Word of the Day: World
Definition of World from Merriam Webster:
Word of the Day: Settle
How does one settle? What does one settle for in life? Where does one settle?
Some settle into a nap with their grandmother.
Word of the Day: Injustice
What is injustice? Is it a crime? Is it loss? Is it violation of your rights? Is it a violation of the rights of another?
For me, the loss of my niece in a motor cycle accident was an injustice to a young and aspiring life.
Word of the Day: Return
Returning Home?
Returning to a Well Loved Place?
Returning an item to the Store?
Returning a Friendship?
Returning Love?
Returning Hope?
Returning to What?
Sometimes I stray from Jesus love, and it is time to return to Him.
Ash Wednesday: Got Ashes?
Today is the first day of Lent. In honor of this time in the Christian year, this blog will be for Lent Devotions until Easter Sunday, March 31st. The United Methodist Church has a Lent Photo-a-Day recommendation in honor of Rethinking Church based on keywords.
Today’s word (okay, it’s really a phrase) is “Who am I?”
Who I am is a person continuing on her faith journey. What does faith mean? Am I faithful to God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit? Perhaps I will find out in the next few weeks.
Today I was able to walk over to Bronson Park and receive the blessing of ashes from Pastor Matt. From ashes we have come, and from ashes we shall all return.
I would enjoy hearing if you are also on a journey for Lent and what you’re doing at this time.
Tonight’s post is not about humor, it’s about humility. America’s First Responders humble me. Tonight the roads were slick and undesirable for driving. I don’t care to drive on ice slicked glass, and that was the condition I saw beneath my tires.
When I came across an accident, I ended up in line to pass it. There was one police car there, but no other for the eight or more vehicles. Shortly, fires trucks pulled up on each side of my car from Oshtemo Fire Department. What a blessing that all ambulance, fire, and police persons are trained in medical care.
As I child, I never understood why anyone disliked the police. My grandfather fell out of apple trees three times during my lifetime. Each time the first to arrive was the Fire Department. Second on the scene was the Police Department. Lastly, and after grandpa was stable and responsive, came the Ambulance Team.
At our country home, the Fire Department was nearest. Those men (no, there were no women) were always first and worked to stabilize my grandpa. Next were the Policemen (again, no women) who asked us gently what happened, and were impressed that a full-time apple man of 70+ years had fallen from an apple tree during active duty. Lastly were the Ambulance personnel (of course, no women) who loaded grandpa into their emergency vehicle on the Fire Department’s backboard.
For me, First Responders mean help, assurance, and kindness. I give thanks for them helping out all of us who were foolhardy enough to travel the roads this evening. I am humbled by the gift they give to the community.
Morale of the Story: No matter if it’s a fire wreaking havoc or icy roads causing crashes, the Fire Department and other First Responders are there for us!
Today I was finally putting away multiple loads of laundry. Only two loads were from today, one load from a few days ago, and two loads from two weeks ago. I don’t understand it. I enjoy clean clothes, and it only takes a few minutes to put clothes in the closet and dressers, but I don’t do it until my room looks like FEMA would be needed to put the clean clothes away.
Of course, by the time I do put them away, some have cat hair and others are too wrinkled to wear. Then it takes at least half an hour to get it all back in place.
Today, I not only put my clothes away, I hung them in the closet by color. I like color. I was surprised to find how much blue there is in my closet. I’ve worked on lots of red and brown, but I hadn’t realized the blues were up there. This way, I was able to eliminate from my closet any duplicates to donate to the Kalamazoo Free Store.
There are two items I won’t be getting rid of any time soon, even though I don’t wear them. One is a blue sweater with leaves embroidered on it. It used to belong to my Aunt Gladys. I miss her, and I enjoy having something that was close to her heart. The other is a plaid green and blue (it’s in the green section) that was my dad’s. I have many happy memories of him in that shirt.
All in all, it was a successful day. The laundry is done and put away until I procrastinate another day. I replaced a bulb but broke the 63-year-old glass shade, and I spent time petting all four cats.
Morale of the Story:
Don’t count the broken lamp shades, count the colors of your life.
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