Monthly Archives: September 2014

WORRY, WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Today, I searched my heart and mind for some WISDOM to share with you; however, I began to WORRY a little that my KNOWLEDGE couldn’t prescribe a dynamic message for you—so instead, I went to The Good Book and found the following:

Don’t WORRY about anything, instead pray about everything; tell God what you need and thank him for all he has done.” —Philippians 4:6

“Let WISDOM be your sister and KNOWLEDGE your friend.” —Proverbs 7:4

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret

PS When you stop trying to change others and work on changing yourself, your world changes for the better. Try it.

  

 

Chapter 19—The Mother

Monday, September 8, 2014

It’s that time again: Time to BLOG – I love it!!

Happy Monday to all of you. How was your weekend?  Well, whatever, I do hope that along the way, someone made you SMILE  and visa versa!! Ya know, we’ve heard of “laugh lines” but what about “smile lines” – I believe we have a little “smile line” connected directly to our hearts. We must—Just think about it; every time we smile, we make someone feel a little better, and then WE feel a little better too! That’s a heart connection right there! “Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” – (Thich Nhat Hanh). Shoot, a smile is a language even a baby can understand! This week, let’s all practice our beautiful SMILES.

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Excerpts and Thoughts: “That Melvin Bray”

Chapter 19 – The Mother

” My mind tells me to give up but my heart won’t let me.” —Albert Smith, author

“RISE ‘N’ SHINE, SUNSHINE! It’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood, as the nice man says,” Lizzy said, cheerfully welcoming me to the new day.

I sat up and smelled the coffee fragrance that was hovering over my head.

“Yeah, I like that picture a whole lot, and look, I’m up too—see?” I teased as I put both feet on the floor and stood up as tall as my five-foot-three frame would allow. “I’ll be dressed in a flash—just soon as I run ‘n’ grab  a cup of those vitamins you keep forcin’ down me.”

“Oh yeah, I know that’s the truth, fibber,” she scolded as I headed for the kitchen. I got dressed quickly while the good doctor whipped up  tasty omelets for us.

We finally got to the office and the first thing thing she did when we got inside was place the paint box down on the kitchen counter. Then she headed straight to her personal office and plopped down in front of the two beautiful, plush Papa bear-sized wingbacks. Those chairs were crazy-comfortable. I didn’t know why she had to hypnotize people—all she would have to do was to sit ’em down in one of those chairs for less than five minutes and they’d have been out cold, no resistance!

The chairs sat in front of her awesome hand-carved cherry desk, which sat right in front of a matching credenza. She motioned for me to join her in the other wingback next to her. I sat down as she asked where I felt would be a good place to officially reunite the little pair of treasures. Since we had already agreed they should not be separated again, one of us had to keep them both. Still  holding the bags, and I got up from the chair, even though I didn’t want to; I was already half asleep.

I walked a few feet over to the credenza, took the frame and the box out of the bags, and carefully placed them on the credenza. I walked back over and stood by Lizzy to get a proper look.

“Well, what about right there? They wouldn’t mean anything to anyone but you and me, Lizzy, so why not keep them here in your office? We’re not gonna split ’em up again, so this is just perfect. What d’ya think?”

She studied the little pair for a minute or so.

“I agree, Maggs, and I think they’ll be very happy here, don’t you?”

“I sure do, and so be it.” I nodded as I took my place back in my comfy spot next to her. We both sat there for a few more minutes, gazing at and contemplating our sentimental-value -only purchases from Niceville. As we looked at them endearingly, we both agreed we had indeed found someone’s treasure.

I was about asleep, but she made me get up outta that fabulous chair and get busy with our decorating enterprise. As I continued to test some new colors on the walls in the reception area, Lizzy’s office line rang, and we could hear the caller leaving a message. It was the Mother, confirming her two o’clock appointment with Lizzy for the next day. Lizzy was pleased, which prompted more conversation about the Mother and the still-missing little Ricky Lawrence.

“Her ‘mind wants to give up, but her heart won’t let her,'” Lizzy pondered aloud as she played the message back a couple of times, hoping to glean something else from the Mother’s voice.

“Maggs, we’ve done the color part, so let’s get back to the past part.” That machine of hers was documenting my colorful past—-clever. She checked her rolling machine to confirm exactly where we had left off last time.

Have you ever tried to eat and throw up at the same time? Well, that was the feeling I was getting right then as we began with Lizzy’s “Oh let’s talk about the past good ole bad days some more” sessions.  Oh man, can I get a break here? I’m in hell; I can’t take it anymore. Lizzys got two new clients now: the Mother and the Misfit.

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Oh gosh, so much more to come! Next week we’ll find out some incredible news about my dear P.C., his questionable friends, and an amazing trip he’s about to take.

Don’t miss it—Next Week:  Chapter 20 —Peace, Brother

As for this new week, here’s a great piece of advice—wish I could take credit for it:

“Don’t judge others. God likes variety and we’ve all got our own little brand of  “strangeness.” —Women of Christ

Have a fabulous week everyone, and don’t forget to PRACTICE YOUR SMILE, and to get you started, here’s ME smiling at YOU!! Ta da.

GOD is Good!! GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret

PS Everyone you meet has something to teach you. Pay attention. XO

SERENITY—NOW!!

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
(Reinhold Niebuhr, American theologian – 1892-1971)

Back in March, I blogged “Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?” I’ve been asked that question many times over the years, as we all have. However, just recently, I found myself on my knees, crying out loud, asking GOD that very same question. I was quite distraught about this particular situation—something which I just couldn’t wrap my brain and heart around…it just made no sense at all to me. When that happens, I get on my knees and go to GOD. After a while, He answered my question and I found myself referring to the Serenity Prayer.

It’s a short prayer, as prayers go, but it’s mighty profound and incredibly powerful!!

Oh, the wisdom of Mr. Reinhold Niebuhr, by the Grace of GOD…and the Power of Prayer.

GOD is Great! GOD is Good!

Love,
Margaret

PS Never cease praying. It makes a world of difference—like heaven and hell.

Chapter 18 —Lost Teasures

Monday, September 1, 2014

Good morning!!

I have three very SPECIAL & HAPPY events to celebrate today:

Happy Labor Day!! (to all of us)

Happy Blog Day!! (to me, of course)

Happy Birthday!! (to my first grandchild, Michah Elizabeth – She’s beautiful, inside & out – She IS the BOMB-24 today!!)

I do hope this past week has been good to you all in whatever ways you needed in your lives, and may GOD bless us all in ways that only HE can—ordinary and extraordinary!! — Today, tomorrow and always. Amen.

This week, we find Maggie and Lizzy searching for a treasure they didn’t even know existed—and oh, are they in for the surprise of their lives!! Only GOD knows what will happen next…

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Excerpts and Thoughts: That Melvin Bray

Chapter 18—Lost Treasures

“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms were broken if revealed.”  —Charlotte Bronte, English novelist

It was late afternoon, about four thirty on that beautiful Boston Sunday. Yet another sunny, brisk, ‘n’ breezy fall day, and we were once again top-down travelin’, which I just loved. It took us a while to find a safe place to park that fine joyridin’ machine of hers. Parking was quite limited at the unique little Antique Bazaar. Once we parked and got inside the building, Lizzy led the way to her friend’s shop. There were a couple of customers ahead of us, and as we waited, we browsed and noticed some very expensive and curiously unique items for sale. A short time passed and we heard an interestingly deep voice calling out to us.

“Miss Lizzy, how nice to see you again. How have you been?

“Very well, thank you, Mr. Hobbs, and how are you today?” Lizzy replied as we walked over to the glass counter in front of Mr. Hobbs, who was perched on a stool.

“Oh you know—at my age, every day’s a great day, my dear,” he responded with a warm smile as he took a big puff on his large-bowled ivory pipe.

“And for me as well, kind sir,” Lizzy replied with her own warm smile. It was apparent the two of them were fond of each other, and Lizzy spoke to him in an endearing manner.

“Mr. Joshua Hobbs, I’d like you to meet Maggie. She’s my oldest and dearest friend in the whole wide world, and she’s visiting with me for a few weeks,” she told him as she gave me a hug around the waste.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Maggie—so nice to meet you.” He addressed me with kindness in that pure baritone voice of his. I shook his hand with sincerity and responded likewise. He reminded me a lot of Mother’s uncle Pink—short, round, and jolly. A lot like Santa, too.  

“Well, what have you for me today, my dear Miss Lizzy?” he asked as Lizzy placed the two small brown bags on the counter in front of him.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping Maggie and I have found something with history and value—but not necessarily in that order,” she teased as he opened the little bags, slowly took the box and frame out, and placed them both on a black velvet cloth on top of the glass counter. He put on a strange piece of head gear, complete with magnifying glass and tiny lightbulb. He resembled a coal miner preparing to lower himself into the mine to seek undiscovered bounty. 

Next, he picked up the secret box and methodically began his examination. He too knew the magic formula for opening the little drawer and found the note. He unfolded the fragile paper, read it, and then placed it on the velvet cloth. He turned the little drawer over and readjusted his magnifying glass to get a closer look at the bottom of the drawer. 

Lizzy and I watched curiously in absolute silence as the master intently worked; he appeared to be deep in thought. The master nodded his head a few times as he mumbled to himself, and we didn’t dare interrupt him.

As we stood there, we resembled the two little girls who used to stand at the candy counter a Eagle’s Dime Store back home in Grace Chapel. During high School, Ali had worked there on Saturdays and had always given Lizzy and me a tiny little brown bag of cashews and chocolate-covered raisins. Oh, sweet memories!

I didn’t know about Lizzy, but I felt myself holding my breath with both curiosity and excitement as Mr. Hobbs carefully laid the little drawer on the counter by the note and then picked up the small jeweled frame.

First, he dismantled the back and removed the tiny baby photo. He laid the photo on the counter; removed the small, aged, yellowed glass from the frame and placed the glass on the counter as well. He picked up the photo, tuned it over, readjusted his magnifying glass once more, and studied the back of the photo. Once again, he nodded and mumbled to himself as he examined each item in methodical detail. He placed the photo next to the drawer. Finally, he picked up the frame and diligently scanned the jeweled outline affixed to the frame. When finished, he laid the frame down and stood there for a few minutes in thought as he looked over the individual pieces in front of him.

“Where did you find these, Miss Lizzy?” he asked.

“At the Niceville Festival yesterday, Mr. Hobbs. Maggie found the box at one vendor’s gazebo, and I found the frame at another. However, when we got home and examined them more closely, we realized that the jewels matched on both the box and the frame and apparently were designed as a set,” she explained.  

Mr. Hobbs picked up the little wooden drawer, turned it over, and pointed out some initials on the bottom. He handed Lizzy a small magnifying glass so that she could see the writing more clearly. There were three letters hand-carved in the wood: SRL. He then picked up the note and showed us the same letters. 

“Yes, we did see the note, but we didn’t notice the initials on the bottom of the drawer,” Lizzy offered. 

Mr. Hobbs then picked up the photo and turned it over so that Lizzy could see what was on the back of it as well:

          My sweet baby boy—S.R.L.—1949, 2 years old – K.P.L.

“Oh my, that’s interesting. We didn’t take the photo out of the frame. We just thought it was one of those generic Gerber baby photos, you know? Well, at least now we know that SRL is a boy,” Lizzy said, “because you can’ tell if the baby is a boy or girl in the photo. Also, he was born in 1947 and was two years old in the photo taken in 1949. We also know that based on his secret note, he loved his mom ‘the most'”.

“Yes, Miss Lizzy, the human heart has hidden treasures,” Mr. Hobbs said solemnly.

“So true, Mr. Hobbs, and if nothing else, Maggie and I have reunited the matching box and frame, which include SRL’s love note to Mom and his baby picture.”

“Well, Miss Lizzy, when you came in today, you told me you wanted to determine history and value, correct?” Mr. Hobbs said.

“Yes, sir, and I believe we have confirmed the history part, but what about the value part, Mr. Hobbs?” Lizzy replied.

Mr. Hobbs carefully replaced the drawer in the box and the photo in the frame and returned them to the little brown bags—their temporary new homes. As he did, he explained that the only real value was of the sentimental kind. Further, he continued, since the secret box and matching frame, complete with the photo of the author of the note, had been reunited, the sentimental value would be realized only if the items were then reunited with their rightful owner. We all agreed and knew that wasn’t gonna happen, so I suggested Lizzy give them a new home. 

Mr. Hobbs handed Lizzy the brown bags, and she thanked him as they embraced each other. We said our good-byes and then wandered out in the main entrance hall of the bazaar… 

“I feel like we really accomplished something here today, Maggs. How ’bout you?” she asked with a lift in her voice.

“Me too! I’m not sure just what, but I do feel good about it, ” I agreed. We were both in a moment of thought, pondering little SRL, his secret, and what life might have brought to him and the one he “loved the most” after the past forty years.

We got in the car, and Lizzy put the top down. The chilly fall night air was invigorating. We didn’t talk. It seemed as though we were both riding along in another world—OUR world.

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Well, according to Mr. Hobbs, Maggie and Lizzy’s treasures have turned out to be of the “sentimental value” only. Could it be that Maggie and Lizzy will find a new home for the darling pair? As I said before…only GOD knows.   

Next week, Chapter 19 – “The Mother”  

“My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won’t let me.” —Albert Smith, author

So, we only have six days left of this new week, make it a good one and be the best YOU, possible!

Remember: “When you make a commitment, you build hope. When you keep it, you build trust.” -Epic Women  

Are ya Christian? Yep.

Are ya Perfect? Nope.    

Are  ya Forgiven? Yep.

Are ya Worthy? Nope.  

Are ya Accepted? Yep.

Are ya Deserving? Nope.

Are ya Loved? Yep.

Hallelujah? Amen!!

GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret