Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - week of 10/19/15

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Chiropractic Care (from my Book Rescue the Stories book Two)

Our Son, Dr. Steven Moon recently celebrated thirty years as a Doctor of Chiropractic Care.  This is the story of how it all happened.  In College Steven had taken courses to become a licensed X-ray technician, and soon after graduation he obtained work at Kaiser Hospital in their X-ray department. 

 

It was close to Christmas and we had decided to have a Company dinner at a wonderful Chinese restaurant in Castro Valley.  Along with our Roofing crew, we also invited our family to join with us to celebrate Christmas.  

Steven sat across from us, and all the roofing crew were complaining that their backs hurt and that they needed to see the chiropractor.  Someone spoke up and said we need our own chiropractor in the family.

My husband mentioned to Steven that our Chiropractor's son had just graduated from Chiropractic school and joined the practice, and did Steve know what it took to become a Chiropractor?   It captivated Steven as he said, “I don't know, but I can find out." 

Steve went to his local Chiropractor’s office and asked him how to become a Chiropractor.  His Doctor was very excited and wanted him to go to his school in St Louis, but Steve didn't want to move so he checked the phone book (it was before the internet) and found two schools near by where he lived and one was accepting new students. 

It turned out that he was only missing a few credits that could be gained by taking evening classes and so it began. We agreed to help him with tuition, in exchange for free family treatments.  Kaiser arranged his hours so he could work and begin school.  The first and second year went well.  The school was still getting their full accreditation and it appeared that Steve would need to transfer to a school in Oregon that would give him his certification.   

We loaned him a car so he could attend school so far away, and gave him a reference so he easily rented a comfortable apartment in Oregon. When he was settled, he phoned several of his classmates and they also transferred to Oregon.  Kaiser offered him enough work in their X-ray department to pay his current bills.  Again we stepped up with the school quarterly fees. 

Good to Know !

The training at the school in Oregon prepared the students to become a chiropractor but they could also do minor surgery and deliver babies.  I don’t think Steve ever used that knowledge in his chiropractic practice. 

Our daughter Becky and I traveled to Oregon to witness Steve’s graduation and to celebrate afterwards with a nice dinner. 

Steven began his practice by accepting a room in the office of another doctor, and his patient list began to grow.  When the other doctor raised the rent on his space, Steven searched for a private office all of his own.   The only thing he needed was a special table, an x-ray machine, and a receptionist.   

Dear Steven, Happy thirty years of adjustments.

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Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 10/12/15

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Trust Me he Said !

"Trust Me" is a true story from my Book Two, Rescue the Stories

Looking for a way to earn some extra money; my husband decided to purchase a used pick-up truck so he could do odd jobs.  

He shopped and compared prices and finally decided on a used truck that was in excellent condition.  The car dealer was having it checked out, and we had not yet taken delivery. 

A few days later around noon time, my door bell rang.  When I opened the door, it was the car salesman, who I recognized as the person selling us the truck. 

In his hand he held a contract and a pen, and asked if my husband was home.  Naturally my husband was at work, he was not available and I told the salesman so. 

The salesman suggested that I could sign the contract for my husband.  I hesitated mostly because the contract was blank.  I told him of my uncertainty to sign a blank document because it was not filled in.  He explained that the girl at the office would type it in as soon as he returned and all he needed was a signature.   

“Trust me,” he said, as he offered me the pen.  I was young and gullible, so I took the pen and scribbled my husbands name to the paper.  The Salesman was happy, and he left. 

A few days later, a payment book arrived in the mail and as I inspected it, I realized something was not right.  I told me husband that the amount was not what we had agreed to pay for the truck and instead a much larger amount was due. 

My husband made a quick trip to the dealership and asked for the manager.  He tried to control his temper, but he told the manager that in no uncertain terms, we were not going to pay what we were now being charged.  The manager smirked and went to his filing cabinet and pulled out the contract, and holding it out to my husband, smugly he said, “Is this your signature?”  

My husband emphatically told him, “NO it is NOT.” 

To make a long story short, we eventually took delivery of the truck, and a new and better payment book, after they received a bonafied signature on a new contract. 

Perhaps you have learned to hesitate when someone says to you, “Trust me.”  

I certainly have!  I also have become skilled at researching things out and may I suggest that you also do so.   I often use Snopes.com/ when I doubt the truth in something on Face Book

Spiritually we should be aware that it was Satan that told Eve to “Trust me.”   

If someone tells you a “new truth,” it would be good to search it out in the Bible to be certain it lines up with Scripture. 

God is the one who is always Trustworthy.  When we do our research into the Word of God, we discover His truth revealed as it is written there, a Word that we can trust. 

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Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 10/05/15



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Trust in a Distrustful World 

When traveling to a new location the reasons are always varied.   Sometimes we move to a new area due to health, loss of a job, death in the family and the reasons are many. 

Personally our family arrived where we now live for one or those reasons.  We were out of options, so all we could do was trust God and move where He was showing us...

In the Southern areas of California there are fruit pickers who follow from one orchard or vineyard to the next hoping to earn a living.  Some would call them “Migrate farmers.”  Without realizing it these families are trusting God to provide a harvest so they can reap an income.

Another term for migrates would be Nomadic people.  Especially in other lands, the Nomads are generally a people who have no fixed home and move according to the seasons from place to place in search of food, water, and grazing land for their herds.

Genesis 12:1-4 The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you. I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.  I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”  

So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he set out from Harran.  

Such was not the case for 75 year old Abraham, as the land was vast, green and water was plentiful.  However one day, God spoke and told him to leave his Father and brethren and travel to a place that God would show him.  There God promised to make of him a great nation.

When you are comfortable where you are, it is difficult to pack up and move.

At this time Abraham was childless, so this was a surprise message from God.

Abraham believed God and trusted his voice and determined to obey his leading, so he left Haran, taking with him his nephew Lot, all their servants, their herds and belongings and slowly marched toward the land of Canaan.
 

As time went by, a famine was in all the land of Canaan and God told Abraham to move again, this time to Egypt.

His future was uncertain, and all around him his world was shaking, but again Abraham determined to trust and obey.  So he packed up and went !
 

Perhaps your world is shaking in this uncertain and untrustworthy world.

It is always time to reach out for God’s hand and trust Him because your future is safe in His hands.

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Tell me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 09/28/15

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 A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book Three

 

Just Do Your Part

 

Oh - It Hurt's my Ears and My Spiritual Ears Too

 

The screeching noise of finger nails scraping on a blackboard arouses an unpleasant sensation that is extremely irritating to most people. In the same way, this is the sensation I perceive with my inner ear each time I hear the Name of Jesus Christ used in vain!   

Two young college boys had been hired as extra help at my previous work place.  They were laughing, jesting and having fun as they worked.  Without the slightest thought on their part, the insensitive use of the Name of Jesus Christ poured forth in their conversation.

At my place of work, I made it a practice to allow Jesus to shine through me and not to display a self-righteous and pious attitude. Witnessing at work was sometimes tricky! Often, when someone would approach me with a question, the opportunity would present itself. Other times I had to ask the Lord for the proper moment to make a move.  Regarding these young men, I felt that the situation needed attention soon.  I asked the Lord “What should I do?”  His prompting was clear. The next afternoon, I took a newspaper clipping about my mother to work with me.   

We live near one of the large California dams, and our annual local festival was seeking a possible name change to incorporate the word “Dam.”  The newspaper had been interviewing people on the street. My mother was asked the question, “Do you think the old name ‘Fiesta Days’ should be changed to ‘Dam Days’?”  Mother answered, “My parents always taught me to never use the Lord’s name in vain, or to use language that was swearing.  I think it would be wise to keep the name Fiesta Days.”  

Wouldn’t you know it?  They printed her response. The newspaper and the city took that simple testimony and kept the name ‘Fiesta Days’ for our annual celebration. 

Prepared with that clipping, all I needed was the right time.  Timing is important!  When approaching someone, it is not a good idea to draw attention or to embarrass them.  I waited - - -  

The next day at break time the two young men headed for the outside porch.   

Picking up my news article, I followed after them.  After a cheerful greeting, I asked them if I could show them something.  Of course they agreed.  With the article unfolded, I let them know that it was about my Mother, and proceeded to read.  I smiled and gently mentioned that I was also raised not to swear and especially not to take the name of Jesus Christ in vain.  I asked them if they could respect that and they heartily replied, “We certainly can!”   

Things went well, so I walked down to another area to continue my break.  Upon returning, I discovered that the two boys went back to the office and enlightened everyone to what had just happened!  I did not need to say a word.  A little birdie did it for me. 

The story does not end there, but it does change players! Another lady in the office invited the boys to her church.  One of the boys decided to attend with his girlfriend!  What was the outcome?  Both young people gave their hearts to the Lord!   

So my friend each of us has a unique circle of influence and none of our ministries is exactly the same.  We all have a part to play in the scope of His program.  Some of us have a pulpit while others of us reflect God’s love when and where we can.  Certain people have the task of planting the seed.  Watering and nurturing the seed is a vital job.   For others, harvesting is their part of the total process.   

God doesn’t expect any of us to do it all. What does the Lord ask of you?  Just to do your part.

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True Story Blog Party of Week 09/21/15



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A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book Three

Counsel

 I heard the frantic cry of my husband, “Hazel, Please come in her quick,” was his plea.

We were assisting a small church in their Christian Educational department, but my husband was often asked to perform other duties. 

On this day, a distressed woman had asked for counsel as she was having a problem coping with her distraught husband.  The gentleman had recently suffered the loss of one of his arms, and feeling that he was less of a man, he ending up by pushing her away. 

Arriving to answer my husband’s call of concern, I entered to find the woman dressed provocatively in a mini skirt, a deep cut blouse and heavy make up. 

One important thing they teach you in any Bible School is to protect yourself against gossip or suspicion that could end in slander.  Here was a typical example in full view.   

Ministers should be careful if at all possible not to council the opposite sex with the door shut, and if available to invite their mate, or another person to sit in on the session. 

Sobbing, the woman poured out her story, and it was extremely evident that she did not actually want direction and guidance.  She was searching for someone to agree with her and comfort her in her decision to leave her husband. 

A few months later, we saw her again, and this time she informed us that she was happily engaged to be married to a fine gentleman.  We offered our congratulations.  What else could we say? 

I am reminded of the wedding vows, so easily forgotten by some, in times of illness, accidents, or even when angry, “Forsaking all others; until death do us part.” 

Many times, the grass on the other side of the fence that appears so inviting will soon surprise you, for it has been sprayed with weed killer, and will quickly wither and dry up.   

Not all exchanges are for the better.  Only one is; the great exchange.  This is when you give Jesus your old life and you receive HIS everlasting life to live inside your heart. 

For myself, when it comes to counseling, I have discovered long ago, that a little talk with your best friend, Jesus is safe; and He does not pass your secrets on to others.

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TELL ME A TRUE STORY BLOG PARTY Week 09/14/15

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A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book Two

Marie’s husband was a hard worker, and he had done his best to scratch out a living on their Tennessee farm.  Even in those days times were tough for a large family. 

When the husband received an offer from a neighbor to purchase their Tennessee place, it seemed like a good time to pull up stakes and move to California.   

Desiring to assist his daughter and his nine grandchildren, Marie’s dad drove his car to Tennessee to help their family make the move to California.  Arranging a house for them he had also secured work for the husband at the Auto Wrecking Yard.   

Even though we could hardly afford to do so, Robert and I took several boxes of groceries to their place to help stock their cupboards.  The boxes included canned goods, meat, some staples and a box of oranges for the kids.   

We were horrified when the older kids instead of enjoying the fresh fruit, began to have a throwing fight with each other.  Quickly I managed to stop all the throwing and then it was needful to give them a lesson on how to eat an orange and about the value of food. 

Early in the morning a few days later, I received a telephone call from the oldest daughter.  She spoke anxiously and requested that I please come and take her mother to the doctor.  I asked if her mother was hurt, and she said, “No, but Mama has an appointment.” 

When I arrived, there was Marie waiting and smiling.  Entering my car, she asked me to please take her to the local grammar school because today they are giving away free clothing.  Surprised, I asked, “What about the Doctor?”  With out missing a beat, she stated, “Oh I knew you might not come just to help me get some clothes for the kids unless we said it was for the Doctor.” 

It seemed that the school had certain days when those with a need could come and get clothing, and I saw nothing wrong with that.  However I had to be bold and tell Marie, that she had lied to me, and this time I would take her, but she had betrayed my trust, and today would be my last trip to help her.  There are times when you can only go so far. 

It is sad to say, that this woman was a habitual liar.  She could not even open her mouth to speak - - with out telling a lie.  Even more depressing was the fact that she was also training her children to become liars.   

I am reminded that the Bible says that LIES are an abomination to God.  It also states that all liars have a very hot place to go to.  After all Satan is the father of lies and we do not want to associate with him.  May I also say, politicians, and leaders who lie are not good people to follow. 

My mother taught us as children to tell the truth, and we did a reasonably good job of truth telling.  I have tried to impress on our children that Truth is always best and a Liar will always be found out.  

Jesus told us that He was the Way the Truth and the Life.  May we ever seek His Truth!

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TELL ME A TRUE STORY BLOG PARTY Week of 09/07/15

Reading True Stories from the Good Book

 

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A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book Two

A Good Book Can Help

 

Besides the Good Book, (The Bible,) when my children were just babies, I subscribed to  Parent’s Magazine.  I gleaned many tips and ideas that were of tremendous help to me in those early years. 

As time passed, I found a special book - - probably at a Thrift Store; but I discovered it to be a wonderful book on raising children. 

Here was an outstanding book that incorporated answers to all sorts of behavior problems.  Included were fact-filled chapters covering various ages through the teenage years, along with suggestions on how to cope with different and difficult problems. 

During that time, we had five teenagers in our household; our three, a brother-in-law our son’s age, and our foster daughter.  Disturbing emotional problems plagued our sweet foster daughter!  I was prompted to give special attention to her each evening.  It was ten minutes with no preaching, but rather just talking and listening.  What wonderful therapy there is for others if a person can just be a good listener! 

Before entering her room, I reviewed a current chapter in the book, and prayed asking the Lord how this would apply to her.  Certain lines from the book seemed to stand out, and were to become the answer for that evening.   

Just a sentence or two, and the Lord’s direction on what else to say next, the answer was provided for her need each evening. 

Today, with children, and even with friends, using a few moments of quality time, can work wonders!  Share an encouraging thought that will bring them confidence and will show your support! 

At times, it might be a line from something you have picked up from a book; a magazine or possibly the internet; that will carry enough weight to bless your child or your friend. 

Of course do not forget to utilize the Bible! 

Ask the Lord, “What do I say next?”  He may direct you to a Scripture verse that can complement, and then completely cement the thoughts for you to share.  

Proverbs 15:23  A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good it is!

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