Sep 30, 2011

Supermarket Rage

I have a friend who wrote a blog
called "Road Rage".

All I could think of the whole time I was reading it
was how I feel when I'm in the supermarket.

I love crowds.
The mall, a parade, a flea market...
but not in the grocery store.
I want to do my shopping and get out.

Some grocery stores are not too bad...
others are terrible all the time.
I won't mention any names.
(See Adam, I didn't mention Waaa.....never mind)

What really bothers me I guess
is that some people shop like
they are the only ones in the world.
Totally oblivious to anyone else's needs.
The world exists for them.

Their cart is on one side of the aisle
and they are on the other side
so as to totally block the whole aisle.
And then they sit there, deep in thought
over canned tomato paste.
There's people on both sides
(trying to be nice and not ram her cart
because of her insensitivity!)
They don't care about everyone else's tomato paste contemplations!

I don't know why that bothers me...but it does.
How can they not know we are there?

I am now officially getting irritated...
forgive me Lord.
This is not a big
This person probably doesn't know the Lord.
So I need to be a good witness.
I must overcome the urge to knock her cart
into next week!

Then there are those who have possessed children.
(I'm not saying possessed by what...)
Screaming on every other aisle.
(Usually the one you're on)
A common thing coming out of Aaron's
mouth when he was little was,
"That boy needs a whoopin' Mom"
Yep, even a 5 year old knows what that kid needs.
But not the Mom apparently.
Then, lo and behold, they get in your
checkout aisle.
Personally, I think this is God's idea
of teaching me a lesson for being

I'm trying, Lord...
"Great peace have they which love thy law,
and nothing shall offend them..."
"Great peace have they which love thy law,
and nothing shall offend them..."
OK, that ones not working...let's see...
Phil. 4:8 - think on positive things...
not negative...
puppies, ice cream, babies (not screaming ones)
flowers, the beach,
a new grandchild...

...the lady that got saved last week,
the Lord's mercy on my life...
where I was and where I am now,
His goodness to me that I don't deserve,
but He gives it anyway cause He loves me

Yes, God is good to me.
Even when I am insensitive.
Even when I think the world revolves
around me.
Even when I'm taking up the whole aisle!

"Be ye holy; for I am holy"
I'm trying, Lord...
don't give up on me.

Sep 29, 2011

3 cents...or sense...

We paid $3.67 for gas today.

On the way home we passed another gas station:

Russell: "Doggone it! I paid 3 cents more!"
Me: "How many gallons did you put in?"
Russell: "12!"
Me: "Honey...that's 36 cents. I can dig that
out of the couch for you when we get home."

Sep 27, 2011

'Til the Storm Passes By

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,
while the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place;
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
keep me safe til the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,
for there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by;"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
where the storms never darken the skies.

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,
let me stand in Thy presence, on that bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest never comes, Lord, may I
dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

'Til the storm passes over,
'Til the thunder sounds no more,
"Til the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand
in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by.

We sang this song yesterday at church.
Verse two is so true to me.
Satan tries so hard to show me all the sorrows
of this life,
He tries so hard to show me my sin
and the wickedness of my heart...
(Like I didn't know that already).
Soon I find a little black cloud
floating over my head,
threatening rain.
But if I turn the page on the story of my life
to the last page...
I'll see me...
standing in His presence on that bright peaceful shore.
In that land where the tempest never comes...

Sep 23, 2011

Expensive Tastes

I have a problem...

I have expensive tastes.
Yes, I know, you cringe at the thought!

Just think how my husband feels while
shopping for me.
He knows if he gets anything from Wal-Mart
I probably won't like it...
(although I will act like it's the best thing I've ever received)

When we go into a store...
I immediately gravitate towards
the most expensive item in the store,
and absolutely love it!

There could be a whole 100 ft. long
rack of dresses...
and I would love the one
that you have to take out a second on the house for.

I don't look at the price tags.
It's not like I try to pick the most expensive thing.
It just comes natural.
I can't help it apparently.

And it's not just clothes...
Furniture, cars, jewelry.
I'm thinking maybe my Mom and Dad
must have adopted me from some rich people.
You know, like the Queen of England!
Yep, that would explain everything...
the expensive tastes, the need to be bowed to,
the funny wave...dumb hats...and the incessant
desire to 'ride to hounds'...yeah, never been
able to explain that one.

So, next time you see me -
you can call me "your majesty"
and kiss my hand.

Sep 16, 2011


So, I spent the week at my sister,
Michelle's house and her husband,
Mike, along with Mikey and Mason.

Yeah, I know, lots of M's.
I talked to her about that...
she didn't listen!

While there...
I learned a new language.
We'll call it Masonese,
because it is, after all, his own invention.

It is Monsoon season there,
so there was lots of lightling and funder.

We looked at pictures
of his cousits on the computer.
That would be his Mom's
sister's kids in case you
don't understand Masonese.

In the evenings sometimes
they have Halloweenas
out in the yard that eat
the plants...
so Mom has to get the shubbel
and dig them up.

One of his favorite animals?
That's guessed it...

And he loves to go marshmallow camping.
That's where you sit in the backyard
with blankets and roast marshmallows!

Holy Rockamole!

Sep 12, 2011


Many people are sharing
what they remember of 9/11.
Where they were, what they were doing, etc.

I don't know why others do this...
But I would imagine it's their way
of keeping the memory of these people

That's why I'm doing it
for all the children that are growing up
without a Mommy or Daddy
For all those that unwillingly sacrificed
those they loved.
For those who willingly sacrificed
their lives for others on that day.
For those whose lives have
changed forever.

But I can't help but think
of the One who willingly sacrificed
Himself  for everyone on earth.
And provided, thru His sacrifice,
entrance into Heaven and eternity.
So that no matter what happens
on this earth...
No matter what tremendous sorrow
we must go through...
We can always have hope...
we always have somewhere to turn.
This life isn't forever...the sorrows
and hurts we go through will not
last forever.

Someday soon the Saviour will come
and take us to a place of endless joy...
and not sorrow.
Of endless peace...
and not pain.

"Even so, come Lord Jesus."