Apr
25
2014
Karan K. Gleddie
Offering Love and Laughter to Women who need Hope
Articles by Karan Gleddie
Apr
20
2014
He Is Not Here!
Little Philip, born with Down Syndrome, attended a third-grade Sunday School class with several eight-year-old boys and girls. Typical of that age, the children did not readily accept Philip with his differences, according to an article in Leadership Magazine. But because of a creative teacher, they began to care about Philip and accept him as part of the group, though not fully. The Sunday after Easter the teacher brought L’eggs pantyhose containers, the kind that looks like large eggs. Each receiving one, the children were told to go outside on that lovely Spring day, find some symbol for new life, and put it in the egg-like container.
Back in the classroom, they would share their new-life symbols, opening the containers one by one, in surprise fashion. After running about the church property in wild confusion, the students returned to the classroom and placed the containers on the table. Surrounded by the children, the teacher began to open them one by one. After each one, whether a flower, butterfly, or leaf, the class would ooh and ahh.
Then one was opened, revealing nothing inside. The children exclaimed, “That’s stupid. That’s not fair. Somebody didn’t do their assignment. ” Philip spoke up, “That’s mine.”
“Philip, you don’t ever do things right!” the student retorted. “There’s nothing there!” “I did so do it,” Philip insisted. “I did do it. It’s empty. The tomb was empty!”
Silence followed. From then on Philip became a full member of the class. He died not long afterward from an infection most normal children would have shrugged off. At the funeral this class of eight-year-olds marched up to the altar not with flowers, but with their Sunday School teacher, each to lay on it an empty pantyhose egg.
I wanted to share with you one my favorite Easter story,
I have loved this one since the first time I heard it.
It is a constant reminder that the Grave is empty, and Jesus lives and He is alive. I know that my hope, salvation and constant care comes from Him. He loves me, forgive me and helps me.
He is my security, He is Enough!
Happy Easter, He Has Risen!
Lovingly, Karan
Thank you for sharing your time with me today dear friend. What brings delight and Joy to your life? Do you have a favorite Easter story?
I would love to hear your thoughts as we share our journey.
Apr
15
2014
I Don’t Need Directions!
After the long winters, spring is the time we start planning our vacations and extra traveling. My husband does not ask for directions, he thinks if he keeps driving we will eventually get there. While, I have been known to roll the window down at a stop light, and holler at the person next to me about directions. (Which happened in Amsterdam, as I was inquiring about directions with the lady next to us, the light changed, we took off down the road, the lady hung out the window of her car and handed me her map, waved and was gone.) My husband was so embarrassed, “ I could have found it.” He said, I assured him that our vacation was not that long!!!
Have you ever wondered why men and women are so different in taking and giving directions?
If a man gives directions, it goes like this; Go three miles, turn left, go seven miles, turn right, then go a quarter of a mile and you will see it on your right, you can’t miss it! Now I am blonde and a creative thinker is there a three-mile sign, how will I know? With these directions I could end up in someone’s cow pasture, never to be seen again.
I drive by landmarks, go to Wal-Mart, turn left, go down to the Tasty Freeze, and turn right. Drive to Hollywood Video, turn into parking lot, the place is right next to the shoe store that is having a huge sale, 70% off. You can’t miss it. (Now that is my kind of directions)
Thankfully we decided to get a GPS for the car, saves Lyle and I a lot of time, him from driving all over the country trying to find an address, and me from getting lost. However, in my creative moments I have been known, to second guess the GPS system, and go a different way because, it didn’t look right to me. Only to get lost, have the satellite locate and get me back on track.
It gives me great security and peace in my life to know that I am never off of God’s GPS system. He always knows where I am, and even if I wander off, he has his eye on me. © The bible says in, Psalm 139:1-6 A psalm of David
O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
His loving care sustains, guides, and protects me; I just need to follow his directions. ©
Lovingly, Karan
Thank you Friends for dropping by and sharing your time with me. Do you think men and women give and take directions differently?
I would love to hear from you.
Have a great week!
Apr
15
2014
April Newsletter
I Wonder…
“Blonde Logic”
Two blondes were driving through Louisiana when they came to a sign that told them they were almost to Natchitoches. They argued all the way there about how to pronounce the name of the town. Finally they stopped for lunch. After getting their food, one of the blondes said to the cashier, “Can you settle an argument for us? Very slowly, tell us where we are.” The cashier leaned over the counter and said “Buuurrrrrr-Gerrrrrr Kiiiinnnnnggg”.
Feb
15
2014
February Newsletter
I finally found the a quick and lasting answer to my weight loss program, who would have ever thought it was this easy!
Blonde Logic
A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get it started.” He asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The blonde says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a tiger.” Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, looks at the box, then turns to her and says, “First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger.”
He takes her hand and says, “Second, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of tea and then…” he sighs…”Let’s put all these Frosted Flakes back in the box.”