Happy New Year

New Year's Eve and New Year's Day have the total opposite effect on me as Christmas.

I love New Year's.

Sometimes I get all dressed up and go out. Some years, like this one, I go to a party (or two!) There have been years in the past where I went absolutely nowhere by choice, and stayed home. . .alone.

I love that.

You see, I've always used New Years as a devotion to prayer and meditation and journaling about the past, present and future. I will delve into renewal of the mind and heart, reflect on the past, and dream of the future.

I will get deep, then get deeper.

There have been years when I embraced the future with optimism and hope. Other years I felt the release of the past leave me, exhaustingly.

This year, well, God's working something out for me. What it is, I don't know. I just know it's something. So this New Year's Eve I'm devoting to faith.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Hebrews 11:1

Being Thankful

Inasmuch as I slammed the traditional Christmas. . .there are quite a few things that I'm thankful for. First and foremost, I had my own little Christmas miracle.

Thank you Jesus.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the following for making my Christmas special:

Rich F for the Christmas card. See, he does listen.
Rich H for the friend request on fb. That made me laugh uncontrollably.
My mom. . .who even in the midst of high drama knew how to make me smile.
My beloved Aunt, who in her Christmas card noted how much she missed me. (I miss her terribly too!)

Well, After All Is Said And Done. . .

I have to go back to grinning and bearing it, this hate for this stress-filled materialistic, meaningless Christmas.

Poor Joanna. I think I through her in a state of shock.

Leslie, not so much.

ha ha ha ha

So, in goes the opinion, my thoughts and verbiage on the matter. I would never want to kill anyone's alleged joy, and how joy is found in this season. . .go figure. . .

And yes Joanna. . .you should keep your Nativity scene up all year long.

So I Went And Voiced My Opinion About Christmas:

"Am I bringing back your Christmas present?" Leslie asked.

"Grinchette." She then called me.

"Don't blame Christmas!" Joanna scorned.

"Did you have bad Christmases?" Leslie then inquired oh so sincerely.


"No!" I reply. I just don't do materialism, global lies and hypocricsy very well.

I Hate Christmas

There. I said it.

It's true.

"Why Renee, aren't you a Christian? How does a Christian hate Christmas?" Some may ask.

"Isn't that sacrilege?" Others ask.

No, it's not sacrilege or anti-Christ in anyway.

Truth be told, I worship Jesus' birth, life and death EVERY DAY in my personal prayer life and EVERY SUNDAY I worship Him in church. I DO NOT NEED ONE DAY A YEAR TO PRAISE HIM!

Christmas isn't about Jesus anyway. It's a marketing/money making scam that this country's retail businesses live for. Christmas is what makes and/or breaks any store. . .It's a dream for the materialistic, the shallow and those who believe it's the things in life that mean anything. It gives the conceited permission to brag and our children the wrong impression about life.

It's a lie. Santa is a lie that the entire world is in on.

And what about the poor people? Yeah, what about them? Inasmuch as I don't like the materialistic drama and lies of this Holiday season, I put a grin on and bear it for the sake of my child and there have been many times that I've endured many blessings and miracles manipulating my paycheck to cover this costly mess. . .but what about those who can't?

How mean is this?

Sure, there are organizations, businesses and churches who donate to families. . .but still. . .how could a parent possibly feel if they have to have toys donated to see their children smile at the Santa lie? How could it possibly make them feel? And there is absolutely NO WAY that every poor person in this country alone is receiving a gift.

And what about those who are depressed? Those who are alone? The elderly, the sick, the orphans. . .well, first word of advice: DO NOT LISTEN TO THE RADIO. It will only make it worse. Blue Christmas without you; Christmas Wish For You; Next Year I'll Give My Heart To Someone Else; Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy. Seriously, it's really sad to those who are alone and/or depressed.

It's a horrible season.

So what can I do? I can run around to every homeless shelter and nursing home and sing! Yeah, that'll work! Actually, the homeless shelters and the nursing homes are the places that the donations do come through. It's those in their little apartments, or in small rooms. It's those who are out on the streets who are alone and who have ABSOLUTELY no choice but to endure the painful reminders that they are alone and depressed, especially during this Holiday season.

The children. The abused children. The neglected children. The ones that the churches don't come through for because their caregivers won't allow it, or no one knows they exist.

How do they feel?

World, how are we making others feel by celebrating this false financial fiasco?

I will be celebrating the Holiday because I believe I don't have a choice. I would never have the heart to allow my child to live in this world and isolate him from the norms of society.

But I will be teaching him that Christmas is everyday. Giving should be everyday and it doesn't have to be a monetary gift. Giving can be a smile, a handshake, an understanding, some compassion.

The little things that could change the world.

Just like Jesus.

Being Thankful for Crazy. . .

Today I'm thankful for crazy. We all got it and sometimes, crazy just works! Or crazy just makes us feel good and it always makes us laugh. So, thank you crazy. Life would be so dull without you with me and my friends.

What God Showed Me Today

The kid was in the car catching some zzzzzzzs before service because he worked until 3:00 in the morning. The guy was tired because yesterday his wife through him a suprise birthday party and he was up late. Another woman had a party of her own and no one left until after 3:00 a.m. The happy couple went to a late dinner and movie. I went out with my friends and didn't get home until late.

Yet we all managed to make it church this morning.

Because we know how important God is.

Kidisms

The irony of this story is that it happened on Halloween night, after our special dinner out at my son's choice 'Taco Bell.'

We were driving home and he announced "Mom, the moon moved."

"It did?" I asked, concentrating on the traffic.

"Mom, is that bad?" He asked me.

"Well, I don't think the moon moved." I explained.

Pause.

"It did Mom! It moved! It really moved!" His tone was high-pitched.

"Huh." I said.

"Mom, I'm scared. The moon moved and it fell behind us somewhere." I was now beginning to hear the panic in his voice.

"Honey, as soon as we get home, we'll look for the moon and we'll find it!" I tried to explain to him to calm his apparent fright.

"Mom, the moon moved, that's not good!" Now he's starting to cry. I'm trying to drive.

I counted to ten and prayed for something to say to at least calm him down until we could get home and I could show him that the moon didn't move, or fall from the sky.

"Are you sure it's not the clouds that moved and not the moon?" I ask him.

The sobbing stopped and I could hear him intensely searching the sky.

"Is there a bright light behind the clouds? The clouds move. That's how we have wind. The clouds probably covered up the moon." I explained, still driving.

Silence from the back seat.

"You're right Mom, it's the clouds." He announced.

"The moon didn't move."

Phew.

I thought I was going to have to pull over.

Kidisms

"Mom, tomorrow is picture day." My son announced over dinner.

"I know." I told him.

"I have to look nice and put gel in my hair." He demonstrated with his hand over his hair as he told me.

"What are you going to wear?" I ask him. He pondered for a minute then said "My blue and green shirt." I agreed with him, it was a nice polo shirt and the colors were great for his eyes.

So, the next day, we got our green and blue polo shirt on, did our hair with gel and as he was walking out the door, I handed him a navy blue blazer to wear over his polo shirt. He put it on, ever so proudly.

"Mom, I look great." He told me.

"Yes you do." I told him. And he walked to the bus stop with his head in the air. So proud of the way he looked.

Friends

Know who are,
and love you for it anyway. . .

The Bible As Told By Me To A Friend Of Mine Who Asked

The Bible is the account of God's action in the world and his purpose with all creation. The writing of the Bible took place over sixteen centuries and is the work of over forty human authors. It is a quite amazing collection of 66 books with very different styles all containing the message God desired us to have.

This compilation of booklets contains an astonishing variety of literary styles. It provides many stories about the lives of good and bad people, about battles and journeys, about the life of Jesus along with letters written to groups of Christians that met in homes. It comes to us in narratives and dialogues, in proverbs and parables, in songs and allegories, in history and prophecy.
The accounts in the Bible were not generally written down as they occurred. Rather they were told over and over again and handed down through the years before someone finally wrote them down. Yet the same themes may be found throughout the book.

So along with the diversity there is also a remarkable unity. So what is the Bible? Well, in addition to all the above, the Bible is this:

It is a guide for living life to the full. It gives us a road map for the perilous journey of life. Or to put it another way, on our voyage through life's ocean, we find our anchor right here.
It is a storehouse of wonderful stories for children and grownups. Remember Noah and the ark? Joseph's coat of many colors? Daniel in the lion's den? Jonah and the fish? The parables of Jesus? In these stories we recognize the triumphs and failures of ordinary people - and we may even see ourselves!

It is a refuge in trouble. People in pain, in suffering, in mourning, tell how they turned to the Bible and found strength there in their desperate hours.
It is a treasury of insight as to who we are. We are not meaningless robots, but we are magnificent creatures of a God who loves us and gives us a purpose and a destiny.
It is a sourcebook for everyday living. . .

Many people contributed to the writing of the Bible. Actually the Bible is a collection of writings from about forty contributors, thirty in the Old Testament and ten in the New Testament. For example, the Psalms are a collection of the works of several authors, of whom David, the "sweet singer of Israel", is the best known. But psalms were also written by Moses, by Asaph, by a man named Ethan, and by the sons of Korah.

The accounts which have been preserved in the Old Testament date from the earliest times and were both written down and transmitted orally. As time passed they were collected together and received by the Hebrews as coming to them by God's mandate. The prophets transmit God's message to humans, while many of the Psalms articulate cries of people to God. Yet these psalms are also preserved in the Bible as part of God's message to mankind.

The New Testament stories and teachings were widely circulated among the early Christian churches. The letters of Paul to the Christians in several cities were likely the earliest writings now found in the New Testament. But many other letters and epistles were circulated as well. Gradually it became clear to the early churches which writings were truly inspired and which were spurious or simply edifying messages from pious authors.


It is truly amazing that all forty of these authors, spread out over 1600 years, have such a unified message in spite of their great diversity in language, culture and time. There is a reason for that! The reason is that these forty or so writers are all secondary authors. There is actually only one primary author, the one who inspired all the human authors, the eternal God.
Christians believe that the Bible came to us from God himself, who used all these human authors to give us his message, through the presence and inspiration of his Spirit. He did not simply give dictation to these authors, because we observe their unique personalities and varying styles of writing shining through. But God's message, God's authorship, is always there, providing in the end through all the years, exactly what he wanted us to have. In this way the Bible is our own ageless treasure.

The above was from www.biblica.com

When I was on my own spiritual quest, I was confused about all this. I didn't understand how a "Book" was supposed to be the Word of God. So, I asked God about it.

As God knows me and loves me, he knew how to answer me:

I only read from the best-seller list because years ago, after spending money on a book that I thought sounded good, and/or get myself in comfortable reading position, eagerly anticipating my new found read, I was often heartbroken because after the first or second paragraph, the book proved to be a dud, and not worth reading. So this is why I only read fiction from the best-seller list because people actually read them so they must be good. That's why their best-sellers and I won't lose money or become overtly disappointed anymore. No one really knows this because it's not something that's brought up in a regular conversation. God knows that I've read from only the best-seller list for years.

So, after my prayer in asking God about the Bible, it was maybe two or three days later when I heard on the radio that the Bible is no longer listed on the best-seller because it's been the best-seller for like, ever, and they don't even list it a best-seller. . .it's a given. This is according to wikepedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_best-selling_books: (The Bible is number 1)

Book
Author(s)
Original language
First published
Approximate sales
Bible [1](Koine Greek τὰ Βίβλια)
Traditional Christian view: Revelation or Inspiration by God[2] to various authors
Hebrew, Koine Greek, Aramaic
70 BC- 105 AD,
Further information: dating of the Bible
2.5 billion[3] to more than 6 billion[4]


In the supernatural world, or the spiritual world, that spoke volumes to me. (No pun intended! ha ha ha)

Then, within a day or two of that, I was doing some flipping on the channels and sure enough. . .I found the history channel. They were explaining the Bible and to date, not one architechtual fact of the Bible has been discounted. That's right. They find the artifacts that match completely to the Bible.

Huh.

God knows I like facts too.

So, this got my interest spiked, and I began to read and believe in the Bible.

There are two sections of the Bible, Old Testament and New Testament. My advice to any new reader of the Bible, stay in the New Testament. That's where Jesus comes into the picture.

Should you ever read the Old Testament? Sure. It has some great stories. . .it's just that prior to Jesus coming there was a "God wrath" and "God punishment" that doesn't apply to us now because of Jesus.

Oh, another point in the Bible that really, really looped me. I was catholic as a child, and in and out of all sorts of spiritual worlds, but it took the Bible and the power of prayer to show me that in the first chapter of the New Testament, there's a actually a lineage line to Jesus. He didn't just appear out of the sky, nor was He chosen by the people of the time. It was actually prophesized years before of the King's birth, and the Bible shows us that lineage.

I thought that was amazing!

As time goes on, I find it more and more amazing, but, we'll discuss that later. :)

I hope you find your own amazement while praying about and reading the Bible. God knows you and loves you too. He'll find you and tell you. :)

Next topic.

:)

My Response To A New Age Girlfriend

I'm not one to preach or lecture, and I know where your belief system is as you've explained it me. . .forgive me, but it's in my heart to talk about this with you. . .

I know New Age. I even know a little bit of pretty much every spiritual world out there. . .Hindu, Muslim, Catholic, Witchcraft. . .because I've studied them or lived them. I always knew there was more to the story and I've been on a spiritual quest for some time. . probably since around the age of 8. ha ha.

I don't believe in legalism in any church i.e. condemnation (gay people suck! Never drink or else!) or that theory that we have to remain perfect in this life to get to the other, (the Kingdom of Heaven) and GOD FORBID you sin. . .that's just not acceptable. My response: Welcome to the world of humans. You're going to sin. . .it's inevitable. Adam started it all off. . .

(This legalistic theory a/k/a SCARY theory of God provokes some serious verbal outbursts from myself. It even got me kicked out of a Bible study or two!) I believe that we live now in the Kingdom of God, as does my church. We seek and acknowledge God to keep us on the right path so to speak. Jesus is the mediator between us and the Father, and we worship and praise Him for being in our lives, and how he teaches us to live on this earth. The Now Kingdom of Heaven.

The Holy Spirit, well, when you tap into that feeling. . .You know how you'll do a powerful meditation, and probably Reiki, and you feel that feeling. . .multiply that by 100 and then hear or see or dream or vision answers or prophecies. I still have the occasional drink to two, I'm getting divorced, some of my best friends and brother are gay. That's life, and that's between me and God, or them and God.

Do I think that Reiki or crystals are evil? Absolutely not! But, I do believe you're close to the Kingdom of God. Once you get the power of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, you have the ultimate power.

I see that New Agers will believe in Reiki and Crystals for power. I know that Catholics will pray to and worship Saints. Why bother if you have the ultimate source, God?

Jesus is the Ascending Master? Doesn't that tell you anything? My usual response to that one is . . . DUH! (Not to you though!)The Bible has more New Age verses than any book you can drum up. If you ever want one, or a few, let me know.

Love ya.

Kidisms

"Margie makes really good corn bread Mom." He told me, over dinner, while we were enjoying my friend's home made goodness that she generously shared with us.

"Yes she does." I agreed.

"Does she know that she makes it better than you?" He asked, ever so politely.

For All Of Those Out There. . .

There appears to be a growing number of friends and acquaintances that are enduring some serious financial hardships.

My heart goes out to all of you. Those with businesses that are suffering, or even going under. Those of you who are losing your house, your cars, your jobs. . .

These times are extremely difficult. Inasmuch as we like to believe that it's not, and things are going to get better, well, when times are this tough, it's hard to believe.

How do I know? Well, I've been there. I know what it's like to endure the disappointment of financial difficulty. I understand the hopelessness, the despair and confusion of financial hardship.

What I've learned from it: Tap into those dreams. Tap into that motivation and belief system that got you to where you are and believe that this too shall pass.

Believe.

Because with God, all things are possible.

Don't let your circumstances get the best of you! Rise above them. Conquer them!

Keep the faith-and remember! All things happen for a reason. Do what you can, and find joy in what's around you. Remember gratitute! Thank the Lord above for all that you do have.

One by one.

Everyday.

Kidisms

"Do you like your new teacher?" I ask my son, his third week of school. I haven't heard any report, good or bad, about this new teacher.

"Yeah Mom, she's really nice." He explains.

"Good" I tell him reassuringly.

"She never gets mad Mom. That's kinda creepy." He went on to elaborate.

I didn't think I heard him right, so I asked, "What?"

"Really Mom, she never ever gets mad. That's creepy." He explained.

I had nothing to respond with.

But my insides laughed for days.

By: Ken Bennet

BEGINNINGS
In silent searching sorties to the psyche´s
secret store
of myth and magic memories
imagination bore
me onward over obstacles obscured by
legend´s lore.
In Principle or person was my parentage?
I prayed
to abrogate affects of ancient argument
as fact instead of fiction, forcing fantasies
to fade.
A baby born in Bethlehem, believed by us
to be
God´s gift of grace and glory, galvanized
Gethsemane --exposed the ego´s essence of eternal
enmity.
Thinking thus on theories theologicalin theme,
rejected I religion´s ruthless reasons
to redeem
this sinner from his sacrilegious search for
self esteem.
Where human happenings are hieroglyphs
of heresy,
obsolete obeisance over
objectivity,
trumpets tendencies to temper
triviality.

Why Bad Things Happen To Good People

Yes, it happens.

In this crazy world of ours, bad things happen.

I'm not talking about death and dying here, as the loss of a loved one is a devastating experience and dealing with that specific "bad thing that happens to good people," well, we'll save that for a later blog.

I'm talking about financial distress, gossip and vicious attacks on good people.

It pains my heart.

You see, my Pastors are enduring a personal crisis of their own and as a member of my church, I'm in awe how some "Christians" claim to be Christians, only to be mean and judgmental.

(Hint: That's not how us Christians are supposed to be - don't get me started!)

Anyway, in a personal conversation with the Mrs. Pastor of my church yesterday, I voiced my heartache to her, and how I felt so bad for her and her family.

She quickly assurred me that "God is allowing this for a reason."

I know and understand that God often uses high drama a/k/a crisis situations to strategically place people in their rightful situations.

I've experienced this and inasmuch as when you're enduring a personal crisis, you don't understand why God is doing things. . .as hindsight is 20/20 and you look back on your crisis, you can see how the hand of God used you as a pawn player in a game of chess to align you to where you're supposed to be.

But to be enduring such a crisis and knowing that God is allowing this for a reason?

That's faith.

That's beauty and praise in the Lord.

Amen.

Our Vacation

We left on Saturday for our week long stay in a cabin in the mountains.

It was raining cats and dogs when we left, and the forecast for the remainder of the weekend didn't look good.

I didn't care.

I was eagerly awaiting this vacation of ours, and I couldn't wait to get there.

In attendance: Myself, my son and niece.

When we arrived, well, I knew that my cabin had a deck that overlooked a stream of sorts, but I didn't expect this. It was a babbling brook and the sound, that soothing rushing water sound. . .I immediately relaxed.

We unpacked and the rain subsided so I spent pretty much the entire evening out on my deck, admiring my babbling brook.

Sunday was a busy day because I had company coming. I have friends who live close by to where I was staying, and I had other friends who were camping close by. Everybody was coming to my cabin for dinner.

"You're cooking?" My one friend asked when she arrived, laughter in her tone.

"Yes." I told her. "It happens." I giggled back.

When my other friends arrived, she looked at the table and the appetizer spread, then at me, "You cooked?" She asked with a shocked expression on her face.

"Shut-up and eat!"

We had fun. All the kids played and the adults admired the babbling brook.

I found the babbling brook, the nature, as I always do, a true inspiration. I spent my mornings writing poems, stories, and journaling. . .prayer journaling and journaling about the trip itself because sometimes pictures don't capture what words do.

So, every morning on my cabin vacation I spent out on my babbling brook with a cup of coffee and my journals, Bible and just let the inspiration flow, like the brook.

I knew we were stationed near a State Park and I knew a little about it from the research I did prior to our arrival. I told the kids that today we were going hiking.

They were thrilled.

So we went to the State Park and found a one-mile hike through the woods and right into a water fall. We took so many pictures there I was afraid we'd run out of film. My kid loved the entire hiking adventure, and I made a note to myself to put hiking on our Saturday activity list back home.

We drove around the State Park because I knew there was a lake around here somewhere. We found the entrance to the lake, a few miles from where we hiked. I couldn't see the lake, but the entrance was nice. We would come back another day for our lake adventure, I decided.

It was time to head back to our cabin for dinner.

At this time I completely miffed because I didn't have a cell phone signal, yet the cabin had cable. Actually, in the morning, before ten, with no clouds, I could get a signal. . .but it wouldn't last long.

Tuesday we went to our our friends campsite. We hung out there for the day. Their campsite is right on a huge river and the kids enjoyed the canoe. We ate a huge dinner, and went swimming in their campsite pool. It was a busy day, and I don't know what time it was when we got home, but we went straight to bed. I'm thinking it was like 8 pm or earlier.

Wednesday we spent at the nearby waterpark. Waterpark. My neck still hurts from sliding through a tube all day. The kids loved it. We hit Mc Donald's on the way home and got back to the cabin just in time to enjoy sunset by the babbling brook.

Thursday. Nothing. I decided I wasn't moving. I wasn't getting in a car, and I wasn't going anywhere. After my morning journaling, I found my book that I was attempting to read throughout the week and decided right then and there that today was the official "finish this book and start the next one" of the trilogy that I brought with me. (Reading is a luxury that I don't get to do too often) The kids played, fished and watched t.v. I read. All day. By the babbling brook. Late in the afternoon I started to feel a little guilty because my adult day might not be in the best interest of the children. But, we all needed a little r and r from our already very busy week.

Friday. We were up early and I announced that we would do some sight-seeing this morning. My niece wanted to know how we were going to do that without a computer. So I explained and we got in the car. We found a pretzel factory, candy factory and bakery. My son was in real shock before the sugar shock kicked in.

We went back to the cabin, had lunch, and packed snacks for the afternoon at the lake.

When we arrived, we parked far enough that I still couldn't see this alleged "lake beach" that was advertised both on-line and the signs in the park. So, I unpacked my beach chair.

"Mom, what's that for?"

"There's a beach around here somewhere. Wherever there's a beach, I have my chair." I explained.

"Chair. Book."

We walked for a while before the lake came into view, with it's beach.

I was in awe.

It was absolutely beautiful.

I knew that as I set up my chair and blanket (for the kids) that I found my retreat.

The lake nestled in the mountain with the ducks that just waddle on over, the peace and serenity that eloped my senses, I knew we'd be back again next year, and the year after that, and the year after that. . .

Saturday. We packed up and left. I said good-bye to my babbling brook but I knew I'd be back.

I also noticed that when we arrived, it had rained for a few days so the brook was much higher, and much louder. After a picture perfect week, the water had subsided, and so did the brook. I thought it ironic how when I arrived I was stressed out, and leaving ever so relaxed. My brook mirrored my emotions.

Of course I got deep. You should read the journals.

Today is Sunday, and I'm so very thankful for my vacation, and for the time spent with my son and niece.

Kidisms

"Mom, shut-up's not a bad word." My son blurted out this afternoon.

"Yes it is." I reminded him.

"No, that and ass are not bad words." He matter-of-factly informed me.

"Yes they are!" I assured him. "And if you use those words again, I'm putting soap in your mouth!" I threatened.

Silence. For almost a second.

"If I spell them their not bad words." He told me.

I won the glaring game and the subject was changed.

This Song Came To Mind. . .

In my thought I heard this song the rest of the way home.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv3mOPCH6bs

Those Were Some Clouds Yesterday

My son and I went to Target yesterday before dinner, around 4:30 ish. It was a hot, sunny day. We spent about an hour in there and when we came out, it was pitch black. The clouds were not only dark, but low. There was an eerie feeling in the air and I thought for sure a tornado was going to throw itself down any minute and swirl us into Oz. Needless to say, I was a little freaked out.

We got in the car before the rain slammed us and our packages, and I begin to drive home. The clouds were remaining to have me in complete awe as I don't ever remember seeing something this strange before. So, as a good Christian woman I started to pray, "Please Jesus, spare us from the devastion that a tornado will bring. . ."

While stopped at one of the many traffic lights that I endure on my little trip home, all of a sudden I envisioned Jesus stepping out of those clouds. "Yep." I thought to myself. "This is the type of sky that I read about in the Bible. . "

With the vision of Jesus coming through those clouds, I have to admit, it just added more panic to my already apparent psychosis.

The light changed green, and it started to drizzle.

Still thinking about Jesus coming through the clouds, all of a sudden an indescribable peace come over me.

At the next stop light, I looked up at the sky and just smiled, knowing that everything was okay, even me.

Chocolate

Is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Kidisms

"Mom, it's hot all over the earth now, summertime." My son matter-of-factly informed me.

"It is?" I asked.

"Yeah." He paused. "I think." He added.

"I think it's something we could look up on the internet tomorrow." I kissed his forehead. "Now go to sleep."

The next morning:

"Good morning!" I happily expressed when I saw his squinty eyes and messed up hair.

"Mom, it's morning here, but in other parts of the earth it's night time." He told me.

"Wow!" I said. "Do you ever stop thinking?" I asked, giggling and walking to the computer.

"Well, you're right. It's mostly summer all over the earth now, and it's officially 8:00 p.m. in China. So, you're right about that too." I explained.

He just looked at me.

That's some camp he's going too. . . .

Had To Do It!

I had to post the laughing pieces because a friend of mine is suffering a bout of depression. Inasmuch as I am trying to get her to church, she won't have it. But I can't leave her alone and let her be depressed. So I gave her the address to this blog and I'm hoping and praying that she reads it, and from experience I have learned that one way to get myself out of a downer funk is laughter.

It's absolutely amazing how comic relief will change your mood, your mindset and your disposition about things.

So, not only did I blog here, but I've been goofing with my friend and making her laugh every chance I get.

I can't go into what I've been goofing on her about as this is my Christian page, (yes, we Christians do know how to be inappropriate at times. . .)

So, laugh. Stop being so uptight about things.

It'll do your heart good.

Laughing. . .

"So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter. ~Gordon W. Allport

What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul. ~Yiddish Proverb


When people are laughing, they're generally not killing each other. ~Alan Alda


Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. ~Kurt Vonnegut


A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book. ~Irish Proverb


Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on. ~Bob Newhart

Even God says laugh. . .

A cheerful heart is good medicine. Proverbs 17:22

Music

Music is very important to me. It talks to me. I believe in Angels too, as much as I believe in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I also believe that God answers our prayers and music is one of those ways.

Angel music is another topic. . .

Kidisms

"Mom, wanna play Murphy?" He ever so proudly asks me.

"What's Murphy?" I ask.

"It's when I take your fingers and pull them back (he grabs my hand at this point and starts to demonstrate) and when it hurts, you say Murphy!"

I giggle.

"It's called Mercy, and no, I don't want to play." I take my hand out of his little hand.

"Come on Mom, it's fun!" He said.

"No it's not." I reply.

"What are they teaching you at that camp I send you too?" I ask, still giggling.

Two days ago it was an Indian burn.