Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Timing is everything
I had a religious insight today and needed to put it down somewhere so I chose here. Lucky I had this available or my little moment of pure genius might have slipped away with the next minor crisis.
Heavenly father gives a glimpse at the future but his timing is undetermined. He does not say when it is to happen just that it will happen. His words are without fail according to many biblical statements. So knowing this we should all listen and obey. Yet we don't. We prefer to procrastinate and hope to see tell tail signs to warn us only moments before the doom. And amazingly enough we have JUST THAT! We call it the Holy Spirit. He tells us it may happen and the spirit screams that it is happening NOW!
I have been told to be vigilant in putting my car keys in their proper place, in organizing things properly instead of stuffing, in properly reading my scriptures every day. Yet with all these small, medium and large instructions I have waited until I found a sign that something bad was about to happen. There have been countless times that the keys were lost to the underside of a laundry basket. A billion times of not being able to find scarves or gloves on the first snow day. And days filled with pain, anger and loneliness that could be relieved by reaching for the book that is a living testament to the joys, patience and companionship of my father in heaven.
But instead I wait for the signs. WHAT A MORON I AM! Do I really need to learn the lesson of the lost keys on the day I am late for a job interview? Do I really need to wait for snow flakes to organize my "stuff"? And do I need to wait for the still small voice to urge me to reach out for a solution? The answer to all of these things is NO!!!!!!!!!
So I guess I need to remember to prepare for that which my father has been warning me may come. And to stop waiting for the holy spirit to interpret the words with a sense of danger. His timing is one that has no determination but thankfully the holy spirit's prompting is much more knowledgeable about the time. So believe thy Father to begin with and only rely on the spirit as a reminder never as a final prompting.
Heavenly father gives a glimpse at the future but his timing is undetermined. He does not say when it is to happen just that it will happen. His words are without fail according to many biblical statements. So knowing this we should all listen and obey. Yet we don't. We prefer to procrastinate and hope to see tell tail signs to warn us only moments before the doom. And amazingly enough we have JUST THAT! We call it the Holy Spirit. He tells us it may happen and the spirit screams that it is happening NOW!
I have been told to be vigilant in putting my car keys in their proper place, in organizing things properly instead of stuffing, in properly reading my scriptures every day. Yet with all these small, medium and large instructions I have waited until I found a sign that something bad was about to happen. There have been countless times that the keys were lost to the underside of a laundry basket. A billion times of not being able to find scarves or gloves on the first snow day. And days filled with pain, anger and loneliness that could be relieved by reaching for the book that is a living testament to the joys, patience and companionship of my father in heaven.
But instead I wait for the signs. WHAT A MORON I AM! Do I really need to learn the lesson of the lost keys on the day I am late for a job interview? Do I really need to wait for snow flakes to organize my "stuff"? And do I need to wait for the still small voice to urge me to reach out for a solution? The answer to all of these things is NO!!!!!!!!!
So I guess I need to remember to prepare for that which my father has been warning me may come. And to stop waiting for the holy spirit to interpret the words with a sense of danger. His timing is one that has no determination but thankfully the holy spirit's prompting is much more knowledgeable about the time. So believe thy Father to begin with and only rely on the spirit as a reminder never as a final prompting.
Friday, July 1, 2011
We are the "Peanut Brittle Family"
We are the "Peanut Brittle Family". To those that read this and wonder what it means then read on. To those that know, and are smiling from ear to ear, well you can read on to....
Today I did something that I have been thinking about for a month now. I created a Group on facebook to gather together all those awesome people on facebook that I call "Kin folk". And with this group a chance for us to carry that spirit of the family reunion from day to day or week to week (depending on how often we all facebook).
I did this because at the reunion this year I only knew about 10% of the people that were there and the ones that I thought I knew their connection I was often WRONG. It's doubtful that my memory issues can be blamed on old age at 37 so I am going to put it down to an addled brain due to input overload. In other words-- We have gotten too big for my memory banks.
I used to be so proud of the fact that I could identify My Great Uncle Odell's grandkids from the crowd but that was an easy one; tall, skinny and buzzed hair cuts if they were boys! Now I am being introduced to Great Aunt Marian's Great great grandkids and my hope of identifying them without them being attached to their momma's leg is darn near impossible.
When my daughter made a new friend at the resort playground I was pleased as punch that she had a diversion for entertainment other than ME, but later that night when her "new friend" wandered into Margie's campsite with her Grandma Karen I just giggled. Oh Great! They are cousins! And this was the theme for the weekend. Yes, "We are related?!?" was a common thought in my head during the next 4 days and I realized at the end that I needed some how to figure it out.
So here is a chance for us all to join in the fun, gather our knowledge, share the pictures, identify the parents!!!, catch up and laugh at or with each other as only family can.
For 37 years now I have been attending the "Hatch" family reunion and consider it to be some of the best times of my life. After all, let's face it, THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY JUST LIKE ME! Who else can better identify with my weirdness than those that share a bit of my blood and so many of my memories? I hope that this group gives us all a chance to come to appreciate our past and meet the generations that will be making our future. After all we are the "Peanut Brittle Family!" because sometimes it takes a whole lot of sweetness to keep the NUTS together-------------
-------------And I love every one of you.
Today I did something that I have been thinking about for a month now. I created a Group on facebook to gather together all those awesome people on facebook that I call "Kin folk". And with this group a chance for us to carry that spirit of the family reunion from day to day or week to week (depending on how often we all facebook).
I did this because at the reunion this year I only knew about 10% of the people that were there and the ones that I thought I knew their connection I was often WRONG. It's doubtful that my memory issues can be blamed on old age at 37 so I am going to put it down to an addled brain due to input overload. In other words-- We have gotten too big for my memory banks.
I used to be so proud of the fact that I could identify My Great Uncle Odell's grandkids from the crowd but that was an easy one; tall, skinny and buzzed hair cuts if they were boys! Now I am being introduced to Great Aunt Marian's Great great grandkids and my hope of identifying them without them being attached to their momma's leg is darn near impossible.
When my daughter made a new friend at the resort playground I was pleased as punch that she had a diversion for entertainment other than ME, but later that night when her "new friend" wandered into Margie's campsite with her Grandma Karen I just giggled. Oh Great! They are cousins! And this was the theme for the weekend. Yes, "We are related?!?" was a common thought in my head during the next 4 days and I realized at the end that I needed some how to figure it out.
So here is a chance for us all to join in the fun, gather our knowledge, share the pictures, identify the parents!!!, catch up and laugh at or with each other as only family can.
For 37 years now I have been attending the "Hatch" family reunion and consider it to be some of the best times of my life. After all, let's face it, THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY JUST LIKE ME! Who else can better identify with my weirdness than those that share a bit of my blood and so many of my memories? I hope that this group gives us all a chance to come to appreciate our past and meet the generations that will be making our future. After all we are the "Peanut Brittle Family!" because sometimes it takes a whole lot of sweetness to keep the NUTS together-------------
-------------And I love every one of you.
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