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You Have Something to DO

Get to it…no one else is going to do it

Don’t wait another day…it is not promised to you

Get to it….don’t pass through it

It will be waiting for you tomorrow unless

You get to it , just to do it, you can ….yes you can

Who’s telling you not to do it?

Close your eyes and see it finished

See the peace you could now partake in

Close your mind to vain distractions

Because you already commited to it

Be true to self, use your precious gift

You can see the end… keep steady to pursue it…..

And FINISH…

…..a job well done faithful servant…. just to do it.

“We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10

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I’m Getting To “IT”

IT is still sitting there.

IT is still a reminder that I need to get IT done.

IT will soon fade away and be gone if I don’t attend to IT.

IT is a promise I made to someone…and action I promised to take.

IT is gnawing at my brain, controlling my thoughts, not letting me sleep.

IT is going to be a lot of work.

IT has cost me much already, so I can’t just forget about IT.

IT will give me satisfaction, once I follow through.

IT will bring me closer to where I want to be.

IT will be worth the time and effort that I put in to IT.

I need to hang up the phone, shut off the television, set down the video game,
shut down the computer, stop with the excuses, shut out the noise, stop listening
to the naysayers, believe in something bigger, stop looking in the rear view mirror…..

So I can get to IT!

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Phillipians 4:13)

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It Pays to be Frugal

The first time I heard someone call me frugal, I thought it was an insult. I thought I was being cheap and persnickety. I think there is a difference between worrying about the cost of something and keeping careful watch what you spend and what you keep.

The Meriam-Webster dictionary defines frugal as: careful in the management of money or resources.

What “does” it pay to be frugal?

I have saved on gas mileage, food costs, high end clothing, household cleaners, home services, hair salons, sewing repairs,tax services,lawyers, doctors, laundry, plants, paper, home decor, patio furniture, books, music lessons, travel expenses, advertising, child care, health care and gyms.

I think everyone can appreciate those kinds of savings. Did I leave anything out? Certainly.
There are so many ways to spend a dollar that I haven’t even thought of. I don’t have a pet, so can’t help you there except to say it is cheaper to be a dog-walker, pet- sitter or foster a pet. I rarely go to the theater, opera or concerts but love listening to an orchestra. I just don’t want to drive to the big city and have to deal with parking and crowds.

Is frugality a character trait or can it be taught?

I have been frugal all my life. I can’t help it, but my parents started this obsession in me. Being frugal is actually a good quality to have, unless you are married to a rich man that wants you to help him spend his money. I once turned off a guy I had a date with (once) because I could not believe the cost of a snack he bought from a vending machine. How embarassing…..”money is meant to be spent” he snarled back at me snidely (and didn’t share, I might add). That relationship was never going to see a future.

My parents weren’t rich but they weren’t poor either. They worked hard for a good living to provide what the seven of us needed. Our clothes were always clean and our stomachs always full and our beds warm. I guess I watched them be frugal. Did I learn it from them or was it always a part of me? Had I been raised in a different household, would waste matter so much to me?

Dad worked very hard. Even when he wasn’t at his 8-5 job, he was working in his garden, the yard, building something, doing artwork on the side or helping a neighbor or a sibling. Sunday mornings though, he always went to early mass before he got on the golf greens for 9 holes. He couldn’t be late for lunch, which we called dinner. It would be beef roast with vegetables and mashed potatoes. All fresh vegetables and sliced tomatoes from our garden.

Dad loved his bowling too on Wednesday nights. He was secretary so it brought in enough to cover his dues. I don’t recall mom belonging to any clubs but there was almost daily women over for coffee. Sometimes women came to help with canning, or one would come to cut our hair. Most of the time it was just gossip and gab and we children were always sent off to play if we weren’t in school.

He painted signs for a small meat market down the street from us for extra cash. He worked a full-time job at an advertising agency and his siblings harassed him for staying in our small town. He had such good talent he could have made double his wages moving to the big city in Saint Paul or Minneapolis, Minnesota. He wanted to stay close to his parents and didn’t like the big city life and all the traffic.

Mom and dad both found ways to make a good living for us kids. Dad had a huge garden, mom did the canning, picking and cooking. They shared with neighbors who didn’t have so much or exchanged produce for jars of jelly or berries we didn’t grow.

Second hand is just as good as new.

We had hand-me-down furniture and even a large piece of carpet. I wore hand-me-down clothes from my sister, we rented band instruments for the highschool band dad wanted us to join. What the neighbors didn’t want, we got to have. Dressers, chairs, tables, bikes, even some old school desks so we could play school that we used for years.

To this day I like clothes that have been well made but broken in. I shop thrift stores for high end clothes, yard sales and consignment shops. I never liked buying something off a rack that had ten or more of the same in different sizes. I liked being unique even if it may be something from last season.

I found our new patio set from a neighborhood site online for sale. I made new slings for the chairs and it is as good as new. Our dining room table was found the same way, and my piano. Our sofa end tables were sitting at the side of the road in excellent shape and very sturdy.

You have to be a bit humble, very resourceful and determined. I do get some backlash from my husband at times, but have come to ignore his groaning and teasing. I know what is best for our home more than he does sometime.

Are you teachable? Do you know where to find the resources you need?

Mom was the most resourceful person I know. If you needed something she could help you find it. I didn’t know what to do after highschool but knew that college was out of the question for any of us in our family.

College cost a bundle and vocational school was free when I was ready to enroll. There was no contest. Even though I wanted to be an elementary teacher all my life, and at one time, a nun, I had to select a different path. Not knowing how to do that, Mom said, ” Go talk to the counselor at school. They will help you figure it out.

I did figure out what I wanted, with the help of mom’s good advice. The classes in school I excelled in and what I loved to do was key to matching me with a job career path I would enjoy. My job decision was never about how much I could make in a year. It was always about job satisfaction and the people I might be able to help along the way.

Since my first job I found resources to help me start a licensed daycare, apply for jobs, learn how to set up my own website, open a shop to sell my custom sewing online, file my own taxes, sew my own roman shades, slipcovers and home decor, repair my own computer troubles, find affordable and delicious produce, buy airline tickets, cut and color my own hair, shop for clothes designed just for my style.

What do you have to do with it?

You can save more and therefore have a life more abundant, if you are willing to put a little effort into research. Start somewhere. If you will take a risk on doing something new, go for it. If you don’t mind taking a chance on a job you may think you don’t qualify for, believe in yourself. If you can see yourself in a better place in your life, what are you waiting for?

Waste is holding you back and setting you behind. Carelessness is making you miss the target. Lavishness is fooling you into believing something that is not really satisfying.

Stop wasting food. Can you make a homemade soup with the leftovers for a marvelous meal another day? Freeze that spaghetti sauce you made too much of. Make bread with those over ripe bananas. Reuse, repurpose containers, clothing, paper, produce. I use the blank side of junk mail to print things just for my records or unimportant papers.

Don’t be so careless and turn off the lights, the water when you brush your teeth, unplug the toaster, hair dryer or iron. Don’t wash towels every day but instead once a week. Hang them to dry in between showers or baths. Close doors and windows tightly when the air conditioner is running.

Do you really need another bathing suit or skirt when the one in your closet is good enough. Change it up with a different set of earrings or coverup or sandals. I have said to myself while standing in front of my closet….”I have nothing to wear!”, yet made up my mind and said, “I can find something cute enough to wear!” I did that, went to the party, and was so happy I didn’t spend the money on a new outfit. I had just as much fun. No one is looking at you but you, anyway! Get over yourself.

It pays to be frugal. It is hard and takes discipline to delay gratification. But we all know how many Christmases we learned at least, the longer you wait for a thing, the more exciting it is when you get it!

How to save money is always a good place to start and this post I link offers some good ideas for you. It pays to be frugal.

Timely Message Delivered Twice – is God telling me something?

It has been a while since I was pregnant with any of my children, but if you have ever been fortunate to be in this situation, do you remember all the pregnant women you would see at the market or at the shopping malls or libraries? You would swear that there was a boom going on, just because you were pregnant.

Do you remember when you bought your first car? You would see so many just like yours on the roads no matter where you would go. It became so familiar to you, just when you thought you were choosing one that might be different than what most people were driving. Prior to buying your car, you never saw anything like it.

Sometimes, when I am really searching for something, somehow the answer starts showing up in bits and pieces. I found our patio set, our dining room table and chairs, and my piano, all because they were things I was hoping for and longing for and waited long enough for. All were purchased second-hand but of nice quality and value.

I am frugal that way and put a lot of trust in the God who made me know what is best for me, and know what the desires of my heart are. He always comes through if I can “wait for it”. The most affordable, yet prettiest piece for my exact purpose is always met! I sacrifice nothing but my time.

I learned a while back that striving and being anxious for “things” is not God’s way for us. He wants us to trust in him and obey his Word. God wants me to “cast all my cares on him because he cares for me.” (1 Peter 5:7) He tells me his “burden is light.” (Matthew 11:30) God does not want us to rack up credit card debt for “things” that really are just to make our life comfortable and more enjoyable, but not really what will keep us well fed, clothed, and sheltered.

It is amazing to me what things God works on in us and the order in which he does it. Bit by bit he is transforming us, changing us, molding us into vessels that he can use for different measures of his purposes. He has to remove the chaff, crush us, prune us so we will produce the fruit he needs for the best wine.

It gets more natural to feed on his Word when at one time I didn’t understand any of it. I would read with little understanding but I knew I needed it in order to grow. In order to become a better person. In order to know God’s ways. But lately, I have been asking God to help me understand why things are as they are in my family.

I have a prodigal, whom I have not seen or spoken to in five years. I have a grandson who lives out of state I am not allowed to see. It is not that I know of anything I have done wrong (other than not being a perfect human being in general) in either case, that has caused this abrupt change in relationships.

All of a sudden, as if a door was slammed in my face, I was cut off, shut out, silenced. I can’t explain it. After spending many years crying and trying to find a way back into each of their lives without result I have come to accept it. I put it in God’s “capable” hands.

I pray for them and me and all involved but come to no just conclusion, resolution, or change. I can accept that. But, it is not easy. I still have tears. Acceptance does not mean you have lost all love and care and feelings for someone you have been cut off from.

My hope is that my entire family will be together with the LORD in heaven one day. I don’t want anyone left behind or lost because I did not try to get the GOOD NEWS of the gospel to them. I have no control, no influence, no promise of ever being united with either of them again.

Both were my “firstborns” if that means anything. My first son and my first grandson in my family. It brings me to think of so many in the Bible who have stories about their firstborns being given up for something.

I keep searching and I know the answer will come just as did my piano, my patio set, and my dining room table and chairs. God will let me know as clearly as I know my husband loves me when he brings me my tea without ever asking him to.

Maybe God was calling me to do the same. I am clueless but just accept what is and continue to pray for blessings and protection against the enemy in their lives. Mostly to bring people that would share God’s love with them with the hope of them drawing near and making a decision to put their trust in him.

Am I being tested?

You never know what lesson God is trying to teach you until the testing is over. Pruning is not fun. Parts of you that you thought you needed are removed. But, new growth begins. You get stronger and are more useful to God. All of a sudden you can give an answer to someone who has been through just what you had and the answer comes easily.

You can tell that there is a power within that is moving you. (Not that I am any type of evangelist or speaker with influence on my own.) You speak with confidence and the right words seem to reach the other person, or you feel a sense of hope that you gave them some hope by the words God put in your mouth. I can’t explain it.

The more time you dedicate to God, the more he will change your life. I read sometimes by just opening my Bible to whatever the pages fall open to. The other morning it was 2 Chronicles. At first, I thought, oh this is boring…then I quickly changed my mind and told myself to read where my I directed me. I read:

2 Chronicles Chapter 34 ” Josiah was eight years old when he began to reign, and he reigned in Jerusalem one and thirty years. And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, and walked in the ways of David his father, and declined neither to the right hand, nor to the left.

I continued to read this section and just meditated on it awhile, pondering, thinking, knowing that “every word that goes out from God’s mouth will not return to him until it has accomplished what God wanted” (Isaiah 55). I am thinking, I wonder what God is trying to accomplish in this section of the Bible I read this morning. (I read until 34:13) What did any of this have to do in relation to my life and my prayers?

I went downstairs to start some housecleaning and my usual routine in the morning making my tea and such. I have a Bible in almost every room of the house but also some books by pastors and authors I like. Commentaries or supplements for study. This one sitting in my kitchen was one I barely started by Dr. David Jeremiah called: Jesus’ Final Warning – hearing Christ’s voice in the midst of chaos.

My bookmark had been moved for some reason (my fault for using the dust cover to mark my spot) so I thought I would just open it and try to find some section that sounded familiar from my last reading. I opened to page 28 and read:

“Think of it! By the time eight-year-old Josiah became king of Judah, the worship of Almighty God had become so corrupted that even in His very temple the people stored their idols of Baal and Asherah.”

The section continues to go on and has comments about this section in the Bible and about King Josiah. That is the point I am trying to make. Both my individual reading of scripture (opened randomly up to 2 Chronicles 34) when I started my day up in my room, and then me opening this book to this page was a clear sign that God wants to teach me something.

I come to mind Joseph and how he was taken from Jacob, being his favorite, Issac and how Abraham was being tested with his sacrifice being asked of him, I think of others, firstborns being given up as with Hannah, when she dedicated Samuel her firstborn to the priesthood under Eli because she was barren and prayed for a son.

God loves our firstborn but loves all of us. There is something very special though about giving up the first fruits that we have that are precious to him. I don’t know what God has in store for my son or grandson. I don’t know why they have been removed at this time from my life. I hang on to hope that it is for a greater purpose in his plan where they are needed.

I won’t strive, I won’t be anxious, I no longer cry about a change in circumstances for me because I must have faith that God knows what is best, God loves them and God’s ways are not our ways. I do pray daily for their health and safety but mostly that they come to know God’s love for them and the road to salvation will be taken.

I pray for Christian friends to surround them, and have a burden for their souls, and pray that “no weapon from the enemy used against them will prosper.” (Isaiah 54:17) I pray that they come to love the truth, their eyes are opened and their ears unplugged so they can hear God’s Word. I pray they have a hunger and an appetite for things that are of God and from God such as the people he sends and the messages he brings. I pray that walls of deception are broken down and lies and deceit cause them discomfort and confusion.

In Jesus’ name, all things are possible, if we believe and ask.

Pray First for Change to Happen

I am becoming more and more of a recluse it seems.
I am content to be alone.
I am content to not get calls, text messages, hear my doorbell ringing.
I am fine with no letters or cards on my birthday or the holidays.
I don’t need to attend or be invited to gatherings.

But, sometimes you must go. You must attend. You are expected to show up at some very important events or intimate or personal gatherings.

Sometimes, it can not be about you.

Sometimes it is perfectly human and the right thing to do, to accept an invitation. Sometimes, you don’t get to be the jerk, that deep down, you feel you are…at times.

I knew our Christmas gathering at one of our children’s homes, was going to be just like that. One of those times. Not that I didn’t want to be there, but more how I was not looking forward to how it made me feel inside. I am better with one on one or a small gathering.

I decided, this year, NO MORE of having these weird, antagonistic feelings towards others in a room. It must be different. I was sick of making this all about ME!

At this gathering, I wanted to carry a spirit of joyfulness, thankfulness and generosity, and encouragement. I wanted to show love.

I didn’t want to be self-conscious about how I looked, or worry about what I would say. I wanted to listen more and talk less but not feel bitterness about restraining myself.

I had spent time in the book of James for a long time now and have been learning many things about how a Christ-follower should act. Yet, I have known these things and what I am supposed to be and do and act like for a long time. It made no difference.

I would still feel the same around groups gathered. Sometimes, even with one person, I felt insecurity creep in on me and I would put up my defenses.

The way I have been living is a sick and sad way to live. It has been a curse on my life for a long time and although Jesus is in my life, I don’t know how to shake off this selfishness still in my heart.

I had to go to the source of LOVE for HELP!

Today, I told myself, only Jesus can help me. I would make a point to pray. All morning as I was getting ready, choosing my outfit, doing my makeup, and even curling my hair, I was praying. “God, please help me to love my family.”

I recalled all the Bible verses about taming the tongue. “Please dear Jesus help me to listen more today and speak less.”

I at first thought, let’s be late, then I won’t have to spend as much time at the gathering. Then I prayed, ” Dear God, (and got down on my knees…locking the door so my husband would not find me this way) please help me in these things. I don’t want to be jealous or mean or bitter. Please take away any wicked thoughts in my mind. Help me to love. Help me, Jesus. Please help me to love everyone at this gathering.”

“Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. (James 1:19)

We went to the gathering, and although the last to arrive, we were not that late (we had to stop and get the big order of fried chicken we ordered from the grocery store nearby). I was happy to be there and see all the grandchildren and their parents who we didn’t have to wait for.

It was so nice I didn’t have to spend the day before or morning preparing the house for guests and gathering all the plates, utensils, glasses, and serving dishes needed for the meal. I was rested.

I made my rounds and said hello to everyone in the room and gave out hugs as I typically do. I knew what to say to each one. Words to lift others up or show interest in their lives came easily.

I had personal interaction and dialog that seemed to come easily with each family member. I spent most of my time with the children but was not annoyed by the adult conversations as I usually seem to get. I took no time to be critical (even if I thought it in my head, silently) of words, actions, or what someone was wearing even or how they looked.

Seriously, an analytical mind can take a person anywhere and I won’t bore you with the details. When you have that mixed with some emotional things and the spiritual conflict with the enemy, I am sure the devil and his demons have a lot of fun with me. I fall many times into their trap.

“Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” (James 4:7)

It seems that no matter how much I read my Bible (although it is the sword of the spirit), nothing seems to help me more than prayer when it comes to the most difficult situations I have. If I didn’t have a personal relationship with the Saviour my prayers may not be as effective. It is when my heart is the most contrite (sincere, humble, yearning), that God comes through for me.

The answer may not always be what I want when I recollect other times I prayed with such earnestness. One thing is always the same though. I have peace that transcends all human understanding and also, there is a breakthrough and the enemy leaves me alone for a period of time.

We will always go through trials especially if we are Christians drawing near to our Lord. These trials help us grow and mature in our walk with Jesus until the day he takes us home to be with him.

“Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” Psalm 23:4

Merry Christmas – Is it hard for you to Get Through It?

This is a very lonely time of year for many people. Some suffer amidst the colored lights, festive music, and celebratory feasts and gatherings this time of year.
Pray for those we know that have broken hearts, better yet, if you can, stop by for a visit or send them a card with many thoughts to encourage them.

I can think of many Bible verses that come to mind. Here are a few in case you may need one for yourself:

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

For it is written: “Rejoice, O barren, You who do not bear! Break forth and shout, You who are not in labor! For the desolate has many more children Than she who has a husband.”(Galatians 4:27)

“I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.” John 14:18

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4

We celebrate the birth of the Christ child at Christmas because He is GOD WITH US.
Emmanuel! We never have to be alone. He came to us so he could relate to us in a personal way. He came as a baby to be vulnerable and relatable to his mother.

God knew that the Pentateuch (the first five books in the bible written by Moses I believe) would not be enough. Even though Gabriel showed up at times in the Bible and Jesus himself, God the Father knew man would need more than that to build his church. As prophesied from the beginning, God had a plan of salvation for man because of the sin of Adam, which we are all born with, through the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ. He is God Incarnate.

God could have just shown up anywhere on the planet, but chose to be fully human for us. No other deity has come to a man that way but has just been made up by a man with stone or wood or gold or another God-made object. Nothing from man has ever been made that has not already been made from things God made.

Humankind made up people to be gods, saying they got some divine message from some angel or something from out of this world. Even their messengers were made by God. There is only ONE true God.

Isn’t it time you have a talk with him? He is listening. He is ever near you since the day you were formed in your mother’s womb. He knows you. He loves you. He has a plan for you that is far better than any plan you have for your own self.

Merry Christmas. Jesus is all I need. No tree, no tinsel, no presents, no cards in the mail addressed to me. All I need is time with him. He is my gift this Christmas.

Today I did THIS

Today I did THIS:

I wrote eight Christmas cards complete with notes inside, not just well wishes for the holiday and then my signature.

I mailed my sister her birthday gift, although late, it was a handmade tote and I had to make some adjustments to it from the original, which would have been sent on time. This one turned out cuter.

I prepared our dinner, even though I only remembered that I was going to make it, once my husband walked in from helping his son. It was still early enough to prepare it and put it in the oven to cook. We will be having chicken thighs with carrots and celery for flavor, cream of chicken soup, and wild rice, which I will soon prepare on the stove. Dinner will just be an hour later than usual, but still yummy.

I made my bed this morning.

I loaded and ran the dishwasher.

My husband and I played a game of cards (Kings in the Corner). I am winning for the month so far. We keep score each month, all year. My husband usually wins the month of December every year.

I started to organize my sewing room….again. I am tripping over things since moving things out of the spare bedroom to make room for guests. Now I need to still find where to put these things so I can find the floor to walk. Grrrrrrr.

I am planning how to make a couple small rugs for our newly remodeled lower bathroom. I have some plush upholstery fabric that could work. Good use of some fabric I don’t need. Am I crazy? YES…the answer is yes, but I spent so much time looking for a rug “Made in USA” to buy on the internet and not finding any I like after hours of “DREARY” and “BORING” searches. I refuse to buy from China!

I read a few pages of my new book that came in today written by Dr. David Jeremiah called, “Jesus’ Final Warning”, hearing Christ’s voice in the midst of chaos (1999).

I opened my mail. Tossed junk. Read some interesting articles in my new AMAC magazine and looked at a Christmas card from a friend (only signed…grrrr).

Today was a good day so far. Tonight we will have a good dinner, watch the “Walton’s”, relax reading in bed and have a good night’s sleep. God is good.

Always, God is good. See the good.

“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” (Philippians 4:8)

Is it Petty or Power Struggle?

I occasionally have the opportunity to pick up my grandchildren from school because I do some babysitting for them twice a week. This week was not any different but the weather was going to be mild for December, in Minnesota.

I had their baby sister with me today and was careful to bring her coat, hat, and blanket to cover her feet although she had socks on. I didn’t want to hassle putting boots on a nine-month-old. Today I decided to park the car on the side of the school and walk, less than a football field length, to pick up my grandson.

The rules at this school are you need to have a sign bearing the child’s name and teacher and the classroom symbol, in his case, an apple. I have picked up this child on the sidewalk before, where the classmates all stand, awaiting their parents, grandparents, or adult caregiver that picks them up.

I was reading today in bed, as I normally do each morning, but just couldn’t get past the thoughts of what happened at pick up this particular day (yesterday) so I thought I would get it off my mind. Not too many things bother me this much to have this great effect on me, but for some reason this did. It is like when you go through some kind of trauma and at first, you are in shock and speechless. After a day, it hits you and you may cry uncontrollably out of the blue, and then you recall the event.

I am not sure if I am over-reacting to something petty or if in fact, this person wanted to control the situation and take power over the outcome I would have to face. I am being dramatic here. I was well aware of the cute little kindergarteners standing with my grandson so kept my calm, not knowing today, what hoops I would need to go through. This woman was not a familiar face standing with the children. It was not his teacher or one of the subs that had seen me before.

I walked up with my sign in hand, and my sweet granddaughter carefully bundled as we greeted my grandson, her brother. Ready to take him and lead him to the car I was told I could not just walk up and pick up my grandson. “We don’t allow people to walk up and get their students. You will need to get in line.” The woman told me. (I should have gotten her name.)

Perplexed I told her the line (meaning the line of cars on the street waiting to get into the school parking lot) was long and by the time I got up to where I needed to be, the students would be brought into the building. I would be too late and then have to go to the office, show ID, and then be allowed to take my student.

She came back with, “There are two lines. You can get into the Kindergarten line.” I came back with, “But it does not turn into two lines until the parking lot.” (By this time I thought what is the sense of arguing with her. Also, I was not going to make a scene in front of very impressionable youngsters standing by.) I complied.

I forgot to tell her that I had picked up my grandson before on the sidewalk. I understand rules can change from week to week. Maybe it was good I didn’t give her the satisfaction of me being flustered.

Calmly, I walked back to the car with my bundle of joy. I was not going to take a chance of slipping on the spotty places where ice had formed on the parking lot. I was not going to hurriedly place her in her car seat or neglect to buckle her in. We drove around the cul-da-sac so I could turn around and headed toward the direction of the parking lot.

I saw from a distance my grandson still waiting, now the last child to be picked up.
He got into the car lovingly greeting his adorable sister, and the woman said a quick goodbye and closed the door on us. I said no word to her and gave her not even a glance. She had wasted time for all of us and was very inconsiderate in my opinion and judgment that Jesus does not want to see from us.

I am not sure what bothers me more about the situation: the fact that this was all unnecessary and could have been avoided. I could have let my car idle on the road as I inched my way up the line to pick up my grandson. I could have acted perhaps especially sweet (kill them with kindness) or had a better attitude although I did demonstrate self-control (thank you Jesus for that). She could have let me take my grandson. I had all the credentials (sign and baby sister should be proof enough I wasn’t there to kidnap a child or molest them), and give me a warning that next time it won’t be allowed.

I get better treatment from police officers pulling me over for a minor infraction. However once, in this same area, I was pulled over for just two miles over. WHAT???? Who does that???? (But my daughter’s vehicle is pretty fancy so I think I was being targeted.)

I guess, the point I am trying to make is that sometimes things we go through are petty, on our part, but maybe petty, on the part of someone else. So who really is going through the power struggle then? Is it the one who thinks it is petty for how they are being treated? it is the one who is setting the rules we must follow, who are being petty? Maybe we get to decide.

Maybe how we react to a thing, is what gives that thing the power over us in the first place. I don’t know. I just think, if I were in charge, I would have had a little more understanding and compassion for a grandmother holding a small child in her arms and not make a cute 5-year-old have to wait even longer to go home.

I discussed this with my grandson,” I had to follow the rules and leave so I could come back again with the car. Do you think this was a good rule or a dumb rule?”
Even my grandson’s answer proved he is wiser than this woman was.

I didn’t let this small event spoil my day, but for some reason, it came into my head this morning to spoil my reading time. I didn’t like how I was feeling about it and decided to say a short prayer for the woman so I would not carry bitterness toward her. She must have just been doing her job. Still, I was a little disturbed by the encounter. Things never used to be this way in years gone by. There was more love and understanding for each other.

How would Jesus have handled the situation? I think Jesus had his way with a man for the important and big things that were in the way of his mission. I think other things that were petty, he left alone.

 “Be angry, and do not sin”: do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give place to the devil. (Ephesians 4: 26,27)