Before you get anxious about me, I am only speaking about some of my clothes. God blessed me with lots of new ones so now I have to toss the ‘what is not so good’ away. After all the closet is only so big, right?
But I love those tattered old bits. They’ve accompanied me through thick and thin, hardship and joy.
They are like old habits. Some of them have to go. What old habits are hanging around your body? I won’t even begin to discuss that. Take it up with God.
Are you getting them too? Those scam guys and gals who want to swindle you out of your money? They are using our hearts to get at our wallets.
They tell great sob stories, get rich quick schemes and use what ever else they can dream up. I joined www.scambusters.org, a free ‘stop scams’ type of newsletter so that I won’t fall for the sad moans of the dishonest.
Apparently North Americans are the most susceptible.
Why is that? We have more than most so why do we chase after more?
Did you know that 53 out of every 100 people live on less than 2.00 a day? We are millionaires to the rest of the world and we still don’t think we have enough?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we truly wanted more so that we could give more? Unfortunately that is not the truth of the matter.
“Oh my friends, enjoy your money. Make the most of it. Give none away. Enjoy it quickly for I can tell you, you will be beggars throughout eternity. Robert Murray M’Cheyne.
When I fed them, they were satisfied; when they were satisfied, they became proud; then they forgot Me (Hosea 13:6)
Thanks to all of you who participated in the ‘raise my numbers’ parade! They went up over 300 percent. Yea You! Thanks to all of you for giving up your precious time for me. If you feel like doing it again…!
Special thanks to Barrie and Australia! You know who you are! These brave souls joined to listen to this diatribe every day! Whew. Little do they know….
My cousins, Ben and Marjorie are all about time. If it wends the hour, Ben owns it. Cuckoo clocks, chiming bird, cartoon or tractor clocks, Marilyn Monroe’s flirty skirt, Elvis flinging hips all used to chime or clang.
It became a full-time job to keep them all going and Ben settled for his favourites. The silent ones still take up space, letting time slip by.
Are we waiting for someone to wind us up? Motivate us? Putting in a half-job at a half-life when we could be making time count? What a waste.
Thanks to Sheila Wray Gregoire, my blog is up and running! And I am writing stuff like this…
I came out of a life of sexual abuse, bulimia, nervous breakdowns, depression and unforgiveness. I didn’t realize that God loved me and that He was more concerned with the inner me than He was with the outer me. The Bible says that the Lord does not see as mortals see. They look on the outward appearance but God, God, looks on the heart (1 Sam 16:7B).
There is an old saying. When you have reached the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. A nervous breakdown was the end of my rope. But somebody told me about Jesus. Jesus ,who knew about my fears and my failures. Jesus-who loved me unconditionally. Jesus, who loved me so much that He died on the cross just for me. And rose from the dead—just for me! All I had to do was turn from my old life, ask Him to forgive me, ask Him to come into my life. And I did that very thing. After I invited Jesus into my life, I was a changed woman.
I had tried to stop the bulimia for 16 years. I couldn’t do it. Jesus gave me the strength to give it up. I learned that my depression was anger turned inward. And God gave me the strength to forgive my abuser.