Monthly Archives: August 2014

5 Things To Tell Yourself Daily

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Good morning, my friends!! 

If you’ve read my book or just follow my weekly blog, you know by now that I consider Life to be our greatest gift from GOD. He loved us so much that he gave His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, to us, in a way that as a parent, we cannot possibly comprehend. He watched as His Son took his precious last breath for us, on an old, rugged, wooden cross.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” — John 3:16 

Here are just five things which help me every day to get closer to proving my love and devotion to GOD, for that awesome sacrifice He made for me (and you) that day:

1.  Today will be my day.

2.  I’m the best “me” there is.

3.  I know that I’m a winner.

4.  I can do it, I know I can.

5.  God will always be with me.

If you take each one by itself, you’ll see that all it takes from YOU, is to believe in YOU, as GOD does.

Don’t let GOD down, by NOT believing in YOU.

Be positive and believe in yourself always. Personally, I’ve found that some days are easier than others to put my best foot forward, to be my best ME in Christ’s’ name. Then, I remind myself that GOD didn’t promise me that my gift of Life would be easy, He promised it would be worth it. All it takes is faith—faith in GOD and faith in ourselves.

FAITH IN GOD AND FAITH IN OURSELVES—FAITH—”like a grain of mustard seed” – Matthew 17:20

If we love ourselves as GOD tells us, we can thank Him and praise Him by living our precious gift of Life for HIM. After all, He gave IT to us and He’s always got our back.

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret

“When your past calls, don’t answer. It has nothing new to say.” (Epic Women)

Live one day at a time, don’t worry about the past, it’s past; don’t worry about tomorrow, it’s not even here yet; live for today. (MMcB)

Chapter 17 – The Good Bad Deed

August 25, 2014

Monday Blog, coming down!!

Ya know that old saying “some days are diamonds and some days are stones, then ya make lemon aid out of them”…or, something like that? Well, last week was a painful walk on the stones, for me, my Friends. I felt like one of the “Fire Walkers” in a Tony Robbins 3-Day Seminar (which, by the way, I’ve done). I spent most of last week with a tearful broken heart, mixed with anger and disillusion. I asked for prayers and I got them. I admit though, I was seriously bummed out and I tell you this only because I know I was “lifted up” from my despair, having to accept the fact that I can control MY actions only, and no one else’s. I must be diligent in MY actions and cause noone any pain and suffering…intentionally. In addition, when there’s pain and suffering caused by others who are coming from a heart filled with HATE, I must FORGIVE them. That’s just the way it is, like it or not. I know this perfectly well; I wrote a book on FORGIVENESS, right? However, sometimes my heart is challenged, as it was this past week…not my FAITH, my FAITH is intact, but my little heart was broken in a million pieces. (The heart, as wonderful as it is, can actually “trick” us sometimes and we have to be mindful of this fact).

I guess my intent here, for YOU, with this recent experience of mine, is simply to remind us all, that no matter what is done against us, some we love or don’t even know, we must pray for the one committing the pain as if we had done it ourselves. WE are to LOVE OUR ENEMIES as ourselves. As crazy as it sounds and in some horrific circumstances, still, that’s exactly what we, as Christians, are to do. That’s what God tells us and He means it.

We are not responsible for anyone else’s actions, only our own—this includes the action of OUR forgiveness towards others, regardless of the severity of their actions:

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”—Luke 23:34

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Thoughts and Excerpts from: “That Melvin Bray”

Chapter 17 – The Good Bad Deed

“There are times when each of us have to have some gumption to take a stand as to what we wish to preserve or change in order to maintain our self-respect and not be as ‘a reed shaken with the wind’.”
—John Milton, poet, quoting from Matthew 11:7

The next year passed by mostly painfully and mostly slowly for all of us. According to Lu, though, apparently Aunt Lucy made Daddy one of those offers he couldn’t refuse. She sold her little house and moved into the big house with us. The first thing she did was have her phone line moved to our house. That was a good thing; ask the Browns. Aunt Lucy just couldn’t accept the absence of indoor plumbing, though; she was so civilized. She began looking for another house to buy that would be suitable for all of us.

With the events of that tragic year of loss, Aunt Lucy had been dealt yet another bad hand, and she was well aware of the wild card—our daddy, the Monster, My Hyde—and wasn’t about to give him even one inch.

She had inherited an infant, a three year old, and seven more to look after and bring up. It seemed that life never failed to pile just one more “little” thing on this woman’s proud but able to-carry-only-so-much-at-one-time shoulders. Aunt Lucy laid down her law with Daddy, with a zero tolerance for anything alcohol-related. Her terms were simple: If he ever laid a hand on anyone or anything in that house, it would be the last time laying a hand on anything. And the first time he dared to show up there drinking would be the last time he showed up period.

One Friday evening about five o’clock—payday!—Daddy came home drinking. Could that be possible? After a whole year, the wild card, our daddy, had finally shown up again. Guess he was tired of playing it straight. Daddy really had no friends, because he was a mean drunk and predictably unpredictable. That type of personality tended to make people a little nervous.

That Melvin Bray was his only friend, and he’d long since been gone—lucky dog. The fact that it was Mother’s one-year anniversary probably had something to do with the little celebration Daddy was drinking himself into. Even I could figure that out, and I didn’t have two little letters after my name, as Dr. Benis, MD, did.

P.C. was at work, and Lu and Lainey had run back over to the schoolhouse to pick up Lee’s cap and gown. Aunt Lucy and Ali had taken Fay and Mae with them to the Fancy Gap Market, and Lee, Paddy, and I had stayed at the house to do chores, as usual. Well, the three little Chillton piggies were about to get a visit from the Big Bad Wolf—I mean Lee’s monster. We heard a horn blowing—honk, honk, honk.

“Oh Brother, it’s him!” Lee shouted as Daddy stopped the Chevy at the old well.

As we watched through the kitchen curtain, we could see he was throwing beer cans and liquor bottles down the well. Empty, no doubt. He certainly couldn’t leave any incriminating evidence in his car for Aunt Lucy to find. Then he got back in the car and drove up the rest of the way to the house. Since his jail time that Easter when he had killed my little biddy, he had decided he sure didn’t wanta go back there, for fear of being sent back to the ole alcoholic hospital. Nope, he sure didn’t want any part of that place again. After Mother died, the sheriff actually came over to the house now and then just to check on him—more to check on US than HIM, certainly. As we watched him get back into the car, he tripped and fell.

“That’s it; we’re outta here!” Lee proclaimed.

She grabbed each of us by the hand, and we headed up the stairs. There was a curtain at the top of the stairs that created a door-like façade, and we all hid behind it, holding our breath. We could hear him loud and clear as he came in the back door, yelling our names and cursing maniacally.

“Where is everybody? You damn little brats can’t hide from me!”

That’s all Lee needed to hear.

“Be quiet; don’t say a word. If he starts up those stairs and makes it to the top, we’ll have to protect ourselves. He can’t see us, ’cause we’re behind this curtain. Breathe only when you have to. We can’t let him know we’re up here!” she whispered.

We could hear him stomping and yelling all through the house downstairs. He couldn’t just give up and pass out—no, he just had to come up those stairs.

“Here he comes; get ready. If he gets to this curtain, just push as hard as you can!” she whispered again.

Somehow he made it to the top, and as he pulled at the curtain, we all pushed against him as hard as we could, and thankfully, down went Daddy.

We heard every single bump as Daddy rolled and tumbled down to the bottom of the stairs one step at a time—in slow motion, it seemed. We didn’t dare look; we just listened. Once Daddy landed, that was it. The only sound we could hear was our little hearts beating like the drums in an old Tarzan movie.

We wanted to scream but froze in our tracks instead.

Finally, Lee whispered precise instructions. We were to back up and stay behind the curtain as she looked out to make sure Daddy was still there and not moving. She looked out, quickly closed the curtain again, took us by the hand, led us to her room, and then closed the door. We followed her over to her bed; then she took our hands in hers, and we all sat down.

“I’m pretty sure he’s dead, and we’ve just committed a good BAD deed, but we had to take a stand,” she said calmly.

I was not familiar with the look on her face. Grief, sadness, relief, and joy were all mixed together, speaking loudly through her courageous, big brown eyes, the path to her righteous young soul.

Paddy and I just sat there with our hands over our mouths as if we didn’t trust ourselves not to shout out to the top of our lungs that we had just killed our daddy.

I don’t know how long we sat there in total silence, but then Lee took a deep breath and calmly said, “Okay, somebody had to do it. He killed Mother; we killed him. Besides, if he’d gotten us at the top of the stairs, he probably woulda thrown us all down the stairs one by one, and of course we’d all be dead now. Then when our bodies were found, the liar in chief would tell the sheriff, ‘Hell, boys, I don’t have any idea what happened to those kids. I just got home and found ’em laying there dead, just like that.’ He wouldn’t get away with it, though, ’cause in his case, he’s always guilty until proven innocent. But as it is right now, only one person had to die, not three. And another thing: we didn’t deserve to die, but HE did!”

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Man, what a way to live!! And yet, Life went on for the Chillton family.

Next week, join me for Chapter 18—”Lost Treasures”—It’s about an exciting treasure hunt! This particular treasure has been patiently waiting to be found for many lifetimes, and will prove to be the find of the century!!

Until then, here’s ME wishing YOU a gloriously happy and love-filled week. Whatever you do, my prayer is that you will do it with a loving and forgiving heart.

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,
Margaret

Good things come to those who believe, better things come to those who are patient, and the best things come to those who don’t give up!!
—Epic Women

“If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit.” Gala 5.25

Chapter 16—Parlez Vous Francais?

Good Morning, Friends!!

Welcome to my Monday BLOG!

First, I thank you for taking the time to visit here with me each week! My prayer for all of us is that GOD will bless us each in ways that only He can—miraculously!! We can’t all know what the other is dealing with, working on, suffering from, holding onto, letting go of…you know, what we all know as Life. However, GOD knows ALL. If your faith is wounded in some way and you’re fearing the outcomes of your present situations, try this:

Get down on your knees, cast your eyes on heaven and just tell GOD all about it. Of course He knows it already, but He just wants to hear YOU tell Him your side of the story. All GOD wants from us is our UNDYING faith and love for HIM—our Divine Creator. We’re all going to have days from hell, but we don’t have to face them alone. Nobody said Life would be easy. GOD promised it would be worth it. He’s our greatest FAN, waiting right here by our side, whispering, “Put ME in coach, Put ME in!!” Are you LISTENING? Are YOU listening? ARE YOU LISTENING?

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Excerpts & Thoughts from: “That Melvin Bray”

Chapter 16 — Parlez Vous Francais?

“If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy. GOD promised it would be worth it.” — Author unknown

Sometime in the middle of the night, we must have made our way to bed and fallen in. I woke up fully clothed, lying horizontally across the bed; my dry, parched mouth tasted like at least a carton of the stale, crumpled Lucky Strikes daddy stuck between two planks in the old woodshed for safe keeping. Pretty bad—trust me.

That seemed to be the worst of it, though. I was certain I hadn’t destroyed the house or blown up the pool Chill-style. That’s what he was always faced with when he woke up from alcohol: destruction. Fortunately, alcohol didn’t turn me into a monster. However, I hadn’t touched one little toe on the floor yet; I just continued to lie there, coaxing myself to try it. My concern was with a get-up-and-throw-up vision of myself, so I wasn’t in too big of a hurry.

Before I could move a muscle, in waltzed Miss Pris. “Bonjour, mon amie! Oh, aren’t we the peak of chic this morning? It’s fine, though, since there’s no dress code for the first seating. Come on-I’m serving a fabulous breakfast out on the patio, mon amie. Come on. Get up; it’s a beautiful day!” She hummed the whole invitation as she waltzed back out of the bedroom. I was a little surprised she didn’t skate in. That Lizzy— what a performer!

“Okay, if you’re saying we’re still alive, then I’m comin’. I’m comin—hang on!” I made a big effort to hum my reply back to her. I placed one foot on the floor and then immediately felt the need to grab my head. Oh yeah, there you are, mean ole hangover. I rose to my feet and Frankensteinishly lumbered out to the patio to find confirmation of Lizzy’s “fabulous breakfast” claim. The closer I got to the door leading to the patio, the louder the music got.

Was it real or in my head? I wasn’t familiar with the tune, but it was quite lovely. I stopped for a moment to listen and realized it was in French—no wonder. Lizzy spoke fluent French and had been to France several times. She and I had even visited Paris and the south of France together a few years ago, when I’d been invited to speak at a gallery event at the Louvre. I kept walking toward the door, thinking, WHAT IS SHE UP TO NOW? and then stepped out onto the patio and—voila’—we were back in Provence!

At first I thought, Oh wow, now I’m having one of Mother’s in-body experiences, and thankfully, it’s a very good one. Lizzy was obviously trying to outdo Aunt Lucy with this “Breakfast of Blonde Bingers.” In other
words, gooood-bye, mean ole hangover!

One thing’s for sure, though: I had gone to bed in Boston and awakened in France. The ambience of it all was simply perfection—the music, the elegant table setting, the food, the food and the food. It was fabulous, and Lizzy had been right—again.

“Maggs, if you can’t find something you like here, then just sit down and watch ME eat! she said as she stuffed her mouth with strawberries ‘n’ cream and somehow handed me my hot vitamin-java at the same time. Thank you, Mademoiselle Doctor!

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This is the sixteenth chapter from “That Melvin Bray” and I don’t know about YOU, but today I was ready for a little light-hearted distraction from the previous downer-stuffed chapters of the life & times of one Maggie-Maggs-Magg Pie Chillton! So today’s chapter did just that for me—not just today, either, but while I was writing the book as well. I’ve told you before, this book was not the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Let’s face it, four years to write 290 pages; the “Winds of War”, almost a 1000 pages, it WASN’T, but at times, it sure seemed like it. There was definitely WAR-like activity going on inside me during that four years of writing my story.

The awesome relationship between Maggie & Lizzy was how I was able to move from one chapter to the next. Their love, trust and devotion to one another, coupled with their humor and need to laugh and carry on outrageous behavior with one another was so comforting to me, that it was as though Lizzy was right here with me through the hard parts saying, “move on Maggs, that’s enough, you got it going, that’s it, you got it, girl”…and all the while, I knew GOD was talking to me—through Lizzy. HE’s wise & wonderful—HE’s GOD!!

Next week: Chapter 17 – The Good Bad Deed — This one’s a doozy!!

Until then, consider this:

“There are two days of every week that you can’t do anything about:
Yesterday and tomorrow.

You can’t change yesterday and you can’t control tomorrow, so live for today!” (MQ)

GOD IS Good. GOD IS Great!!

Love,
Margaret

“Do everything in Love.” 1 Corinthians-16:14

Are you a Spirit Leader, Cheerleader, Do Gooder, God’s Little Helper— WHAT?

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Can’t help it, gotta say it: HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!

Alright, which one are YOU? I’ll give you a little hint: If you’re ONE, then you’re ALL…they’re all the same in God’s eyes. These titles describe someone who is a source of encouragement for others. They understand that the happiness of others is a great source of pleasure…for both the Giver and the Receiver!

Remember what the Bible tells us about this?

“It is more blessed to give than receive.”
Acts 20:35

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,
Margaret

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone—get uncomfortable!! Choose your “giver” title and wear it proudly.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Yesterday the awesomely incredible & talented, Robin Williams took his own Life in his home outside San Francisco, CA.

What a tremendous shock to everyone! Including those close to him.

Why did he do it? Obviously, he was depressed to the point of no return. He believed there was no other way OUT of his emotional doom and gloom. He was lost inside himself. He had experienced similar traumatic “lows” at previous points in his life, but was able to get himself back “up”. This time was different though. He just couldn’t see a way out. The suffering was too great this time. This Life just wasn’t a Life worth living anymore. This Life had turned into a living hell and he just couldn’t bear it. How terribly sad for HIM.

This is a great loss for all of us. We didn’t have to know Robin personally to love him. He truly was a genius in his own right. He was one of the most versatile and talented human beings we’ve been blessed with here on earth, to love, adore and appreciate, through his talents and his love for all of us. The word going around is that not only was he an incredibly talented human being, he was also SWEET. It’s pretty cool to hear his peers, grown men, speak of another grown man using the word “SWEET” to describe him – as in “Robin was so many things, but he was also a very SWEET man” …

May GOD hold and comfort this sweet lost soul we know as Robin Williams, and may this SWEET man do for all the angels in heaven, what he did so well here on earth for us: Keep ’em laughing!!

I hope you will all pray for Robin’s family and the rest of us, too. We have ALL lost a wonderful friend.

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,
Margaret

“Suicide destroys more than just one life.”
a quote from the new book, “Those She Left Behind” by Tonya Thomas

Chapter 15 – Mother’s Mourning Out

A happy & good Monday morning to You—and me, too!! It’s Monday Blog day – YAY!!

Did you have a fun weekend? What did you do, where did you go? I’d love to know about it, so let me hear from you sometime. It’s great to open up my Blog and have comments or questions from my friends and visitors. Try it, it’s really fun, no kidding!!

This past week, I was more tuned in to worldly events than usual. There was a time, and not too long ago however, that I was just consumed with “worldly events”…mostly my world in my country. I love America so much that it breaks my heart to see what is happening here…AND abroad. We’re all in this LIFE together. WHY must there be so much conquering of each other…so much hatred, killing, loss, abuse, anger, pain, suffering…it brings me down just to put my thoughts here in black & white. Oh, and that’s another thing…”black & white”…what’s STILL up with that? What’s so hard about acceptance, kindness, lend a hand, the Golden Rule? It is really that hard to love someone? Or, how about this: just live and let live?

Well, I’m not really in the dark about this. Yes, my heart breaks at the loss and all the unnecessary pain and suffering we witness daily, and not just in our precious country, but all over this world, and the fact that it seems to be never-ending. I’m no longer obsessed and worried as I used to be about it all though, because God has made it crystal clear where things stand and I have a new peace about it in my heart and mind:

Satan is the inventor of misery, as in misery loves company; he is the liar-in- chief; the worst thief of all – he steals souls; he is the great pretender; he is the master-mind of the great divide. He is the DEVIL!!

He can exist only amid tyranny and trial – When we cry he laughs. When we suffer he rises to the occasion in hopes of making good use of our weaknesses. He tempts us (ALL of us, all over the world), with incredible gifts and promises…we are ALL his potential victims…he will literally suck the LIFE out of us. He is the DEVIL.

Yes, he’s everywhere, but so is our heavenly Father—GOD.

Simply stated: “BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT”

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Excerpts and Thoughts—”That Melvin Bray”

Chapter 13 – Mother’s Mourning Out

“Hush now precious, please don’t cry, there comes a time when we all die. I’ve not gone away, we’re never apart, as I will always be in your heart.”

—Carol Matthews, author

The next morning, at the breakfast table, Aunt Lucy asked P. C. to run out and get the Tribune off the front porch; it had been lying there since the night before. She wanted to see if there was anything in the paper about the wreck. Sure enough, the story was there. Dr. Cheek had been correct; the drunk driver was not Daddy. Not that Aunt Lucy had doubted Dr. Cheek, but I was sure it relieved her to see a confirmation in black and white. The driver was Joe Johnston, the other town drunk. I would never forgive HIM either; he was still on my psychological hit list.

“You know, I still have a copy of that newspaper article too, Lizzy. It’s safely tucked away with all my other VIP papers-for-posterity file. Thank God, Lizzy, that article doesn’t have my daddy’s name in black and white as the sorry drunk who killed your mother! I swear, I don’t think I could handle that, too, for the rest of my life. And according to you, it’s obvious I haven’t dealt very well with the fact that I’ve always blamed my daddy for killing MY mother. Yeah, that would just be too damn much, even for the Great Pretender. No matter how far down I try to push it, I don’t care what ya say, there’s no way my subconscious is THAT deep! Is it?”

“He’s dead, Maggie; you can stop hating him,” she reminded me.

“Nope, I don’t care if he IS dead; I’m NEVER gonna stop hating him,” I announced to her vehemently.

“Oh, dearest, how quickly we forget. I’ll remind you—can you say FORGIVENESS, Maggie? Don’t make me come over there,” she warned in a rather serious tone as she looked straight through me.

I didn’t realize it, but in that moment, I was quite angry and looking for a fight with somebody—anybody. Lizzy wasn’t rattled at all; she just sat there in her usual I’m-in-charge-here demeanor and remained in her normal calm posture.

“You’re the one who said you couldn’t have handled it if your daddy had been the drunk driver who killed my mother, right? So evidently, Joe Johnston was the infamous one to carry out the dastardly deed. The way I look at it, the destinies of all three of them were fulfilled that night. And actually, I do agree with you somewhat in that ‘it was just life as its very worst’ that day, as it brought even more pain and sadness for so many so soon after YOUR mother’s death. Remember, Maggie, Joe Johnston was also killed in the accident, and I’m certain someone somewhere loved Him, right?” she asked me calmly.

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OK, we’re half way through the book as of this chapter. I do hope I’m not giving too much away, for any of you haven’t read “That Melvin Bray” yet. If you haven’t, I invite you to go to Amazon.com or my publisher, Abbott Press.com and purchase a copy. Of course it’s also available at ALL on-line book sellers…and if you do purchase a copy, here’s ME thanking YOU, in advance!!

I leave you with this really incredible thought – for the rest of your Life:

“You may not be perfect, but Jesus thinks you’re to die for.”

(Jesus Saves)

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret

“People see God everyday, they just don’t recognize Him.” Pearl Bailey