We Have No Control over How God Answers Prayer
I was chatting with my son on April 7, 2010. I had been struggling with feeling the need of a “cash Infusion” to continue gathering answers to God’s question, “What Do You Think I See When I Look At You?” I wanted to ask him for a loan but just couldn’t get peace to ask him. We are not in the habit of asking our children for anything but their time.
As I left him I felt perplexed. Should I spend money to advertise the book to get more answers? Would I even earn any money with the book to pay him back? All I knew for sure was, “God told me to ask the question of as many people as I could find.” I also, knew we didn’t have any “extra” money lying around. I didn’t ask my husband because we have gotten ourselves back in debt after being debt free twice before. The unexpected seems to come out of nowhere. I’m sure everyone can relate to that. Very few are fortunate enough to be prepared for crisis when it strikes.
Well, I wasn’t prepared with what was about to happen. I was turning left onto a toll road and out of nowhere there was a car speeding towards me and I knew we were going to hit. I remember thinking I need to hit the gas and try to make it through the intersection and maybe the car will miss me. If I had stopped she would have hit me in the rear mid section of my Chrysler Touring Van.
That van was a blessing from God. We had no intentions of buying it. We didn’t want to go in debt. Gary had inherited it and needed to sell it. No one wanted to buy Barbara’s van. She was greatly loved by the residents of Trailer city and her sudden death was difficult for the park as a whole. It would be a constant reminder of her. At the time my brother was sick and our vehicle wasn’t the best for taking him where he needed to go and he was not doing very well.
Six months after Barbara’s death, Gary still had the van. I felt God urging me to talk with Gary to see if we could afford to buy it. Long story short Gary gave us a very good price. Navy Federal gave us a very good interest rate and we were the proud owners of this great 2006 van.
I remember thinking, “I made it” and then I heard and felt the impact of the crash. “No, I didn’t make it.” My next thought was feeling gentle puffs of paper hitting my head and thinking, “What is that? I guess this is what happens in an accident?”
I had been driving 50 years and never had an accident and only 1 ticket for speeding (in a 25 mph zone).
My next thought was how comfortable I felt. God was with me.
Then I realized my seatbelt was tight. I struggled to get it undone. It wasn’t easy. I still had no idea the car has spun around and was laying on the driver side. I got the seat belt open. With hindsight I now know I was then lying against the driver door. I felt no pain. But I was very confused. I knew the engine was running but I couldn’t get the key to turn off the engine.
People came running. So many people! They were yelling are you alright? I assured them I was fine. Then someone said put the car in Park then you can turn off the engine. I remember thinking “DUH Lynne”. I got the car turned off and turned off my Sirius Radio that was blaring 1950’s tunes. I heard someone say my legs were trapped and someone was yelling call 911. I heard a voice say, “I will”. Then someone said, it’s already been called in. I assured the people my legs were not trapped and that nothing hurt but I was confused. I found my purse.
Next thing I remember was thinking I had to call Bob and tell him I was ok. Everyone was telling me I had to get out of the car. The people told me to open the door. I was thinking, I have the device in here to break the window to get out that Bob had picked up for me incase I ever needed it. But I couldn’t find the door. I was trying to open the windshield! I was completely disoriented. So I said, give me a minute I’m confused. They told me to stand up because the door was at the top of the car. In the meantime I got hold of my cell phone with the only thought in my mind being, “I have to call Bob and tell him I’m ok.” I unlocked the door and this great band of people opened it. They said, “Climb out.” By then I had pressed the #2 and the phone was ringing. They convinced me getting out of the car was more important than calling my husband. So I handed the phone to one of them and asked him to tell my husband I was ok. He handed the phone to someone else.
I could hear sirens in the distance as I turned and asked God to show me how to climb out the top of the car. All of a sudden it was very clear the steps I needed to take to climb out. Then I looked down at all these people there to help me. I laughed and said, “I can’t jump that far, you’re gonna have to catch me.” I felt like I gently floated onto a soft pillow. It was a very smooth landing.
I really don’t remember much after that except the fire department pulled up, police were directing traffic and everyone was so nice. The emergency vehicles kept coming and I was so embarrassed. The people that hit me were all fine. No one was transported. The EMT’s checked me out and except for elevated blood pressure I was fine. One stayed with me and asked me what day it was. I said, “April 7, 1920”. Then laughed realizing my mistake and said 2010. He kept asking me over and over if I was wearing my seat belt. I assured him over and over that I was. I also said later that, I wasn’t on my cell phone either.
Yes, my head was confused. My husband was on the phone and he was confused and of course, upset, DUH!
The EMT’s wanted to know if I wanted to be transported and checked out. I saw my car laying there on its side and a whole bunch of “stuff” lying on the road. I couldn’t make a decision. So I said no, to the ambulance. My husband insisted on coming to the scene of the accident and asked me over and over where it was. I guess both our brains were in shock.
The Sheriff’s Department was directing traffic while waiting for FHP to arrive to handle the accident. My car was on its side. Then I noticed the rear, drivers side wheel was completely broken off the axel and hanging by a wire! The police and fire were saying the impact was hard to have spun me around and up on my side and do that kind of damage. I had to agree, I wasn’t expecting anything more than a fender bender.
Once the police, fire and EMT’s were on the scene the people dissipated. The last to leave was a gentleman that leaned in to shake my hand and said, “______ was with you.” And smiled a big smile. I have trouble hearing when a lot of noise is around and I’m not sure what the first word was but I believe it is a popular Spanish phrase for God or Jesus. That is the impression I had of what was being said to me. Yes, my friend. He sure was with me!
A police officer offered me a seat in his air conditioned cruiser. I sat for a few minutes then I thought, “I’m thirsty, I wish I had some water to drink. Sure, like you’re going to ask the police, ‘Do you have some water?’ Like they carry water for just such occasions!!” Then my mind thought, “Gotta get pictures, Bob‘s going to be upset if you don’t get pictures.” So I got out and took pictures with my phone. How handy to have a camera in your phone. That’s when I noticed how badly banged up the van was. There was fluid of some sort on the ground. All the windows on the driver side were in little pieces. Some of which were in my arm. (The EMT’s had wrapped a bandage around it earlier].
I then called my son that I had just left. He said, “Long time no talk!” My reply was, “A lot has happened since we talked…….” He called his sister in California for me. I was way to stressed to talk but felt I needed to call our other daughter than lives close to us and let her know.
Bob arrived and I was all worried about where he was going to park. [Once an A type personality, always an A type personality!”] The van was still on its side waiting for FHP. Someone had said to me the first thing I needed to do was call our insurance company. So I did. Whew, it was a good thing, they saved us money by having the car towed directly to their repair shop instead of it going to “impound” as usual – then having to pay to get it towed to the shop. I was too confused to deal with the insurance companies questions for very long and Bob took over. What a blessing to have someone there to help you at such times.
When FHP arrived the poor guy was all alone to work the whole scene. The Sheriff’s Dept stayed and directed traffic. A tow truck had been called, they wouldn’t let me call our friend that we always use.
By now, I’m sitting in my husband’s van just wanting to go home. All of a sudden I see someone that was working the scene coming with a bottle of water!! Praise God, no matter how small and seemingly unimportant your request He knows and answers it! Bob got a bottle also.
Yes, I was ticketed for the accident. The lady that hit me, although I could not see her due to traffic, had a green light. Since I was turning left and went across her path I was ticketed. I was more than half way through the intersection when I saw her. Thank God I saw her. The consequences could have been much worse for both of us if I hadn’t gunned it trying to get out of her way. She ended up clipping the rear tire.
All in all, everyone was very nice. I don’t think the lady that hit me spoke English; she never said anything to me. When I spoke with her all she said was, “ok”. What she said ok to was actually not ok. We had found something lying on the side of the road. I thought it was from her car and told her it was there. It turned out it was from the back of our van. LOL There was someone with her that spoke English and was very kind.
The Tow truck driver arrived and had quite a hard time righting the van and readying it for towing. LOL, I had just filled the van up with gas to the tune of over $40! I wished I had a siphon at the time… $40 is $40! We had also just had a new engine installed.
I won’t bother to go into all the confusion of cleaning up the scene. [Bob arrived with 2 large empty containers to put all the “stuff” in. Yes, he was a boy scout! Fortunately he has a van also. Meeting the Tow truck driver at the repair place went miraculously well. The person that met us was on his way out the gate when we arrived! Had we been a minute or 2 later we would have missed him!
Oh, no, this isn’t the end of the story! LOL
Now, this accident seems pretty bad, right? Why would God allow this to happen, right? Well, funny you should ask. We have some friends that have been praying for new tires for their car. Everyone said they thought our van was totaled. When we finally got word that it was officially totaled our friend had 2 good tires. The other 2 were not recoverable. That was prayer # 1 answered.
After being told the car was probably totaled I felt I was to start finding another vehicle. For some reason, which I’m not even sure of even now while writing this, I started looking at energy efficient cars. I did my homework and here again, for some unknown reason was thinking of getting a Toyota Prius. Way out of our price range. BUT, it just so happens I had read the day before that Navy Federal was offering their customers a special low interest rate on a new or used car.
I found a car online in the Central Florida area and sent an email. I got a call back from a man that LOVES the Lord and felt me out to see if I was a believer or not. I never saw a car sales man that didn’t push to get you to buy. Instead we talked about the Lord more than the car. He told me what was available and for what price and said, “If God wants you to have this car it will still be here when you get the ok for the loan and news the van is totaled”. Now it took longer than usual to get the word on the van being totaled. It was close and came down to the availability of parts needed to make the repair and their cost.
We bought the car for only $166 dollars more than we wanted to spend. After much going back and forth with the “closer”. We were offered the same interest rate from the dealership and got the bumper to bumper insurance to go with it. God provided all this for what we had predetermined in our minds we were willing to pay per month. THANK YOU JESUS!
When the check comes in for the replacement of the car we will be debt free again except for the car payment. That we will work on by paying extra towards the principle each month and hopefully be out of debt again before we know it.
Oh, yes, about the money I wanted to borrow from out son? We have rebates coming from the bumper to bumper insurance we had on the van and for Sales Tax Reimbursement! We now have more than I was going to ask my son for and a more to set aside for those unexpected expenses.
So prayer # 2: God has blessed us with a bright blue 2008, slightly used (28,900 miles, one owner) with pristine interior, Toyota Prius! Above and beyond what we every would have bought on our own. I kept asking Bob, are you sure this is what we should buy.
Prayer # 3: I don’t need the money I was hoping to borrow from our son to continue the gathering of answers for the book.
Prayer # 4: We are out of debt except for the automobile which is a fraction of what most people pay for their home each month. Our home is paid for.
Prayer # 5: I love driving this car!!! I love computers and this is a computer on wheels!!
Prayer # 6: I have always loved riding or driving. It’s in my bones, and healing to my mind when I am stressed.
Prayer # 7: Only God knows how many people saw Him when the helped me at the accident. I remember vaguely praising God. Just our testimony of this accident has people absolutely amazed as they look at the pictures of the wreck.
People say, you were lucky or someone was with you. Believers know God was with me. I know God was with me. I felt like I was in a cocoon. There was no pain!! Absolutely no pain. No injuries. Well, I went to a regular adjustment for my back and x-rays showed my back and neck are messed up more because of the accident. They don’t hurt!! I hurt more from the adjustments to get my spine aligned than I did from the accident.
I say, God is good! God is GREAT!! After the accident happened I said. God’s been handed Lemons, I was excited to see the great lemonade that is going to come from it. Today we are drinking and greatly enjoying that lemonade.
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The works that Jesus did, you will do!
John 14:12 Verily, verily, I say unto you, you that believeth on me, the works that I do shall you do also; and greater works than these shall you do; because I go unto the Father.
Jesus speaking to His Disciples:
Verily, verily, I say unto you….
Not, Oh, by the way guys
Listen up you guys! This that I’m getting ready to say is VERY IMPORTANT!
He that believes on me….
His followers –
people that desire to be in His presence,
to really know Him and
to live for Him.
The works that I do (have been doing in your presence while here on the earth)
Some of those works include
Loving one another – even the sinner and unlovable.
Telling you what I have heard from the father.
Training you to carry on when I leave.
Doing miracles.
Shall you do also…. Yes, we are to do the very things Jesus did.
Loving one another – even the sinner and unlovable.
Telling others what you heard from me.
Training others to carry on for when you leave.
Doing miracles.
And GREATER works than these shall you do.
Our outreach is much greater than Jesus.
More people.
More ways to communicate.
But Lord HOW CAN I DO THESE THINGS??
Because I go to the Father.
Jesus had to be resurrected so the Holy Spirit could come to live in us.
When we pray to receive Jesus Christ He sends the Holy Spirit to live in us and do all that Jesus did while on earth.
Holy Spirit living in us guides us in all that we are to do to be what God created us to be and do.
Think and pray about this verse and what it means.
Because of Jesus death & resurrection He sent the Holy Spirit to live in and through us.
We now have the same power Jesus had while He walked on the earth.
Power to raise the dead, heal the sick, minister and do all that He desires as the Holy Spirit leads!
That’s heavy.
The power is in us because Jesus was resurrected.
He does not lie.
The Holy Spirit will guide you in everything you do.
Now to walk in the power of Jesus Christ, using His name to do all that He did and GREATER WORKS than these shall we do!!
POWERFUL WORDS we need to ingest them and walk in them!
In the name of Jesus Christ!
God bless, keep and direct you in all that you do!
Jesus speaking to His Disciples:
Verily, verily, I say unto you….
Not, Oh, by the way guys
Listen up you guys! This that I’m getting ready to say is VERY IMPORTANT!
He that believes on me….
His followers –
people that desire to be in His presence,
to really know Him and
to live for Him.
The works that I do (have been doing in your presence while here on the earth)
Some of those works include
Loving one another – even the sinner and unlovable.
Telling you what I have heard from the father.
Training you to carry on when I leave.
Doing miracles.
Shall you do also…. Yes, we are to do the very things Jesus did.
Loving one another – even the sinner and unlovable.
Telling others what you heard from me.
Training others to carry on for when you leave.
Doing miracles.
And GREATER works than these shall you do.
Our outreach is much greater than Jesus.
More people.
More ways to communicate.
But Lord HOW CAN I DO THESE THINGS??
Because I go to the Father.
Jesus had to be resurrected so the Holy Spirit could come to live in us.
When we pray to receive Jesus Christ He sends the Holy Spirit to live in us and do all that Jesus did while on earth.
Holy Spirit living in us guides us in all that we are to do to be what God created us to be and do.
Think and pray about this verse and what it means.
Because of Jesus death & resurrection He sent the Holy Spirit to live in and through us.
We now have the same power Jesus had while He walked on the earth.
Power to raise the dead, heal the sick, minister and do all that He desires as the Holy Spirit leads!
That’s heavy.
The power is in us because Jesus was resurrected.
He does not lie.
The Holy Spirit will guide you in everything you do.
Now to walk in the power of Jesus Christ, using His name to do all that He did and GREATER WORKS than these shall we do!!
POWERFUL WORDS we need to ingest them and walk in them!
In the name of Jesus Christ!
God bless, keep and direct you in all that you do!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009 Adventure
Well thanksgiving has come and gone for another year.
My mother used to host Thanksgiving every year for the whole family.
She’d buy a 20 lb or more bird.
Oh, my, cleaning out the gizzards, heart and liver. Flashback to when I was young. Definitely not my favorite part of preparing the turkey! I guess I need to explain this flashback It's probably back in the early 50’s. Things were so different back then. They were such innocent days for me.
Then mom would make her special stuffing with stale bread, milk, onion, a couple of raw eggs and lots of margarine with some seasonings. Now that stuffing, packed into the 2 crevices of that big bird was the highlight of the whole meal for me. My mom preferred the gravy she made from scratch. She poured it over everything on her plate except the cranberry sauce.
Mom would cook for days before the feast; pies and vegetables of all kinds. Some of them I never knew existed except on Thanksgiving.
We’d all sit around the table, smile at each other. As we got older and married that smile was sometimes through gritted teeth. But that was the one day each year Mom insisted we call a truce on our differences and pretend we not only loved but liked each other!
The older Mom got the bigger the families became as children married and bore her grandchildren. The differences became greater also. One year Mom announced she was getting too old to cook it all by herself any longer. So we 2 daughters and 1 daughter-in-law started helping by bringing vegetables and desserts. Mom still worked her miracle on the Turkey.
I remember one day when I was in my late teens I decided to help Mom with the clean up after everyone had left. She was getting the large chunks of meat and stuffing off the bird and preparing to put the bones into a pot of water to make soup. I offered to get all the meat and dressing off the bones for her. Well, Mom had a good laugh as she saw me turning green. That was the first time I realized this was a bird and lots of weird thoughts were racing through my head. All I know is I couldn’t finish the job I had promised to do. I was feeling very sick and about to lose that wonderful meal we had earlier in the day.
One fateful year Mom took me aside. Unfortunately for me, I was the eldest daughter; my sister was 12 years younger. Mom announced it was time for me to have the Thanksgiving meals at my house. We had a bigger home, larger kitchen and everyone could fit around the table we had because it came with several extra leafs and we all fit around it. Except the children; Dad always insisted they had to sit at another table. He often said, “Children are to be seen and not heard.”
Boy, have things changed since then. I won’t get started on that.
To my dismay the mantel fell on me and I had to host the Turkey Day festivities. Cooking a large meal for a large number of people just wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. I never could get the bird to cooperate like Mom did. It would slip and slide all over the place as I tried to stuff its cavities. The bird always had to be prepared and stuffed the night before. That was Mom’s secret recipe for her fantastic bird. She’d stuff it and put it in the oven on 200 degrees and let it slowly cook under a tent of “tin” foil. In the morning she would take the tin foil (oh, today it is called aluminum foil) off the bird, turn the oven up too brown the bird and declare it done around noon time. I never was able to get the timing right either. Her delicious moist bird was dry and overcooked when I was the “chef”.
I’ll never forget the very first time I tried to bake a turkey on my own. I was 23 and pregnant with my second child. No, I was very pregnant….. no, I was extremely pregnant with my second child. I overcooked the bird and it was very brown. I was crying when my husband took a picture of me and the bird, with our almost 2 year old first born. My very first Thanksgiving Turkey was a disaster and I have it recorded for posterity.
Yes, I was very emotional that day. I gave birth to daughter number 2 the day after Thanksgiving.
Now, jump to 2009. We have blended families with 3 children, 2 spouses, 5 grandchildren with 2 spouses and 5 great grandchildren between them. Three of the grandchildren are not married with one still in high school. All great grandchildren are under 10.
Fortunately not everyone was able to make it. My son had said something about 18 people attending. I must admit I never did count how many actually showed up.
The parents of our sons’ wife are in town visiting from Chicago area. No one had a big enough home to comfortable handle 18 people.
Our son and his wife were in charge, by default I guess. They have the largest house. They had a good idea for all of us to go to Disney Worlds Polynesian Hotel for the Hawaiian Luau. Excellent idea, great food and show under a beautiful sky with the temperatures in the 70’s.
He contacted the hotel in plenty of time to make reservations. Well, there was one little glitch. Locals can’t make reservations until the deadline has passed for people staying in the hotel to make their reservations. But he was assured there would be no problem.
Yes, problem!! The hotel guests took all the reservations. Now my son is scrambling. Now what will we do? After much hunting and thinking, it was decided we would go to the Fort Wilderness Bar-B-Q. It was also, outside with a turkey meal with all the trimmings and Disney Characters. OK, sounds good. Later we realized it was a buffet. No wait staff. They did have a country band performing. We were the 3rd seating for the day at 6 pm. We were to arrive by 5:30 and take a bus to the Wilderness location. Guess I won’t be wearing the very dressy outfit I had planned on wearing.
It was decided we would spend some time with our # 2 daughter and husband that travel and work out of the area most of the year at our # 1 daughter’s house for snacks around lunch time. But she has a very small home so no body else in the extended family was invited.
My husband and I are very prompt people. She said we could come any time after 10am. We had said we would arrive around 11 am. And we did, I believe we pulled into her driveway at 10:59.
#1 daughter greeted us with a nice smile and hug.
We learned a little later she slept in till 9:30 and wasn’t ready yet. Of course her father, my husband, had skipped breakfast so he could eat at her house. It was my brilliant idea for him to do that since at 9:30 he still hadn’t eaten breakfast.
She served some salsa and chips to keep him from chewing his elbow off while she got busy preparing the rest of the snacks.
Daughter # 2 and her husband were running late. They were provisioning for their sailing trip the next day and another in January.
We snacked and waited and waited. We turned on TV but one parade was over and I guess the other was rained out.
At around 12 we thought they had arrived and unexpectedly our son, wife and in-laws dropped in. They were out riding around. They were quite surprised to see us sitting there. Fortunately they took it very well and understood the small home etc.
They were showing the parents Deanna’s home so they could see what was available and about what they can expect to pay for a home the size of daughter #1’s home.
Back to waiting for daughter #2 after son and family leave. We finally decided to play a game to pass the time. We didn’t know daughter #2 had an emergency. They arrived around 1 and the party got going. Lots of snacks and conversation.
I was so stressed by the whole situation I suddenly started crying over nothing and then started laughing almost hysterically over nothing.
I wish I could say the difficult part of the day was behind us. But no, it wasn’t.
After eating we all sat down to see pictures on a CD of daughter # 2 life the past 10 months as they traveled. My hubby and I fell asleep, not a nice thing to do.
The past few days had been very hectic and to all of a sudden stop and be relaxed and have a full stomach was too much for us. FYI, we’re 68 and find stress is harder to handle the older we get. We live with peace and quiet in our home. When we go out in public and interact with more than 2 people we stress.
We left to go to son’s house to visit with his blended family before going to Fort Wilderness at Disney World. More relaxing, but having already had a nap we were able to stay awake. We only had a half hour to visit before leaving for our seating at Fort Wilderness.
Well, come 5 pm everyone had arrived except daughter # 2 and her son # 2. Son and brother-in-law had just poured drinks and decided to finish them before leaving.
I decide not to look at my watch any more. I was not in charge so I’d just chill.
All of a sudden it was decided we really needed to leave. Daughter # 1 was asked to lead the caravan to Fort Wilderness.
Daughter # 1’s car gets in line. Then our car and where’s daughter # 2? The young family of our 2 adorable great-grand-children takes off on their own. Oh well, guess they know how to get there on their own.
Wait and wait for Daughter # 2 and husband and son, wife and Chicago visitors.
Nothing. Wait. Daughter # 1 gets out of car. What’s taking them so long, we’re going to be late for our 6 pm seating. She gets her A type personality from me.
She goes to check and see what’s up. Daughter # 2 and husband come and pull in behind us. Where’s Sons car? Oh, here they come. We start to go and then young family with 2 kids come racing towards us.
We wait and wait and daughter # 1 decides at least some of us have to be there before 6!! So she takes off so we and daughter # 2 take off. No sign of the last 2 cars. A couple of miles later they somehow caught up to us! OK, our 5 car caravan is doing fine. (Never did find out why young family came racing back. I forgot to ask!) Finally we pull onto the short cut daughter # 1 is taking us via.
We stop at stop sign and I hear a horn honking. We all go and then I notice son has turned where he’s supposed to be going straight. He’s no longer following us. We all have cell phones and no call was made that I know of. Daughter # 1 leading the caravan has no idea we have lost our son, her brother. Oh, did I tell you he has all the tickets for us to get in? No, I didn’t think so.
We arrive and there are no parking places. We loose young couple they zig when we zag. We find 3 parking spaces all together in the corner of the last row. Well that worked out real well for us.
By now we only have 10 minutes to make it for the 6 o’clock seating and we still have to get the shuttle bus to the area.
We start walking and follow the sign to the bus pick-up area. Young family catch up to us and we all decide to go to bus. Young family calls our son. “Where are you?” Son tells her we missed the turn. OK, what do you want us to do? “Wait, I’ll turn around and be there in a minute.”
Wishful thinking. His GPS took them all kinds of places but not to Fort Wilderness. (Later we learn he left the caravan in the first place because the GPS told him too. We’ve decided we’re not going to let him live this down ever. Sister # 1 works at Disney and knows their roads like the back of her hand!) Young family calls our son again. Son is lost! But he says, stay where you are I’ll be there in a minute.
OK, who believes he will be there in a minute?? You’re right. He was wrong.
We’re all stressing. As we watch the clock click closer to 6. Young family calls again for instructions. “We’re almost there.” Now child of young family who has been crying because she sees a vending machine and wants something to eat because she’s hungry (4 years old) needs to go to the bathroom. They take off looking for a bathroom.
I could feel this urge to scream welling up inside me. I finally decide nothing I can do will change the fact we are going to be late for out seating. Getting upset isn’t going to change a thing. Oh, did I tell you I’m an A type personality? Husband and I are always on time or a little early for everything we go to. We leave extra time just in case.
After what seems like an eternity, young family returns with happy smiling 4 year old precious child.
I walk up to meet them and ask have they heard anything more. “Yes, they are here and right behind us.” I don’t see anyone behind them.
I spread the news to all the others. They are here. They arrive and now we concentrate on looking for the correct bus to take us to the Bar-B-Q. Bus after bus goes by. One for yellow area and another headed to purple area.
Ah, I see a bus arrive that says Fort Wilderness. YIPPEE! By now it’s after 6. All of a sudden I see the destination of the bus change to Disney! NO!! We’re LATE, we have to get to Fort Wilderness! I scream silently to myself.
Then in the distance I see another bus that says Fort Wilderness.
Yippee, this bus didn’t change it’s destination!
Yes, this is the bus to the Thanksgiving dinner. We all jump on. OK, let’s go! It closes the doors and pulls up a few feet. The driver opens the doors and gets off and announces its destination loudly and more people slowly, get on.
By now I’m trying very hard not to stress but I’m doing a lousy job of it! Finally she gets on the bus and we take off. When we finally arrive it is 10 minutes after 6. Son announces he is going to run ahead because the tickets are only good until 6:15!!
The rest of us walk behind at different paces. Sister # 1 is stressed even more than I am. She finds a cast member and gets help because we don’t know where to go and we’re all wandering around. Fortunately the employee takes us to the corner and points in the distance to where we are to go.
Everything should be fine right? Wrong. Husband from Chicago has to go to the bathroom and heads back to the restroom. Did you ever feel like getting in the fetal position right there on the sidewalk in front of everyone and I don’t mean just our group.
Sister # 1 and brother-in-law quickly make a plan. We are told to go on. Sister # 1 goes back to outside the restroom. Brother-in-law waits at corner to see where we end up so he can instruct them how to go.
Are we having fun yet?
Son is waving come on as we and young family walk up. Son waves towards our table off in the distance. That’s were we’ll be sitting. Young family and us head to table. I hear employees say party of 10 is slowly arriving.
Would you believe it just dawned on me as I’m writing this, we only had 10 in our group!! It just seemed like 20!
We finally arrive, then daughter # 1 and her son. Husband and I go get food. Then others go get food. Before I left to get food I notice husband of young family returning with BIG plate of food. How did he do that so quick??? My head is still back on where to sit and wondering if where everyone wants to sit.
I return with my food, lost my husband somehow, hope he can find his way back on his own.
My goodness, there is young family husband coming back to the table with another big plate of food! He sure moves fast. I guess he was really hungry.
Disney characters are all over the place and the young family’s child is all excited. Lots of pictures. Almost one year old baby is wondering what is going on. She’s munching on food and quite content.
The Country band is going full swing and people are dancing all over the place. They got here an hour ago and are all through eating.
As I watch them I wonder who’s having the most fun the parents or the children. I think it was the parents!!
Everyone seems to have a great time. One the way out I heard our 4 year old wiped off Mickey Mouse’s shoe. I guess some food got spilled on it. As a result Mickey places both his hands over his heart (characters don’t speak) and hugs her and spends several minutes letting her know she was very special.
The bus ride back daughter #2’s husband asks if I had fun today. I think I said it was a memorable day and yes, it was fun. I said it was the first time I’d ever been late for a function. He couldn’t believe it and asked why my daughter #2 didn’t get that gene from me.
I don’t know – some things in life are unable to be explained.
Mom, you would have gotten a big kick out of our Thanksgiving Day this year. I miss you and dad.
My mother used to host Thanksgiving every year for the whole family.
She’d buy a 20 lb or more bird.
Oh, my, cleaning out the gizzards, heart and liver. Flashback to when I was young. Definitely not my favorite part of preparing the turkey! I guess I need to explain this flashback It's probably back in the early 50’s. Things were so different back then. They were such innocent days for me.
Then mom would make her special stuffing with stale bread, milk, onion, a couple of raw eggs and lots of margarine with some seasonings. Now that stuffing, packed into the 2 crevices of that big bird was the highlight of the whole meal for me. My mom preferred the gravy she made from scratch. She poured it over everything on her plate except the cranberry sauce.
Mom would cook for days before the feast; pies and vegetables of all kinds. Some of them I never knew existed except on Thanksgiving.
We’d all sit around the table, smile at each other. As we got older and married that smile was sometimes through gritted teeth. But that was the one day each year Mom insisted we call a truce on our differences and pretend we not only loved but liked each other!
The older Mom got the bigger the families became as children married and bore her grandchildren. The differences became greater also. One year Mom announced she was getting too old to cook it all by herself any longer. So we 2 daughters and 1 daughter-in-law started helping by bringing vegetables and desserts. Mom still worked her miracle on the Turkey.
I remember one day when I was in my late teens I decided to help Mom with the clean up after everyone had left. She was getting the large chunks of meat and stuffing off the bird and preparing to put the bones into a pot of water to make soup. I offered to get all the meat and dressing off the bones for her. Well, Mom had a good laugh as she saw me turning green. That was the first time I realized this was a bird and lots of weird thoughts were racing through my head. All I know is I couldn’t finish the job I had promised to do. I was feeling very sick and about to lose that wonderful meal we had earlier in the day.
One fateful year Mom took me aside. Unfortunately for me, I was the eldest daughter; my sister was 12 years younger. Mom announced it was time for me to have the Thanksgiving meals at my house. We had a bigger home, larger kitchen and everyone could fit around the table we had because it came with several extra leafs and we all fit around it. Except the children; Dad always insisted they had to sit at another table. He often said, “Children are to be seen and not heard.”
Boy, have things changed since then. I won’t get started on that.
To my dismay the mantel fell on me and I had to host the Turkey Day festivities. Cooking a large meal for a large number of people just wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. I never could get the bird to cooperate like Mom did. It would slip and slide all over the place as I tried to stuff its cavities. The bird always had to be prepared and stuffed the night before. That was Mom’s secret recipe for her fantastic bird. She’d stuff it and put it in the oven on 200 degrees and let it slowly cook under a tent of “tin” foil. In the morning she would take the tin foil (oh, today it is called aluminum foil) off the bird, turn the oven up too brown the bird and declare it done around noon time. I never was able to get the timing right either. Her delicious moist bird was dry and overcooked when I was the “chef”.
I’ll never forget the very first time I tried to bake a turkey on my own. I was 23 and pregnant with my second child. No, I was very pregnant….. no, I was extremely pregnant with my second child. I overcooked the bird and it was very brown. I was crying when my husband took a picture of me and the bird, with our almost 2 year old first born. My very first Thanksgiving Turkey was a disaster and I have it recorded for posterity.
Yes, I was very emotional that day. I gave birth to daughter number 2 the day after Thanksgiving.
Now, jump to 2009. We have blended families with 3 children, 2 spouses, 5 grandchildren with 2 spouses and 5 great grandchildren between them. Three of the grandchildren are not married with one still in high school. All great grandchildren are under 10.
Fortunately not everyone was able to make it. My son had said something about 18 people attending. I must admit I never did count how many actually showed up.
The parents of our sons’ wife are in town visiting from Chicago area. No one had a big enough home to comfortable handle 18 people.
Our son and his wife were in charge, by default I guess. They have the largest house. They had a good idea for all of us to go to Disney Worlds Polynesian Hotel for the Hawaiian Luau. Excellent idea, great food and show under a beautiful sky with the temperatures in the 70’s.
He contacted the hotel in plenty of time to make reservations. Well, there was one little glitch. Locals can’t make reservations until the deadline has passed for people staying in the hotel to make their reservations. But he was assured there would be no problem.
Yes, problem!! The hotel guests took all the reservations. Now my son is scrambling. Now what will we do? After much hunting and thinking, it was decided we would go to the Fort Wilderness Bar-B-Q. It was also, outside with a turkey meal with all the trimmings and Disney Characters. OK, sounds good. Later we realized it was a buffet. No wait staff. They did have a country band performing. We were the 3rd seating for the day at 6 pm. We were to arrive by 5:30 and take a bus to the Wilderness location. Guess I won’t be wearing the very dressy outfit I had planned on wearing.
It was decided we would spend some time with our # 2 daughter and husband that travel and work out of the area most of the year at our # 1 daughter’s house for snacks around lunch time. But she has a very small home so no body else in the extended family was invited.
My husband and I are very prompt people. She said we could come any time after 10am. We had said we would arrive around 11 am. And we did, I believe we pulled into her driveway at 10:59.
#1 daughter greeted us with a nice smile and hug.
We learned a little later she slept in till 9:30 and wasn’t ready yet. Of course her father, my husband, had skipped breakfast so he could eat at her house.
She served some salsa and chips to keep him from chewing his elbow off while she got busy preparing the rest of the snacks.
Daughter # 2 and her husband were running late. They were provisioning for their sailing trip the next day and another in January.
We snacked and waited and waited. We turned on TV but one parade was over and I guess the other was rained out.
At around 12 we thought they had arrived and unexpectedly our son, wife and in-laws dropped in. They were out riding around. They were quite surprised to see us sitting there. Fortunately they took it very well and understood the small home etc.
They were showing the parents Deanna’s home so they could see what was available and about what they can expect to pay for a home the size of daughter #1’s home.
Back to waiting for daughter #2 after son and family leave. We finally decided to play a game to pass the time. We didn’t know daughter #2 had an emergency. They arrived around 1 and the party got going. Lots of snacks and conversation.
I was so stressed by the whole situation I suddenly started crying over nothing and then started laughing almost hysterically over nothing.
I wish I could say the difficult part of the day was behind us. But no, it wasn’t.
After eating we all sat down to see pictures on a CD of daughter # 2 life the past 10 months as they traveled. My hubby and I fell asleep, not a nice thing to do.
The past few days had been very hectic and to all of a sudden stop and be relaxed and have a full stomach was too much for us. FYI, we’re 68 and find stress is harder to handle the older we get. We live with peace and quiet in our home. When we go out in public and interact with more than 2 people we stress.
We left to go to son’s house to visit with his blended family before going to Fort Wilderness at Disney World. More relaxing, but having already had a nap we were able to stay awake. We only had a half hour to visit before leaving for our seating at Fort Wilderness.
Well, come 5 pm everyone had arrived except daughter # 2 and her son # 2. Son and brother-in-law had just poured drinks and decided to finish them before leaving.
I decide not to look at my watch any more. I was not in charge so I’d just chill.
All of a sudden it was decided we really needed to leave. Daughter # 1 was asked to lead the caravan to Fort Wilderness.
Daughter # 1’s car gets in line. Then our car and where’s daughter # 2? The young family of our 2 adorable great-grand-children takes off on their own. Oh well, guess they know how to get there on their own.
Wait and wait for Daughter # 2 and husband and son, wife and Chicago visitors.
Nothing. Wait. Daughter # 1 gets out of car. What’s taking them so long, we’re going to be late for our 6 pm seating. She gets her A type personality from me.
She goes to check and see what’s up. Daughter # 2 and husband come and pull in behind us. Where’s Sons car? Oh, here they come. We start to go and then young family with 2 kids come racing towards us.
We wait and wait and daughter # 1 decides at least some of us have to be there before 6!! So she takes off so we and daughter # 2 take off. No sign of the last 2 cars. A couple of miles later they somehow caught up to us! OK, our 5 car caravan is doing fine. (Never did find out why young family came racing back. I forgot to ask!) Finally we pull onto the short cut daughter # 1 is taking us via.
We stop at stop sign and I hear a horn honking. We all go and then I notice son has turned where he’s supposed to be going straight. He’s no longer following us. We all have cell phones and no call was made that I know of. Daughter # 1 leading the caravan has no idea we have lost our son, her brother. Oh, did I tell you he has all the tickets for us to get in? No, I didn’t think so.
We arrive and there are no parking places. We loose young couple they zig when we zag. We find 3 parking spaces all together in the corner of the last row. Well that worked out real well for us.
By now we only have 10 minutes to make it for the 6 o’clock seating and we still have to get the shuttle bus to the area.
We start walking and follow the sign to the bus pick-up area. Young family catch up to us and we all decide to go to bus. Young family calls our son. “Where are you?” Son tells her we missed the turn. OK, what do you want us to do? “Wait, I’ll turn around and be there in a minute.”
Wishful thinking. His GPS took them all kinds of places but not to Fort Wilderness. (Later we learn he left the caravan in the first place because the GPS told him too. We’ve decided we’re not going to let him live this down ever. Sister # 1 works at Disney and knows their roads like the back of her hand!) Young family calls our son again. Son is lost! But he says, stay where you are I’ll be there in a minute.
OK, who believes he will be there in a minute?? You’re right. He was wrong.
We’re all stressing. As we watch the clock click closer to 6. Young family calls again for instructions. “We’re almost there.” Now child of young family who has been crying because she sees a vending machine and wants something to eat because she’s hungry (4 years old) needs to go to the bathroom. They take off looking for a bathroom.
I could feel this urge to scream welling up inside me. I finally decide nothing I can do will change the fact we are going to be late for out seating. Getting upset isn’t going to change a thing. Oh, did I tell you I’m an A type personality? Husband and I are always on time or a little early for everything we go to. We leave extra time just in case.
After what seems like an eternity, young family returns with happy smiling 4 year old precious child.
I walk up to meet them and ask have they heard anything more. “Yes, they are here and right behind us.” I don’t see anyone behind them.
I spread the news to all the others. They are here. They arrive and now we concentrate on looking for the correct bus to take us to the Bar-B-Q. Bus after bus goes by. One for yellow area and another headed to purple area.
Ah, I see a bus arrive that says Fort Wilderness. YIPPEE! By now it’s after 6. All of a sudden I see the destination of the bus change to Disney! NO!! We’re LATE, we have to get to Fort Wilderness! I scream silently to myself.
Then in the distance I see another bus that says Fort Wilderness.
Yippee, this bus didn’t change it’s destination!
Yes, this is the bus to the Thanksgiving dinner. We all jump on. OK, let’s go! It closes the doors and pulls up a few feet. The driver opens the doors and gets off and announces its destination loudly and more people slowly, get on.
By now I’m trying very hard not to stress but I’m doing a lousy job of it! Finally she gets on the bus and we take off. When we finally arrive it is 10 minutes after 6. Son announces he is going to run ahead because the tickets are only good until 6:15!!
The rest of us walk behind at different paces. Sister # 1 is stressed even more than I am. She finds a cast member and gets help because we don’t know where to go and we’re all wandering around. Fortunately the employee takes us to the corner and points in the distance to where we are to go.
Everything should be fine right? Wrong. Husband from Chicago has to go to the bathroom and heads back to the restroom. Did you ever feel like getting in the fetal position right there on the sidewalk in front of everyone and I don’t mean just our group.
Sister # 1 and brother-in-law quickly make a plan. We are told to go on. Sister # 1 goes back to outside the restroom. Brother-in-law waits at corner to see where we end up so he can instruct them how to go.
Are we having fun yet?
Son is waving come on as we and young family walk up. Son waves towards our table off in the distance. That’s were we’ll be sitting. Young family and us head to table. I hear employees say party of 10 is slowly arriving.
Would you believe it just dawned on me as I’m writing this, we only had 10 in our group!! It just seemed like 20!
We finally arrive, then daughter # 1 and her son. Husband and I go get food. Then others go get food. Before I left to get food I notice husband of young family returning with BIG plate of food. How did he do that so quick??? My head is still back on where to sit and wondering if where everyone wants to sit.
I return with my food, lost my husband somehow, hope he can find his way back on his own.
My goodness, there is young family husband coming back to the table with another big plate of food! He sure moves fast. I guess he was really hungry.
Disney characters are all over the place and the young family’s child is all excited. Lots of pictures. Almost one year old baby is wondering what is going on. She’s munching on food and quite content.
The Country band is going full swing and people are dancing all over the place. They got here an hour ago and are all through eating.
As I watch them I wonder who’s having the most fun the parents or the children. I think it was the parents!!
Everyone seems to have a great time. One the way out I heard our 4 year old wiped off Mickey Mouse’s shoe. I guess some food got spilled on it. As a result Mickey places both his hands over his heart (characters don’t speak) and hugs her and spends several minutes letting her know she was very special.
The bus ride back daughter #2’s husband asks if I had fun today. I think I said it was a memorable day and yes, it was fun. I said it was the first time I’d ever been late for a function. He couldn’t believe it and asked why my daughter #2 didn’t get that gene from me.
I don’t know – some things in life are unable to be explained.
Mom, you would have gotten a big kick out of our Thanksgiving Day this year. I miss you and dad.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
It Only Takes A SPARK to Get A FIRE Going!
A while ago God spoke to me to disciple 2 women. He asked me to pour into them what He had been teaching me about Him these past several months.
The first day we met I had nothing prepared! I’d been asking God what He wanted me to do this first day.
“Nothing….. “
Then the night before the meeting when I was beginning to panic, I asked Him again, what am I to prepare for tomorrow? He said, “Ask them what they think I see when I look at them.”
Okay…..??
I had them write down their answers and they shared their answers. God took over the group. We had a fantastic time discussing what God sees when He looks at us and why.
From the beginning God just wouldn’t let me let go of the question. I would ponder it and wonder why I have this obsession. Although I didn’t know why, I asked more people to answer God’s question.
He told me to send out an email to all my Christian friends asking them to answer the question anonymously.
I started receiving answers and I thought. “This would make an interesting article.” The more I read the answers, the more God showed me that my preconceived notion of why He was having me ask this question was wrong!
Many answers I could tell were given after the person gave much thought to the question. I was amazed at what the people were saying!
God spoke to me again. This time He said, “This is not going to be an article it is going to be a book!”
HUH?? A book, written by me????
YUP, A book, written by you!
OK, how am I to put all this together into a book? SILENCE……..
Uh, Lord, I want to get writing.
What do you want me to do and how???
Um. . . . WHEN??
More silence.
I felt He wanted me to post this question on some Christian groups I discovered on Facebook.
I found and started writing and blogging on thoughts.com and asked the question there also.
Okay, Lord, I’m waiting for more direction……… please????
Then one day, when I had about given up, God gave me the next step.
Do I have to?? I’m the kind that likes to write from my heart, just let it flow. God told me to study scripture and quote it to back up what my heart was saying. I’m not one that enjoys research.
Yes, I’m really enjoying it now!
So the question for 2 ladies, and I thought would be an article for a blog is now becoming a book. . . . .written by me.
God you are so awesome!
I’ve found a publisher and hope I’m correct in targeting having the manuscript ready in March. That’s what came into my head one day.
We’ll see, you know how God is . . . . one just never knows the full picture until you have finished the project. But what an exciting journey it is!
Oh, you're probably wondering about the title of this.
The Spark is the idea from God
The Fire is the result of the Spark. In this case a BOOK!!
Update: I now have 100 or so answers to the question. If you are a Christian and would like to send your answers to this question please send them to ljc747@yahoo.com. All answers will be published anonymously so please be honest and open about your answer. I anticiapte cut off date of January 31, 2010 for submission of answers to question for book. That's not as far off as it seems!
The first day we met I had nothing prepared! I’d been asking God what He wanted me to do this first day.
“Nothing….. “
Then the night before the meeting when I was beginning to panic, I asked Him again, what am I to prepare for tomorrow? He said, “Ask them what they think I see when I look at them.”
Okay…..??
I had them write down their answers and they shared their answers. God took over the group. We had a fantastic time discussing what God sees when He looks at us and why.
From the beginning God just wouldn’t let me let go of the question. I would ponder it and wonder why I have this obsession. Although I didn’t know why, I asked more people to answer God’s question.
He told me to send out an email to all my Christian friends asking them to answer the question anonymously.
I started receiving answers and I thought. “This would make an interesting article.” The more I read the answers, the more God showed me that my preconceived notion of why He was having me ask this question was wrong!
Many answers I could tell were given after the person gave much thought to the question. I was amazed at what the people were saying!
God spoke to me again. This time He said, “This is not going to be an article it is going to be a book!”
HUH?? A book, written by me????
YUP, A book, written by you!
OK, how am I to put all this together into a book? SILENCE……..
Uh, Lord, I want to get writing.
What do you want me to do and how???
Um. . . . WHEN??
More silence.
I felt He wanted me to post this question on some Christian groups I discovered on Facebook.
I found and started writing and blogging on thoughts.com and asked the question there also.
Okay, Lord, I’m waiting for more direction……… please????
Then one day, when I had about given up, God gave me the next step.
Do I have to?? I’m the kind that likes to write from my heart, just let it flow. God told me to study scripture and quote it to back up what my heart was saying. I’m not one that enjoys research.
Yes, I’m really enjoying it now!
So the question for 2 ladies, and I thought would be an article for a blog is now becoming a book. . . . .written by me.
God you are so awesome!
I’ve found a publisher and hope I’m correct in targeting having the manuscript ready in March. That’s what came into my head one day.
We’ll see, you know how God is . . . . one just never knows the full picture until you have finished the project. But what an exciting journey it is!
Oh, you're probably wondering about the title of this.
The Spark is the idea from God
The Fire is the result of the Spark. In this case a BOOK!!
Update: I now have 100 or so answers to the question. If you are a Christian and would like to send your answers to this question please send them to ljc747@yahoo.com. All answers will be published anonymously so please be honest and open about your answer. I anticiapte cut off date of January 31, 2010 for submission of answers to question for book. That's not as far off as it seems!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Do You Ever Wonder About God?
It wasn't until I was 30 that I started wondering about God. Who he was etc.
In my late 20's a neighbor had come over to tell me all about Jesus and His dying on the cross for my sins so that I could be forgiven by God for my sins and have everlasting life and a personal relationship with God. I thanked her for her time and for telling me about Jesus, but I couldn't invite Him into my life because it didn't make sense to me.
So when I turned 30 it was crisis time. When younger you have such big plans for your life. Then at 30 you look at the reality of life and you realize it isn't what you expected. Personally for me I didn't like what my life was. A friend told me about a Bible Study she was going to. So my husband who had just completed a course in college on the Bible and I decided to visit the group and see if we wanted to come back. We met a lot of friendly, down to earth people. In a few weeks we were given the gospel again and in silent prayer it was suggested we pray to receive Jesus.
Well, duh! I knew I was unhappy with the way my life was going. So with my usual cocky attitude I prayed. Lord, IF YOU ARE WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE AND IF YOU REALLY ARE GOD AND REALLY DIED FOR MY SINS. If you really are, then I want to give my life to you because I'm not happy with what I've done with it. So I said, I know I am a sinner and you died for my sins so I could be forgiven and have everlasting life and a personal relationship with you. Thank you for dying for me. If you are real please come into my life. . . .
Nothing happened, I felt exactly the same as before I prayed that prayer. So I figured nothing happened. God knew my thoughts. When we started to leave the Bible Study I felt like I was walking several feet off the ground. It startled me and I looked down to see if my feet were on the ground. They were, but I wasn't. I was confused and then inside I realized it was God letting me know He had heard my prayer and had answered it.
How would God answer if you were to give your life to Him? I have no idea. God knows your heart and He knows how to let you know He has heard your prayer. If nothing else you will know because your attitude will change. Little things will change or you will do them differently. He will move at your pace when it comes to teaching you about Him.
I do suggest you read Romans 3:23, Romans 6:23, Romand 5:8 and Romans 10:8, 9, 10, 11 and 13. If you don't have a Bible go to Biblegateway.com and look up these passages. I suggest you use the Amplified version or Living Bible. King James can be a bit difficult to understand.
As you can tell, I did not completely believe before I prayed but God made me a believer. I pray you will give God a try. In Isaiah, in the old testament, God said: "I was found by those who sought Me not. I became manifest to those who did not ask for Me."
Give God a try, what have you got to lose? What do you have to gain! Treasure unspeakable. It is life changing in a very good way. Does praying to God mean you'll never have hard times? No. Does it mean you'll be come wealthy regarding possessions and money? No, But God has a wealth that surpasses that kind of wealth. He does make several promises. One is that you will always have what you need. Not necessarily what you want, but what you need.
God reveal yourself to the person reading this in a way that He will know and will realize that you are who you say you are. When he/she gives his/her life to you he/she is set free from the bondage of the Old Testament and because of your death on the cross all sins are all forgiven and he/she now lives under the teaching of the Holy Spirit thru the New Testament. Help him/her to understand now to walk in the freedom of a New Testament Christian.
Contact me if you wish to ask questions or chat about being a Christian.
In my late 20's a neighbor had come over to tell me all about Jesus and His dying on the cross for my sins so that I could be forgiven by God for my sins and have everlasting life and a personal relationship with God. I thanked her for her time and for telling me about Jesus, but I couldn't invite Him into my life because it didn't make sense to me.
So when I turned 30 it was crisis time. When younger you have such big plans for your life. Then at 30 you look at the reality of life and you realize it isn't what you expected. Personally for me I didn't like what my life was. A friend told me about a Bible Study she was going to. So my husband who had just completed a course in college on the Bible and I decided to visit the group and see if we wanted to come back. We met a lot of friendly, down to earth people. In a few weeks we were given the gospel again and in silent prayer it was suggested we pray to receive Jesus.
Well, duh! I knew I was unhappy with the way my life was going. So with my usual cocky attitude I prayed. Lord, IF YOU ARE WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE AND IF YOU REALLY ARE GOD AND REALLY DIED FOR MY SINS. If you really are, then I want to give my life to you because I'm not happy with what I've done with it. So I said, I know I am a sinner and you died for my sins so I could be forgiven and have everlasting life and a personal relationship with you. Thank you for dying for me. If you are real please come into my life. . . .
Nothing happened, I felt exactly the same as before I prayed that prayer. So I figured nothing happened. God knew my thoughts. When we started to leave the Bible Study I felt like I was walking several feet off the ground. It startled me and I looked down to see if my feet were on the ground. They were, but I wasn't. I was confused and then inside I realized it was God letting me know He had heard my prayer and had answered it.
How would God answer if you were to give your life to Him? I have no idea. God knows your heart and He knows how to let you know He has heard your prayer. If nothing else you will know because your attitude will change. Little things will change or you will do them differently. He will move at your pace when it comes to teaching you about Him.
I do suggest you read Romans 3:23, Romans 6:23, Romand 5:8 and Romans 10:8, 9, 10, 11 and 13. If you don't have a Bible go to Biblegateway.com and look up these passages. I suggest you use the Amplified version or Living Bible. King James can be a bit difficult to understand.
As you can tell, I did not completely believe before I prayed but God made me a believer. I pray you will give God a try. In Isaiah, in the old testament, God said: "I was found by those who sought Me not. I became manifest to those who did not ask for Me."
Give God a try, what have you got to lose? What do you have to gain! Treasure unspeakable. It is life changing in a very good way. Does praying to God mean you'll never have hard times? No. Does it mean you'll be come wealthy regarding possessions and money? No, But God has a wealth that surpasses that kind of wealth. He does make several promises. One is that you will always have what you need. Not necessarily what you want, but what you need.
God reveal yourself to the person reading this in a way that He will know and will realize that you are who you say you are. When he/she gives his/her life to you he/she is set free from the bondage of the Old Testament and because of your death on the cross all sins are all forgiven and he/she now lives under the teaching of the Holy Spirit thru the New Testament. Help him/her to understand now to walk in the freedom of a New Testament Christian.
Contact me if you wish to ask questions or chat about being a Christian.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Unmet Expectations and Disappointments
WHY! I worked so hard to have this happen!
This has been a week of disappointments and unmet expectations. The two seem to go hand in hand. “You can’t have one without the other”. For you younger folks, the part in quotation marks is from a song from the 40’s.
This was a get together of a group of about 10 friends that hadn’t seen each other in a few years. I started asking them if they wanted to get together in October several weeks ago. I got a list of dates available and after some preliminary research I picked one that I felt had a good chance of working for all of them.
Communication……I thought with email it would be so easy for everyone to hit reply, say a few words and we’d all be up to speed. That expectation bit the dust. Only 1 person kept in touch. She agreed to have the group meet at her place. But my expectation of the rest was unmet. Two days before the occasion and still no commitments from some of the people and a retracted commitment from 2 others I canceled the event.
Disappointment…..Life is too hectic I guess. I finally heard from people when I canceled the event. Why didn’t they care enough to answer my frantic email’s asking if they were coming?
Anger….I’ve been made aware of the fact I have anger issues. Yes, disappointments and unmet expectations do open the door to the emotion of anger. So, what does one do about anger?
Realize it is a destructive emotion and try not to allow it to fester inside you? Put you mind on other things? Guess what, it hurts when people let you down by not meeting your expectations. I can hear, “Suck it up and get on with your life”…being said by people. True, on the scale of life it is not that important. So I’m putting it in perspective and getting on with my life.
True, it is not that important in the scheme of life.Forgive and forget…..I can forgive them….and when I think I have forgotten anger rears its ugly head and reminds me of many issues I’ve forgiven but cannot get to the forgotten stage.
Like a pack rat husband. That in all honesty I love dearly. BUT, oh no! There’s that BUT word. I hate that word. People say: yes, BUT. Which means they aren’t really saying yes. Yes, I love my husband, BUT some of his behaviors cause me anger.
Can anyone else identify with that? I know, I know, just about everyone that is married can say that about their spouse. I say I love you but (that word again) I don’t like (fill in the blank) about you.
Suck it up honey, it goes with the package. Remember “for better or worse?” You got it.
Rambling….yes, I’m rambling. You see, I write about God a lot and now I’m complaining!
Murmuring they call it in the Old Testament. Yes, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt God chose this man to be my husband. And God did a fantastic job, except for these few flaws. If the truth were known I brought a lot more flaws to this marriage than my husband did. Yet we both love each other almost unconditionally. LOL ( I love lol, maybe it should be gol – giggle out loud
Love is a decision. I choose to love this man. He chooses to love me. We each realize the other is not perfect.
Perfect….I really don’t think I could handle being married to a perfect person. Think about it.
Now, better at not doing those things that irritate me would be nice. BUT (oh no, that word again) PERFECT??? If he were perfect then all I’d have to complain about is my own imperfect qualities! SCREAM
Petrified….now that was a really scary thought. Excuse me, I have to go run and tell my husband I love him……if I can find him in all his clutter!
Oh, before I go. Friends, you know who you are, that didn’t meet my expectations. I forgive you and I love you. Let’s try again to get together after the holidays.
Oh, and before I forget, someone else does the planning this time…….
This has been a week of disappointments and unmet expectations. The two seem to go hand in hand. “You can’t have one without the other”. For you younger folks, the part in quotation marks is from a song from the 40’s.
This was a get together of a group of about 10 friends that hadn’t seen each other in a few years. I started asking them if they wanted to get together in October several weeks ago. I got a list of dates available and after some preliminary research I picked one that I felt had a good chance of working for all of them.
Communication……I thought with email it would be so easy for everyone to hit reply, say a few words and we’d all be up to speed. That expectation bit the dust. Only 1 person kept in touch. She agreed to have the group meet at her place. But my expectation of the rest was unmet. Two days before the occasion and still no commitments from some of the people and a retracted commitment from 2 others I canceled the event.
Disappointment…..Life is too hectic I guess. I finally heard from people when I canceled the event. Why didn’t they care enough to answer my frantic email’s asking if they were coming?
Anger….I’ve been made aware of the fact I have anger issues. Yes, disappointments and unmet expectations do open the door to the emotion of anger. So, what does one do about anger?
Realize it is a destructive emotion and try not to allow it to fester inside you? Put you mind on other things? Guess what, it hurts when people let you down by not meeting your expectations. I can hear, “Suck it up and get on with your life”…being said by people. True, on the scale of life it is not that important. So I’m putting it in perspective and getting on with my life.
True, it is not that important in the scheme of life.Forgive and forget…..I can forgive them….and when I think I have forgotten anger rears its ugly head and reminds me of many issues I’ve forgiven but cannot get to the forgotten stage.
Like a pack rat husband. That in all honesty I love dearly. BUT, oh no! There’s that BUT word. I hate that word. People say: yes, BUT. Which means they aren’t really saying yes. Yes, I love my husband, BUT some of his behaviors cause me anger.
Can anyone else identify with that? I know, I know, just about everyone that is married can say that about their spouse. I say I love you but (that word again) I don’t like (fill in the blank) about you.
Suck it up honey, it goes with the package. Remember “for better or worse?” You got it.
Rambling….yes, I’m rambling. You see, I write about God a lot and now I’m complaining!
Murmuring they call it in the Old Testament. Yes, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt God chose this man to be my husband. And God did a fantastic job, except for these few flaws. If the truth were known I brought a lot more flaws to this marriage than my husband did. Yet we both love each other almost unconditionally. LOL ( I love lol, maybe it should be gol – giggle out loud
Love is a decision. I choose to love this man. He chooses to love me. We each realize the other is not perfect.
Perfect….I really don’t think I could handle being married to a perfect person. Think about it.
Now, better at not doing those things that irritate me would be nice. BUT (oh no, that word again) PERFECT??? If he were perfect then all I’d have to complain about is my own imperfect qualities! SCREAM
Petrified….now that was a really scary thought. Excuse me, I have to go run and tell my husband I love him……if I can find him in all his clutter!
Oh, before I go. Friends, you know who you are, that didn’t meet my expectations. I forgive you and I love you. Let’s try again to get together after the holidays.
Oh, and before I forget, someone else does the planning this time…….
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Bangor, Maine "A Day In The Life Of A Troop Greeter"
Bangor, Maine was a quiet small town that came to life in March of 1991.
I’ll never forget that day when the first plane load of troops refueled at Bangor International Airport (BIA). The leaders of Bangor knew troops would be refueling at BIA and they made all these big plans to greet the troops. What they didn’t expect was the first plane to arrive hours before it was scheduled to land. Nobody was ready!
Although it had a rocky start, the people of Maine are what really happened that day and every day after for months and is still happening today.
BIA made national TV and several articles in print have come out of it. This is an attempt to bring you into the life of a Troop Greeter. You see, in Maine March is known as the “suicide month”. Maine winters are long and by March people are sick and tired of winter and anxious for Spring to arrive. The excitement of greeting the troops as they came through Bangor took on a life of its own.
I personally became addicted to being there for every plane load that arrived. I lived in the approach to BIA and knew the sound of a Troop plane. I’d wake up throw on a T-shirt and my red, white and blue blouse; Run downstairs and turn on the outside light, open and close the outside door a few times to warn any skunks around to vacate the premises. I didn’t want to surprise a skunk and get sprayed.
I'd make a dash for the car and arrive as the troops were filing in. It wasn’t long till we “Troop Greeters” got a plan and calls were made as soon as a flight was confirmed.
I wonder how many people (greeters) will make it this hour of the morning? Normally I arrive about an hour before the flight in order to get a decent parking place and a good position in the receiving line. I have difficulty believing how many people are here already! Ah, there's a place, my secret place, not many people think to look here to park. It has plenty of lights and is near the ticket booth. No one at the ticket counters it’s way too early for any flights. As I reach the top of the stairs I see Dottie and Millie; they are just about always here before me. That Dottie, she's always smiling and happy. She's a bubbly person. Millie is sweet but a bit quieter, although I've noticed a bit of impishness about her.
HI! What's the latest on the flight? Are they on time? Did you get any sleep? Pretty good crowd for this time of night, hi, Kathy. I need yellow ribbons. United 747, with how many troops? Wow, we'll have to hustle to get them all pinned. Oh, look, a band is coming. Alright! We're going to have live music for this flight!
People just show up. As far as I know very little planning went into the greetings after the first few days.
We'd stand in line and visit with each other an hour or more waiting for the flight to arrive. The price of a good spot in line is about a one hour wait. Sometimes after paying the price, we would have someone (probably attending for the first time) come and push their way to the front and crowd us so tight we could hardly move. It was hard not to get mad. Yes, we all want to greet the troops and shake their hands, but please, pay the price. Then one day I had a man pushing and getting in front of me. I said something to him and when he told me it was his first time and he was a Viet Nam vet and this was part of his therapy, recommended by his therapist, to get over the rejection of the United States when he returned. All of a sudden being in front of him was not at all important and I felt ashamed of my behavior. The look on his face as he greeted the troops said it all. I went to another area and started pinning yellow ribbons on the troops that had already been through the line.
I got ahead of myself. When standing in line someone will spot the plane and yell! Everyone in the terminal starts cheering. We know the troops on the plane are cheering too. They are finally back on American soil. One flight attendant told me on her flight the cheering of the troops was so loud the pilot could not hear instructions from the tower!! Now, that's loud.
From the time they land it usually took 15 to 20 minutes before they enter the terminal. First timers can't understand why it's taking so long for the troops to come in. We regulars know the troops have to go through a brief customs inspection. Sometimes it takes longer because the troops are so anxious they try to get off the plane as soon as it lands. The customs people don't enter the plane till they are all seated.
The lady with the American flag, Dotty Thibedeau, is patiently waiting way down the end of the corridor. The troops come and stand behind her. At this point they begin to realize something is going on. They look and can see several people standing in line. Carl and Kathy are the first, then the American Legion color guard, auxiliary and VFW members and auxiliary.
Now someone inside the terminal spots the troops coming – this is a long hall they come down and it isn’t until they turn the corner they see the magnitude of the people waiting to greet them. OK, here they come!! The terminal starts to erupt in cheering. This is our early warning system!
I have stood up near the International building with the VFW. I was totally amazed to learn, when standing with the crowd I was wasting my time yelling till I could see the person carrying the flag. You cannot hear the crowd at the other end of the hallway. As far as the troops know, this is it. About 20 to 25 people saying "Welcome Home" and shaking their hands. Not a bad reception, really.
As the troops start getting closer to the terminal I can imagine their thoughts are something like this:
TROOP: What's the hold up? I want to call home. Someone holding an American flag is going to lead us to the phones? OK, but let's get going.
Wow, look at all the veterans that are here to greet us. This is great! This first guy's wearing a Vietnam cap. He sure didn't have this kind of reception.
All these veterans....I'm one now.
This one is really getting on in years. (Joe King, Sr. - 82 years old made every flight he could.) It sure is very thoughtful of these people to greet us. But, huh, what is that at the end of the hall? Looks like more people. Some people standing on the right in front of a table full of food and teddy bears. What's going on? They want to shake my hand too?
Golly, there's a lot of noise in this place. I hear a band playing. Lots of signs and posters saying "Welcome Home, Desert Storm Troops."
Can't go straight, too many people blocking the way, guess I'll go to the left ….what in the world!!!! There are hundreds of people cheering and grabbing my hand. Smiling, happy people saying, "Welcome Home." What….. what? . . . . This is too much to comprehend. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I was just doing my job.
She looks like Mom, I've got to have a hug. Oh, this is great. I can't keep the tears back. This is too much. America IS behind us. It's true. What we've been hearing is true. Thank God. It's nothing like it was for the Vietnam veterans.
GREETER: They're at the Troop Table. The volume level of the cheering goes up. They must be getting close now. There's Dottie carrying the American flag. As the troops round the corner and the greeters realize they made it to the terminal the noise becomes deafening!! You can hardly hear the band. The troops look stunned!
Shake each hand. Look them each in the eye... "Welcome Home." (Do they realize I really mean it?)
My husband was a Viet Nam veteran and it was very hard for him. I was the only one there to greet him when he got home – he too arrived early and he had to wait for me to drive the hours it took to get to the airport. The country was in turmoil and our Viet Nam troops were spat on and not welcomed as heroes. They were treated as villains.
Greeting the troops at BIA was cathartic for many of the Viet Nam veterans. We troop greeters did our very best to pick out the Viet Nam veterans that were also in Desert Storm. Most were in or very close to tears. A few were very angry. We troop greeters at BIA tried our level best to make up for the horrific way our Viet Nam vets were treated by making sure this never happened again.
Oh, this one is about to cry. He hugs me. The tears are trickling down his cheeks. It's hard to let go, but he has hundreds of other people waiting to welcome him home. We shouldn't hold up the line. Maybe I'll be able to find him later.
The excitement in this terminal is electric.
One time I shook so many hands in a 24-hour period my right hand hurt.
It is interesting how some of the troops' hands are soft, some calloused, some wet, others dry, some cold, some warm and some are super soft. I never noticed that much about hands before. Now and then a troop would grab my hand so tight I'd think it is going to break! I head of some of the women greeters that were sore and bruised from some of the rib-breaking hugs they received!
Glance over at the phones. The first of the troops are through the line now. I'll go start pinning on the yellow ribbons. I remind myself to be sure and look for the troop that was crying when he hugged me.
"May I pin this yellow ribbon on?" (as I'm pinning on the ribbon) "We say it is part of the uniform of all the troops that have passed through Bangor. I wouldn't want you to be out of uniform!" I try to look them in the eye and shake their hand or if they want, give them a hug, as I say, "Welcome Home."
Sure are a lot on this flight. There are Sylvia and Linda pinning as fast as they can. We have calluses’ on our index finger from pushing the pins through. (A very small price to pay.)
Millie is carrying the sign trying to find Vietnam vets for Carl to pin. You know, we make a pretty good team.
This troop wants to talk. I forget about the ribbons and give him my undivided attention. If we don't pin them in the terminal we can get them on the way out. Nice guy, trying to find the words to thank us for the greeting. The troops have difficulty finding words to describe how much they appreciate what we're doing. I understand.
Back to pinning ribbons. Check the troops' pockets. There's a troop alone, no ribbon. I approach and say, "Hi, you're out of uniform!" I love the expression on their faces when I say that. (I do have a mean streak in me.) I explain after letting him sweat a bit. "You don't have one of the official yellow ribbons yet. May I pin one on you?" Welcome Home."
Boarding call, already? Where does the time go? Run to the front of the line inside the terminal. Shake hands. I yell, "BYE. Next stop is THE one!
"These were a great bunch of troops. They sure are ecstatic now. Never did find the troop I was looking for. Some moments are so fleeting.
Here come the stragglers. Every flight seems to have a few that aren't in any hurry to leave. You try to hurry them and some say they don't care if they miss their flight. They are having too much fun. They want to stay in Bangor.
No can do! They do a head count back on the plane and come looking if troops are missing! I’ve had troops tell me they don’t have anyone to greet them when they arrive home.
Pretend I’m you Mom and give me a big hug!
Makes me extra happy to know I was there for him. Most people have never had this much attention in their lives or ever will again. We have no idea the impact we had on them.
Bye!
Wild cheering, trying to get the last of the troops on the plane. So often they want to hug everyone on their way out. I wave to them as they head up the ramp. It's amazing how many turn back and wave to the crowd over and over, till they are out of sight.
They go back out through the Veterans receiving line. Last ones they see are Carl and Kathy.
Wow, they were great!
(Then we greeters chat awhile about this group and the different things that stand out in our minds.)
"When's the next flight? In 2 hours. Has it been confirmed? Great, how about a cup of coffee at the Coffee Shop while we wait? Maybe we can help make yellow ribbons.
"Then it happens all over again and again until there are 4 or more hours between flights....
"See you guys next flight! Get some sleep!"
I've been so up for so long, I don't realize I'm tired. Now, I have to change gears and head on home. Shall I try and get some sleep or do housework? I'm usually too wired to sleep.
I left 28 hours ago, Bob is probably just getting ready for work. I'll tell him about the flights while he eats breakfast.
Hi, honey. Yes, I've been greeting the troops. As usual the flights were great. Let me tell you about this one troop..….
Today over 18 years later, there is still a contingent of people in Bangor, Maine greeting every flight coming from and going into war zones around the world.
I’ll never forget that day when the first plane load of troops refueled at Bangor International Airport (BIA). The leaders of Bangor knew troops would be refueling at BIA and they made all these big plans to greet the troops. What they didn’t expect was the first plane to arrive hours before it was scheduled to land. Nobody was ready!
Although it had a rocky start, the people of Maine are what really happened that day and every day after for months and is still happening today.
BIA made national TV and several articles in print have come out of it. This is an attempt to bring you into the life of a Troop Greeter. You see, in Maine March is known as the “suicide month”. Maine winters are long and by March people are sick and tired of winter and anxious for Spring to arrive. The excitement of greeting the troops as they came through Bangor took on a life of its own.
I personally became addicted to being there for every plane load that arrived. I lived in the approach to BIA and knew the sound of a Troop plane. I’d wake up throw on a T-shirt and my red, white and blue blouse; Run downstairs and turn on the outside light, open and close the outside door a few times to warn any skunks around to vacate the premises. I didn’t want to surprise a skunk and get sprayed.
I'd make a dash for the car and arrive as the troops were filing in. It wasn’t long till we “Troop Greeters” got a plan and calls were made as soon as a flight was confirmed.
I wonder how many people (greeters) will make it this hour of the morning? Normally I arrive about an hour before the flight in order to get a decent parking place and a good position in the receiving line. I have difficulty believing how many people are here already! Ah, there's a place, my secret place, not many people think to look here to park. It has plenty of lights and is near the ticket booth. No one at the ticket counters it’s way too early for any flights. As I reach the top of the stairs I see Dottie and Millie; they are just about always here before me. That Dottie, she's always smiling and happy. She's a bubbly person. Millie is sweet but a bit quieter, although I've noticed a bit of impishness about her.
HI! What's the latest on the flight? Are they on time? Did you get any sleep? Pretty good crowd for this time of night, hi, Kathy. I need yellow ribbons. United 747, with how many troops? Wow, we'll have to hustle to get them all pinned. Oh, look, a band is coming. Alright! We're going to have live music for this flight!
People just show up. As far as I know very little planning went into the greetings after the first few days.
We'd stand in line and visit with each other an hour or more waiting for the flight to arrive. The price of a good spot in line is about a one hour wait. Sometimes after paying the price, we would have someone (probably attending for the first time) come and push their way to the front and crowd us so tight we could hardly move. It was hard not to get mad. Yes, we all want to greet the troops and shake their hands, but please, pay the price. Then one day I had a man pushing and getting in front of me. I said something to him and when he told me it was his first time and he was a Viet Nam vet and this was part of his therapy, recommended by his therapist, to get over the rejection of the United States when he returned. All of a sudden being in front of him was not at all important and I felt ashamed of my behavior. The look on his face as he greeted the troops said it all. I went to another area and started pinning yellow ribbons on the troops that had already been through the line.
I got ahead of myself. When standing in line someone will spot the plane and yell! Everyone in the terminal starts cheering. We know the troops on the plane are cheering too. They are finally back on American soil. One flight attendant told me on her flight the cheering of the troops was so loud the pilot could not hear instructions from the tower!! Now, that's loud.
From the time they land it usually took 15 to 20 minutes before they enter the terminal. First timers can't understand why it's taking so long for the troops to come in. We regulars know the troops have to go through a brief customs inspection. Sometimes it takes longer because the troops are so anxious they try to get off the plane as soon as it lands. The customs people don't enter the plane till they are all seated.
The lady with the American flag, Dotty Thibedeau, is patiently waiting way down the end of the corridor. The troops come and stand behind her. At this point they begin to realize something is going on. They look and can see several people standing in line. Carl and Kathy are the first, then the American Legion color guard, auxiliary and VFW members and auxiliary.
Now someone inside the terminal spots the troops coming – this is a long hall they come down and it isn’t until they turn the corner they see the magnitude of the people waiting to greet them. OK, here they come!! The terminal starts to erupt in cheering. This is our early warning system!
I have stood up near the International building with the VFW. I was totally amazed to learn, when standing with the crowd I was wasting my time yelling till I could see the person carrying the flag. You cannot hear the crowd at the other end of the hallway. As far as the troops know, this is it. About 20 to 25 people saying "Welcome Home" and shaking their hands. Not a bad reception, really.
As the troops start getting closer to the terminal I can imagine their thoughts are something like this:
TROOP: What's the hold up? I want to call home. Someone holding an American flag is going to lead us to the phones? OK, but let's get going.
Wow, look at all the veterans that are here to greet us. This is great! This first guy's wearing a Vietnam cap. He sure didn't have this kind of reception.
All these veterans....I'm one now.
This one is really getting on in years. (Joe King, Sr. - 82 years old made every flight he could.) It sure is very thoughtful of these people to greet us. But, huh, what is that at the end of the hall? Looks like more people. Some people standing on the right in front of a table full of food and teddy bears. What's going on? They want to shake my hand too?
Golly, there's a lot of noise in this place. I hear a band playing. Lots of signs and posters saying "Welcome Home, Desert Storm Troops."
Can't go straight, too many people blocking the way, guess I'll go to the left ….what in the world!!!! There are hundreds of people cheering and grabbing my hand. Smiling, happy people saying, "Welcome Home." What….. what? . . . . This is too much to comprehend. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I was just doing my job.
She looks like Mom, I've got to have a hug. Oh, this is great. I can't keep the tears back. This is too much. America IS behind us. It's true. What we've been hearing is true. Thank God. It's nothing like it was for the Vietnam veterans.
GREETER: They're at the Troop Table. The volume level of the cheering goes up. They must be getting close now. There's Dottie carrying the American flag. As the troops round the corner and the greeters realize they made it to the terminal the noise becomes deafening!! You can hardly hear the band. The troops look stunned!
Shake each hand. Look them each in the eye... "Welcome Home." (Do they realize I really mean it?)
My husband was a Viet Nam veteran and it was very hard for him. I was the only one there to greet him when he got home – he too arrived early and he had to wait for me to drive the hours it took to get to the airport. The country was in turmoil and our Viet Nam troops were spat on and not welcomed as heroes. They were treated as villains.
Greeting the troops at BIA was cathartic for many of the Viet Nam veterans. We troop greeters did our very best to pick out the Viet Nam veterans that were also in Desert Storm. Most were in or very close to tears. A few were very angry. We troop greeters at BIA tried our level best to make up for the horrific way our Viet Nam vets were treated by making sure this never happened again.
Oh, this one is about to cry. He hugs me. The tears are trickling down his cheeks. It's hard to let go, but he has hundreds of other people waiting to welcome him home. We shouldn't hold up the line. Maybe I'll be able to find him later.
The excitement in this terminal is electric.
One time I shook so many hands in a 24-hour period my right hand hurt.
It is interesting how some of the troops' hands are soft, some calloused, some wet, others dry, some cold, some warm and some are super soft. I never noticed that much about hands before. Now and then a troop would grab my hand so tight I'd think it is going to break! I head of some of the women greeters that were sore and bruised from some of the rib-breaking hugs they received!
Glance over at the phones. The first of the troops are through the line now. I'll go start pinning on the yellow ribbons. I remind myself to be sure and look for the troop that was crying when he hugged me.
"May I pin this yellow ribbon on?" (as I'm pinning on the ribbon) "We say it is part of the uniform of all the troops that have passed through Bangor. I wouldn't want you to be out of uniform!" I try to look them in the eye and shake their hand or if they want, give them a hug, as I say, "Welcome Home."
Sure are a lot on this flight. There are Sylvia and Linda pinning as fast as they can. We have calluses’ on our index finger from pushing the pins through. (A very small price to pay.)
Millie is carrying the sign trying to find Vietnam vets for Carl to pin. You know, we make a pretty good team.
This troop wants to talk. I forget about the ribbons and give him my undivided attention. If we don't pin them in the terminal we can get them on the way out. Nice guy, trying to find the words to thank us for the greeting. The troops have difficulty finding words to describe how much they appreciate what we're doing. I understand.
Back to pinning ribbons. Check the troops' pockets. There's a troop alone, no ribbon. I approach and say, "Hi, you're out of uniform!" I love the expression on their faces when I say that. (I do have a mean streak in me.) I explain after letting him sweat a bit. "You don't have one of the official yellow ribbons yet. May I pin one on you?" Welcome Home."
Boarding call, already? Where does the time go? Run to the front of the line inside the terminal. Shake hands. I yell, "BYE. Next stop is THE one!
"These were a great bunch of troops. They sure are ecstatic now. Never did find the troop I was looking for. Some moments are so fleeting.
Here come the stragglers. Every flight seems to have a few that aren't in any hurry to leave. You try to hurry them and some say they don't care if they miss their flight. They are having too much fun. They want to stay in Bangor.
No can do! They do a head count back on the plane and come looking if troops are missing! I’ve had troops tell me they don’t have anyone to greet them when they arrive home.
Pretend I’m you Mom and give me a big hug!
Makes me extra happy to know I was there for him. Most people have never had this much attention in their lives or ever will again. We have no idea the impact we had on them.
Bye!
Wild cheering, trying to get the last of the troops on the plane. So often they want to hug everyone on their way out. I wave to them as they head up the ramp. It's amazing how many turn back and wave to the crowd over and over, till they are out of sight.
They go back out through the Veterans receiving line. Last ones they see are Carl and Kathy.
Wow, they were great!
(Then we greeters chat awhile about this group and the different things that stand out in our minds.)
"When's the next flight? In 2 hours. Has it been confirmed? Great, how about a cup of coffee at the Coffee Shop while we wait? Maybe we can help make yellow ribbons.
"Then it happens all over again and again until there are 4 or more hours between flights....
"See you guys next flight! Get some sleep!"
I've been so up for so long, I don't realize I'm tired. Now, I have to change gears and head on home. Shall I try and get some sleep or do housework? I'm usually too wired to sleep.
I left 28 hours ago, Bob is probably just getting ready for work. I'll tell him about the flights while he eats breakfast.
Hi, honey. Yes, I've been greeting the troops. As usual the flights were great. Let me tell you about this one troop..….
Today over 18 years later, there is still a contingent of people in Bangor, Maine greeting every flight coming from and going into war zones around the world.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Lynne Cole Life Experiences and Thoughts: What God's Teaching Me 8/16/2009
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
How To Face and Conquer fear
How to Face and Conquer Fear
By Pastor Joe Bennett Edited by Lynne Cole
July 2009
Discovering and Identifying the problem of Fear and how it attempts to take control of our life and mind.
It is obvious that the times we live in are very uncertain. In too many areas that we normally seek to find security, there is no longer any. Things have changed rapidly over the past two years and continue to keep changing daily. The broad range of issues that many of us face today have left many of us confused, depressed and full of anxiety and fear.
Fear is not to be a controlling force in the life of the Christian person that believes in God. Yet, it is in many believers lives.
I would like to tell you a few things that will encourage and strengthen you that have had or now experiencing fear. These things will help you to understand how you can have peace - even when you see unsettling things going on all around you and in the world. These things seem so impossible that fear attempts to take over our mind.
First of all, I want to set you believers free from any self criticism or doubt because of you experiencing fear. I simply want to help you understand the reality of fear. My goal is to show you those things, in all our lives, that become ways for fear to come into our minds and steal our peace and joy.
If you read the first chapter of 2 Timothy you will discover that the reason why Paul is talking about the issue of fear is because Timothy was evidently having problems with fear himself. You are not alone! The fear of persecution was real and Timothy was facing certain difficulties because he was a Christian. He was a person that freely told any one that would listen the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I’m impressed and glad that Paul did not condemn Timothy. Instead he encouraged him and corrected his wrong thinking that had allowed fear to come in.
In this passage of Scripture, (2 Tim 1:7: For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.) Paul identifies where fear “does not” come from. It does not seem to matter where fear comes from, for fear can come from many different things. The term spirit here is from the Greek word “pneuma”. There are a wide variety of uses for this word. It describes the breath / life force of man and or God. It is used to describe spirits in general, good or evil. It is also used in relation to the soul.
Regardless of where the fear came from, Paul said that the spirit of fear was not produced by and did NOT come from God. He goes on to say that God produces power, love and a sound mind in us. Therefore this means, if God has not given us the spirit of fear, then we do not have to give in to it.
When I identify and understand that fear is trying to take control of my mind and life; and I understand that fear does not come from God. Then what can I do to keep fear from taking control of my life and mind when situations become overwhelming and/or beyond my understanding and comprehension?
Discovering, Identifying and closing the entry points of fear.
In this passage of Scripture we discover answers as to how fear finds a way to enter and try to take control of our mind.
I John 4:13-21
13) By this we know that we abide in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.
14) And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son as Savior of the world.
15) Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God.
16) And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.
17) Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world.
18) There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.
19) We love Him because He first loved us.
20) If someone says, "I love God," and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen?
21) And this commandment we have from Him: that he who loves God must love his brother also.
1. Fear finds a way to enter in when we are not sure of Gods love for us. We must be confident of Gods love. We must be convinced and grounded in our belief of what Jesus’ death on the cross did to bring us back to God. This is the starting point of our identity and security in our relationship with God
2. Fear finds a place when we choose to not love. As we abide in His love we must choose to love one another. As we abide in His Love we begin to understand and experience Gods love for us we must choose to love one another. So many people including Christians, are not loving one another! Remember, it is a choice.
John establishes the fact that if we confess (believe in our hearts and speak with our mouths) that Jesus is the Son of God, then God ABIDES (lives and takes up residence) in us. (God actually comes into us as the Holy Spirit and lives in us.) John goes on to say that we have known the LOVE that God has for US and that as we make up our minds (purpose) to live the same way, by loving others, that we are actually living in God. As we bide in Love we abide in God. Therefore OUR love is becoming just like Gods love when we choose to love others and is being perfected as we Abide in God for God is love. God in us is Love.
He then tells us that “there is NO fear in LOVE” and that perfect love (God’s love in us) casts out fear because fear brings torment of the mind and soul. God’s love brings peace, fear brings torment. God’s love will get rid of fear.
As John writes to the church these passages of scripture, we begin to see the entrance points of fear. Fear finds a way to get in when we are not confident in Gods love for us and when we have chosen to NOT love one another. In other words, ignorance or unbelief of Gods Love for us and hatred towards and thus not loving a fellow believer produces an entrance and a welcome place for fear to stay and control you. Making you feel hopeless in your attempt to have God’s love in place of the fear you have.
I encourage you today to be convinced and confidently established in Gods love for you. Stay in the mindset that God loves you and wants you to love other people.
This is how God expresses Himself through us. Abide in His love, for in so doing He abides in you. The purpose of doing this is to walk in the forgiveness you have in Jesus, by His death on the cross for you, and allow His love to control every choice you make every day. You will then find that fear has no place to control you regardless of the uncertain and frightening circumstances of life.
If fear has been dominating your life then I want to encourage you to remember Gods love for you and that He wants you to love others. He wants you to return to that place of first Love. He is calling you to stop doing those things that have gotten in the way and caused you to feel down and thus have hindered you from thinking and having God’s peace. Shut the door on fear by thinking about how much He loves and cares for you. His Love will get rid of ALL fear and replace it with His peace.
By Pastor Joe Bennett Edited by Lynne Cole
July 2009
Discovering and Identifying the problem of Fear and how it attempts to take control of our life and mind.
It is obvious that the times we live in are very uncertain. In too many areas that we normally seek to find security, there is no longer any. Things have changed rapidly over the past two years and continue to keep changing daily. The broad range of issues that many of us face today have left many of us confused, depressed and full of anxiety and fear.
Fear is not to be a controlling force in the life of the Christian person that believes in God. Yet, it is in many believers lives.
I would like to tell you a few things that will encourage and strengthen you that have had or now experiencing fear. These things will help you to understand how you can have peace - even when you see unsettling things going on all around you and in the world. These things seem so impossible that fear attempts to take over our mind.
First of all, I want to set you believers free from any self criticism or doubt because of you experiencing fear. I simply want to help you understand the reality of fear. My goal is to show you those things, in all our lives, that become ways for fear to come into our minds and steal our peace and joy.
If you read the first chapter of 2 Timothy you will discover that the reason why Paul is talking about the issue of fear is because Timothy was evidently having problems with fear himself. You are not alone! The fear of persecution was real and Timothy was facing certain difficulties because he was a Christian. He was a person that freely told any one that would listen the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I’m impressed and glad that Paul did not condemn Timothy. Instead he encouraged him and corrected his wrong thinking that had allowed fear to come in.
In this passage of Scripture, (2 Tim 1:7: For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.) Paul identifies where fear “does not” come from. It does not seem to matter where fear comes from, for fear can come from many different things. The term spirit here is from the Greek word “pneuma”. There are a wide variety of uses for this word. It describes the breath / life force of man and or God. It is used to describe spirits in general, good or evil. It is also used in relation to the soul.
Regardless of where the fear came from, Paul said that the spirit of fear was not produced by and did NOT come from God. He goes on to say that God produces power, love and a sound mind in us. Therefore this means, if God has not given us the spirit of fear, then we do not have to give in to it.
When I identify and understand that fear is trying to take control of my mind and life; and I understand that fear does not come from God. Then what can I do to keep fear from taking control of my life and mind when situations become overwhelming and/or beyond my understanding and comprehension?
Discovering, Identifying and closing the entry points of fear.
In this passage of Scripture we discover answers as to how fear finds a way to enter and try to take control of our mind.
I John 4:13-21
13) By this we know that we abide in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.
14) And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son as Savior of the world.
15) Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God.
16) And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.
17) Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world.
18) There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.
19) We love Him because He first loved us.
20) If someone says, "I love God," and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen?
21) And this commandment we have from Him: that he who loves God must love his brother also.
1. Fear finds a way to enter in when we are not sure of Gods love for us. We must be confident of Gods love. We must be convinced and grounded in our belief of what Jesus’ death on the cross did to bring us back to God. This is the starting point of our identity and security in our relationship with God
2. Fear finds a place when we choose to not love. As we abide in His love we must choose to love one another. As we abide in His Love we begin to understand and experience Gods love for us we must choose to love one another. So many people including Christians, are not loving one another! Remember, it is a choice.
John establishes the fact that if we confess (believe in our hearts and speak with our mouths) that Jesus is the Son of God, then God ABIDES (lives and takes up residence) in us. (God actually comes into us as the Holy Spirit and lives in us.) John goes on to say that we have known the LOVE that God has for US and that as we make up our minds (purpose) to live the same way, by loving others, that we are actually living in God. As we bide in Love we abide in God. Therefore OUR love is becoming just like Gods love when we choose to love others and is being perfected as we Abide in God for God is love. God in us is Love.
He then tells us that “there is NO fear in LOVE” and that perfect love (God’s love in us) casts out fear because fear brings torment of the mind and soul. God’s love brings peace, fear brings torment. God’s love will get rid of fear.
As John writes to the church these passages of scripture, we begin to see the entrance points of fear. Fear finds a way to get in when we are not confident in Gods love for us and when we have chosen to NOT love one another. In other words, ignorance or unbelief of Gods Love for us and hatred towards and thus not loving a fellow believer produces an entrance and a welcome place for fear to stay and control you. Making you feel hopeless in your attempt to have God’s love in place of the fear you have.
I encourage you today to be convinced and confidently established in Gods love for you. Stay in the mindset that God loves you and wants you to love other people.
This is how God expresses Himself through us. Abide in His love, for in so doing He abides in you. The purpose of doing this is to walk in the forgiveness you have in Jesus, by His death on the cross for you, and allow His love to control every choice you make every day. You will then find that fear has no place to control you regardless of the uncertain and frightening circumstances of life.
If fear has been dominating your life then I want to encourage you to remember Gods love for you and that He wants you to love others. He wants you to return to that place of first Love. He is calling you to stop doing those things that have gotten in the way and caused you to feel down and thus have hindered you from thinking and having God’s peace. Shut the door on fear by thinking about how much He loves and cares for you. His Love will get rid of ALL fear and replace it with His peace.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
What God's Teaching Me 8/16/2009
It's fun how God starts revealing something to you and you begin to understand what He's trying to get across.
I'm impatient. If God says He's going to do something. I expect it to happen, now. As you have probably learned when God saying He's going to do something and when He actually does it are sometimes instantaneous but in most cases there is a period of time between His letting you know of something and it's actually happening.
In some cases He has done what He promised right away. In other cases I've waited 30 years for something to happen. God's timing is perfect. My timing is self centered.
Recently when I was going over some of the things God has been revealing and I asked Him why aren't these things happening yet. He said, "Die to self". My thoughts were: Huh? What?
Yesterday on 8/15/2009 God revealed to me what He was saying.
In the following I have written down some notes I took at our home group church meeting in Oakland, Florida.
Gene and Sherry May were visiting and Sherry shared some thoughts she had from Exodus 14:13.
The Israelites were murmuring and complaining to Moses when they were at the edge of the Red sea. They were asking, "Did you bring us here to die". In vs 13: But moses said to the people, "Do not fear! Stand by and see the salvation of the Lord which He will accomplish for you today; for the Egyptians whom you have seen today, you will never see them again forever." I imagine you know the rest of the story. If not read the rest of Chapter 14.
Sherry then shared the 3 things she got out of this.
1) DO NOT BE AFRAID. Never be afraid, no matter what is going on. No matter what you are going through.
2) STAND STILL. When God speaks to us we start, doing. We need to stand still. Be still and wait for God to move or listen for God to speak.
3) GOD KEEPS HIS PROMISE. God doesn't change His mind. He wants us to go forward believing He will keep His promise. All promises of God are FOREVER.
Then Gene asked, "Why do we do what we do or why did we do what we did?
In Deuteronomy 28:1-14 read the blessings and curses.
Gene then asked:
Are we doing what we are doing for the Lord from the heart? Or are we doing it from the Law? We are to DO because we are RIGHT WITH GOD; out of APPRECIATION, and JOY, because our GREATEST DESIRE IS TO SERVE GOD.
Gene continues with his version of the KISS principle: Keep It Simple Saints.
Faith is just acting like God is telling the truth. (In His Word - in His Promises).
Grace is a power that works ON OUR BEHALF.
Everything we do with God should be done with an attitude of gratitude and doing it in appreciation.
Do it because HE LOVES ME.
It is not ME striving to do for God, in my strength. But God working through me.
Gene then turned to Hebrews 2: 3 & 4.
God wants to bring us to a PLACE OF REST.
Hebrews 3:19 says: "And so we see that they were not able to enter because of unbelief."
Gene says, they thought it was too good to be true.
Lynne explaining: (In verse 16 you read the Israelites provoked God when Moses led them out of Egypt. God was angry with them for not believing (TRUSTING) Him. Thus they wandered in the desert for 40 years. Those who did not believe did not get to enter into His rest because of unbelief. His desire was to take them directly to the promised land so they could enter into His rest. But vs 19: "And so we see that they were not able to enter because of unbelief.")
Back to Gene: GOD wants us to be listening to His voice.
We are all products of our upbringing. We have been raised with the attitude that we can't really trust. As with the Israelites there will be obstacles as God leads us into our "land / promise". BUT GOD SAID..... There should be no debating what the Lord says.... "Therefore, let us fear lest, while a promise remains of entering His rest, any one of you should seem to have come short of it." You see, the Promised land was to be a place of rest. It took 40 years because of unbelief.
We are to mix faith with what we have heard and REST in God.
Hebrews 4:11: "Let us therefore be diligent to enter that rest, lest anyone fall through following the same example of disobedience."
Let's face it, Resting in God doesn't make sense to our natural mind. We want to make it happen. We need to realize we can't make it happen..... BUT, we can TRUST (GOD) and LET IT HAPPEN. Cease from our own labors and enter into what God has promised us.
Our natural minds want to control what God is doing. God wants us to rest in Him. Lay back and watch all His promises come to pass. Watch everything come to pass. When Jesus said on the cross "It is finished" He was meaning THE PLAN OF GOD IS FINISHED.
AMEN means: I agree with God.
Trust God that His promises are real. There is no area that is not covered by His promises.
So what was God saying to me? "I have promised you specific things shall happen. Die to self by TRUSTING ME, I always keep my promises. Do not try to make things happen. Rest in Me, sit back and watch ME as I DO those things I have promised you."
I can't die to self by what I do. I die to self by RESTING in God as He fulfills His promises to me. ALL I HAVE TO DO IS TRUST HIM AND REST. Let go and watch Him work!
When He revealed this to me His peace came over me in such a way that I didn't want to get back to what was happening in the room. I wanted to stay with God soaking up His presence and peace.
Why do we try to do. All He wants is for us to BELIEVE, TRUST and WAIT!!!
Yes! AMEN! Thank you Father!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
God, What are you up to??
By Lynne Cole
Every Saturday at 6pm a group of people descend upon Joe and Melody Bennett and family. It’s been over a year now since God told Joe and Melody to move to Oakland, FL. I for one can say I am very thankful God told them to come. At first Bob and I wanted nothing to do with anyone wanting to start a new church. But God told Joe and William Castro to come visit Bob and I. We love and respect William so we politely listened as Joe explained what God had said to him. (I need Joe’s permission to put his article in the blog.)
Bob and I were looking for a church but didn’t have any idea where God wanted us to worship. We decided to visit the group in Oakland and see if that is what God wanted us to get involved in.
Surprise!!
1. My first surprise was how small the group was. Just 6 people.
2. Next surprise all the children in the house. LOL
3. The peace and presence of God in our midst!!
4. How relaxed and unplanned the meeting was.
5. No one was “dressed” for church.
6. How powerful Joe’s messages are.
7. The Prophetic being natural and a part of the service.
8. God runs the service and often changes “the plans” of Joe and Curtis Sutterfield.
9. They love it when He does!
10. How late the gathering lasted!! (Our first week we left at 9:30 thinking it strange that no one was leaving but us. Next week we learned what “Normal” is for this group.)
11. How excited I became to be at every service.
12. To sit at the feet of Jesus and soak in everything He was saying to me and doing in me.
13. Seeing my very quiet husband, Bob, become more open and being used by God to speak out loud what He was saying!
14. I’m STILL being fed!
15. The peace I now experience nearly all the time.
16. What God is saying to me.
17. The boldness He is giving me!
Do you get the picture? It’s been life changing for me.
The group has grown by 3 since then. Bob and I bring it up to 8 and our good friend Jeanette Taylor, makes 9. We have become family. We arrive around 6pm and leave around 11 to 11:30pm. We leave by then only because some of us have a long drive home. At times they threaten to spend the night. lol
Lately we’ve been asking each other and God:
1. Why are we here meeting in Oakland?
2. What is Your purpose?
3. Where are You going with this group?
God must have had the ear of Joe because Joe started speaking on just that. He gave us an assignment to pray and ask God:
1. What’s His Vision, Purpose and Strategy for us?
2. How do we fit into this group?
3. Where is this group going?
4. What is God saying?
5. What is His vision?
6. What is His purpose and how do I fit into it?
7. What is His strategy, how do we get there?
Well, I was so excited. I prayed for a few days and listened to what God was saying. I sat down one day and wrote 3 medium size pages on my Vision and objective and where I was going. About ½ way thru my writing I wrote: “Why is this not happening now?” When I finished writing this section God said. “DIE TO SELF”
Huh, I’m so wordy. He gets His point across in 3 words. So I did what I do, I did a study on scriptures that have Die to self in them. But not until I finished the assignment with the next one, Purpose, How do I fit. Which caused more questions than answers. Then I tackled Strategy and started out with a lot of questions. Then I wrote another page of things I felt God was telling me.
I’m planning to do a more in-depth look at what God wants me to get out of His “Die to Self” – I know it is something I have to do continually. I also know He uses a few words so we will study His word and pray and learn from Him. It’s not a few moments of study. He feeds us in doses that we are able to handle. He’s not through teaching / feeding me on dying to self.
A Trucker's Prayer by Ned Barr
The following is a post a friend of mine, Ned Barr, painter and Geocacher made on his Facebook "notes" section. He originally wrote it on a geocache (www.geocaching.com). It is of an experience he had on a busy highway where he lives in Colorado. He asked me to read it as he thought I might find something in it for my self. You probably will for yourself, also.
The cache is called, "A Trucker's Prayer" You can find it on the above link. A truck driver wrote it and people who stop and sign the log at this cache, as I did, will have read the prayer on line under the cache title. Okay?
Beginning of the article written by Ned Barr.
So I stopped, as many others had done, to sign the log at the cache. Here is what I wrote.
"I also am a trucker (not driving big rigs now), so I love this prayer. I have stopped on cold, miserable nights, right at this spot, more than once, waiting for a snow plow to follow over Monarch Pass headed west for Gunnison, Delta, Grand Junction or some place in a more-western state. Many lives have been lost and many have been seriously injured on this very dangerous hill over the years. People in trucks and cars and on motorcycles and what-have-you.
"While retrieving this little cache with its log, I very nearly witnessed what would have been a fatal head-on between a large propane tanker and an RV. The RV was simply (for whatever reason) in the wrong lane (over the yellow line) going up hill. The tanker coming down, These two vehicles and several following the RV would have all crashed and burned just a few feet away from where I stood, holding my breath. Would I have survived?
"So what did the tanker-driver do? The right thing! He locked his brakes and skidded right, onto the break-down lane on the down-hill side. Very dangerous. While the truck tires screeched and smoked, the RV somehow managed to regain part of its proper lane and all went quiet within a few seconds as the up-hill vehicles went on as if nothing had happened. A close call, to say the least! The RV and cars were gone, the truck was stopped on the side in its tracks. The driver got out to check his tires and take a deep breath, no doubt. Rubber on the pavement still smoked.
"I walked quickly across the road and offered my hand in congratulations to this (fellow) truck driver for avoiding this awful catastrophe. He saved the day, by the grace of God. I tried to think of something encouraging to say, but he was grinning in relief! We exchanged a few brotherly, truck-driver, words. His truck was empty, which is why it skidded easily, but full of explosive fumes, from the propane. No jack-knife this time. No carnage on the highway just then. Whew! Thank You, Lord.
"Everyone should know that when a citation is issued following a big truck vs. car accident, the driver of the car gets the ticket 75 per cent of the time. What does that tell you? No one is perfect, but this truck driver deserves a medal. A hero.
"God bless ALL the people who survived this one, on this day.
"Again thanks for the trucker's prayer, thanks for the cache. I signed the log with a grateful heart and was on my way up the hill to find another one (cache). Hallelujah."
Final note on FB: If you know a truck driver you might want to thank him personally for getting that food on your table delivered.... or that propane you burn in your furnace or stove. Thanks for reading!
Ned Barr
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