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Monday, December 29, 2014

True Story 12 29 14



Oh such fun - Reading a True Story !
 
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The Green Sweater

Ann Voskamp wrote about a Christmas of Long ago when her elderly grandmother with the creaking knees, gave matching ugly sweaters to both her and her sister.  That story triggered a memory.

It must have been the Christmas of 1947 that I received from my mother, a long sleeved bright green cable knit cardigan sweater.

I was a selfish girl and not happy with what I had been given.

I was in high school, and one cold wintery day during gym I put on my ugly sweater to give me warmth.

Soon I noticed another girl wearing an identical sweater.  I sidled up to her and asked if she received her sweater for Christmas, and she replied, “Yes I did.”

I don’t remember commenting that it probably was on sale and couldn’t be returned, but that is what I thought.

The girl seemed happy with her sweater, and so I decided to be happy with mine.

We must learn to be content with what we have, and grateful that we are blessed.
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Monday, December 22, 2014

Tell Me a True Story Week 12/22/14



I love a True Story
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Christmas in By Gone Days

 Years gone by when I was a child at Christmas, we usually received clothing that we needed and a few small surprise gifts.  One special item that we had asked for was often there too.   

I was about ten years old, when I told my mother that I wanted a Shirley Temple doll, she said that particular doll was too expensive.  Instead she took me down to Montgomery Wards and showed me a very pretty doll within her budget.  Blond hair, Brown eyes that opened and closed and she cried mama. Although I didn’t play with dolls much anymore, I loved that doll and kept her for many years.   

It is true that many spoil their kids.  I think they must try to make up for their own meager Christmas when they were young.  When you are on a tight budget, it is difficult to flood your children with an abundance of large expensive gadgets. 

However when you have a "credit card," it seems easier.

WOW - - where did that credit card bill come from?

Yes, my husband and I use a credit card, but the bill is paid in full at the end of each month.  That way we do not owe the high rates of interest.

Few of us would ever own a home if we found it necessary to pay cash for a house.  A mortgage on your home - - as long as you pay each monthly payment when it is due, is another way not to owe any man.  The bill will be there each month whether it is for rent or a mortgage, just be sure to pay it on time.

So if it is a doll you want – choose one within your budget.  A car you need – shop around and get a sensible one.  A home – select one you can afford!

Living beyond your means is the sad fact that can get you (and me) into big trouble. 

Merry Christmas to you all and May you enjoy a Blessed and Happy New Year.

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Monday, December 15, 2014

Tell me a Story Week 12 15 14


Time for a True Story with a new format


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Memories

 
My earliest recollections are measured by where I lived during different spans of time.

Ages three and four were when we lived in Exeter, California, prior to our move to Oakland.  I remember Mother washing clothes in an old wash tub in the yard and hanging them out to dry on a line.  She used one of those old fashioned wash rub boards to get out the spots and make sure everything was clean.  The outhouse was vivid in my memory, but I was very tiny, and a small potty chair graced the back porch just for me. 

I had just turned three, and I remember banging on the bedroom door, and demanding to see my mother when my sister was born.  My Aunt Edna told me that I could not see her because my mother was sick.  Refusing to be denied, I screamed and yelled, “I want my Mama,” until my aunt finally allowed me a short visit.  Mother smiled at me, and reached out to give me a gentle hug, and then she asked me to please obey my aunt, so I did. 

Even though my mother had two other babies, she found time to rock me, and sing to me for my nap.  Although I was three years old, and closed my eyes, I remember thinking, “I will pretend that I am asleep and trick mama.”  Mother thought I was asleep so she quietly carried me to my bed, except by the time she laid me down I was out like a light. 

Having just celebrated my fifth birthday, I watched as Mother packed an ironing board and two boxes of kettles and dishes.  Then I went along with her to the train station to ship them off to Oakland where I would eventually grow up and attend school.   

There was perhaps only days, when I, my brother Allen, and my sister Zelma slept on the floor on a mattress at Uncle Cliff and Aunt Beulah’s home while our parents searched out a rental house.  That year living in the rent house cemented age five in my memory.  The move after that was to a home purchased by my parents and it held all my childhood memories until I married, and left home at age 18. 

At the urging of our foster daughter Nancy, for several years, I have been documenting memories from my childhood; remembrances from my children growing up; and other golden memories.  It was time to get those stories into a book. 
 
There were so many stories enough for three books.  Contact me if you would like to purchase copies.  Each book is $10 which includes postage to USA.

Time marches, on and today is the day to rescue YOUR memories, and not allow them to fade into the distance.  Begin now to write your memoirs.  Go ahead and post and save them. 

Monday, December 8, 2014

Tell Me a True Story Week of 12 08 14



Reading a True Christmas Story


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Meaning of the Carol; 12 days of Christmas 

From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.  It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.

-The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.

-Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.

-Three French hens stood for Faith, Hope and Love.

-The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.

-The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.

-The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.

-Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit--Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.

-The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

-Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit--Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.

-The ten Lords a-leaping were the ten commandments.

-The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.

-The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed.

Merry (Twelve Days of) Christmas Everyone
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Friday, December 5, 2014

True Story - Are you Shy?


I will Speak Out, What You Tell me to Say
 
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Shy Girl
Are You Shy?
 
As a young child in school, my face would turn beet red when ever I was called on by the teacher.  I respected adult leadership almost to the point of being afraid to speak out. 

My shyness extended into High School, and I wanted an A in Geometry, but my teacher informed the class that she only gave A's to those who would raise their hands and explain the answer to the problem we had that day.  I did my best, but in her opinion it was not good enough, and she gave me a B+ on my report card.   

The next day, I called my teacher to my desk and quietly but outright told her that I deserved an A and she was in error to give me less.  For “shy me” that was risky business.  

As far as I knew, no one else complained, but my words flustered her a bit.  She told me to speak up more which I did, and at the end of the semester she relented and gave me an A as my final grade.  

I have outgrown my shyness, and with God’s help I am no longer afraid to speak out. 

Usually I have found it best to delay and not to speak in haste or in anger.  Often I wait until God says, NOW, usually the next day.  While waiting I ask our Lord, what exactly should I say? 

The Holy Spirit begins to formulate a plan of words and when I follow the script that He gives to me, and there is no offence.  

One or two Sundays a month I share one of my very short stories with a message at my church, and I aim to express them as I am led.   One recent Sunday, my story may have been considered unusual to some, but as I finished all I could see were smiles. 

My hope is that the needed words are heard and received in their spirit.  

If you are shy, just ask God, “What do I say next?”  He will give you His words to say.

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Monday, December 1, 2014

True Story Party - week of December 01, 2014


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65 Years - December 01, 2014


How to reach 65 years of Married Life? 
Keep breathing and start out young! 

I was 17 and was volunteering to work in the craft department of the Vacation Bible School our church was hosting.  We were assigned the kitchen which contained a nice large window viewing the neighbor’s yard 

Through that window I first saw my darling Robert and thought to myself - - such a handsome fellow.  One of the boys in our craft class, said, “That is my big brother.” 

Following the Vacation Bible School, the church held a revival with a fiery evangelist who preached hell fire and brimstone until all the sinners came to the alter to receive Jesus.

Many of the families of the children who came to the VBS were there at the revival.  Robert’s family attended also.  At the call for repentance, his mother dug her elbow deep into his ribs and up he went to the front to receive Jesus as his Lord 

The family became regular attendees to the church and often on Sunday my brother invited Robert to have Sunday dinner with us at our home.  Ha ! 

As winter rolled around a couple from our church invited me, their sister my age, and Robert for a snow trip to Yosemite.  We met at the couple’s house, and Bob found a place on the living room floor to sleep.  Most of us didn’t get much rest, and the guys talked several hours.  Robert was on his stomach, with his arms cradling his chin and his arm muscles from his hard work at his job, showing beneath his white tee shirt. 

Zing, ping went my 17 year old heart strings.   

We girls went into another room to giggle and chat.  Our hostess friend confided that she had already asked Robert, which of the girls do you like best, the brunette or the blond? 

He had told her that he liked the blond best.  That was me, I am the blond, and I was pleased! 

Soon after that we began to date and when I turned 18 we were married on 12/01/49. 

I believe it is until death do us part and so it has been for these many years..

How to stay married? 

Wives, honor your husbands, and learn to keep quiet while he fusses.  Later when the dust settles, you can give your opinion. By then it might not be necessary!

Husbands, LOVE your wife as Christ loved the church AND take time to listen to your wife.  If you pay attention and not be so macho, it might save you a LOT of money and grief. 

Hug and kiss a lot - - and tell each other those sweet words, “I love you and you only.”

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Friday, November 28, 2014

Counseling - Tell Me a Story

True Stories Make me Happy !!
 
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Counseling 
I'm Listening !!

 
I heard the frantic cry of my husband, “Hazel, Please come in here 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 the office to find the woman dressed provocatively in mini shorts, 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, because 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. 

When it comes to counseling, for myself, I have discovered long ago, that a little talk with your best friend, Jesus is safe, and He does not pass on to others, what you have shared with Him. 


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Sunday, November 23, 2014

True Story Week 11-24-14 "Listen for That Signal"


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Listen for that Signal


Mother would blow three long blasts on her Police whistle!

Tw-e-e-t! Tw-e-et! Tw-e-e-t!

That was our signal to leave the school yard where we played after school and head for home. Dinner was on the table and we knew we had to obey that warning.

The Bible tells us that on that last day, the Angel Gabriel will blow his horn and signal all those who have accepted Jesus as their personal Savior to come home to the Heavenly banquet table.

Involved!  Yes, we are all involved in business, in school, or in various activities, but when that signal comes, we WILL drop everything and fly away to glory, as the old song says.

As we wait here on earth, we are to continue with daily activities, living life as if that glorious day is still hundreds of years away. The catch is that we must live prepared - - as if that trumpet will sound at any second.

Mother also had other signals to alert us. One was the street lights. If we were playing outside close to home, when the street lights came on it signified the end of our play. It was time for us to come home.

Today there are many signals to which we must be alert. These tell us that the return of Jesus may be sooner that we realize. The Bible speaks of wars and rumors of wars. It also comments about signs in the earth and in the heavens.
Some people shake and quake over the things occurring today.

It is not time to fear or to be worried. Rejoice! It is time to rejoice and to understand what is happening when we see these things come to pass.
 
The Bible says, there is a great cloud of witnesses watching us. I always thought it meant our loved ones who have gone before and that they are interested in us even now. That could be it.
 
Perhaps it is the host of angels watching and protecting us.  The angels are probably already setting the table for the feast that God is preparing for his children.


You know, I can imagine that they have one eye on us, while casting glances at Gabriel to see if he is ready to lift his horn to his lips!

So the thing to remember is NOT to be afraid, but to just stay watchful and to be prepared. Keep listening for that signal that will let you know it is time to come home!
 

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

True Story Blog Party will open on Monday night


 
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Clean Dishes - Clean Feet

As is my practice, I rinsed off the lunch dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. What I did not notice was that there was water standing on the tops of the cups.

In a few minutes I heard my husband emptying the dishwasher.

OH No, I exclaimed. I just put some dirty dishes in there.

He protested, “Well it is too late now because I am almost done putting them away.”

It is just the two of us living here, and when something like this happens you just make the best of it. If we were out camping who knows how those dishes might have been washed. Perhaps they might have even been washed in cold water or only rinsed at best.

As I reflected on this incident I was reminded when Jesus said “He that is washed doesn’t need to wash again only to wash his feet, because he is every bit clean.”

He meant that once we receive Jesus into our heart, we don’t need to get saved all over again. We are clean and each day as we follow the Lord he keeps us clean.

It is only when we knowingly step into a place where “our feet get dirty” that we need to repent and get our feet washed so to speak. Jesus also said in another place that “You are clean through the Word which I have spoken unto you.”

That is why it is important to read our Bible daily because it is the Word of God that washes over us and keeps us clean.

So next time I rinse the dishes, and start to place them in the dishwasher I will pay better attention to see if there is water standing on top of the cups.

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

True Story - Gloria and Ann



I Told You - - I Don't Like Change !

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 Gloria and Ann ( a true story)
Gloria was a Mean Girl and Her Words hurt
 
My first grade teacher asked my reading group to arrange our small chairs in a circle at the back of the room. I sat between Gloria and Ann. Gloria leaned across me and spoke to Ann in a voice loud enough so I could hear.

She said, “Do you like Hazel?” Ann replied, “Yes.”

Gloria laughed and forcefully said, “I don’t like her at all. In fact I hate her.”

I felt like crying! The color in my face drained and so did my spirits! Even though I had been taught not to hit, I was tempted to slap Gloria’s face!

Attitude is a Choice
In my six year old mind, I knew I had a choice. I quickly decided that I would pretend that I had not heard Gloria’s remarks.

Those Sunday School lessons on loving your neighbor had paid off! I would treat her with kindness.

Years later, I realized that Gloria had been teasing and joking. Some families enjoy pranks and playing those ugly games, but it is not a good practice.

Children can be injured by the words they hear and remember. Scars can be left that often cause insecurity and feelings of rejection leading to emotional and even physical illness.

“Dear Gloria, I thank you for allowing me the opportunity to learn to exercise the practice of walking in forgiveness.”

“I HATE YOU!” Yes, I said those words once when I was very upset with my Mother. Mother quickly responded and instructed me that there are some words to which a person should never give a voice. The word hate is one of them. She let me know that the person to whom I had spoken these words would always remember what I had said!  Ouch! Thinking back I still remember the first grade incident.

Mother continued, “No matter how much you beg forgiveness and say you are sorry, they will continue to remember those words you spoke in haste.”

“Yes, Mother, I love you and I believe I have never told a person since that time that I hated them.”

The Bible was Mother’s tool for emphasis. It made an impact on me! Mother explained that the Bible tells us not to stay angry. While it is not a sin to be angry, it is our obligation to make things right with the other person before the sun goes down.

“Ahhhha Thank you dear Mother....”You taught me to forgive even when I did not feel like forgiving! You also taught me to keep certain words unspoken.

So my friend, here is my challenge to you. Are you setting a watch before the words of your mouth? Do practice telling those who are close to you that you love them?

Do you use words to show your love even as you show love by your actions? Take special care to use words of respect that build up and not words that tear down relationships. Words can hurt or words can heal – it is your choice.

And, last of all, are you also acting out the Lord’s Prayer and forgiving those who you think are sinning against you? Just do it! It’s a lot easier to forgive the more often you do it.
 

Friday, November 14, 2014

New Pups and Top Dogs

I Don't Like Change !!

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New Pups and Top Dogs
I noticed our neighbors new 6 month old German Shepard puppy was limping.

He seemed to be accepted by the two older dogs as they ran the yard. Our neighbor told me the pup would get in the box with the other dogs and cuddle. In the night our neighbor would hear a yelp and the next day it was the pups other leg that was limping.

Did you even feel like you were the new pup at work?

New jobs often create jealousy if you do your job faster or better than the ones who have been there awhile.

Or did you ever feel like the new pup at your church?

Were you being accepted as long as you sat down – shut up and put your money in the offering?

Give it more time and keep your humor. The older dogs will soon realize you are not one to bully and you should just keep smiling and praising the Lord.

Of all things do not stoop to snippiness or treat the other dogs with bites back. (back biting.) 


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Monday, November 10, 2014

Welcome - Week of November 10, 2014 True Stories Party


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You might enjoy these words by Mike Bickle

 
Deepen Your Intimacy with God – by Mike Bickle
 
In the last days, God says ... I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke. ... And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. —Acts 2:17, 19-21

Signs and wonders in nature are not to be taken lightly, because they are not given for trivial reasons. Don't expect God to show a sign in the heavens concerning which car you are supposed to buy.

Fire fell from heaven and consumed Elijah's sacrifice, the Red Sea parted, and a star led the wise men to Bethlehem. These were not insignificant events in the progress of God's plan and purpose.

God's power displayed by signs and wonders in nature in the last days will be unprecedented because it will serve to confirm and signify one of the greatest events of all time—the last ingathering of souls and the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.

The purpose of the outpouring of the Spirit, the increase of the prophetic ministry, and the signs and wonders in nature is to awaken the church to passionate Christianity and to bring people to salvation.

{ PRAYER STARTER }
Help me to understand Your work in these end time days, dear God. Let me always remember that Your Spirit is being poured out upon man to awaken Your church and to bring people to salvation.
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Welcome - Week of November 03, 2014 True Stories Party


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You might enjoy this amazing true story about John Lake written here by Rod Parsley
John Lake an Apostle of Faith
The Spirit of Life by Rod Parsley 

For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death. —Romans 8:2

John Lake was a missionary in Central Africa when an epidemic broke out. Thousands of people were dying.

One of the doctors sent by the local government asked him what he used to inoculate himself with against the virus.

Lake directed the doctor to put a sample of the living virus under a microscope, and view the masses of living germs. He then took the sample in his hand for a moment and then returned it to the microscope. To the doctor's amazement the germs were dead.

"That is the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus," he declared. "As long as I keep my soul in contact with the living God-.-.-.-no germ can attach itself to me. My spirit and body are so filled with the blessed presence of God, it even oozes from my pores."

The "law of the Spirit of life" is the regulating, activating power, and life of the Holy Spirit that has set us free from the power of sin, hell, and the grave.

Fill me Lord with Your Spirit of life.
Empower me to overcome the
power of sin, hell, and the
grave in Your mighty
Name. Amen.
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