Saturday, February 26, 2011

Glorious Gifts

While outside on a recent Sunday afternoon, on a ladder, doing a man's job, I paused and looked skyward. The Master's handiwork was on full display. The sky was a stunning blue, and the clouds were whiter than the driven snow.

As the wind picked up speed, the puffs of white sailed across the heavens, swirling and twirling like graceful dancers on a stage. Suddenly, the wind chime burst into rapturous applause, and my mind, body and soul felt totally born again. Ah. What glorious gifts our Father doth bestow.

Linking to Spiritual Sundays.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

God Speaks. Are You Listening?

The 23rd Channel

My HDTV is my shepherd;
My spiritual growth shall want.
It maketh me to sit down and do nothing.
It leadeth me away from faith and family.
It destroyeth my soul.
It leadeth me in the paths of unrighteousness;
I am useless for his Name’s sake.
Yea, though I witness violence, immorality and wicked deeds,
I shall keep on watching.
For my HDTV is my treasure.
Its sound and its picture, they comfort me.
It presenteth entertainment before me and robs me of precious time.
Surely nothing good shall come of my life,
And I will remain deaf to the voice of God forever.

I'm linking to Spiritual Sundays, where faith lifts are free.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Simple Pleasures ~ Mom and Dad

At some point every day, I thank God for my beloved parents. Although I don’t subscribe to borrowing trouble, occasionally, I try to imagine my world without their voices…their smiles…their words of encouragement…their hugs…their daily prayers for me and my daughter. It's a sobering thought, for sure.

I wrote a song many years ago called, "One Time Around." It talks about the brevity of life, and how important it is to make each day count. Part of the lyrics say, "Mom and Dad won't always be there when you finally get back home. They won't always stand with open arms asking, 'Why's it been so long?' If I could somehow stop that clock; make the sun stand still. But that's just wishful thinking; I know I never will. I've got to make each day count. I only have one time around."
So many of my parents' friends passed away last year, and I know Mom and Dad won't live forever. But having them here today is an immeasurable pleasure that I never take for granted. ♦
"Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee," Exodus 20:12.

Linking to my twin sister's Simple Pleasures party. Hope to see you there.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

"Consider the work of God." - Ecclesiastes 7:13

"There is a God; this is the proof.

That all around the evidence is speaking the truth.

From the center of my soul to the edge of the universe.

Creation is crying out believe it or not,

There is a God."

Linking to Spiritual Sundays.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

According to the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, almost 10 million cosmetic surgical and nonsurgical procedures were performed in 2009. A whopping 91 percent of those procedures went to the female gender.

Women, women, women. Why are we such malcontents when examining ourselves in the mirror?

Of course, we like to blame our body consciousness on outside forces – Hollywood, advertisers, men, etc. But for the most part, our image fastidiousness can't be blamed on others.

My sister told me about whining over her aging body one day. While she moaned and threw rocks at the mirror, her husband breezed by, looked at her source of agony and replied, "It looks mighty good to me."

Perhaps it's far-fetched, but I believe that women's dissatisfaction with their bodies comes not from without, but from within. There is an inane sense of discontentment within the female psyche, handed down from our discontented mother, Eve. Whether it is our bodies that need reshaping or our furniture that needs rearranging, we're never completely satisfied. In Eve's case, even paradise wasn't enough.

For the most part, men don't share our discontentment gene. For every nine females undergoing transformation in 2009, there was one lone male.

Men – as women like to say – "don't have to worry" about aging. They have wrinkles and gray hair, and nobody cares. They look dignified, distinguished and downright hot. Oh, boo, hoo, hoo. Poor pitiful us.

Well, it isn't that men don't "have" to worry about wrinkles and gray hair. Men just aren't worried.

They couldn't care less what color their hair is, and you won’t find them huddled around cosmetic counters buying eye cream, thigh cream and Oil of Olay. Their fingernails are real, their eyelashes are real, and no body part was purchased from doctors of medicine.

Sure, there are exceptions to every rule (Michael Jackson comes to mind), but as a whole, men are content with their looks; women aren't.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against women looking good, and if some nipping and tucking is in order, I'm not opposed. However, when our quest to look good results in "chemical peels," "lower body lifts," "thigh lifts" and "buttock lifts," things are out of control.

But, alas, out of control or not, until a cure is found for the mutant female discontentment gene, nothing is going to change. Women will continue scrutinizing themselves and complaining about every tiny flaw. And if they have to blame their discontentment on the devil – as their mother, Eve, did – they will. ♦

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Oh, Baby!

Great Auntie G and Ainsley.

Babies are, pretty much, heaven on earth. Here's me, holding my niece's bundle of joy again. She's growing and coming alive.