My friend asked if I felt less like a pea in a drum. So I am thinking a pea in an oil barrel drum…but then I thought…maybe he meant a pea in a ‘musical’ drum. Either one sounds awful. Which would you rather be? A very tiny pea in a big frightening barrel drum filled with oil or a pea rattling around in a drum banged by a guy in a parade?
Ouch…unless I am that pea, and God is that drum and all is well…because God is good all the time. All the time, God is good…
Tabetha Wood
Every author wonders if readers will get the message. Pure joy floods our heart when they do…
My Dear Friend Lynn just read Meeting Myself, Snippetsfrom a BInging and Bulging Mind. Here are her thoughts. I’d love to read yours as well.
Hey Lady!!! Read your amazing book, cover to cover when I got home and have been trying since then to find a way to express my multitude of emotions. First I want to tell you how brave I think you are to be willing to share your journey. My heart aches for the child you were and the adult that you became as a result of the abuse you suffered. I cannot imagine the strength it took for you to survive the pain you must have felt. I remain in awe of your faith and the courage it must have taken to let go of your pain and anger. The testimony this book provides must surely be a blessing to everyone who has the privilege to read it. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Thanks to Bonnie Dean of Memory Bears for allowing me to reprint her post here. Her full address is at the bottom of the page… Pop in and say Hi. You will like her site!
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There is ample information today on the process of grieving. All you have to do is pick up any book and therein you will find instructions and a schedule for grieving.
Some information can bring clarity to the grieving process; too much information brings only confusion. This confusion can add unnecessary weight to your grief.
The sole authority concerning your grief is you. No one else can experience your grief. No one else can walk in your shoes. Others can have empathy and sympathy to some degree, but the grief is yours, only you know the depth and pain of it.
If you, in your grief, are able to function with the affairs of daily living, then you are doing okay. Grief is now part of your life. The pain will lessen with time and life will continue, as it should. Your grief, your sense of loss will always be with you.
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You might say I was a blank page waiting to happen. I sat down to write a devotional this morning, but I hadn’t one thought in mind. And I mean, not one! Generally, I have a thought, a phrase or a Bible verse in mind but today? Nothing!
This could cause a little panic in a gal like me.
Thankfully, I remembered that I could ask God for help. And I did.
“Lord, what shall I write today?” I queried.
And he dropped these three little words into my heart. “Not a word.”
“That’s not funny, Lord,” I sassed back.
Oh, oh.
I thought back over my week to the times my mouth would have been better quiet. I remembered the grocery clerk I’d snapped at. I thought of the friend who happened to be late and the answer I gave her. I recalled how the Lord had softly spoken about my lack of quiet time and my answer.
Oh, oh.
Luke 23:8-10-Herod was delighted when Jesus showed up. He had wanted for a long time to see him, he’d heard so much about him. He hoped to see him do something spectacular. He peppered him with questions. Jesus didn’t answer—not one word. But the high priests and religion scholars were right there, saying their piece, strident and shrill in their accusations (MSG)
Like Herod, we’re excited to see Jesus, but too often we want his visit on our terms. We want answers to our questions. We want miracles. When we don’t get our own way, we get snippy. Like those high priests, we’re right in there saying what we think in a not-so-nice way.
Oh, oh.
Prayer: Lord, help us listen more and talk less. Amen
As you might expect, Valentine’s Day is not everyone’s favorite holiday. This, my first year without Ron loomed ahead as insurmountable.
Then Diane suggested we spend the evening together. Barb offered to cook us a ‘simple’ dinner at her home. So we ‘aloners’ gathered together for spectacular food, endearing memories, hysterical laughter and deepening friendships.
We even gave ourselves a name, The Annabells. This stems from Anna who worshipped in the temple after her husband passed and from our intention to live our lives with joy.
And I want to thank others who cared enough to send Valentine hugs, cards and kind wishes my way.
Yes, Valentine’s Day was different this year; but friends and loved ones made it good just the same…
Delight your heart by clicking on the Google page and then on the heart. Watch the delightful cartoon unfold. Maybe you won’t need to buy a card after all…….Hugs Brenda J Wood
Anxiety used to constantly wrack my body. I worried over everything from kids, to jobs, finances, and eating disorders. I bought a ‘worry bird.’ You were supposed to rub this purple glass bird thing and it took away your fear. I did but it didn’t.
When I asked Christ into my life, I purposely decided not to fear anything, but instead to fear and reverence only him.
I just found this interesting verse.
Isaiah 24:18- And it shall come to pass, that he who fleeth from the noise of the fear shall fall into the pit (KJ). What on earth is the ‘noise of fear?’
Noise is defined as unpleasant sound, an outcry, a complaint, a rumour, or meaningless data.
Fear is described as a feeling of anxiety, a frightening thought, or worry.
Apparently, the noise of fear is nothing but worry over meaningless data. According to this verse, many of us run from it and then fall into a big hole, a pit. That’s pit-iful.
I’ve lived in lots of pits. New opportunities present themselves every day. Right now, it’s widowhood.
Some might even tell you that I did live in a pit ….…..for a little while.
But I didn’t stay there and you don’t have to stay there either. No matter what your pit, God offers a rescue plan. Just reach up and he will grab you, lift you out and put your feet on solid ground. How do I know that? God said so and I’ve experienced it.
Psalm 40:2- He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand (NIV).
Prayer- Father God, thank you that your plan for us is better than any we hatch up on our own. Give us the courage to grab onto what ever you give us, by grabbing onto you. In Jesus’ Name. Amen
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