Dayzee's Food For The Soul

  
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Purred: Sat Aug 29, '09 7:35am PST 
August 29, 2009
A time to rend, and a time to sew. . . .
Ecclesiastes 3:7

We just returned from my hometown in Nebraska where we attended the funeral of my brother’s wife. They’d been married only eighteen months before her death from acute leukemia.

Don rarely shows his emotions, so I was surprised to see him drying his eyes on his handkerchief all through the service. Later, his eyes grew teary whenever he tried to talk about Doris.

Sometimes I think it would help, when we’re hurting deeply, if we could do something explosive to get the pain out. I’m not advocating tearing one’s clothes, as was the custom in Koheleth’s day, but just some harmless physical action that could help relieve that bottled-up pain.

What I like about this passage in Ecclesiastes is that after the intensity of clothes-tearing, there is “a time to sew” (though I’d prefer the word mend because it suggests healing). Before Doris died, she said to Don, “Be happy please. Do it for me.” So my prayer question today is, “How do you sew up a broken heart? How can I help my brother heal?”

The answer is short—HELP—but the medicine effective:

Hold the torn cloth, the hurting one.

Encourage him to talk about his pain.

Listen with all your heart, soul and spirit.

Pray for his wholeness.

Loving Father, may I remember to Hold, Encourage, Listen, Pray.


By Marilyn Morgan King

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Purred: Sun Aug 30, '09 6:36am PST 
You Must Keep Going
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Sometimes you must keep going.

Life punches you in the stomach.
It knocks your breath out and leaves you bowed and gasping.

You lose a job. . . you must keep going.

You find out you have a serious illness. . .you must keep going.

You have a headache. . . you must keep going.

Sometimes the things in life are not serious but they affect you
nevertheless. . . you must keep going.

You have a big argument with your spouse.
Neither of you feels like talking and maybe not even looking at
each other. . . you must keep going.

Your son rebels and you have a blowout with him. . .
you must keep going.

The bills seem to never end and the money seems to never start.

You must keep going.

There are times that make us just want to curl up, stick our
heads in a hole, and make the world go away.

We can't, because we must keep going.

Life is full of those circumstances.

Many of you when you woke up this morning, for a variety of
reasons, didn't feel like getting out of bed, but you had to.

You must keep going.

In times like those, and we all have them,
remember the blessing.

The blessing is not in that we must keep going.

The blessing is that we can.



~A MountainWings Original~


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Purred: Mon Aug 31, '09 6:35am PST 
Cruising in Paradise
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The sign read, "Guests on a cruise gain an average of seven to
ten pounds during a cruise."

I stared at the sign posted in front of the fitness center of
the cruise ship as my wife and I were on a recent cruise.

"Seven to ten pounds...that's a lot of weight," I thought.
"That's a pound or more per day." It was a MountainWings Moment.

A cruise represents as close to earthly paradise as the average
person will get. You don't have to work at all. You have a room
steward, a personal waiter, and some cabins even have a butler.

You can call at any time of the day or night and have room
service delivered at no extra charge. You can order an
unlimited number of entrees and desserts at breakfast, lunch,
and dinner.

You can have as much as you want on a cruise and you have to do
no work to get it. That's as close to paradise as most will get.

Yet, paradise puts an average of a pound a day on folk.

Research has proven that one of the most effective life
extenders in rats is caloric restriction. If the rats are kept
always hungry and given little to eat, they lived twice as long
as rats who are given all they wanted to eat.

It works that way with things other than food. Sometimes all
that we want is opposite from all that we need.

I sat next to a lady on the return flight home after leaving
the cruise ship. She asked the flight attendant if she could
get a seat belt extender. She confided in me that she had
gained some weight on a cruise that she and her husband were
returning from.

Thank God that He has the wisdom to not give us all that we
want all or even most of the time.

~A MountainWings Original~

♥- Dayzee- ♥

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Purred: Mon Aug 31, '09 7:51am PST 
Carrots, Eggs, and Coffee


A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look
at a cup of coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her
life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know
how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She
was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one
problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots
with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots
came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second
she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee
beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She
fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She
pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she
ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to
her daughter, she asked, ' Tell me what you see.'

'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother
then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After
pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The
daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced
the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However,
after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and
became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell
had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the
boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground
coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the
boiling water, they had changed the water.

'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity
knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot,
an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong,
but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and
lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes
with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a
breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I
become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same,
but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and
hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the
hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When
the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you
are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better
and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do
you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle
adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough
trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human
and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
everything; they just make the most of everything that comes
along their way. The brightest future will always be based on
a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of
your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around
you was smiling.

Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and
everyone around you is crying.

You might want to send this message to those people who
mean something to you (I JUST DID); to those who have touched
your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile
when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter
side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship
you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.

If you don't send it, you will just miss out on the opportunity to
brighten someone's day with this message!

May we all be COFFEE!!!!!!
big grin

♥- Dayzee- ♥

I got THE- power!! Jesus.
 
 
Purred: Wed Sep 2, '09 5:32am PST 
September 02, 2009
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make straight your paths.
Proverbs 3hi5–6 (NRSV)

My husband Charlie and I seldom fight, but when we do, it’s usually devastating for both of us. We’re just not very good at it. We usually end up drained and much more distressed about hurting each other than we were about the original problem.

A few months ago we were anxious about what appeared to be a looming crisis. My style in a situation like that is to plan obsessively for all contingencies so that we’ll be ready for whatever disaster I imagine will strike. Charlie’s way is to wait and see what happens, confident that he will be able to handle whatever occurs.

On this particular occasion we clashed big time. When, after an exhaustive review of the possibilities, I told him what I planned to do, he looked at me wearily and said, “You’re not doing that.”

Everything came to a screeching halt. The ensuing crisis had nothing to do with the one we’d been discussing. My determination to “worry about tomorrow” despite Jesus’ warning (Matthew 6:34) ended up ruining an entire night, causing us both heartache and grief.

Oh, and that looming crisis? It never happened.

Father, forgive me for worrying. Please let the painful lessons that You teach me lead me to peace in You.


By Marci Alborghetti

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Purred: Thu Sep 3, '09 8:28am PST 
September 03, 2009
A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Proverbs 17:17

Driving through a dense dark night by the ocean, I ask my oldest and dearest friend, “Hey, man, how’re you doing?” He is quiet for a few minutes because he knows I mean the black dog, Mr. D. Pression, and he’s an honest guy, and he wants to answer without lies. I wait, the ocean murmuring in my window as we zoom along.

“The tide isn’t all the way out,” he says finally. “I carry a piece of paper in my wallet with all the names of all the things I love. It’s a really long list. The other day I got it laminated because it was getting messy. People must think I’m some kind of crackpot or lost and checking directions, because I pull it out all the time. But I sure need to read that map, you know?”

There’s a long silence in the car after that, and then out in the ocean there’s an incredible moaning bellow, really loud and long, a tanker or a barge or a ferry or something, and I say, “Man, that sounds like a whale passing a kidney stone or a lighthouse mooing.” He and I start laughing, and the rest of the trip we laugh and tell stories, which is so often how we say the things we don’t say.

I don’t say what I want to say, which is that I love him, and I pray for joy in his heart, and I thank God for the shaggy humor and oceanic generosity and piercing intelligence of a friend I have had for more than thirty years. But the laughter and the stories are eloquent and articulate, and by the time we arrive at our destination he is laughing as I haven’t heard him laugh in a year. There are so many ways to serve each other.

Dear Lord, I’ve never, not once, thanked You enough or properly for the astounding, amazing, incredible, invaluable gift of my friends. Without them, I would be lost and lonely and small.


By Brian Doyle

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September 05, 2009
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all. . . .
Galatians 6:10 (NKJV)

I stacked the breakfast dishes on my arm. As I turned to take them into the kitchen, I almost ran into Sarah, an adorable eightyear- old guest, who stood squeezing her cowboy hat with both hands. She looked at me with big blue eyes and timidly asked, “Can I see your baby mule?”

I winced. “We’ll see. Maybe after dinner.” I took her cowboy hat and settled it down on her head and said, “Now scoot.”

Wind Dancer had been the hit of the guest ranch where I worked. Everyone had wanted to pet the baby—all the time—for the last couple of months. At first I loved showing off my little mule, but as the demands became overwhelming, I limited the visits to after dinner. Then a couple days ago I was in an accident and severely burned both my feet with a pan full of boiling grease. A large blister covered each foot. I wrapped and tucked them into a pair of oversized water shoes.

I balanced the dishes and slowly and painfully shuffled to the kitchen. I’m tired of the baby thing, and I’ve got so much work to do. Besides, I just want to lie down and put up my feet. Why do I feel guilty? Then I remembered horse-crazy me at Sarah’s age.

Just before sunset I met Sarah and her mom at the pasture. I showed Sarah all of Wind Dancer’s favorite spots to get scratched. When Wind Dancer expressed her gratitude by scrunching up her face and curling her lips, Sarah burst out laughing and I forgot about my feet. Every night for the rest of the week we met in the pasture.

When we said our good-byes, Sarah’s mom said, “Your mule was the highlight of our whole vacation. Sarah will cherish these memories forever.”

Lord, help me to put others first, whatever the circumstances.


By Rebecca Ondov

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Purred: Sun Sep 6, '09 5:47am PST 
Not Now
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He is a dear friend. I can feel his sincere heart to help others.

He is struggling. Financially he is struggling to make ends meet
in a world where those who unselfishly dedicate themselves to
uplifting others are often not financially well rewarded.

He was struggling with his purpose.
If this was God's will, then why aren't things going better?

Struggling with things at home.
For although love is abundant, and relationships are strong,
life throws twists of fate that leaves knots in your stomach.

I felt for my friend and I desired to help him. I thought that
I had the resources to ease some of the burden.

As I planned to reach out God spoke,

"One day you will help him, but the time is not now
...the purging is not complete."



Perhaps you also struggle with many of his struggles.
Perhaps there is also a deliverance and help waiting.

Waiting but delayed
for the time is not now

the purging is not complete.


~A MountainWings Original~

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Purred: Mon Sep 7, '09 5:35am PST 
September 07, 2009
Thus says the Lord: “Keep your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears; for your work shall be rewarded. . . .”
Jeremiah 31:16 (RSV)

It’s difficult to find full-time work these days, particularly for someone my age. For four years, like many of my friends, I’ve had to cobble together multiple part-time jobs. Ironically, for all our hard work, we weren’t getting our bills paid and our stress levels were high. Our discouragement was also high, for it was becoming increasingly clear that middle-aged women were being passed over for the younger generation with less skill but sharper presentation. I need to find a job, I told God, where my abilities are seen instead of my age. Can You work on that?

Last year I took a seasonal position at a company I’d worked for nearly ten years before. To my delight I discovered that Kay, my former trainer, was still there, working in a different department. I was even more pleased to find that her boss was my neighbor Lori. Even more surprising, many in the department were middle-aged.

One Saturday I was wrestling with the seeper hoses for my rose garden when Lori came along the trail that runs beside my house. “Hey, you,” she called through the sweet peas. “Any chance you’re looking for year-round work?” She needed someone who could write, teach and design, and Kay had talked me up.

I’ve been on the job a month. I love it! And though I still fret because the job offers no benefits or job security and pays only a part-time wage, I know God sees through it all and intervenes.

Dear Lord, in these troubled times in a downsizing, part-time world, help us keep our faith in You, knowing You never overlook what we have to offer.


By Brenda Wilbee

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