Blessings to you on this blessed Christmas day

. . . as we celebrate the birth of our Savior and Lord. His love is amazing. My day is being spent, in most part, with the dogs. I did have a morning breakfast with my good friend, Ruthie. Then I spent an hour or so with my friend, Bonnie, who is in a medical Rehab/Treatment facility. I look forward to having a full-fledged home cooked Indian meal with my dear friends, Pam & Bob, along with Ginny and Karen. Although my family is scattered at Christmas time, friends are near at hand. God is good. Be blessed!

Let It Snow?

Oh no! They are getting record breaking snow in California, and it is headed east. Remember last winter? Even that was a tip of the iceberg compared to the blizzard we had - let's see -- I think it was in 1994 or thereabouts. I lived elsewhere then. It seemed that I spent as much time on my roof as I did on the ground. Talk about leaks. When the melting came, my house became an indoor water rink. It was indeed interesting as my furniture got moved around like checkers on a board to avoid the drips. The bottom line? Please, Lord, don't let us become another California scenario.
Last year, I shoveled paths for the dogs to plow through. When the wind blew, the paths became tunnels! I kid you not. The top of each path blew shut, but the bottom remained open. I couldn't have done that had I tried. My neighbors thought I was a very clever snow-crafter. The tunnels were more creative than their snow men. This winter I'd rather settle for a simple "dusting" that my broom could handle.
How about you?

The happy blogger -- I think

I was supposed to come up with something for the Agape fellowship dinner on Sunday. (Lord, why is it that the pastor just won’t take No for an answer? What is it about NO that she doesn’t understand?) I never know what to say at these things. Well, maybe if I worked on a BLOG, something would come to me. OK, what could I write? The BLOG had nothing to do with the church, or the fellowship dinner. Oh well. So be it. I’d been thinking about cleaning out the accumulated clutter in the house. I do that at the beginning of each year. I’d BLOG about that. Somebody should be able to connect with that. OK, here goes.


Cleaning Out Clutter

A new year is soon upon us – a new start! I know what I’ll do. I’ll begin by cleaning out clutter. I’ll start with the closeted clothing that hasn’t been worn for too many years to count. Frowning, I leaf through hangers. (Listen in on a conversation that I have with myself).

“That one?” (But it was a favorite.)

“Well then, why haven’t you worn it for twenty years?” (OK, out it goes)

“What about that antique?” (Well, it might come back in style again – they always do. Look how I got rid of those nice velour sets and now they’re the fashion).

“Well, what about that blouse? You’ve had it forever!” (Oh, I know everyone in church will recognize it . . . but I should be able to wear it soon, cuz the old timers are all dying off. . .). Certainly, I’m not an old timer yet.

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At this point, the thought hits – is that a sign of old age or bad health – or both? Maybe neither. Was it just their time to go? Perhaps their purpose here had been fulfilled. Hmm. In my pursuit of purpose, it may be needful to concentrate on my thinking as well as my closet.

Does this New Year find me with new purpose – or perhaps new resources to fulfill an already defined goal? Is the pathway to that purpose the same as before? Or do I need to try another, perhaps less traveled road: One that has no familiar landmarks?

Do I anticipate new pathways with excitement? Or with dread? How will the meaning of my existence unfold throughout each month that lies ahead? Each week? Or even each day? At the close of any given day, will I find the answer to a deep heart cry – why am I here? Am I making a difference?

When I sit staring at a blank computer screen, will the words begin to flow from within, waiting for my mind to catch up? Will the awesome presence of God enhance my daily endeavors this year? Will each today contain bubbles of joy that spill out to lighten someone’s load and transform a frown into a smile? Or will a present or past grief or pain cloud the room with shadows? After all, I’ve lost so many dear friends these past few years. My loss was Your gain, Lord.

What purpose fills my hand for each today that lies before me? What melodies fill the atmosphere around my life?

Yes, Lord, I think I’ll get back to uncluttering (or is it decluttering?) Whatever – Like Hezekiah, I’ll work at ridding out the rubbish from this temple (my life), inwardly as well as outwardly, so that hopefully, your purposes are playing their tunes in and through me throughout this year.

You’ve been speaking to my heart through this crazy BLOG thingee, Lord. Thanks. Guess I’ll end with a prayer:

Lord, give me the grace to allow You to fulfill Your purpose for me in the days ahead. Amen.

Sad news for us -- but rejoicing for them

On Thanksgiving Day, I was privileged to attend a special gathering at the home of George and Jan Cross. Jan had been battling cancer for about four years. Her family and some friends came to her bedside on this day to give thanks for His goodness. Pastor Mel Weaver and others led us in songs and thoughts from God's Word. It was truly a precious time at Jan's bedside. Three days later, Jan was welcomed into her heavenly home. Her memorial service was held the following Friday evening at Grace Chapel. It was a beautiful time of worship led by her family.

Jan had accompanied me to India on a missions trip in 1994. We had also worked together in several settings. She was one of my very dear friends, and even though we did not see one another often in more recent times, she will be missed.  One of my most impressive memories of Jan is the day she had completely severed an index finger with a power saw. She scooped it up, drove herself to the hospital, and told them, "sew it on, I'm a pianist." They did sew it on, but it was inoperative -- and yet Jan continued to play piano beautifully. What a gal.

That's not the end of the story. Just two days ago, I received a call from India. My good friend, Marian Butler, also joined the heavenly host. I'm sure she was surprised to find that Jan had gotten there first. Marian hosted us in India, and introduced us to many folks to pray with and arranged for us to minister in various churches. Marian and I loved the River of God. She visited the states on numerous occasions, and always cooked Indian curry for me when she came. In fact, Marian taught me how to turn leftovers into a tasty curried feast. I'll miss her phone calls. She would say, "Hello, Sweetheart! This is Marian in India . . ."

Lord, thank You for memories so sweet........... and for gracing my life with their friendship.

We have a new howse mate . . .

and his name is Hershey. (Mom calls him Hershey kiss.) Hershey often comes to visit, when his mommy and auntie go owt for appointments and stuff. We offen go to his howse too. In fact, we have stayed there a lot, even for overnites, when Mom has gone away. Hershey seems to miss his own mommy, but we know he lykes us too. Mom sez we must pray for him so he duzn't get homesick. Will you pray for him too? I'm shure he'll apreesh -- appreshea -- apree ---- uh, be glad! I gess we need to pray for his mommy too cuz she is in the hosspittal.
Thank yu. Luv, Mitzi
PS - Daisy sez hi.

Photos of the great grand

Isn't he a charmer?

Giants in the land, part 2

I've learned that my greatest enemy is within. In part 1, I shared with you that Impatience is one of my foes. There is another culprit that shows up when I least expect it. Its name is Indecision. This rascal even tries to change my mind when it is decided. Of all the nerve! After it took me forever to decide in the first place. Indecision will have me change outfits on a Sunday morning, agonize over the choice of an item on the grocery shelf, ponder whether to go to the gym or peck the 'puter keys -- you've got the picture. Now, it's not wrong to consider options, but this giant of Indecision pops up when it really is not necessary. I'm praying, Lord, help me to allow your mind to function within me. I know my time will be better spent and therefor my days more productive for the kingdom of God.

I believe part of the secret to slaying the giant(s) within, is to name it, and then apply the Word of God to it. I've found that the sword of the Spirit will cut it off when I use it. I must confess that most of the time I don't realize that Indecision has slipped in. So perhaps I first need to pray for the Holy Spirit to signal me at the first sign of a quandry over a choice.

Any suggestions?

I've been told that I'm not wrapped too tight

. . . but I'm glad. In my class, I've been considering the account of the raising of Lazarus. When Jesus approached the tomb, He wept -- and then commanded, "Lazarus, come forth!" We know the rest of the story. By the power of God, Lazarus came out of that tomb -- all bound up. Now, that in itself was a miracle. How on earth did he manage to get up and walk out with all those wrappings? Don't know. Don't much care. The fact that matters is that he came out of that tomb alive. Jesus then instructed, "Unwrap him and let him go." Yep. I'm not wrapped too tight -- in fact, I'm glad to be completely unwrapped. Freedom! Many of God's people are all bound up, not living in the freedom that has been purchased at Calvary, and fully realized at another empty tomb. Jesus is risen indeed!

Say what?

We've been sooooooooooooo good. Have you noticed that our mom hasn't written about us lately? Do we have to misbehave for her to put us on her blog? She posted that latest photo of me (Mitzi) but didn't say anything about it, so I guess I better fill you in.
Mom took Daisy to the groomer a few weeks ago, so I shivered in expectation cuz I knew I would be next. My groomer is different that Daisy's because there's a man at Daisy's grooming place. I don't like men very much until I get to know them. Anyhow, my groomer is a lady who hugs and snuggles me, and smooches me. She tries to butter me up, but I know what she is up to.
So last Monday mom told me it was time for my groomer appointment. That's when I looked up and said, "Say what?" I tried my best with whimpering little sounds, and heart-tugging looks to tell her that I didn't want a skinny clip. It's getting too cold! Guess what? It worked! When we got to the groomer, mom told her, "I just want you to give her a scissor cut this time. It's too cold, and she is looking so cute this way." I know it takes longer for mom to brush me but I sure am glad she understood my whimperings. I told Daisy that we really do have good mom.
What do you think?

Does God blog?

While I waited upon the Lord as a participant at a prayer meeting tonight, I was struck with the number of times that the scriptures make reference to writing. My thoughts hopped from scripture to scripture. For example, we know that in the beginning was the Word . . . the spoken, creative Word. That Word, given to men became the scriptures, which we call the Word of God. We read that God wrote on tables of stone when He gave the ten commandments to Moses. He wrote. I like that. Malachi 3:16 speaks of a book of remembrance that records the thoughts of those who fear His name. Who is writing it? Hmm. I think I know and that excites me. I wonder if my reflections are written there? Of course, there is also the book of life. My name is written there.
Is yours?

I'm a proud mama

I spent time with my younger son, Blain, today. That in itself is always a blessing. We enjoyed a curry buffet at Passage To India -- a double blessing! But the greater delight was in learning that he had recently been called upon to fill the pulpit on a Sunday morning. Here is just a few lines of His message:

"Best friends are willing to go the extra mile for one another. There is nothing that we would not attempt to do to lighten the burden of our best friend. We sense the pain, the suffering, the stress, and the needs of our friends and we step in to lighten the load.


"These are just a few attributes of true friendship. Christ presents all these to us. He desires fellowship, quality time with each of us. We have found so much stuff to occupy us that often we neglect quality time with Jesus. Are we as open and intimate with Christ as we are in our best friendships? We put aside this time on Sunday to be with Christ, but does our friendship with Christ offer quality time with Him the remaining six days of the week? I have to confess that my time is sometimes pretty limited. What would you or I be willing to change or give up in our lives that we would be able to give the time needed to improve on a true relationship as a friend with Christ?

"I have been challenged this week in my preparations to look closely at my relationship with God as a true friend. Am I open with Him about everything, or do I beat around the bush in my conversation with Him? Do I even bother to consider Him in everything that I am about? I offer to you this morning that regardless of where you feel you are in your personal relationship with God, He desires your friendship even more. What can you do about it? He wants us to stay in touch."

That's good stuff! Don't you agree?

Cutting off the heads of the giants in the land

The Old Testament accounts of giants in the land give us clues as to their traits. Some are friendly, others a threat. But they are all huge. Problems are like that, especially personal "issues". Some of them, we have become so comfortable with, that we want them around. These are the friendly giants. Others have proved to be enemies. They take up too much space. But they are all a threat.
For example, the giant called Impatience. He pops up when he is least expected. Things are going great, and all of a sudden something happens -- a glitch in the program -- and presto! Impatience is on the scene, center stage. You seemingly get him under control with a dab of an apologetic prayer. OK. Now we can get on with the daily events. You decide on a hot dog for lunch. With catsup. The bottle is empty. No problem, you like mustard with onions. You peel the onion, cut it up, get the mustard. Oops. Forgot the hot dog was cooking. Rather, overcooking. In your attempt to rescue it, you burn yourself and drop the dog -- which is the cue for the two Bichon retrievers to do their thing. There went the dog -- the hot dog, that is. Oh well, you weren't that hungry. Want to settle for the bun?
Impatience is just dying to get in on the act. You can almost feel him crowding you out. But instead, you give him a poke with the tip of your sword. I will bless the Lord at all times, you sing. And off comes his head. You are learning that you are the land, and the giants are the nasty little foxes that have grown up inside you.
What giants have you befriended? You have a sword. Use it. If they are not too big, a stone might do.

Writing favor continues in spite of misgivings

What a wonderful start to a new week. On Monday, I received three published stories that I had written -- and three checks. It is always great to 'have written' -- and greater to have been published -- but when I actually receive payment for what I write, it's a plus. The kind of stuff I write doesn't earn much -- but I am grateful for the opportunity to share my heart with others -- even if the stories and articles are "freebies". The free stuff constitutes a return blessing to those worthy Christian publications that cannot afford to pay. The goodness of God is immeasurable. I pray your endeavors are meeting with the Lord's blessing as well. Won't you share them so we may rejoice together?

New guide dog giving new freedom

Introducing Nola, a golden retriever. I believe she will worm her way into your heart just by viewing her photo. As she is learning all the complicated routes in Salem, MA, Tina is experiencing a liberty that she has not known for awhile. Please pray for their safety, protection -- and a long and happy journey together. Amen?

I'm either very brave or unbelievably dumb

Remember the "new writing challenge" of which I spoke? Well, I'm desperately trying to learn the in's and out's -- and scrambling for article ideas. The problem is that 50% of the articles have to be "local" with a news slant. My topic (Harrisburg Christianity Examiner) makes that a bit difficult -- at least for me. But I've learned through the tutorials and community page that they do pay for articles that meet the requirements. They have published what I sent. Please check them out and give me some feedback. If you can't get into the site or to my page let me know. I believe you can access my articles by going to the link I'm providing here: http://www.examiner.com/. Make sure you are on the Harrisburg page. My page is in the Religion/Spirituality channel and my title is as above: Harrisburg Christianity Examiner. If the LDS title is shown don't go there. That was a mistake on their part. It isn't active, but it won't go away. LOL. I'd appreciate if you'd give it a try and let me know how it worked. Many thanks (kiss kiss).
Blessings!

A postscript to the previous post

. . . is that I've had yet another acceptance of a personal experience story. It must be harvest time. I'm thankful for favor. I am encouraged by these personal evidences of the Lord's activity in my circumstances. However, it is also a joy to witness the fulfillment of the spiritual aspirations of others. For example, the local church that I attend now has a website. Check it out by clicking on the Agape Fellowship link. Thanks again, everyone, for your encouragement.

A praise for the Lord's favor

A story that I had written some years ago has been published in the November issue of  an online publication. The story is entitled, Scene of the Crime, and the publication is called Now What? Check it out. The link is http://nowwhat.cog7.org/.

Morgan Hahn's story reminds me of the marvel of forgiveness, and the healing balm that it provides. When I recall the trauma caused by the senseless murder of Morgan's wife and son, I can't help but wonder how I would have handled such an injustice --  and the unbearable emotion pain that he endured. When I was interviewing Morgan, crying with him, no -- sobbing with him --  as I probed for the horrid details. He had agreed to allow me to write his story because, as he said, Lana (his murdered wife) would want it done. Taking Morgan back into the painful feelings of that tragic night tore him up -- and yet it proved to be the start of the healing process in his life.

I've seen Morgan several times since I've done his story. The Lord has blessed his life, and the greatest victory has been his grace to forgive. Could I have done that? Could you? Read his story. Click on the link above, or you can find it on Facebook.

Gracie Joy

Gracie Joy Bauder

My dear friends in Jamestown, PA have sent me photos of their "zoo". Here is just one photo of their little doggie, a fairly new member of their family. Now, wouldn't you love to have this cutie to play with? I think she is well named, don't you? Look at that innocent face.

Janet reminded me of the time I did one of my "flying nun" acts and landed in the flower bed -- while she waited in the car wondering what was taking me so long. Ah yes. As my writing mentor, Anne Sirna, used to tell me (with wonderment in her eyes) -- "How wonderful. The Lord has given you so many interesting things to write about!"

Well, Janet, you and David picked a winner with Gracie.

New writing challenges on my plate

I finally received notification that my page on Examiner.com has been activated. That means I can begin to post publicly. My title is Harrisburg Christianity Examiner. I have published my first article entitled, Rescue at Dock Street Dam . . .. I am taking tutorials to learn the techniques required to operate the posting tool -- and they've just incorporated a new tool which makes it a double challenge. If it comes to mind, please wing a prayer in my behalf.

They suggest publishing at least 3 articles per week with a photo. The articles are to be newsworthy and at least 50% of them should be local. A challenge indeed has flown from the horizon to my plate. The good news is that they will take reprints providing the original publisher allows. The tricky part is that I consider myself an inspirational writer. I'm counting on the Lord to teach me to inspire in this secular arena. Thanks, y'all for your support.                                                                          --Penny

It was a plot . . .

. . . this invitation to meet her for a muffin. We were visiting sociably when I innocently asked, "How is the website coming?" You see, the Agape* church is setting up a website -- getting our feet wet with a lot of help. Apparently, I fell right into the muffin dough, and she jumped into the batter with me. Without any hesitation, she filled me in on all the progress that had been made. And then the blueberry dropped out of the muffin. "I really need help from someone who can write . . ." I guess you know who that someone was. Well, we're working together on it, and well . . . it did give me something to blog about.
Penny
P.S. I warned her that she would see it in print. Here 'tis.
* Agape [pronounced ah-gah-pay]

She did it again



Mitzi



Our Mom gave us such a good time last night. It was bedtime. She hooked Daisy and me (Mitzi) together on our double leash arrangement to go potty. Then she said to Daisy, "I've got you where I want you, Dais," as she sprayed the anti-itch spray on her tail where she has a hot spot. Anyhow, she opened the door and let us out, closed the door and disappeared. Daisy looked at me and whispered, "C'mon, Mitz, let's split." She drug me down the steps and away we went.



Daisy



Now, you know I would not have run away. I'm Mommy's sidekick. It was all Daisy's fault. I had no choice but to follow cuz she's bigger than I am. I looked back over my shoulder, but Mom wasn't looking. Daisy never looked back. She just tore across the road dragging me along. I'm glad nothing was coming. Then Daisy drug me across the yards. It was kind of nice, I have to admit.

It was dark and cool, and it was raining a little, but we didn't mind that. We went past a few homes and came to a neat place in one of the yards that had a lot of interesting smells. So we stopped there to sniff around. All of a sudden a car pulled up beside us, a door opened, and I heard, "Mitzi, Daisy, c'mon." Caught. Daisy looked at me and I looked at her, and then back at Mom. She smiled, and said, "Good girls, c'mon, let's go for a ride."

Now I'm not too fond of car rides, but that was right up Daisy's alley. She flew to the car, dragging me alongside. Mom got out and let us in the front seat, with our wet, dirty feet. She never lets us up front with dirty feet. I mean, never! She drove us home, praised us for not going on the roads and staying in the Park. Then she escorted us into the house, dried us with a towel, and the whole time she was laughing and saying, "I can't believe it. I did it again." It's strange but Mom is still laughing. I wonder what's so funny?

Will you tell me?

Steps to Emmaus

Shivering, I pulled a blanket around my shoulders. The edge of the small roll-away bed where I sat sagged like my spirits. I was troubled and bewildered. “God, talk to me,” I whispered as I opened my Bible.

I penned those words a half century ago! That was the day I chose Philippians 3:10 as my life’s verse.  That I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death.


Increasing domestic problems had enslaved me in hopeless, helpless defeat. But now, a glimmer of hope pulsated within. I had no idea what the future held or how I would manage, and yet the uncertainty and fear of the unknown vanished. God was with me. He had spoken to me. My life was in His hands. Since that time, the Lord has taken me through many "gateways" on the road to His throne.

Like Esther of the Bible, the disciples on the road to Emmaus were being prepared. The preparation was intense. Part of our preparation will be an intensity of spiritual cleansings and anointings. Let's not look for an escape, or put up our defenses. The disciples failed to understand the reason for the crucifixion until they witnessed the resurrection.

We are on a road called Life. It is leading straight to the throne of God. If you seem to have encountered roadblocks along the way, be encouraged. Jesus knows how to recalculate the route. When you walk with Him you are in good company.

How have you connected with Him through your ups and downs?

New Opportunities in the Writing Realm

I've been approved for the position of Harrisburg Christianity Examiner with http://www.examiner.com/. My posts will not be made public for about two weeks. I'd really appreciate your prayers for this new endeavor. I did not solicit the opportunity, and do not know how it came to my doorstep. I think it may be a result of having attended the Montrose Christian Writer's Conference, but I'm not sure. It will be quite a challenge to meet the expectations of the managers of this website. Lord, I'm depending on You.

Treasures of Darkness

And I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that it is I, the Lord God of Israel, who calls you by your name. --Isaiah 45:3
We need to search for treasures in the ordinary. We don't always appreciate the seemingly mundane tasks or the uniqueness of the ordinary soul. But ordinary events are gates, doors to the extraordinary. On a starlit night, which seemed to be an ordinary night, there burst forth a new Star, pointing out the resting place of a new order of Creation in a New Day. This One Who would change the course of human history forevermore was cradled in an ordinary manger in an ordinary stable.

But this was no ordinary babe. It was the birthplace of a King. A Treasure had come to a sin-sick world - a Treasure in the midst of darkness. A heavenly King, disguised in human flesh, walked among men who were ordinary. His touch became the magic that transformed ordinary lives into vessels of honor - even as ordinary water was turned into wine at the wedding at Cana. He showed us that He saves the best for last, so that our ordinary lives would no longer seem futile, but fulfilled.

We, like Nicodemus, learned that a second birth released us from the dungeon of darkness to thrust us forth into Light, into the Kingdom of His dear Son. "Seek first the Kingdom of God," He said. "Consider the lilies" -- "Let not your heart be troubled" -- "Come unto Me" -- "Go and sin no more."

He demonstrated the Power of Peace, spoken to the wind and the waves; and His cry in Gethsemane's ghetto, "If it be possible, let this cup pass from Me," poured out in blood and tears to become for us the prayer that never fails -- "Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine be done." And new meaning comes to the darkness. "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

The grave clothes could no longer bind Him; the tomb can no longer hold Him. Darkness would no longer diffuse His Light. Human flesh no longer conceals His Glory. The wonder of His resurrection is that we too, become treasures within the darkness - for we have this treasure in our earthen vessels. Now we can proclaim with certainty, He is coming again! We rehearse His words: "In a little while you will not see me, but I am coming for you."

We see that His coming is not an end in itself, but rather, a means to an end. Our mission is to seek first His kingdom, to lose our selfishness and self-centeredness, in order that He may become in and through us, all that He desires to be. That we might be broken bread and poured out wine in celebration of a New Creation, a New Day, and a New Order of Life -- becoming echoes of praise to our generation, dispelling darkness by showing forth His Light.

His Holy Spirit strengthens us to live, to love, to proclaim, "Even so, Lord Jesus, come!"

I Know She Didn't Mean It

Or did she? When I arrived home from the flu shot ordeal yesterday, I was greeted by the two barking Bichons as usual. Not so usual was the ripped venetian blind on the front window. I knew it was Daisy. She's the rascal who tries to attack the cats through the window from the back of the couch.

"Daisy, what did you do?" I demanded (Well, what did it look like, Dummy?)

"It wasn't my fault," she seemed to impudently bark.

"What am I going to do with you?" I sighed.

"Just stay home or take me with you," her cute little face pleaded.

I got out the roll of scotch tape and taped the broken slats together. Then I moved the couch farther away from the window. I wonder if it will do any good? If not, there's always an adoption agency. Nah. What would Mitzi do?

Flu Shot Flurry

Time to get a flu shot again -- already? Seems like we just did that, right? Where did that year go? I decided to go somewhere different this year because it was closer to home. It wouldn't take as long, right? Today was the day. I went early. So did everyone else. The line was long, but tolerable -- I thought. It was the most disorganized mess I'd ever experienced for this event.

We stood in line to sign up, then stood in line to receive a paper, then stood in line for approval for what we wrote on the paper (?) then stood in line to FINALLY receive the injection that was going to keep us healthy all winter. What in the past took about twenty minutes was running into the second hour. Now, I know we were all senior citizens, but c'mon. We might be old, but we're not stupid. This was enough to make you downright grumpy if it wasn't so entertaining.

"My time is valuable," said one of the grumps. "Unbelievable," complained another. "I'm leaving," announced a dear soul as she marched to the door. "Hey, that guy came in after me. How did he get up there?" Meanwhile, the nurse was chattering away to a "customer" she happened to know -- while we not so patiently waited. An elderly woman helped her husband to find a chair. He was on oxygen and used a walker. (Seating was not provided.)

After 50 minutes I finally reached the execution chair and rolled up my sleeve. When the needle hit, I yelled, "Ouch!" Scared the bejeepers out of the nurse and the room full of candidates lost their tans. One meek soul squeaked, "Did that hurt?" The now silent nurse whispered, "Did that sting?"

"Just kiddin'," I said -- and everyone breathed again. Yep, it's time for the flu shot. Did you get yours yet? I'll bet you won't have as much fun as I did.

Distractions

It was a clear day and traffic was moving steadily on the Interstate Route 80. I was on my way to preach Revival services in western PA. The 8-hour trip would get me there in time to freshen up for the evening service. I was scheduled to speak, so I had planned to have an early lunch and skip supper.

About an hour on my way, I realized that I'd forgotten my garment bag with all my outfits for the week of services. Groaning inwardly, I turned around and headed back the way I’d come. Checking the time, I realized my plans would have to change. Most likely, I’d have to skip lunch and do a really quick shower.

I had planned to wash my hair and shave my legs – guess I’d skip that too. But wait. I could at least take care of the legs now. I kept a cosmetic bag in the glove compartment. It contained a razor. So I retrieved the razor, propped my foot on the dash, pushed up my pant leg and proceeded to shave away.

One eye on the road and the other on my leg, I happened to sense an automobile passing by. I glanced over, and lo and behold, a state police car. I slid my foot into place on the floor just as he looked over at me. We locked eyes, he nodded, I smiled sheepishly, and he passed by. Miracle of miracles, he did not motion me to pull over. Eyes focused straight ahead, I held my breath as he sped away. Oh the wonderful mercy of God to allow an angel to temporarily block his vision!

What a lesson I learned that day as I thought about my foolish action. Sure, I could have been pulled over, arrested, given a ticket, and perhaps even miss the meeting for which I was scheduled. Worst scenario, I might have caused an accident, injured, or even killed someone or even myself.

Years before, when I attended classes in a seminary, I used to study Greek verb conjugations on the way to class. Yes, in the car while I drove. Fine example.

Whenever I have related the above incident, it has gotten a round of laughter. But what seemed funny at the time could have resulted in tragedy. We hear much about the dangers of using hand-held devices while driving. Laws are being passed prohibiting their use. As Christians, we really should not need the legislation. I’ve repented of my foolish actions, and thank God for His mercy to me.

Distractions can be dangerous in our spiritual lives as well. My spiritual journey will be enriched as I guard against unnecessary interruptions to my devotional time and other spiritual exercises. My wonderful Lord deserves my full attention. Distractions really can be disastrous when we don’t keep our eyes on the road ahead -- fixed on Jesus.

Care to share what distracts you?

Watching Over Us

Walking with Jesus keeps us in the center of the Father's attention, Today I watched the Equestrian Games on TV. I'm always so moved by the mutual tie between horse and rider. The same thing happens to me when I observe the dog guides that I spoke of previously. I visited Tina and Nola yesterday at The Seeing Eye, and as I tried to capture the interactions between them, I was moved to tears.

 Again today, I choked up at the sight of the incredible performances of the horses. As one handsome horse after another jumped the hurdles, responding to the cues of its rider, I was touched.

Yet this time something different transpired in my spirit beyond a mere emotional reaction. My eyes filling with tears, I said, "Father, why do I react this way?"

I seemed to hear my heavenly Father whisper, "That is how I feel when I'm watching you."

I witnessed a few of the horses stumble, slip, or not quite make the jump. But the trainer never failed to pat its side, to give assurance, and to finish the course. What a spiritual lesson this gave me.

With renewed assurance, I felt His eyes on me. My heavenly Father watches over me. May I please His heart today.

Tina's New Dog Guide

Notice that I said "dog guide" -- not guide dog. I learned that through my association with The Seeing Eye. The dog is the guide, not the visually impaired person. We need to remember not to pet a dog guide when it is working. Note that when the harness is on the dog it is working -- even when lying down, sitting still, or whatever. So hands off unless the handler gives specific permission. Tina just received a new dog this week. She is at the school, working, bonding, and getting to know that lovely golden retriever named Nola. Welcome Nola! You're in for an exciting time with this talented, anointed worship leader! Send Tina a congrats and check out her website listed above.

"...And Then There Was The Time...

...We decided to have a spaghetti dinner together at T's house. They invited the pastor and his wife, and I would bring Marian, my house guest from India. "I'll bring the sauce," I said. "Okay, I'll make the spaghetti," said Mrs. T, "and we can make ice cream too." I whipped up my famous Italian sauce, cooked it all day long, and proceeded to transport it to the T's house when -- whoops! Guess I took that curve a bit too fast! Not sure how it happened, but I heard the crock pot lid rattle, and over it went --spilling all over the floor in the back of the car. I pulled over but the damage had been done. Mr. T sucked the sauce off the floor (with a machine that does that stuff), and the pastor went to the store for a few jars of Ragu. Mrs. T's spaghetti could have fed the 28th National Guard! She had made 3 lb packages instead of 3 half lb. packages. Poor Marian. "I smelled it all day and never even got to taste it," she said.

PS -- The ice cream? Don't even ask.

The Cross is the Gateway to His Glorious Kingdom

"When we cannot reconcile our Christian experience with our sufferings, our failures, and our troubles; when the deep gnawing within finds no satisfaction; when a divine restlessness grips our hearts, we need to consider once again the Cross. Our King desires to show us the riches of His glorious Kingdom and the honor of His excellent majesty. He desires to turn our water into wine."
(Quotation from Gateways to Growth and Maturity through the book of Esther - See Esther 1:4)

Here He Is --Tobiaz Jacob Smith, the grandbaby.

Writer's Journal

The writing efforts are bearing fruit. Several of my articles have been accepted for publication this month. I so appreciate all those who pray for me. I don't take that lightly. After being away from the craft, at least in this capacity for a time, there are many changes to get used to. There are questions. Will my overstuffed computer hold up until I am able to get a new one? Do my skills measure up to minister to today's culture -- for even the Christian culture has changed significantly. I surely do need Your favor, Lord. As I connect with other writers at conferences, writers' groups, etc., I am struck by the many local skilled writers who are out there. What can I possibly add, Lord? Yet, in my "knower" I know that You challenged me. I'll have to answer for any calling on my life that has been laid aside. Thus, a little poem that I wrote so many years ago has taken center stage. It was entitled "Not Write?" Writing isn't really the problem. The marketing is a constant challenge. I guess that's why I blog.

Comments on Thoughts About Guidance

I am publishing this post for friend, Tina Luce (Eyes of Faith ministry). Tina is visually impaired, but I'm sure it is only a matter of time before she can navigate around my blog to insert her own comments. She sent this comment to me by e-mail. It is so insightful, coming from her perspective, that I just had to share it (with her permission). Thanks Tina!

"Perhaps the subject of divine guidance can be put in terms of the methodology that is often employed in the guiding of those that are visually impaired. One method is called "sighted guide" and it basically involves the blind person grasping the arm of the sighted guide who then remains one step ahead of the visually impaired individual. This insures close enough contact that will give the blind person warning of obstacles, ascending or
descending stairs and narrow passages. One step behind the Lord... not lagging behind and not straining too far forward.

"The same can be applied to the use of a dog guide. If I lag too far behind my dog, he/she is obliged to essentially drag me along and if I try to go ahead of the dog, he or she cannot warn me of oncoming traffic that I may not detect, holes in the sidewalk that could break something important or the edge of a train platform that could spell disaster if I overstepped it.

"The same is true in the guidance of our Lord. If we overstep or lag behind we are at cross-purposes with His will in our lives and will eventually be compelled to go around the mountain again.

When will we ever learn?"
Tina Luce
http://www.eyesoffaith.com/

Penny Comment:
I like the scripture, "I will guide thee with mine eye". Lord, may I stay near enough to see which way Your eye is looking. For Tina, may she keep her hand in the Hand of her Divine Guide.

Runaway Pooches

It wasn't their fault -- for a change. I fastened the canine kids to one of those double clasp thingees (don't know what they're called). Then I normally attach the thingee to a long lead from porch to yard. Well, I reckon I had a senior moment, cuz I let the pooches out the door (on the double strap) without attaching it to the lead. About 5 minutes later, a loud knock on the door caught me unawares. "Who's there?" I called. No answer. There I stood in robe and bare feet. Could it be son #2 who sometimes stops by in the morning? I peeked out the window. No, his truck wasn't there. I wonder why the dogs didn't bark? I opened the door a crack and spotted the young lady leaving the porch. "Did you knock, hon?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "Did you know your dogs are loose? You don't usually let them loose, so I was worried." Bless her, Lord! The pooches, joined together, were romping around the side of the house with glee. The helpful neighbor retrieved them, and the pooches joyfully continued their capers in the living room. Thus, the start of another day with the brave little Bichons. Gotta love 'em!

Thoughts on Guidance

The quality of God’s “preferred” guidance is subtle. It is given through relationship with Him. It is simple. The better you know God, the less you need specific instructions or complicated procedures. It is special. In other words, it is specialized for you. A common mistake we make is in jumping too soon. The opposite mistake from that is in waiting too long to act. If there is no “green light” we should proceed with caution.
Do you have a thought on guidance? I'd like to hear it.

ODE TO MAN'S BEST FRIEND

When God made them the plan you see
Was very shrewd you will agree
He took His name, the highest blend
Completed the job of man's best friend
He took His holy name of GOD
and turned it backwards to make dog.
(Written by my brother)

A Day of Restoration - A Word for the Hour

There is a day at hand in which believers of every description will begin to take back what the enemy has stolen from the body of Christ. As the pressures increase, joy will supersede them; as discouraging situations crowd our lives, this refreshing restoration will renew the strength of the weary. Those who have felt the pain of failure will rise up to the spiritual potential, which is their rightful inheritance in Christ. Fear not, little flock, for it is the Father's good pleasure to give us the kingdom.

Getting the hang of it . . .

Don't know if I ever will.
Lord, make me as persistent as the weeds in my flower garden!

Welcome To Followers

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Love ya'.
Penny

Pesty Pooches --- (Pampered too!)

They are wonderful -- and wicked! Two peas in a pod are Mitzi and Daisy -- little white fluffy Bichon Frisse` doggies. How did this happen to me? I'm a large dog person. Or even medium. I owned a miniature daschund once, for 18 years. He was on my lap for 18 years too. Oh, I wouldn't have traded him for anything, but when he went to doggie heaven, I decided I would now own my own lap (except for the grands, of course). Now, here I am with two inherited rescue doggies -- you guessed it -- on my lap!
Penny -- the lapless one

Gateways To Growth

Lord, help me to deal with my imperfections in the way that is spiritually profitable. As Fenlon wrote, "to neither justify them nor to condemn them -- but to offer them to You," and abide in Your peace.