FEEDBACK

I really got some feedback on my blog about 2 missionaries a farmer and me, Church does not have to be boring, it has no room for boasting, and our relationship with the Lord is not only personal but private, just me and the Lord knows my heart, I wasn't meaning don't go to church I just meant go for the right reasons, so many church workers are stuck in a situation where no one wants to help, the elder people are tired of bringing up the rear, the young people are bored to death. I will never understand when a pastor thinks we owe him (not meaning anyone I know) he is the Sheppard of the flock, but, if your a pastor and you preach a reason to come to church is to have a preacher to preach our funeral that's just plain wrong, who goes to church to have a pastor preach our funeral, We can't hear him, This whole death theory is sad, gloom and doom, Lets go to church to rejoice, to sing, to hear of the unspeakable taste of the fruit in Heaven, lets not scare our youth by making them think you HAVE to do good, you do have to be good but please consider the ages, if we don't have a welcome atmosphere they NOT gonna come to church, we don't agree with sin yet we must not put the bar so high it's unattainable, kids think they have to be perfect or at least better than they are, how many teens do you see after they graduate??? Lets all worship our Lord, Respect the Pastors, and show LOVE to ALL not just the popular or pretty, Where 2 or more meet, there to God is, but what if Gods sitting in another form, perhaps a teen, or old person, or the person you just talked about.

One more Day Mom

It will be 15 years tomorrow that you passed, if this were our last 24 hours and we knew you would meet Jesus tomorrow what would I do differently, I would tell you I love you more, I would never let hospice take you to the hospital, I tried mom but no one would listen when I told them you wanted to die at home where Dad did, I was out numbered and I couldn't fulfill my promise to hold your hand until you were gone, Mom, I fell asleep for a couple of hours just as you were passing over, I've wondered why God would make me so sleepy at the moment you needed me, I was holding your hand most of the night and the smell of death came on my hands, when I ask the hospice nurse what that chemical was and she said death for some reason I couldn't hold my eyes open, Mom Marce laid in the bed with you holding you, you seem to be in so much pain, Bon and her told me to lay down a miniute and then they woke me and said you had to go to the hospital, I threw a fit but they took you and when I got to the hospital you were already gone, Poor little Marce rode in the ambulance with you and me and Bon followed, you had passed on the way to the hospital, I would remember with you all our wonderful times and how much they meant to me, I would tell you how beautiful you are even if you didn't think so, I would apologize for ever worrying you, I would cook for you even if you couldn't eat, I remember the day before Dad passed he wanted one of my Grilled Cheese sandwich and to this day think of him every time I eat one. Mom I MISS you so much I can hardly wait until the Lord comes for me then I'll be with you and dad and all the loved ones in Heaven, I completed our Jackson side of the family tree and you would have loved seeing it, even pictures of some long ago relatives, Mom I tried to buy your home place (To keep it in the Family) but once again it sold before anyone took me serious, Marce and Bon thought I was nuts for wanting it, but from memory, and your wonderful childhood stories, I felt so at home there, tell Grandma I am in the middle of tracing her daddys land, and tell her I will never let the cemetary grow up, it is almost or may even be full by now, Aunt Net passed, I visited her and Grandpa in the rain, I wish we could have spent more time in the holler, you survived on love and mom you wouldn't believe what a big funeral you had, A sweet Black lady you use to work with came to the house just to tell us how much you taught her and credited you for her nursing career, OH IF WE HAD JUST ONE MORE DAY

RUDE MEN

I was at CVS the other day and could not believe what happened, there was a small line but no cashier, as I looked at the magazine covers in my own little spacie world I was shocked at what happened next, when a cashier did appear he ask this man for his CVS card and he didn't have it, so the cashier doing his job the way it is supposed to be ask for his phone number..............WOW this man shouted louder than I've ever heard his name rank and serial number, in a Army type shout, Holy cow I felt so sorry for his wife standing beside him, her face was the color purple and the man's face was bright red, the poor cashier waiting on him was obviously angry but kept his composure, after the man and wife left the store everyone was talking about how rude it was of him, he was a middle aged man and here in the line behind him was an old lady, probably like me a little spacie, the roof could fall in and I would say Oh well. What do you do with a husband who embarrasses you so bad in public, my first thought was WHY his patience was so short my second thought was his wife, all of us have lived with an angry husband or loud screaming husbands but in public they act fine, but this guy was over the top. As I walked to my car I looked around to see if I could see them but they were gone, I thought about praying for his wife which I later did but at that moment I prayed for the rude husband, I prayed he calm down before getting home, I prayed his paycheck be enough for the family, I prayed and praised the cashier, then I prayed for the wife=How many wives out there put up with this type of man when once I'm sure he was a sweet gentle lover, but now he looked and sounded like a monster, ladies we just need to pray for families out there who are stretched to the max, maybe something went wrong at work that day, perhaps he wasn't feeling well, but one thing we know for sure he is use to discipline or he would not have had a rank and serial. I pray we all keep a sweet spirit at all times

HAPPY NEW YEAR

I wish everyone a very Happy 2011. I made goals that I think I can make. This time of year is very depressing, only because my mom was dieing and I was living with her, My sister and I was talking and I told her I would do it all over again, but she felt mom should have went to Hospite but mom told me she wanted to die at home, Well from the time they told her and the time she passed was 85 days, I wanted to make sure mom was well taken care of with no abuse, I told mom I would be holding her hand, well almost, the hospice nurse was called around 10:00pm because mom was shutting down, after alot of morphine she was still in terrible trouble, while all of us surrounded her bed I was holding mom's hand and smelled a chemical smell, it was the the smell of death, when the hospice nurse said that I immediately got so sleepy I couldn't hold my eyes open any more so I laid down on the couch for 1/2 hr when my sister Bonnie woke me and said we are taking her to the hospital, I threw a hissy fit I told the nurse that was her job and she said I've been here all night and I need to help my other patients, so they called an ambulance I watched with tears them load her, by the time my sister and I got to the hospital she was gone. The GUILT still haunts me of not holding her hand like I promised, The Lord must have had his reasons for me getting so sleepy but I will never know why? She passed in 1996 and to this day I am so sad I didn't fulfill my promise, but I know she is in Heaven, I'm alot better with the guilt but it creeps back every now and then, Janice Damron you were so important to everyone, I hopes she knows what a huge funeral she had she had touched the lives of so many, with me never able to have children I really miss mom and dad,RIP

The Percolator

I went to the resale store to buy clothes, while there I found a percolator that brought back old memories, My first Mother-in-Law and I would have coffee every morning from her wonderful percolator, we would crochet, have coffee, laugh and tell stories It was a wonderful time in my life that will never leave my memory, Why is it that people think because a marriage did not work out that we can't still have wonderful people who once was our relative, and you won't believe it but the same day I bought the percolator I became FBook Friends with my ex/Brother-in-law and my ex/Husband's wife, I have always liked her and we seem to have a lot in common, I want to make it known I have no reason to bug them with fb status's it just means once I meet you and like you no divorce should separate our brothers and sisters in Christ, I thank God for my memories, Romaine my Mother-in-law taught me to cook, crochet,knit and Quilt, She also taught me how to live alone on a very limited budget, No she wasn't rich money wise but she was rich in love, she never met a stranger and she and her ex/Husband remained friends. I think back on their situation and I am almost jealous of the kinship the whole family had, I will try and post a picture of the loving percolator as soon as I learn how. I miss my Mother-in-law I have been truly BLESSED to be related to the Porter family and my Aunt Violet by marriage gave me two paintings of Chickens that hang above my kitchen table with her wonderful food on the table, My sister's tell me I am way to sentimental but once I make a friend they are my friend forever Rest In Peace Romaine Love Peanut

HOMEMADE CHILI ON A COLD WINTERS DAY

I made a big pot of homemade chili, Amish style you don't use kidney beans in it. Here's the recipe if you want to make it. 1lb Hamburger, fry the Hamburg with 1 small onion chopped fine, 2 cans pork n beans, 1 can tomato soup, 2 can water and chili powder to taste add salt to taste mix in with the fried Hamburger and bring to boil, turn down temperature to simmer for 20 minutes, it is so simple to make and Oh so GOOD. On this cold winters day it is so good to make instead of homemade soup. Have a wonderful day my friends

2 missionaries a farmer and me

I went to get my oil changed the other day and walked into a waiting room where 3 people sat, 2 of the people were talking to each other, while 1 sat with his head sorta bowed, I heard the male missionary say how many times he had been to Japan and who all he had helped and he was talking to a female missionary that spoke of how many times she had been to the Ukraine and it was more of a who's who in the mission field, as I listened I thought wow these people have done so much for the Lord, and they had spent so much time and money going here and there, the old man beside me was a farmer with his bib over halls on his hands looked tanned and wrinkled, kinda of smelled like hay, the man from Japan asked the farmer what church he attended, he was slow to raise his head, I originally thought he was sleeping, he told the missionary that he just reports to the Lord everyday and lowered his head again, the missionary then ask me what church do you go to mam, I said I am Baptist and I report to the lord everyday, he said well I guess that's alright. While feeling very intimated I sat quietly and thought to myself, Mr. Missionary it is not works that count and here you 2 are really sorta bragging about how good you think you are and I remembered when my cousin ask me to fill in for her toddler 2 class, well I did and then she quit, I was also singing in the choir and I sang solos as well but you didn't hear me say a word about that, I remember being so busy with church work I never really got to hear a sermon, I worried about being off key in my singing, I would drive 1/2 hr up and 1/2 back from church I always had lunch in the oven for us and it seemed I no longer got done eating than it was time to go back to choir practice, as I sat in the choir I could hear other choir members talking about people, this ones shirt was too short or that one hardly ever came except on Holidays, it seemed like most of the church had grown up together and they were in a little click of some sort, everyone sat in the same seat every Sunday and if someone sat in their seat, it was terrible, at that time we were ask not to wear pants to church and always wore stockings, everyone compared perfume, clothes and events or houses they had bought or sold, it was as if I would feel more sacred at home, where I had time to read the Bible without all the gossip, all the rig or mo roll of this public place called church, at one point I felt so overwhelmed of working in the church I told my Lord I'm sorry I know you have ask me to gather with the saints and come together, but it was too much a popularity contest than anything, so when the old farmer said I just report to the Lord everyday, silent, sacred, no distractions, it was wonderful, isn't ashame so many people think the more work they do the better Christian they are, when God only ask us to reverend Him, I quit the toddler 2 class, the choir, and I went from my regular 3rd row seat back to where my mother used to sit, I couldn't believe how much better it was to hear a sermon, listen to the choir, watch the toddlers come and go and I think today alot of people are like the old farmer no fancy smancy works just BELIEF no I haven't went to another country but unbe known to most behind the scene I have at one time or another helped almost everyone in our church, all I ask of them was to not say anything and not thank me but Thank God, Please don't misunderstand me our church is wonderful and we support many Missionaries and I realize people need to work in the church, I just ask not to over work our workers and what ever happened to Come As You Are, and Faith the size of a Mustard Seed=Perhaps the old farmer planted Mustard Seeds