The Morning Speaks

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The Morning Speaks

 

Avian singing begins,    The night receding fast
While over the land, gentle winds awake
The morning’s here at last!
 
Dawn’s blushing rays peek through,  Sifting the trees and leaves
Then lighting the hills, softly they wake
And stir the gentle breeze
 
Gently now they stroke  –  The earth with great delight
And dancing with glee, rousing the world
They chase away the night!
 
Breathe it in, savor the new  –  Delight in blessings giv’n
For staying in awe, brings marvels anew
A little taste of heaven!

 

God’s great glory shines forth  –  It doesn’t miss a beat.
Creation’s own song, is in each heart
And draws us to HIS feet!

 

Happy New Year,
Love,
Nancy
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She’s on Empty!

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Lively singing and clapping engulfed us! Nearly everyone around was fully engaged in the music.   We were visiting a church out of town, and although the music was new to us, it was not difficult to catch on. Just a wonderful day to worship God, spirits were high!

Ornamented with high dollar clothing, expensive purse and boots, the woman next to me was in full motion – whooping and hollering at the top of her voice. Okay – – so she was making her form of a “joyful noise”.  The fact that she kept bumping into me was a bit distracting here and there, but I lived!

Once we were all seated, and the Pastor began speaking, she commenced fanning herself with her hand, as if she were about to faint!   She nodded her head vigorously and rocked back and forth while muttering , “Oh yes” – – – ”MMMM-hmmm!”

The more the pastor spoke about the importance of leading a calm, unhindered life and exercising self-restraint, the more she rocked and agreed.

The admonishment was for people to be alert and watch how we respond to situations so that we are not pressured, or scared, out of our purpose in life.

The woman’s rocking motion intensified! Her head shook and her “MMMM-Hmmm’s” got louder!  She was hilarious and downright entertaining.  I had to work to restrain a laugh.

“Wow”, I thought to myself. “She is one on-fire ball of energy!”

While I am not quite that demonstrative, I realize that there are all kinds of personalities out there. Overall, it seemed like this woman had a handle on the whole wide world!

After being startled by one of Action-Woman’s whoops, I tried to turn my attention back to what was being addressed and take a few notes. With all her rocking, I think I was suffering a little from motion sickness myself!

I said a small prayer for her. Maybe it was more for me, I don’t know….

Just before the service ended, I had a chance to give this woman a hug and spoke a few encouraging words in her ear. She seemed surprised!  That’s when I knew.

A strange feeling crept over me and I felt a gentle nudge inside – – – ”She’s on empty!”

The pastor voice punctuated the moment as he asked if anyone needed prayer. When he elaborated about needing prayer for the removal of bad influences, inappropriate associations, or other hindrances to a peaceful life, the “MMMMM-Hmmmm“ lady about fell all over her son, stumbling past the people next to him as she beat a path to the front!  Startled family members and friends stared at her in amazement!

I chuckled to myself for a moment, and then I was hit with a thought. I had felt a little silly giving her the type of encouragement that I had, but I did it just the same. All things being considered, I guess one can never really know just how much the effect of gracious words might have on someone else – – – even if they don’t “seem” to need it.

As I gazed around, I wondered just how many other people were sitting there looking like they had it all together, but were actually riding along on fumes because they were “Sitting on EMPTY!”

 

God Bless Our Veterans

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God Bless Our Veterans  & Thank You Jesus for YOUR great gift

At the grocery store, I observed an old veteran with a shopping list. His careworn face crinkled at the edges of his mouth.

His eyebrows knit together as he carefully found certain items and then proceeded to cross them off his list. He was being quite judicious about checking prices.   The hat he sported denoted “infantry,” but I couldn’t see all the words because of all the many pins.

I walked up to him and stuck out my hand thanking him for his service.  A little embarrassed, he shyly mumbled, “It was a long, long time ago in ‘6l-’64.”

With a friendly smile and a slight nod of my head,  I thanked him just the same, while making sure to squeeze his hand firmly.

What do you know?  This same gentleman ended up in line behind me at the checkout. When it was his turn, I noticed that he began selecting things to put back.

I had already told the cashier that I would be picking-up his groceries so the checker included everything in his order. Moving quietly behind the guy, I reached over and stuck my credit card in the reader.

The cashiers told him “Merry Christmas,” but he caught me and said, “You didn’t have to do that!  My wife won’t believe this! She isn’t gonna believe this!”

I said quite loudly, “You didn’t have to serve our country either but you DID and I appreciate it immensely!

People in line began saying, “Thank you and Merry Christmas!” He was notably moved to tears.

I tried to be sneaky but he caught me and gave me a huge bearhug. He gulped and whispered “thank you” in my ear.   I whispered back, “God Bless you”.

People were paying respect and attention to him that I’m sure was a long time in coming.

The respect and the attention were probably better Christmas presents to him than the groceries.

It was late that Christmas Eve, and I had not planned to go to the store at all!  As I was driving by, I felt a familiar tug on the inside to park and to go inside. My purchase was only something trivial and I wondered why I had come.

It wasn’t until I was leaving that I realized why I had been sent.

I believe that God expects each one of us to be instant-in-season.  He provides all the cues we need in order for us to figure out what our part is to be at that moment.  No, it isn’t always immediately apparent, easy or convenient.  Jesus set a really good example for us by laying down his life and taking on our humanity.

He did for us what we could not do for ourselves.  He manifested  His great love toward us and then told us to go and do likewise.

Christmas is most certainly one of those times when we can let Jesus’ love shine through us to others . . . and to do for them what they may not be able to do for themselves.

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The Land of Fret

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Once upon a time, far back, in the land of Fret

People scurried to and fro… trying not to forget

They never seemed quite settled, at any given time

Only one emotion, theirs: they fretted on a dime!

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Deception was their Mayor, he underwrote the laws

Fear of torment, their jailer; punishing without cause.

Life was short In Fret; they lived on borrowed time

They fretted and frittered life away, rarely reaching prime

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Even on vacation, Fret was close at hand.

He brought along his cousin; “Worry” was The Man!

With Fret and Worry everywhere, and people never sure

Of how to find Peace of Mind; they stayed so insecure.

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Someone finally told them, “Fret is not your friend.”

“He’ll just keep you churning, on that you can depend.”

Tired of going round and round, with no resolution

People began moving out – it seemed the best solution.

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Another town was born, where people felt the change

Assurance grew up strong; they felt so safe and sane.~~~

Living with Assurance, gave people Hope again.

Taking back their lives, they saw where they had been.

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Assurance, bold in Jesus –  Sweet emancipation

Restored their Peace and dignity, with gleeful liberation.

Now if you’re ever tempted, to visit the Land of Fret

Take a pass and you will find, you’re left with no regret!

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Salmon Patch Kid!

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You’ve heard of a Cabbage Patch Kid? Well, my newborn daughter joined the ranks of the Salmon Patch Kids when she arrived.

Someone laughed at her, “Oh, she’s got a Stork Bite!”

A nurse, said, “Don’t worry, it’s just an ‘Angel’s Kiss’.”

What? I was dismayed!  What WAS a Stork Bite? What WAS an ‘Angel’s Kiss’?  To me, they sounded like polar opposites!  Was it harmful?  Was it permanent?

Damaged goods. My new little baby wasn’t “perfect”?  My saddened heart quivered.

How insensitive people can be, especially to a new mother whose hormones are wildly vacillating! After I cried, I wanted to scratch out their eyes!

Unlike today, there was no access to a computer or internet via phone, and no one was helping to explain what was on my baby’s face!

As I stared at my newborn, the strawberry patch on her forehead seemed HUGE. Her little eyelid was also involved.  The trauma of birth had already left her tiny face and nose flattened, and now she was discolored.

I’m a sure it was my imagination, but every time I looked at her, it seemed like that the patchy-pink blotch was spreading! Of course I couldn’t help but see the irregularities on her face, but I had to quit thinking about it!

Allowing certain thoughts in can be unsafe for God’s kids. Mulling them over and over, is detrimental!  Thoughts really DO have to be curbed and redirected. It’s easy to say, but harder to do.  Nagging worry likes to hammer at one’s inner fiber.

The age-old and familiar Psalms 23 kept coming to mind. THE LORD is my Shepherd [to feed, guide, and shield me], I shall not lack.     He makes me lie down in [fresh, tender] green pastures; He leads me beside the still and restful waters. He refreshes and restores my life (my self); He leads me in the paths of righteousness [uprightness and right standing with Him–not for my earning it, but] for His name’s sake…..” It ended: “Surely or only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love shall follow me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days the house of the Lord [and His presence] shall be my dwelling place. ( Amplified)

While I am not exactly sure why that was comforting, it just was!

I had to make a decision. Settling myself down and getting to the business of caring for my little girl, as a whole little individual, was what I needed to be about. Everything else about her worked, and SHE didn’t know she was “defective”.

We snuggled – she made her baby sounds. Off to sleep we went.  Who cares, anyway?  She’s mine and I love her.

Before we checked out of the hospital, a doctor mentioned that I didn’t have to worry about her “Salmon Patch”. It was a normal occurrence in babies 35-50% of the time.

Really? Salmon Patch? The name seemed so much less-threatening than the others.  Go figure.

My baby’s little tow-head and porcelain skin accented the mark tremendously!  The doctor informed me that these types of marks should fade as she grew.  The news was good!  I breathed just a bit more peacefully.

For the next many months, rude people stared and some made awkward comments.

I paid them no attention! My daughter never knew and I got tired of explaining about what was wrong with her, so I didn’t!

Sure, there was nothing devastating or life-threatening about my daughter’s condition, but, I didn’t understand that at first.

I’m glad I had stored encouraging words in my heart before my daughter was born. The Word of God is powerfully alive and when I needed them, they came up quickly to keep me secure.

Even before I heard the doctor’s re-assuring words, I had obtained peace, and resolve…no matter what I might have to deal with in the future.

Besides, I had my very own Salmon Patch Kid with the brightest, most engaging blue eyes, ever!

I love you Terra!

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Listening Skills? or Lack of Knowledge?

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Listening Skills? Lack of Knowledge? Or, Is It a Bit of “I Don’t Care”! 

I was one of the few in the line of shoppers checking out in my Local Target last night around 9:45 p.m. Starbucks had closed and the usual hum of the store had all but died down. 

Our little cashier looked otherwise pre-occupied as she mechanically ran product thru her scanner. Putting on my cheer-leader hat, I tried to engage her and lift her spirits.    She had only been working 4 hours, but didn’t seem to care for her job.  At least she was inside, out of the inclement weather! (Other employees were not.) 

She expressed few plans for her future once she graduated. She WAS, however, engaged by the apparent cell phone activity in her pocket.   She kept gazing in the direction of her pocket! 

As I plopped my stuff onto the conveyor belt, I was horrified to see that my bag of flour had been “sliced” by the box-cutting tool. A little poof of flour emerged as I set it down!  Some had already settled on to the belt.  Oh-Oh! 

Calling this to the cashier’s attention was another thing. I tried to engage her, but she just wasn’t listening.   

“The bag of flour is open,” I chided. 

“Excuse me…“I don’t want that bag…I need another one…that one’s cut open,” I continued. 

Nothing! What was on her mind?  She grabbed at the flour, turned it and began to scan.   A blooming flour-bomb Exploded.   She suddenly started back to reality! 

“Oh! That’s what you were saying”, she exclaimed sheepishly.   

Too late. SHE had done the damage, not me.  Flour was all over her counter and her scanner.  She began to madly brush it off her clothes.  Then she started in on the counter and scanner areas just embedding in places it should not be.  All in all, she made matters worse.  I had to wonder about her lack of simple wisdom as well as her lack of employee training !!!   

“Look out for the scanner,” I said. “You don’t want that stuff getting inside there,

or you’ll really have some problems.”  

“Oh yeah”, muttered my husband.   “Got any canned air?” 

There went her cell phone again. Well it seemed she knew a little about one piece of electronics, at least!   Her phone!   

Was she deaf? The girl actually cleaned up her counter by brushing that flour-powder into the cracks where her scanner was located!   I couldn’t believe she had no clue!!!   My husband, who installs, repairs, and maintains all this type of equipment for a pharmacy chain just shook his head! 

When that piece of expensive equipment goes down – and it will –  where will she be?    Probably at home in bed not thinking that SHE might have been the cause of a future problem.    

Apathy. That about covers it.  It IS curable! 

My Post was shared at my mom Hazel’s “Tell Me a True Story”
http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

While I Slept I Had a Dream

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While I Slept I Had a Dream

 

While I slept I had a dream
I saw your face so clear
We were in a courtroom,
A verdict drawing near.

As I watched, you were in shock
The judge about to rule
Your cries and pleadings were ignored
I thought it was so cruel.

The judge spoke out, “You had a chance
To set the world aside,
Now the world condemns you
With it’s arrogance and pride.”

Then slowly rose your Counselor
He said, “I’ll take her place,”
“My life for hers, if she’ll consent,”
“Release her by My Grace!”

The judge considered long and hard
And then his gavel struck
“Done”, He said. “Take him away”
You could not believe your luck.

It wasn’t “luck,” I’ll tell you
LOVE-in-action brought
Freedom with it’s Mercy,
And your Salvation bought!

Now you’re free, what will you do?
New life has come to stay,
Others need to hear there’s hope
Now, you show them The Way!

Nancy Kehr 12/08/11

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