Happy Messages…

November 30, 2015

Don’t worry, be happy.

When you choose joy you feel good…

You are as happy as you choose to be.

If you don’t like where you are, then change it. You are not a tree.

Don’t worry. God is never blind to your tears, never deaf to your prayers, and never silent to your pain. He sees, He hears, and He will deliver.

Feeling good now, are we? Feeling happy, joyous, moving  life to something better since you have no roots to hold you stuck in the same ground? Now that you know God can see, hear, and ‘sound’ to your pain, are you ready to receive that deliverance?

Thought so. Me, too.

The messages are all over the place. Be. Choose. Trust God. Instant.

But…it is not. Read it again. IT.IS.NOT.

Unless you are a child, you will worry, be sad, angry, get stuck, cry, pray without ‘answers’, and hear deafening silence in your pain.

In no way am I discounting God, BUT people have splashed these sayings so much in our face that it makes you lose your breath. And while you may read or hear them, the heart and soul can still be unaffected as soon as you veer away from that Pinterest,  motivating article, television evangelist, and/ or local church sermon, only to be right back in the same state of mind.

Sometimes, MOST times, it TAKES TIME. That is a  sentence of three in times and yes, that is what I mean. Time. It depends on what you are dealing with and your particular personality. Some are offended at someone looking at them a bit too long in the checkout line. Others go sulk because they weren’t invited to the party . Still yet, others may have been sick for a week and no one bothered to see why they didn’t show up at Sunday School and they will be happy as clams just to be able to get back on schedule the next week. 

 Take this for what it’s worth to you. A lot, a bit, or nothing at all.

Just do yourself a favor. Don’t be ruled by the stuff written or said on Happy Messages.


Thanksgiving Countdown…

November 24, 2015

Four a.m., seven hours of sleep, eyes open, and the clock starts. Menu: Dinner will consist of turkey, ham, canned jellied cranberry sauce, the smooth type, and naturally, Ocean Spray…I mean is there any other kind!? Chicken and dressing, some sort of bread (I FORGOT rolls),possibly creamed potatoes, and a first for me, turtle pie. I may throw in some French green beans if I’m feeling the need. Supper will be potluck at my sister-in-laws where it is tradition, with another batch of my C & D and Eagle Brand cream cheese pie with cherry topping.

Plans today include chop and cook onion, celery, cornbread, and chicken for dressing. That’s usually the most time consuming. Ham, I’ll cook tomorrow and we can consume it on Thursday morning while the turkey cooks leisurely in the oven.  The turtle pie sure sounds delicious, but when my son mentioned it I asked him what to buy. “Google it”, he says…Ok…I do this while at the store and all these recipes show up and I decide on one that looks good. After he gets home from work, I show him all the stuff I bought and he says, “Where’s the pretzels?” . What pretzels??? I told him I saw no pretzels listed in the ingredients on the one I chose. He said it was okay, that it would turn out delicious he was sure with what I’d bought. Love this young man. Good thing, too. Fourteen dollars worth of stuff for the pie!

Looking forward to the day and hoping bodies and souls will be filled  with good food and good memories.

Just so you know… Black Friday is going to be my day of leisure, so I’ll be going for another piece of turtle pie and some turkey and ham. Yesss…I did mention turtle pie first…

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Last Of Original Kin…

November 11, 2015

There’s no place to go

Home is no more

Gone with the flow

In time, upon shores

No longer to tread

Or Sail to again

Full days have all come

Lost to the winds

Green grass and cold winter

The blanket is spun

Into the deep sleep

They all now have gone

Yet still I have hope

I see the day’s sun!

The glimmering web

Of life’s tiny threads

One day will for me

Drift down till I’m dead

The spark still remains

As clear as a sound

That whispers quietly

Someday I am bound

For pasture in Earth

To rest a sweet sleep

Then somewhere God takes me

His Own for to keep

R.Webb / copyright 2015