Despite the ugliness of Alzheimer’s with its thievery, the soul of the person remains. Thankfully, God does not forget and knows we need those brief reminders, those moments of clarity that give us a snippet of respite from an otherwise devastating thief. (Isaiah 42:16, Isaiah 43:1-3)
We all know how sharing our political views in this forum, and similar, can produce explosive conversation, which is why I do not make it a habit of sharing mine. However, I do want to thank one of My Monkeys for sharing this article through email.
As I read this very interesting piece, I was reminded of my own comments during a recent conversation with family. I cannot understand the Trump-et’s want to be a presidential candidate. He is arrogant, bombastic, and does not possess the typical decorum we are accustomed. He is not afraid to speak his mind, does not care if people disagree with his opinions, and makes no apologies for them.
Do I think he will receive the nomination for his party? Time will answer that question. Yet, I believe his purpose is to bring forward the truth of each candidate, no matter his or her party affiliation.
My Monkey, I too, will keep listening as long as he continues to sound off along this line.
Well Devil Dog and Lovely, my orders are complete as you are in heaven sitting with Jesus and those who went before. Your journey of life has only just begun. So, the tears your family and friends shed are not for you but for those who remain. Will they all see you again one day? Oh, I hope so! What a never-ending family picnic that will be! (Isaiah 25:6, 1 Corinthians 15:1-4, John 3:16)
My thoughts written February 8th after saying goodbye to our Dad. We know he is in heaven sitting with his Lord and family who went before. His journey of life has only just begun.
There was a point in my younger years when I loved roller coasters. Anticipation swiftly changed to exhilaration after climbing the highest peak followed by a lightening speed journey through the disorienting twists and turns, ending with a shout, let’s do that again. Yet, this roller coaster our family is riding is not so amusing but exhausting, and will not end with the same exclamation. One minute we ride the high of laughter and giddiness, the next we circle the lows of approaching uncertainty. It is during those sharp low curves our petite mother shares her wisdom with quiet grace; our job is not to understand the whys of this ride but to sit back trusting God with the controls to know what is best for us all. (Proverbs 3:5-6)
Be thankful for dirty dishes, they have a story to tell. ~ a message on a marquee
My least favorite household chore is washing dishes. As a child, it always was and remains so today. Why, you ask. I cannot tell you. The reason escapes me. To this day, I would rather clean the bathroom than wash dirty dishes.
At each holiday dinner, the most important question to my mother (at least in my mind) is, are we using the dishwasher today? However, after reading that message, dirty dishes and their need for washing are beginning to change my perspective. Their stories of well-fed bellies instead of hunger give reminders this basic need met is what some take for granted while others crave.
Why did everyone decide to go shopping on the same day at the same time? Were they influenced by the chill of the overcast autumn day?
Feeling frustrated by the oppressive obstacle of humanity, the weary shopper zigzagged her way through the aisles to the shortest checkout line. With her transaction complete and making her last skillful maneuver toward the exit doors, she anticipates the feeling of relief the drive home will give. However, to her disappointment she must move around one last stumbling block.
“Ma’am, would you like to buy some popcorn, “asked the four foot Boy Scout with arms outstretched and a smile of exuberance that could brighten the dreariest of days. Without missing a step, the shopper politely declined but didn’t proceed too far when she thought, you may not want or need popcorn but that boy needs more than a “no thank you” for his effort . With a swift about face that left her bags swinging, the shopper digs into her wallet, taps the young scout on his shoulder, and hands him a sizeable bill saying, “Thank you for your effort in helping your organization. Never give up. Even when it looks like you are failing, always keep trying.”
Who received the better of the gift, the shopper or the scout and his organization? I think the shopper. Feeling buoyantly happy and energetic, she forgot where she parked her car bringing to mind the biblical truth, you are far happier when giving than receiving. (Acts 20:35)