Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Is This a Competition????
Ordinarily I love compliments but when anybody starts in on how "young" I look , I get very uncomfortable. They are either blind, or unaware of what I really look like, or putting pressure on me to not be my age!
So when my thirteen year old granddaughter started in with the "you are so young, grandma!" comments, I objected!
I objected so loudly I offended her .
Her indignant reply: "Well, I only have my other grandparents to compare you with and one of them is all crumpled up in bed and the other is dead!!!!!"
Ok. We have a winner.
I am a winner.
False victory, false victory, false victory.
Thanks for visiting the blog of an aging person.
I really do appreciate it.
Live long and prosper.
Try not to crumple up.
The battle against natural aging is one that , eventually, we all will lose.
We are all in this together.
Well, as good old Mom said as I gazed in the mirror,
"It's only skin deep. You best be practicing kindness and curbing your razor tongue. Those are the things that last."
PS Have you noticed my tongue is silky, not sharp? I hope so. I have worked hard. And I have the wrinkles to prove it!
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Internal and External
Get your feet there, and your heart will follow.
Get your heart there, and your feet will follow.
So they say.
My Latino Mormon friend with her abundance of exuberance and straight flowing stream of emotions and reactions, taught me one of her secrets of successful faith .
Of course faith is always successful, but often we do not see that..... ....
..............we see the gap, and not the fruition.
Not so with Fina. Fina kept a "prayer book".
"I talk to Jesus about everything, even my dirty oven. He cares. He helps me . He answers my prayers. I write down my prayer supplications...I BEG Him.....and then I go back and write in the answers to my prayers, when they come. Try it, Riverwatch. You will realize, you will see, how involved He is in your life if you want Him to be."
Not everybody has this kind of faith
or even wants it!
My wonderful pastor says prayer is not about a list of things you want/need!
But then my pastor was never a Mormon.
My pastor says faith is not about believing,
but is about being in right relationship with God.
but is about being in right relationship with God.
Heck, I believe that.
I also believe nothing will put you in right relationship with God faster than being in a foxhole!
Maybe I have been there.
No gun and bayonet.
"I am not a worm!
After Fina's enthusiastic discourse on faith-building, I decided to keep a prayer book, like Fina.
Prayer after prayer answered.
Sometimes with a No. A denied request that safeguarded me or others from an unforeseen adverse happening that only became apparent later.
Sometimes, in fact fairly often, my request would be granted in a different way (a better way and a better outcome) than I had requisitioned. Amazing. It is true He ignores our advice! I thank Him for that!
Often the answer came as inspiration, my heart and mind having been opened by prayer.
Some prayers remained unanswered for months....even a year or two....while I continued to pray...and then the prayer was miraculously answered.
My faith in being in relationship with God increased.
My ability to see His Hand in my life increased, even when the answer to my prayer was "no".
My conscious awareness of His love and interest increased exponentially.
Gratitude inudated my being.
My knowledge of God increased because I could see He was never "put off" by petty prayers.
In fact if you think about it in the big picture, most of our prayers are probably petty and paltry.
He is our Father. He knows the End from the Beginning and He has an amazing ability to love us and see our (petty?) concerns as real and significant to us in the here and now.
I wonder if prayer is about Him putting Himself in relationship with us in a manner that is "right" for us?
He knows what we need before we ask, but He still wants us to experience prayer.
In other words, if we don't pray, He is still looking out for us, but we are not allowing Him to develop relationship with us.
Perhaps He wants to be in relationship with us just as we long to be in relationship with our toddler children.
After a few years I gave up keeping a prayer book.
It was time consuming, and I had proved to myself the efficacy of prayer.
No need for more entries in the book.
The prayer book had made visible to me the fruition of faith.
I had a need for secret prayers,
because there is nothing like finding a person's prayer book to cause a family crisis!
(Face it. Even now, a couple of thousand years later, reading about those holier-than-thou Pharisees and their street-corner public prayers, we think they need a smack. )
Secret or public, internal or external, in my world the victory belongs to Christ.
Thank you for this visit,
As my mom always warned, "Be careful what you pray for. You may get it."
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Those centenarians! Even "almost" centenarians.
How dare they have wit when they are so old and frail.
Marj is just so frail and so brainy.
She says she is sick and tired of thinking so much because "at my age there is nothing to think about but depressing things. I need to quit thinking! I don't want to do anything either!!! But I don't want people to think I am negative."
Ahh. So you think you are going to outgrow caring how you are viewed?
Here's a clue: if you care what others think about you when you are 20, you will no doubt stand in front of a mirror at age 100 trying to make it all look better, you will monitor your own language and choice of words and you will groom and you will impulsively apologize from time to time for living so long.
Those folks who don't give a hoot what others think about them when they are 100 probably did not give a hoot what others thought when they were 20.
Marj had to drive....yes, she is a licensed driver.....to Sav-on to get a prescription refilled.
Standing ....yes, standing....in line she suddenly felt hands or a dog or something on her frail weak leg. Frightened, she looked down and some woman was rolling her pant-leg down.
"I have no idea how one of my pant legs got rolled up! I know I dressed, " she told me later.
Marj looked down at the woman.
"Thanks" she said. "I rode my bicycle here."
Thanks for buzzing by,