MY FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

(Click to listen) Sailing

Christopher Cross Sailing lyrics

It’s not far down to paradise At least it’s not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away And find tranquility The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me It’s not far to never never land No reason to pretend And if the wind is right you can find the joy Of innocence again The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me Sailing Takes me away To where I’ve always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free Fantasy It gets the best of me When I’m sailing All caught up in the reverie Every word is a symphony Won’t you believe me It’s not far back to sanity At least it’s not for me And when the wind is right you can sail away And find serenity The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me

JUDGE, JURY AND GOSSIPER

When someone does or says something that is hurtful to you or causes you great pain, how long are you going to hold it against them?  What length of time is long enough?  Is there some kind of gauge that we should use?   Is there a cosmic ruler that determines how bad the situation was?  How long will you talk about it?   How many miles will you drag it down your road?  How consumed will you decide to be by injustice?   How much bondage do you want to be in?  When will you choose to live in the present?  Do you think that you will be the one that makes the wrong right?  How many people have you hurt or caused great pain?  One more question….

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE LORD’S JUSTICE?  DON’T YOU KNOW HE WILL BALANCE EVERY SCALE?

The longer you carry on not forgiving the more bitter and angrier you become.  Not forgiving is wanting someone else to die while you slowly drink the poison.   The sooner you forgive and get out of God’s way the better it will be for all.

Revelation 16:5 “Yes, Lord God almighty, true and just are your judgements”

note to reader: yes this post is to myself as well.

LESSONS FOR DECEMBER

As I have stated before, these used to only go to my pastor, but now everyone can see.  I don’t mind sharing.  Judge as you wish.

*Sometimes is just too late to salvage what’s left.

*People use the words, LOVE, FRIENDS, & FAMILY very loosley and it can hurt those who take those words seriously.

*Not everyone is going to understand mental illness, It may be easier to comprehend  if it rolled around in a wheel chair, or had crutches,  but it doesn’t.

*Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries,  I still have a problem with those.

*Gossiping hurts everyone eventually, even those that it is not about.

*Praying before a conversation will help it go better, especially if you are expecting the worst.

*I am not strong enough to worry about making my reputation at church better, and I don’t care anymore.

*Hanging out with Athiests on Christmas Day aint so bad.

*Sometimes you have to just “Go” and heal.

OH HONEY…….

OH, HONEY…….INSTEAD OF BRINGING ME THAT HERSHEY BAR THAT BRINGS A SMILE TO MY FACE WOULD YOU INSTEAD BRING A FOR SALE SIGN FOR THE HOUSE SO WE CAN GET THE HECK OUT OF HERE?  Addendum:  It’s a different house that I need to find.  It’s just “too late” for the one I am leaving behind.

SO, YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME? GUESS AGAIN!

So, you think you know me?  I’m talking to you, yeah, you!  Oh yes, we’ve seen each other in church every Sunday now for years? weeks? months?  Oh, maybe you think you know me because we sat next to each other at Wednesday night bible studies, that must be it.  Or maybe we have had one of those 30 second “churchie” conversations in the Access, or wait, I know, you have heard the pastor make a joke about me, or maybe you heard of who I am from someone else?  Maybe you heard something you didn’t like come out of my mouth and you wrote me off right then, or was it a joke I said?   It’s amazing how many people say they know me.  Funny thing is I know very few people at church.  I hear “Oh, you know that Amy” quite often.  Oh yeah?  What do you KNOW about me?

If we have never spent any time together off of the church property then I DON”T KNOW YOU AT ALL AND YOU DO NOT KNOW ME.  Have you been to my house?  Have I been to yours?  Have we had any in depth hour long meaningful conversations?  Did you even know that I like to have those?  Do you know how I spend my time?  Have we shared each others burdens?  How about our sins?  Have I cooked dinner for you, and you for me?  Have I tasted your coffee, and you mine?  Did you know I don’t watch T.V.?  What’s on your DVR?  Have we prayed together?   How can anyone say they know me when they haven’t even spent more than five minutes in conversation with me?

I would like to take a moment to thank the few people that have given me the greatest gift one could give me, their time.  For the rest of ya, well you lost your chance to know a great person, me.

ENTHUSIASM? I HAVEN’T SEEN ANY.

 The word “Enthusiasm” in the ancient Greek is EN+THEOS, meaning… “INSPIRED BY OR POSSESSED BY GOD”

Enthusiasm?  Do we have enthusiasm for our God?  What does that look like?  What does is sound like?  What does it act like?

Would someone please show me, or tell me?  I don’t think I have witnessed enthusiasm for God yet.  We need to fix this.  I need to repent.  We need to figure this out.

CHRIST DIED FOR OUR SINS AND IF WE ARE A TRUE BELIEVER,WE WILL NOT GET WHAT WE DESERVE, WHICH IS ETERNAL DAMNATION.  IF THAT IS NOT SOME THING TO GET ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT, I DON”T KNOW WHAT IS.  DO WE CHRISTIANS EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT CHRIST DID?  WHERE IS OUR ENTHUSIASM?  WHY ARE WE SO BLASE?  HELP ME UNDERSTAND THIS, PLEASE! 

Could it be that we don’t really know our God as well as we think we do?  I bet if we knew him as “his truth” and  not ”our truth”, meaning the box we put God in, we would be ON OUR KNEES  every day.   Do we really comprehend what Jesus did for us?

Wow, when I think about this all I can say is when it comes to having enthusiasm for God we Christians are terrible at it!  We have more enthusiasm for the next American Idol!  Or how about our favorite sport where we are jumping up and down with our arms flapping, and yelling “Go, Go, Go!!” ,and wearing silly make up and crazy T-Shirts to show our enthusiasm for the team!   I have seen more enthusiasm over a piece of cake or the new I Phone.

I BET THE LOST LOOK AT US AND ASK THEMSELVES, “DO THEY REALLY BELIEVE IN THEIR GOD?  WHAT GIFT HAVE THEY BEEN GIVEN?”

Heavenly Father, please show me what I do not understand, in Jesus name Amen.

Addendum:  Ok, Ok, I take this back.  I have witness my own pastor jumping up and down as if he has giant springs attatched to his legs!  I was almost worried about him, but I know he was in the act of worship.  So I have see some enthusiam!  Yeah!!!!!!

LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE

 I have just endured a very intense manic episode.  My husband made it through it without loosing his mind, his patience, understanding, or his devotion to me.  Others did not fair so well, which I am accustomed to with great understanding.   I told him maybe he should write a book on what it is like living with someone with Bipolar and he laughed and said “The title will be, “Living With An Oscilloscope”.  I laughed my butt off .  I had to.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS ©A.J.Curran

I HAVE A FEW PICTURES OF OUR SAVIOUR THAT I CREATED, I CHOSE THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR TO POST.  I THINK IT SPEAKS FOR IT’S SELF.

PLAYING GOD, A BIG BUISNESS GROWING FROM OUR DESIRES AND FEAR

I just heard a story on CNN about women selling their eggs to men that want children, but don’t want to get married.  Many gay and straight men are doing it and it is becoming quite acceptable.  One of the men had 2 little girls and was questioning  the impact of not having a women role model in their lives.  Eggs are being sold for up to 100,000,000$ or more with looks being the highest factor in deciding which eggs to purchase  followed by intelligence, and athletic ability.  Since economic times are difficult there has been a huge jump in the amount of women selling their eggs.  The woman interviewed said they have no problem knowing there will be someone in the world created from their egg being used and  they felt good knowing they helped someone who could not have a baby.  Somehow I doubt that.  I bet there will be huge consequences to pay that is unknown, much like the haunting mental torture a woman battles for the rest of her life from not understanding the ramifications of abortion.  We never hear those stories.  We are playing more “GOD” than ever these days and we will pay for not trusting that he knows what is best for us and will give us what we need.

I remember when I was pregnant with my son we got a package in the mail about banking his cord blood, also a big buisness making lots of money.  The company claimed that this procedure may someday save my child’s life.  Companies love making money off of our fear.  I must admit that I thought about it for a split second and then repented and submitted to “Thy will be done”  God isn’t going to give me anymore than I can handle, and decided that I would trust God. 

It is such a shame that we are so afraid to die and trust that God knows what is best for us.   Companies, know this and make billions off of our fear, BILLIONS!!!  FEAR AND FAITH ARE LIKE OIL AND WATER!

IF YOU ARE A CHRISTIAN THE BEST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO YOU WOULD BE DEATH!

WOW, THIS IS TOO COOL,  I CLICKED THE “YOUR VOICE BUTTON” ON THE CNN VIEWER AND POSTED MY OPINION ABOUT THE ABOVE STORY AND THEY USED IT ON THE AIR THE SECOND THAT I WAS DONE TYPING THIS POST.  MY COMMENT WAS…

WE ARE GOING TO PAY DEARLY FOR PLAYING GOD!

THAT’S IS JUST TOO AWESOME

FOR THE SOLDIER WITH LOVING BLUE EYES

Merry Christams Darin!   We love you, miss you and always pray for you!

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE ,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE .
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT ,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS .
WITH MEDAL SAND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS ,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEP ING,
SILENT, ALONE ,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT ,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT .
SOON ROUND THE WORLD ,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWN UPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN’T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE ,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE ,
‘ SANTA DON’ T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON’ T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS .
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP ,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS ,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT ‘S CHILL .
I DIDN’ T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT ,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT .
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, ‘ CARRY ON SANTA ,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH ,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT .
‘ MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT .

This poem was written by Lance Corporal James M Schmidt in 1986