Monday, January 31, 2011

The Journey

The journey by which we discover God is also the journey by which we discover, or uncover, our true self hidden in God. It is a journey that we all have to make. -Esther de Waal

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Make It Real

Real Worship will bring Real Results

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Weaving of Your Day

Woven through our lives are many colors - colors that produce many thoughts. What is on your mind today?

Friday, January 28, 2011

Ophs! Be Careful...


Better the feet slip than the tongue.
- George Herbert

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Put "Ha-Ha" In Your Day

A day without laughter is a day wasted.

- Charlie Chaplin

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Condition, please!

In what condition is our spiritual house?
Is it time for repair?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Provide Love

Children will not remember you for the material things you provided but for the feeling that you cherished them. - R.L. Evans

Monday, January 24, 2011

Reach Out

Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll REACH OUT and take it. Maybe being able to REACH OUT and take it is a gift too. - Unknown

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Map Out Courage

Whatever...you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course...and follow it to an end requires courage. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, January 21, 2011

Curiously Bored?

The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity.
-Dorothy Parker

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Agitated & Run through the Wringer

NO! Oh NO! This 1950s advertisement doesn't show it like it really was. Believe me! It was everything but fun and glee.

I must admit that washing clothes doesn’t have the same meaning it used to. Thank the Good Lord for that! Nowadays, we just whip the clothes into our front loader or top loader machine, place the laundry agents into their designated slots, press a button or two, and poof - our load is off and running. When it goes through its automated cycles, we just a flip of the laundry into the dryer, push a few buttons, and off they go into a spin - and off we go too!

I don't want to be depressing or anything - nor do I wish for sympathy. That's not my point for posting this today. Read to the end and you'll find out why I chose such - or if you don't want to bother reading the whole thing, just go to the end for my reasoning.

I remember this "monster". Well, calling it a "monster" is a
little harsh as it was better than using the older (non-electric)
washers or the basic scrub board. Hey, the more I look at it,
it's nice - really nice in comparison to the pre-monster types.

Washing our clothes was not magical as a girl. We had a Maytag wringer washing machine that would danced all over the back porch (thanks to its powerful gyrator). The gyrator was hailed as one of its major selling points. In all truth, this machine was one of the reasons ladies didn't have to go to the gym or watch what they ate. It was an exercise machine in itself. Well, if you had to chase the "monster" around the laundry porch, you'd agree. And yes, we had a laundry porch, which consisted of wash tubs, linoleum floor and wired screen around two sides of the room so to let the fresh air in during the cold, icy winter as well as the fresh air in during the hot, scorching summer. Hey, it was better than a wooden or concrete slab outdoors that many folks had. You know we should never complain if our laundry appliances are located in the garage. That would have been a blessing in my younger days. However, I must say that God is Good and I have been supremely blessed with an indoor laundry room for many, many years.

Now let's get back to my story. After the clothes were beaten too death, in that "modern form of 1950's technology", the next step was putting the clothes through the wringer. It was the process of taking the clothes out of the (usually) very hot, soapy water, then doing the wringer thing to take out excess water, only to purge them into a tub of cold water and wring again. Then if they were whites, it was into the bluing tub (blue liquid mixed with water to brighten clothes), wring them, and then drop them into a tub of cold water. The last wring for either the whites or coloreds was to wring them out AGAIN as dry as possible and place them in the clothes basket (wooden-weave, no plastics at that time - we were more environmentally- friendly at that time).
Unfortunately, sometimes more than the clothes got wrung - on occasion it was a sleeve of what you were wearing or your hand. Yes, a Hand. In panic mode, you'd hit the wringer release (if you could think above the pain) and pull out whatever was caught. I was a 9 or 10 year old girl so you can imagine the drama. (Often thought I should have gone into acting because I was pretty good - the screams and sobs were so natural). Truthfully, it was quite an ordeal at any age! If it was a hand, you'd let it lie there like a wet mop while turning ashen with tears gathering in the corners of your eyeballs. If it was your clothes that had a traumatic wring, it meant considering repair with needle and thread.

Oh, I forgot to mention that if you wanted shirts, blouses, skirts, dresses, hankies and sheets (yes, sheets! - nothing like a starched sheet to make for comfy bedding), a pan of starch was a must. With a conglomeration of powdered substance and water mixed in a large pan, you'd drop the selected clothing in the pan one by one, and gently agitated them with your hand – and after that? You got it, the wringer experience again.

We didn't own an electric or gas clothes dryer. In fact, dryers were rare at that time and not very proven as to their working condition. Well, truth was that many clothes ended up with burnt spots - and since it wasn't kosher to wear scorched clothing, my family elected to use nature's dryer. This sophisticated drying system consisted of several wire lines stretched between two posts, with clothes being held (prisoner) by wooden clothes pins. The Result of such labor: Sheets were stiff even without starching and ironing (but smelled sunshine fresh). Towels were rough (imagine drying a wet body with them - an experience in itself especially when taking a morning shower while half awake - scratch, scratch). All colored clothes would fade in no time (unless turned inside out when put on line but they’d still be stiff and still faded, only slower). And the unmentionables? Yes, they had their place - exposed for the world to see unless you hide them neatly in-between the rows of sheets and towels. And just think of their feel!

It took the greatest part of the day as normally laundry was done once a week - on Mondays (because Tuesday was ironing day - and since no-iron clothing didn't exist, it meant Iron poor soul, Iron! That is, all except the towels.). Well, I won’t even tell about the ironing process (if I did, I'd set myself up for a nightmare or two - if the washing hasn't already).

Well, I said all that to say this:
Washing clothes is a parallel to our walk with the Lord. Being a real Christian means we must be spiritually clean which means, at times, we must be aggressively agitated, placed in a tub of hot water, run through the wringer (perhaps several times), and then hung out to dry for the whole world to see. And because of the nature of man, we will probably need to be rewashed next Monday (if not sooner).

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A Time of Bonding

The mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.
-Thomas Carlyle

Monday, January 17, 2011

Tribute to a Thinking Man

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King
January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968

Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think. - Martin Luther King, Jr

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Seeing All Things Beautiful

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
- Camille Pissarro

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Ripple Effect

Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end. -Scott Adams

Friday, January 14, 2011

What's Driving You?

Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?

- Corrie Ten Boom

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Don't Be in a Hurry

Flowers do not force their way with great strife.
Flowers open to perfection slowly in the sun....
Don't be in a hurry about spiritual matters.
Go step by step, and be very sure.

- White Eagle

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Be an Island that Joins

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows that he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them.
- Francis Bacon

Monday, January 10, 2011

Dance On

Life is a dance
God's love is the music

Monday, January 3, 2011

Seeking Out

The last few weeks my husband and I have spent with family and friends, and it has been wonderful but it has also made me aware of the many things I lack in my walk with the Lord. I feel impressed to reflect on my life and what I am offering the Lord in exchange for the precious gift He has given to me. This week will be devoted to seeking out what He has in store for me in 2011; therefore, I will be away from the Blog World until Monday, the 10th.

May the Lord richly bless you always!
With love and care to all...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

My MAYs to You

My MAYs to You for 2011:

May GOODNESS and MERCY be yours;
May a hedge encircle you as a PROTECTION;
May you find PEACE in life's storms;
May you be anointed with perfect LOVE that only comes from above;
May you have JOY unspeakable, and full of glory;
May HAPPINESS and laughter fill your home and heart;
May PROSPERITY be yours in the things that really matter; and
May an abundance of untold BLESSINGS be yours.