Monday, June 20, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 06/20/16


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A Peace that Goes Beyond Understanding
 
Be Still my Soul, and Know that He is God!

I was awakened the other morning hearing the angels sing - - Not with my "ears" but in my spirit I heard repeated over and over again - -

'Be still O' my soul, and know that He is God!  Be still O' my soul, and know that He lives within my heart.' 

Not being a song writer and not much of a singer either, this was a new experience for me. I rejoiced as the anthem rolled and flowed over my spirit.

As a child I remember asking my mother, “Why does our church spend so much time praising God?”  She replied, “When we get to heaven we will do a good deal of praising, so we might as well get in practice now by worshiping the Lord with our mouth.” 

I can imagine the angel choir singing praises to God, and one day we will join with them in song when we reach heaven.  However Mother’s suggestion is a good one, begin NOW to get in practice with your praise.   

Through out the day I discover my lips saying, “Thank you Jesus.” I am reminded of the verse, “Bless the Lord O’ my soul, and forget not all His benefits.” 

There are many reasons to Praise God!  First and foremost we are grateful that God sent His only begotten son Jesus to die for us so that we might be saved from destruction.

We praise Jesus for being willing to leave heaven’s glory, to lay down his life, and to become the supreme sacrifice so that we might inherit eternal life.  

We give thanks to the Holy Spirit for filling us, and coming along side us to be our guide comforter, and teacher. 

On the earthly and material level we then give thanks for everything and anything that brings us pleasure and joy, and for which we can be grateful. 

List making is not my forte and never has been, (except for an occasional grocery list) but there are many who join with  Ann Voskamp  taking their Inventory of  One Thousand Gifts  to be thankful for.  Her book by that name has been a best seller and also has been translated into six languages.  Amazing isn’t it? 

Ann’s record taking is of simple things that most of us overlook.  Might we begin to be thankful for a delicate flower in the path, a smile or a giggle from a child, or an unexpected hug from a friend?  

In our hurry and scurry to get things done and finish the tasks that we have put on our “To Do list,” may we somewhere in that rush - - STOP and take time to BE STILL and reflect on God, and give Him the praise that is due Him. 

'Be still Oh' my soul, and know that He is God!   

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Monday, June 13, 2016

TELL ME A TRUE STORY Blog Party, week of 06/13/16


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A Visit to South Korea

Clop clop clop that was the sound heard on our back as my daughter Becky and I received an official Korean massage.  Having nothing to compare this to, it seemed like cupped hands going up and down our spine that sounded like galloping horses. 

My youngest daughter, Sargent Judie had met Becky and me at the airport and she knew we would be tired.  The first thing she wanted us to do was relax with a nice massage.  “Here is a towel, so take a shower first and report back here.”  Those were our instructions.   

The Korean Tourism and the Military were cooperating to give the military families an exciting ten day tour of Korea.  Hotels were giving special rates, and there was activities and shows available in the off time. 

After we checked into the Harrison Hotel, Judie treated us to a wonderful Korean buffet which included music and dancers.  Kimchi was something Judie wanted us to try.  It is a staple made from cabbage that has been fermented, seasoned and is a tad hot.  Not being used to hot seasoned food, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to try it, but surprising enough it was delicious.  Actually it is excellent for your health. 

Judie knew her way around Soule and she showed us how easy it was to hail a taxi.  You wave as if you were waving good bye. 

We noticed many people were wearing gauze masks, and I asked her about it.  She explained that most wear them because the air is bad, others are afraid of germs. 

The next day Judie returned from her Air Force base to take us shopping at the Korean Mall.  “Better price,” is what you say even if you think the price is good.  They love to bargain with you, so that is what we did. 

When our arms were full, Judie took us to the Military Base Post Office and we shipped our purchases home using US mail service. 

As we completed our visit, we attended the largest Christian Korean church.  There was an area for foreigners to sit and select which language they would like as a translation.  Afterwards we stopped to see the visitor’s center where an American Missionary gave us brochures about Prayer Mountain  http://www.davidcho.com/NewEng/PrayerMountain.asp  

The Missionary explained how the church has grown by utilizing home cell meetings. 

The demarcation zone was very interesting.  We were asked not to speak to the soldiers, but some looking through the windows, smiled and waved to us.  We had to ignore them.  

We said a sad farewell to Judie as we boarded the airplane for home.  Judie had a few more months before she would be reassigned to return to California. 

There is so much beauty here in this world, and each country has its own culture and loveliness.  God has created a planet that causes me to wonder if there could be additional splendor elsewhere.  If this earth is so wonderful, I pause to consider how magnificent and breathtaking heaven must be?
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Monday, June 6, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party week of 06/06/16



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Are you Shy?
 
As a young child in school, my face would turn beet red when ever I was called on by the teacher.  I respected adult leadership almost to the point of being afraid to speak out. 

My shyness extended into High School, and I wanted an A in Geometry, but my teacher informed the class that she only gave A's to those who would raise their hands and explain the answer to the problem we had that day.  I did my best, but in her opinion it was not good enough, and she gave me a B+ on my report card.   

The next day, I called my teacher to my desk and quietly but forcefully told her that I deserved an A and she was in error to give me less.  For “shy me” that was risky business.  

As far as I knew, no one else complained, but my words flustered her a bit.  She told me to speak up more which I did, and at the end of the semester she relented and gave me an A as my final grade.  

I have outgrown my shyness, and with God’s help I am no longer afraid to speak out.

Usually I have found it best to delay and not to speak in haste or in anger.  Often I wait until God says, NOW, usually it is the next day.  While waiting I ask our Lord, what exactly should I say? 

The Holy Spirit begins to formulate a plan of words and when I follow the script that He gives to me, and there is no offence.  

My hope is that the needed words are heard and received in their spirit.  

If you are shy, just ask God, “What do I say next?”  He will give you His words to say. 

Psalms 19:14  Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer.

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Monday, May 30, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party week 05/30/16


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Burnt toast and Curly Hair 

My Dad insisted that he was born with straight black hair, but always wished for curls. 

As he tells it, his sister Blanch told him that if he really wanted black curly hair that he must eat lots of burnt toast.  My dad believed her, and each morning he would burn his toast on purpose to a crisp and enjoy the flavor. 

Some say this is a myth, but I wonder, because after many months it began to work, for his black hair began to curl.  All the days that I knew my dad he sported black curly hair. 

Dad may have told me that story in-order to get me to eat my burnt toast, and I don’t mind toast that is a bit burnt, however my blond hair never did turn black with curls. 

Many of us are not satisfied with our hair, our shape, our nose, our eyes, because we have this tendency to always want to be something different than the way God made us. 

Let me diverse here and apply this toward a spiritual subject.  Here is where we can be changed into a New Creation, to never be the same again. 

Isn’t it wonderful that you do not need to eat burnt toast to become this new person?  Simply invite Jesus into your heart and he does the changing by his Holy Spirit. 

2 Corinthians 5:17  Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things are passed away; behold, new things have come.
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Monday, May 23, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party Week of 05/23/16


Having Fun Together
 
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Birthdays and Unusual Celebrations 

Thinking back I remember my first Birthday party.  It was on my tenth birthday my mother allowed me to invite a few friends from school for a party.  Mother set it up in our back yard, with my small table, and we had a picnic while we played “pin the tail on the donkey,” and enjoyed cake and punch.” 

My last party was when I hit the big 40.  My children and my parents were there and we all celebrated this milestone in my life. 

I have done some unusual things on several of my birthdays.  

It just so happened that one year my birthday fell on my day to volunteer at the Rescue Mission Thrift Shop in old Down Town Oakland.  My sister came down to wish me a Happy Birthday, and she exclaimed, “What a way to celebrate your birthday.” 

Many years ago now, my dad had been in the Chico hospital with kidney failure.  He did not live to return to his earthly home.  It just so turned out that the most convenient day for his funeral happened to be on my birthday!  Mother had too much on her mind, and I think it was much later that she realized this was no way to celebrate my birthday!! 

My husband is not one for cards and gifts, but he did send me the following e-mail on the day just prior to my Birthday May 22, and I share it with you.   

To Hazel MY ONLY WIFE 

Almost eighty five and still going, it doesn’t get much better than that.  Eighty five is a pretty big number and you have spent three fourths of it with me.  We were young and I think we chose well. I can't imagine ever being with someone else.  I want to thank you for our life together all these years, you have been a good wife to me and I look forward to finishing our lives together however long it may be.  I have, I do, and I will love you only.     I love you.  Bobby Ray Moon 
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Monday, May 16, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 05/16/16



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Bail Out by Uncle Martin 
(A True Story from my Book "Rescue the Stories - Book One."

Desiring to earn some money at my young age of about eight years, I clipped a coupon from a magazine and sent off for some miracle salve to sell.  It wasn’t long before my product arrived, and now I was in business. 

My Uncle Martin came for a visit and cheerfully made a purchase of two cans of salve, one for colds and one for aches and pains.   

Now I needed to earn enough to repay my mother who had fronted my investment.   

Dutifully I trudged from door to door, but my neighbors simply weren’t interested in my Miracle Salve.  Being a bit discouraged, I put my sales box away in my bedroom.

A few months flew by and my Uncle Martin came for another visit.  “Hey there,” he said to me, “Do you have any more of that good salve?  If you do, I will buy what ever you have left.” 

That night as he headed for home I gave my Uncle Martin an extra big hug. 

I was rich, not because I had sold all of my salve, but because I was loved and understood. 

My hope is that you all have an Uncle Martin somewhere in your life! 

If you have ever tried to sell something when you were young you will understand the discouragement of many answers in the negative.  It was when someone encouraged you and bought those cookies or candy that darkness turned to light - - Sadness into Joy!

Next time you see the Girl Scouts selling cookies or children trying to raise money to go to camp, be available to support them by making a purchase.   

Don’t use the excuse that you are on a diet - - just donate the cookies to your next church social. 

In your immediate life there are those that can use a bit of encouragement.  Just a word fitly spoken is like sweet honey to their ears.   

Won’t cost you a cent, but it will light up their life.

Proverbs 25:11 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

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Monday, May 9, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Week of 05/09/16


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Are We Rich Now? 
A True story from my Book "Rescue the Stories Book 2."

When my husband went into business for himself, in the early 1970’s - - our children wondered; “Are we rich now?” 

Jealousy in the heart of the boss’s son (and the boss’s wife), caused my husband to lose his secure job, but his boss told him that he would help him go into business for himself. 

My husband was worried to try this alone and wanted to bring in the son of his old boss as a partner.  Instead I encouraged him not to do that as it would be a linking together with an unbeliever.  In his place I would help him and God would be our partner.  My husband had peace about it and agreed. 

He studied hard for the test, and it was all a process but God gave him wisdom, and he passed the contractors license test in a breeze.    

We secured a loan and purchased a flat bed truck and placed small ads in the news paper.  His old boss even made a deal for us to help him with some of his subcontracting work for a percentage. 

Now we were a company with a name, and that gave us prestige.  Our children asked me “Are we rich now?”   I had to sit them all down and explain that prior to this new event in our lives, their Dad had to depend on his boss for work, and now we had to depend on God to give us jobs so we could earn our daily bread.  I urged them to be happy, but not proud with an attitude of "I'm better than you."    

I think we worked harder than ever before, especially that first year.  The placing of ads in the paper, the giving of bids and follow up all took time.   

God blessed us but we both labored diligently at this new endeavor.  I took phone calls, ran errands to secure permits, did the books along with taxes, and my husband did the hard part - the actual job.  No we weren’t rich, but not poor either, just hard working - - “Middle class people.”   

I suppose in many ways - - we were rich too!

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