Randy Harrison

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Genesis 1:1-2 “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth.”

 Psalm 1:3 “They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.”

Hosea 2:18 “In that day I will make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air and the creatures that move along the ground. Bow and sword and battle I will abolish from the land, so that all may lie down in safety.”

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A Bored Break

Lately life has taken on a whole new curve.

During these seasons of unexpected busyness, I need God more than ever.

At times I feel like I am just trying to keep up looking for the moment when I can “just breathe.”

It is then I hear or read where someone has posted “I’m bored.” What?

How can anyone be bored?

I would pay to be bored.

Do you think Jesus was ever bored? I doubt it. In fact in the Bible it appeared
at times he was trying to run away from the crowds.
Maybe he wanted to go away and “just breathe.”

Maybe he needed a bored break.

Maybe he just wanted to be with his Father.

Time alone with the Father is like a reward of freshness; a natural balance or a gentle breeze.

If he needed it, we most likely need it a whole lot more.

The truth is we don’t know how much we need it until we start doing it.

Somehow boredom doesn’t fit in the life of a disciple.

There is always God’s college to attend; he is opening new classes every day.

The amount of knowledge and wisdom required is infinite; and best taught by the Holy Spirit.
Your desire to get to know the Holy Spirit is a pre-requisite to learning the ways of God.

Once you graduate which takes years, you have an internship with a seasoned disciple.

The internship can be teaching, preaching, evangelism, childhood education, prayer warriors,
or whatever your elected call may be. God will make the needed arrangements for any one
of us to fulfill months or years of tested work.

After the education, you are given the go-ahead for field work.

Matthew 9:37 “The harvest is plentiful but workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into his harvest field.”

Day to day life, along with the apprenticeship God extends to us alleviates any ideas of becoming bored. Again, we may be seeking that hideaway of silence.

Igniting the fuse of God’s wisdom and knowledge is like fireworks. Like a sponge, you begin soaking in the vastness of information and insight you can only acquire from knowing God.

Knowing God on a personal level is the best advice I can give to anyone. The privilege we have to deeply communicate with the Creator of the Universe is the branch he extends to us. All we have to do is reach for it.

Relationships take time, effort and continuity. Expressing ourselves to God from the heart is what he is looking for. Once we do this, he begins to reciprocate with that which you would never expect. Most likely it is different with everyone; and that makes it difficult to describe or explain. It also shows the ingenious originality of our God.

For me, my relationship with God stems from many branches. Adding to the nature of God, I found he is not at all what I thought he was; or who I was taught he would be.

The branch of boredom was more of a void; an emptiness that never seemed to get filled. The puzzled pieces of who I was taught God was, what the world has made him out to be along with my emptiness, had to be filtered and sifted out of my life.

It wasn’t all wrong, but I couldn’t make sense of God until getting to know him intimately became a priority.
Still very far off from all he is, at least I left the podium of the fixture of God as I viewed him for so many years.

He is unexplainable.

Photo by Randy Harrison

He is mysterious.

He is exciting.

He is not boring. In fact, he is the opposite.

If God isn’t the centerpiece of your life, nothing fits; nothing works, nothing exists.
There is no point in anything.

If your life lacks meaning, is full of deep empty pits or boring, get God.

You will never be bored again.





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What you think about the “King” matters…..

Many in the Christian community sound confused or perplexed about their faith.

Reconciling the differences between groups of people and their belief systems has become volatile.

Eating chicken on August 1, at Chick fil-A became a hate filled sandwich. Anyone who darkened the doors of those restaurants was labeled a bigot, prejudiced or politically intolerant.

Truly understanding the Christian faith is based solely on knowing Jesus; and knowing who we are as individuals in Jesus.

The enemy is doing a number on us to create divisions, hostility and scorn. What appears to be vile and distorted hatred is simply disagreement.  The devil has blinded people into believing Jesus was an oppressor, against women and anyone who didn’t agree with him.

That is a lie from the pit of hell.

Maintaining a Biblical view gives the answers we need.

Without the authority of Jesus, we would all want to live our own way. Talk about the “Clash of the Titans.”

Christianity is not a religion. It is a personal relationship with Jesus.

Jesus just works. The Bible is his handbook.

He is the cornerstone by which we need to live by.

Our Pastor spoke it unequivocally and quite eloquently. He said,

“What you think about the King, matters.”

What place if any does the “King of Kings” hold in your life?






John 8:31-32 “To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

In our endeavors to understand Jesus, we have it backwards.

Christians are trying to figure out how to fit Jesus into their lives, when it should be the other way around.

We should be trying to fit into Jesus’ life; searching for him and seeking his presence.

We should be climbing the hill of Golgotha.

Once you start this process, God will open up his heart to you. Little by little he reveals who he is; his character, personality, and his redeeming love.

Understanding begins in his presence; knowledge and wisdom become prevalent through his word. The Cross becomes more than the pendant you wear around your neck, it is what defines you.

Proverbs 2 is the best explanation of resolving the issues of right or wrong.

The world view is setting the stage for our thoughts and behaviors when we should be speaking forth the wisdom of God. Questions like,

“How can Christians line up to eat chicken when Dan Cathy has intolerantly spoken out against Gay marriage?” He supports the Biblical view of Marriage. The fact that he backed up the Bible is what people screamed about. 30 years ago Gay Marriage was never mentioned, much less deemed a political statement or an acceptable lifestyle.

So if the Bible has never changed its stance on marriage, then what right do we have to do so?


“How can the general public not understand the President’s desire to help the poor and needy?” Well, you don’t rob Peter to pay Paul. God provides for his church who then provides for the poor and needy.

Answers are floating around in the world of media translated by those who know nothing of Jesus, don’t care to know him and desire to live a life without him. Only Jesus is the basis for all answers.

There is the world’s way of doing things and then there is God’s. Discerning his will is the only way we will succeed.

Each one of us must decide how to fill the voids in our lives. If it ain’t working, then maybe you took the wrong turn.

Once you learn who Jesus is, who you are in his life, the answers to these deep seeded questions become clear.

The questions don’t require asking everyone on the block or reading the latest news for their opinions.

Your relationship with Jesus gives you the wisdom, knowledge and understanding to clarify decisions according to his will and teachings.

Some issues are derived from a “knowing” Jesus gives you. Like an automatic door, you “just know” if you should walk through the door or not.

When we allow Jesus to change us, we become more like him.

As you grow in Christ, your thought process will reflect his.

What you think about the “King,” matters.

Photo by Randy Harrison





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Born a Cat, Always a Cat

It’s hard to believe such a sweet, innocent feline as you see in her picture may not be so sweet and innocent after all.

Maximus Decimus Meridius
Better known as Maxicat

Yes, she is the family pet.

Yes, she allows us to live in her house.

Yes, she is still quite spunky for her age.

Proverbs 12:10 “Good people take care of their animals, but wicked people are cruel to theirs.”

The routine here at our house begins at 5am. Not me, my husband.
Like the “farmer” that he is, he gets up at the crack of dawn as if to go and feed the imaginary cows and chickens.

I can’t imagine getting up at such an indecent hour; much less function.
However, his ritual includes unloading the dishwasher if needed, (I know, I think I will keep him) and making a delicious pot of Java.

As he drinks a few cups of coffee, he indulges in the latest news to wake up before getting ready for work.

Only the morning of Tuesday, August 13th began far from his traditional protocol.

Believing the cat wasn’t quite up to par from her allergy issue was a joke.   I guess when it comes to feeding the family she was going to perform her duties.

I must interject here that my husband and the cat are on “tolerant” terms with each other. The love lost between the two is lost. As long as he fills in where I don’t, she is happy.

Finding out her extravaganza when he came home from work later that afternoon went something like this.

He gets up, makes the coffee and walks into the den to watch the news only to discover behind the couch was a headless, legless bird. The remaining corpse was surrounded by feathers spread out on the carpet; and one wing was, well lets’ just say it wasn’t all there.

As he turned toward the back door he noticed the cat sprawled out, hanging
over the end of the blue chair staring at him with those big, green beautiful eyes of hers.
She gave him a gaze of “aren’t you glad I brought breakfast?”

Proud of her achievements, he had some not so nice words for her and she began whining for her morning tuna.
Not sure he gave her any, but began the tedious
and disgusting task of cleaning up the nasty mess.

Placing this ordeal in perspective, she had to have gone to rather a great amount of effort to bring the “dead corpse” in the house. The back mesh screen is not one she enjoys going through but will if she wants in bad enough. She must have wanted us to celebrate her awesome catch of the day.

Reading up on cats and their behavior, I will remind you of the reasons cats hunt and bring the dead carcasses to their owners.

  1. Cats are showing their appreciation for all you do.
  2. Cats believe we are stupid and don’t know how to hunt so they show us how.

We have yet to figure out what her reasons are for the many presents she has brought us over the years, but whatever they are my husband says,

“She is just doing what cats do.” (His obvious dissatisfaction with her attempt to decorate the den with a dead bird at 5 am wasn’t the time for her to do what she does.)

Just as he said, cats do what cats do. God created her to hunt and feed her family.

Born in the wild she is notably talented in this field sport especially as small and aged as she is now.

Instinctively she knows her calling on earth. She didn’t have to ask God what to do with her life; she just knew.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy for us humans? Be born and hunt. Be born and sing. Be born and preach. Be born and be the next President?

No, we have the opportunity to get to know the Creator of the Universe, one on one to find out what he would have us do. Quite the honor and privilege don’t you think?

One more note.

I hesitated to ask my husband if he knew where the birds head and legs were. He responded,

“Why don’t you look under the couch?”




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Sanctimonious Authority

The cynical changes that arrive from those who seemingly want to control us are ultimate marks of backfiring.

The Face book Team reminds me of our present government. Sending me a notice of my impending Timeline as of yesterday, August 14, 2012, was not my idea of a good move.

Responding to that notice how unhappy I was about this maneuver and that I didn’t want a Timeline has resulted in the face book team ignoring my request.

As with our governing authorities, the days of being forced into uncontrollable spending and waste, healthcare, and a myriad of other less than profitable or moral entities have gone too far.

The common thread involved in most of these cases pure and simple is greed. Greed accelerated to authoritative exhibitions through funds. The two go hand in hand and produce a false sense of security for those exposed to such delinquencies.

They are but fleeting moments of prestige and hopeless honor. Fueling the catalysts of who are popular and who are not are only seen vividly through the eyes of a carnal mind. Why not get real people?

Everyday life is hard, difficult and miserable for some. While the positioned fight over their created stances, the rest of the world lives in suffrage due to their idiotic rules and regulations.

The surmounting economic debt was not built by me. Or most of the people I know. It has been triggered by unforeseen circumstances of terror, war and the explosive allocation of dollars by obvious non budgeted politicians. Refusal to live within your means is a definition for bankruptcy and destitution. This is not to mention the lousy example being set by those in so called high places. Their high places won’t seem so high once insolvency sets in.

As we, the American taxpayers are hunted down by the IRS to fund such fraudulent means of waste, I pray to God to forgive those who openly and so cavalierly spend his money on non-Biblical projects.

Of course who do you believe? The media is so unreliable if you don’t know God personally you will never know the truth.

Stretching the course of events past outright lies has become the norm. If it weren’t so sad it would be laughable. As if we have no brains, the media and certain politicians insult our intelligence hiding behind their jargon of words. “Share the Wealth.” “We don’t have control over Super Pacs” Or “You didn’t build that.”

Retractions then become the rhetoric to absolve the hysteria of accusations.

“That’s not what I said or meant to say” is only the beginning. Yes. It is what you meant to say; you were hoping you wouldn’t get caught.

The effort on August 1, 2012 put forth for Chick- Fil-A resonated where the majority of this country stands; which is on the Bible’s view of marriage. Yet, many who disagree prompted the achievement with hate and vile messages.

Again the media tried to upstage this overwhelming quiet protest as intolerant zealot consumers of chicken sandwiches.

The election of 2010 was a landslide victory for the conservatives. You wouldn’t know that by the media who yells at us for our prejudice and it seems they still haven’t accepted the defeat. It is evident by their contemptible words towards anyone who doesn’t agree with them.

God has moved out of the way and allowed those who choose to go their own way to dig their own graves.

He continues to expose the sanctimonious attempts of those who are not following his word and will.

I can’t wait to see what God does in November.




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Annoying Thorns

The refrigerator quit working.

Cat got sick.

Cleaning the pool wreaked havoc on my arm muscles.

The husband is still having pain from his surgery; may need more surgery.

Finally got the grass cut after a deluge of rain; wish we could have sent it to those who are drought stricken.

Seems I need lessons in walking. Fell on my front porch steps.

Am I complaining? No….

Friday afternoon late we discovered water all over the floor; fridge was leaking. Repairman showed up around 6pm. He fixed it for a little over $100.00!

Cat is better since I poured Benadryl down her throat. She wasn’t too happy about that.

Thank the good Lord for ice packs, ibuprofen and Flector Patches I can now move my arm without shrieking in pain!

Bruises are now a nice greenish purple color.

Unsure what to do about the “farmers” lack of his wisdom tooth.

Why does it seem sometimes everything happens at once?

Is there some great clue to give us a heads up of these emergency fiascos?

Oh I know this is just life. Maybe we need a break here?

These cataclysmic minor catastrophes are just that. Minor. More of an annoyance than anything else; but the enemy’s attacks none the less.

The devil uses a constant barrage of dirty tricks to distract us; or keep us in panic mode over the smallest of details.

One debacle after another appears to be his mode of aggression.

His foray of defilement must be fun to him since he continues his invasion of disturbing frustrations.

Unfortunately I have gotten so use to these vexations of my time I know where they originate.
And….I won’t let him get the best of me.

This area of learning from God is a classroom of infinite lessons;
some of which are not pleasurable or on my next to do list.
But, placing these demons on our chopping blocks must be explored.
Otherwise, you will become a drudge to his chains of foreboding distress.

Do yourself a favor and kick him out the back door.

You accomplish this great feat by remaining C-A-L-M in the midst of his pathetic storms. Where did we hear this? Oh yes. Jesus slept in the boat completely unaware of the raging monsoon around him.

His example of serenity and tranquility is the definition of peace.

Jesus is so perfect in his examples we have no excuse but to give it our best shot every time.

Failure may occur. But! You might just get that one instance that your patience kicks in, peace takes over and the broken down appliances or ailing cat are no longer a “thorn in your side.”

2 Corinthians 12:7 “In order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.”






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The Antithesis of Communication

Her eyes are runny and itchy. She is stopped up so she snores when she sleeps.

She is still eating pretty well so I assume it is allergies.
We were out of allergy medicine for her so I made a trip to the drugstore.

Needing some liquid Benadryl or the generic brand, I found a bottle of the
Walgreen’s brand only it was Bubble Gum flavored. Not her favorite.

Asking this young new pharmacist if they had any other, he kindly stepped out from behind the counter.

He asked me some questions.

“Why do you need liquid?”

Me: “Because she can’ take pills.”

Pharmacist: “How old is she?”

Me: “Oh, she’s 10.”

Pharmacist: “She is 10 and only takes liquid medicine?”

Me: “Yes.

Pharmacist: “Why won’t she take pills?”

Me: “Well, that would be a little difficult.”

Pharmacist:” I know a lot of 10 year olds that take pills. Is she afraid of them?”

Me: “No. It would be a little hard for me to put it down her throat.”

Pharmacist: “You would have to put a pill down her throat?”

Me: “Yes. How else would I give it to her?”

Pharmacist: “Can’t she take it herself?”

Me: “No, she doesn’t know what medicine is and if it tastes bad she isn’t likely to try it on her own.”

The Pharmacist looked at me with a rather shocked look on his face.

Pharmacist:”She doesn’t know what medicine is?”

Me: “No. How could she?”

Pharmacist: “Most 10 year olds know what medicine is. Has she ever had any before?”

Me: “Well, not much. In her short life she has been quite healthy. Even at her age she still gets out a lot. She loves being outside. That keeps her little body in shape.”

Pharmacist: “Exercise is good. 10 year olds need to get out.”

Looking at me again he seemed perplexed.

He found a bottle of generic liquid Benadryl that was Cherry flavored. He asked me if that would work.

Me:”Yes, but she isn’t big on flavor if you know what I mean. So how much do I give her? She is 10, but weighs 8 pounds. Does weight make a difference in the dosage?”

The Pharmacist looked at me and responded rather loudly,

“What? She only weighs 8 pounds? What have you done to her? Do you not feed her?”

Me: “Of course I feed her. She loves crab meat, salmon and most fish. She isn’t a big fan of chicken.”

Pharmacist: “Ma’am. This sounds like child abuse. I am going to have to report you.”

Me: “What? Why? because my cat doesn’t’ like chicken?”

He gave me the liquid cherry flavored Benadryl, shook his head and walked away.

I left laughing!




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