Getting older is so much fun!

Today I needed a cell phone number for my DH's nephew and niece, who were in route to here, so I went from my inbox to my folder that I have named "addresses", for that kind of stuff .

Hee Hee! As soon as I got over there I had forgotten I guess, where I was. There were my order confirmations from where I had ordered the doggy thermal blankets several weeks ago, from the Carol Wright catalog.

I was wracking my brain trying to think what I ordered from them yesterday or today...when it dawned on me that I was not in my inbox.

Can people forget in that short length of time??? Yes they can! But you have to work at it, I think....like not staying focused with your thoughts. My sister and I keep ourselves in laughter a lot lately!

Oh well! They say if you think you are going crazy, you aren't! Also, if you think you have AZ, you don't! That's all the comfort I can find in it. (Grin)

 

The Saddest Thing

From Birth To Sod,

Is Someone Dying

Who Has Not

God.

Borrowed from Tom Wacaster's article, January 2,2007

Our Adorable Little Stray Puppy, part blue heeler and part dalmatian, etc, etc, etc.

This little stray puppy came to our yard and when Bobby tried to run her off, she was just too little to know what he meant.She was only about 3 weeks old and we think now that someone dumped her out. He had to pick her up and carry her about 2 blocks which was close to where he thought she belonged.

Next day...she was back in our yard. We did not want a dog, so he picked her up and carried her away again. Next day...she was back and she had lain down and gone to sleep before he noticed her. He reached down to pick her up and she got scared and bit him. Third time is charm, they say!

So...we had to keep her up for 10 days. I called the County Health Department and the State Health Department to see who was responsible for keeping her up. I was sure it would be the county but they informed us  that we were responsible!

Well, after we had kept her tied and fed and watered and petted about 5 days, I couldn't have parted with her. We put signs up in all the stores here in our town with her picture on it but no one claimed her. So we have us a little puppy.

She is now about 6 months old. She is not and never was and never will be...worth a dime to us.   She takes effort to feed and keep fresh water out. We had to build a chain link fence to keep her in. We had to buy her a dog house for cold weather.

I gave her some old soft towels to lay on in her dog house and she took them out of the dog house and let them get wet and nasty. I cut up two good blankets to make sure she had a dry, clean one every time the weather turns cold or wet. I even ordered her a couple of doggy thermal blankets, for those extremely cold days. We have had to take her to the Vet a number of times for the red mange. We are going to have to take her in a couple of weeks to have her spayed. She has become a high-dollar dog! Like I said, she is not worth anything to us...but we love her so much!

Well, you probably know where I am going with this! There is no comparison to this and God's love for us, but this does make me think of it.  Lately, for some reason, a lot of secular things causes me to think of spiritual matters. Maybe because I'm getting older and drawing nearer to the time when I will see Him face to face.

Our God created us. He loved us so much! But we are not worth anything to Him except for the fact that He seeks pure hearts to love and worship Him. We are totally worthless and even our righteousness to Him....is like filthy rags in His sight.  "All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags...." Isaiah 6:4 

Why should He love us so much? Enough to let His dear Son die on the cross to balance out our sins? We know it had to take something very precious, but it boggles the human mind! How pure and holy we should try to be because He deems us to be worth something!

God determined before the foundation of the world that Christ would come to earth and live in human form and that His brutal death on a cross would satisfy,in God's sight,the worst sins that man could do, if man would repent and obey Him and live faithfully unto death. All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast—all whose names have not been written in the book of life belonging to the Lamb that was slain from the creation of the world. (Revelation 13:8) 

You can read the story line of that cross and that love, from Genesis through Revelation.  You can read it ALL in a year's time...reading 3-4 chapters per day...about 15 minutes of your time.  It will mightily be worth it!

Can you hear the 'silence' in the Bible?

Most of us know the difference in telling our children what they can and can not do. If we had to itemize to our children all the things we do not allow them to do, we would still be telling our 50 year old 'kids' what not to do. That is how long it would take. But rather, we teach in principles, such as courtesy, honesty, integrity and many others.  Just think how many acts would come under these principles. We know....and all children know that silence does not mean consent!

Why can we not give God the same liberties? His silence is as authoratative as His commands. Because most religious people can not understand that, there are many divisions and many man made churches today.

Also for this very reason, even the church that Jesus established is riddled with division. We are commanded to not go beyond what is written. The things that are written are God-breathed (inspired) and we have no right to go beyond.

Jesus is the final Judge...and He says the Words that He has spoken will judge us in the last day.

The year was 1941 and our mother was sick most of that year, and before the leaves had all fallen in October, our daddy was left with these three little ones to be a mother/father figure to.  Being only three years old, I don't remember her at all but my brother (Age 8) and my sister (Age 5) at the time, remember her well, so it was much harder on them.

Our Daddy: (To be continued...)

 

Where Have All The Mothers Gone?

Not until I grew up and had my two children, did I fully appreciate my Daddy and his striving to fulfill the need of a "father-mother figure" in the lives of three little ones...ages eight, five and three.

Being the youngest (but the biggest responsibility) when our mother died, I would not have had much choice if my daddy had decided to "dole" us out to relatives. His oldest sister, whom he adored, tried to get him to let her adopt us. He would not even consider the thought of it!

I am made even more aware of his struggle to provide a normal home for us as I sadly observe the modern home where the father is much too busy; and the mother leaves her children in the care of others in order to provide things for her children and herself that will perish with time. Most parents do not realize what is important until it is too late and their children are almost grown.

I feel most fortunate that my childhood memories do not consist of being left to the care of other people, but of being with my daddy. The lovely, nostalgic fragrance of burning leaves and wood brings back memories the year that I was four. My daddy cut wood to earn money to carry us through the winter and we walked to the woods together.

Sometimes it was cold enough that he would build a fire and let me sit close by while he cut wood and kept a watchful eye on me. He always made sure that we left in plenty of time to be home when my brother and sister came in from school. I see few homes today where the children get as much attention from two parents as we did from only one.

I don't remember having much in material things, but what we had was far above and beyond anything of a material nature. In one hundred years no one will even know or care that we didn't have the best clothes , toys and houses; however, what my daddy instilled in my heart and mind will go with me into eternity. He influenced my life so greatly that it saddens me very much to see our mothers of America neglect their children in order to have more of this world's goods. Even if you are working out of necessity, I like the way the late Mary Oler worded it: "Sometimes We need to be content with a smaller loaf of bread."

Mothers: Think about it! Time is short for their growing up years and time is running out for many of our children. The adult years are fast approaching. The moldable years will soon be gone....

 

Our Dad, taken in 1964. A man I call great!