My husband and I were in the mall. He was getting his watch fixed. I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall. Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself. Out loud. When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..
My “To Do” list for when I get to Heaven is growing. The first hundred years, I want to stand on the Mount of Olives overlooking the New Jerusalem and praise God for His faithfulness and loving kindness and mercy to me. Then I have to find Ezekiel. I have to tell him that I read his book, and that what he said set me free from believing that I was under a curse from my father. I don’t know…..
To pray or not to pray, that is the question. It’s a question I have grappled with since I became a believer in Jesus. In “Choosing Life,” I told you about my dysfunctional family. I may have been the scapegoat, but the destructive force in our lives was my father. It was in my mid-twenties that I decided to believe that Jesus was real and that He was my only hope. My first prayer for my father was that he…..
That’s me. I am a blabbermouth. But, the only secrets I share are my own. In “Choosing Life,” I told you that it was not a tell-all book. I told only enough to paint a picture, only enough to show desperation, only enough to show that my path was on a downward spiral. And then God stepped in and turned my story upside-down. My hope is that someone will be encouraged by my story. At the time, I felt that…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I am allergic to roses. When I heard the song “I Never Promised You A Rose Garden,” I was thrilled. Nothing would be more deadly to me that a rose garden. Bottom line: Never be allergic to something that everybody loves. On the news today, the lead story was a German airliner that crashed into the Alps. The father of one of the young people killed in the crash said to the other…..
I am a natural born spectator. In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was born with asthma. Athletics was out of the question, but, early on, I enjoyed watching others. I especially liked watching the boys throw a baseball. It was pure poetry. This carried into my adult life where I enjoyed watching men throw a baseball. It’s a beautiful thing to watch, the graceful throw and the amazing catch. Pure perfection in action. Singing is not my gift…..
Growing up is complicated. It takes a while. For some of us, it takes a lot longer than for others. Does God expect us to grow up? Yes. In Ephesians 4:15, He tells us “Speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into Him who is the Head, that is, Christ.” Paul warns us about needing the ‘milk’ of the gospel and not growing up enough to accept ‘solid food’ from the Word of God. So,…..
In “Choosing Life.” I told you that everything I learned, I learned from the movies. As a young girl, I would watch ‘old movies’ after my folks went to bed. By ‘old movies’ I mean movies from the 40’s and 50’s. They were made before special effects and gruesome violence, so they depended on good stories, interesting characters, and happy endings. I remember one movie about a young woman who wanted to marry a rich man. She went to a…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you about my dysfunctional family. Both my mother and my father were damaged people. They disowned me in 1975. In 1980, my father left my mother for a woman younger than me. My mother had been a diabetic since 1943. so my father left a very sick woman. He drained her bank accounts. I re-established contact with her when I learned that my father left. In 1987, her kidneys failed. I brought her into my…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was a single parent raising two boys. When I bought our house, I bought it because it had three bedrooms and the garage had been converted into a pool room complete with a pool table. I didn’t even look at the kitchen. I don’t cook. The boys would bring their friends over to play pool. I would sit in the family room, with the door to the pool room open. I had…..