I’ve Lost My Teeth

Update By: Karan Gleddie
Date: June 22, 2018

I’ve Lost My Teeth

 

Starting the vacation Happy Dance

 

Reflections:

Three hours past our departure time, my husband, Lyle, and I, and our two teenage daughters were finally pulling away from our southern Alberta home. We were on our way to the State Fair in Great Falls, Montana, but the way our car was packed, it seemed like we were off on a world tour.

I was looking forward to six days of rest and relaxation. No cooking, no early mornings, and plenty of my favorite hobby—retail therapy. We had a poolside room and our girls were ready to find their swimsuits and head to the water. However, my husband (the practical one) decided we would have supper first before the swimming suits came out of the suitcases and everyone headed for the pool.

After a delicious Mexican dinner, I hurried back to our room because I had something stuck under my upper partial plate. As I hurried into the powder room, I took out my “two front teeth” and laid them on a tissue next to the sink. After I brushed my teeth, I wiped off the counter, threw the paper and tissue into the toilet, and flushed. I turned around to get my teeth, but they were nowhere in sight. I ran around the hotel room crying, praying, and hoping that I would find those teeth, but I knew in my heart they were gone—flushed—adios—good-bye.

My family returned to find me flustered and crying. They were clearly concerned, but before I told them what happened to my poor teeth, I made each one promise not to laugh. It did not help one bit. By the end of my story, they were rolling with laughter and asking to see my toothless smile, which only brought more uncontrolled laughter.

I decided right there my vacation was over. I wanted to go home. I told my family I could not spend the rest of the week without my two front teeth.

“Oh yes you can,” my husband said. “All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and no one will know.”  Now, why didn’t I think of that?

I spent the week more quietly than usual. When I sometimes forgot myself or was carried away with the fun and laughter, my teenagers would lovingly point at their teeth to remind me that mine was missing. However, after the first few days, I forgot about my teeth and had a fun, memorable vacation.

If I had carried through with my plan to go home because of pride and concern about how I looked, just think of what we would have missed as a family. My daughter said we were making memories, and she was right. Now that my daughters are grown women, we remember our vacation with great fondness.©

Proverbs 29:23  says, “A man’s pride brings him low, but a man of lowly spirit gains honor.”  How often have I missed the opportunities God has for me because of selfish pride?

Father, Forgive me for my selfish pride. Help me not to miss the gifts you want to give me that fulfill my life because I am thinking only of myself.   Help me to put you first.

Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.

Have you ever had a “Vacation Mishap?” 

 I love you all and am praying. 
 
HUGS,
 Lovingly,  Karan Gleddie

“I Know What You’re Doing ~ Guess What I Heard?

I Know What You’re Doing

Sarah, the church gossip and self-appointed arbiter of the congregation’s morals, kept sticking her nose into other people’s business. Several members were unappreciative of her activities but feared her enough to maintain their silence.

She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his pickup truck parked in front of the town’s only bar one afternoon. She commented to George and others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.

George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just walked away. He didn’t explain, defend or deny; he said nothing. Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Sarah’s house and left it there … all night. author unknown

 

 

 

 

Reflections: Guess What I Heard?

I have been reminded these last few years how words hurt. Someone makes an observation about another’s circumstances and shares it their friends. Never bothering to check the facts or find the truth.  I have always wondered why people feel the need to run others down, is it to build themselves up?

 

My mother used to say, “Gossip is like letting the cat out of the bag one claw at a time.” As a young girl, I thought she was being funny. But as the years went by I saw the damage left behind, by the words others carelessly shared.

 

I watched as people would treat my mother with so little respect as they assumed they knew all about her situation.  But they didn’t know at all, or how hard she worked to put a roof over our heads and food on the table.  Never giving up or expecting handouts. people made assumptions we were poor, although I can’t say that we ever thought we were.

 

We always had enough, when we outgrew our shoes and clothing; she made sure we had something new to replace the old. I often wondered how she worked her magic with the budget, but as I look back I realize she went without so that my sisters and I would have more opportunities and a few extras. How we loved and admired her.  

 

I don’t ever remember her speaking unkindly about others, probably because she had personally known the pain it caused.

 

I have watched her invite people into her home, feed, care and buy groceries for those who had nothing or no one to care for them. Mother was never judgmental and would accept people just the way they were. But most important, she was never afraid or shy to tell anyone about God’s love. She never gave up, she was a survivor, joyfully serving God and touching lives with kindness and comfort

 

In her later years she worked in real estate, and at times I would be fearful as she drove around the city, often going into dangerous areas. She always told us not to worry; no harm would come because God was taking care of her. And He truly did.   

 

Mother never cared about what others thought about her or what they said. She only cared about pleasing and honoring God and doing her best for Him.

 

Mother left me a wonderful legacy to remember, my heart needs to keep my eyes on the God who loves me, and not worry about hurtful words being shared.©

 

Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.

Let your conversation be gracious and attractive so that you will have the right response for everyone. Col. 4:5-6

Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
 I love you all and am praying. 
HUGS,
Lovingly, Karan
Have you experienced hurtful and unkind words, how did you get through it?

Christmas at Grandma’s ~ Humbug!

 Christmas at Grandma’s

 

Christmas at Grandmother’s little Jimmy asked, her how old she was.  

She responded, “I’m thirty-nine and holding.”

The little tyke thought for a moment,  then said, ” How old would you be if you let go?

 

 

 

 

CHRISTMAS WARNING… 

Christmas Has Been Canceled

It’s all YOUR fault!

You told Santa that you were GOOD this year…

 

 

 AND HE DIED LAUGHING!!!

 

 

 

Reflections:  Humbug! 

Each year at the holiday season our family watches “A Christmas Carol”. We love the black and white version with Alabaster Simms, as Ebenezer Scrooge. As the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future each pay their nightly visit to Ebenezer; he is traumatized by his nightmares.                                                                         

However, in the morning daylight, things don’t look so grim, and he rejects the nightmares, saying: Bah, humbug, I think the reason I love “A Christmas Carol” is because it causes me to reflect on my own past, present and future

The smell of Christmas baking, the glowing tree with the Angel on top, I would love to keep the tree up all year long if I could. It is so relaxing to sit under the glow of lights and meditate and reflect on the past years. And reflect on God’s love and grace to me.

Over the year, there have been many tears, frustration and fears as I have tried to learn God’s love lessons in patience. I think patience is going to be a lifelong pursuit for me because I seem to be such a slow learner. I am so thankful that God doesn’t give up on me, as he lovingly helps me to understand his purposes for my life.

As I reflect on this last year, I am reminded of all the love, encouragement and prayers of family and friends. What an extraordinary year. I read a little quote that said, “Dark fears flee in the light of God’s presence”. What a beautiful thought of comfort and peace God brings to us as we look forward to 2018.©

Praying you have a wonderful Christmas season with your family and friends.

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your time with me today.

What is your favorite Christmas Traditions?

Sending love to you all, Merry Christmas.

Lovingly, Karan

Two elderly gentlemen ~ Sew and Sew

Two elderly gentlemen were sitting under a tree, watching the sun go down.

One says, “You know, I’m 84 years old and my body is full of aches and pains.

You’re about my age. How do you feel?”

The other guy says, “Oh, I feel like a newborn baby.”

“Really,” says the first guy.

“Yep,” says the second one. “No teeth, no hair and I think I just wet my pants.”

 

 

 

This is definitely me, Is anyone else with me?

 

 

 

Reflections: Sew and Sew

I sewed my first quilt it was many years ago;  it was so simple I never made another one. Lol.

But as time passed, I decided to try again. Cutting, splicing, and sewing blocks all the while trying to keep everything in a perfect square. It was difficult because I didn’t know what I was doing and trying to learn how to quilt from the internet was confusing.

Taking on this endeavor, I talked to quilters in our area which were both encouraging and helpful.  However, after seeing some of their beautiful quilts and pictures, I started to feel a little insecure in my abilities.  I wondered if my quilt would look alright and be acceptable. In my heart I knew it would not win any prizes, all I could see were the flaws.  I worried about everything on that quilt.  Could I do the binding right, would my hand stitches be even, would anyone even notice?

Do you ever doubt your abilities when you look at others and admire their talents and perfection?  Only to find yourself grumbling how your talent doesn’t measure up to their perfection. Instead of thanking God for the privilege that he gave you to serve him in your special way, and enjoying the process. 

When my son-in-law came for a visit, he showed me how to square the quilt preparing it for the binding. He helped me to see a new quilting angle. Pointing out all the flaws and mistakes I had made, he said,” it adds character, everyone will know it is an original homemade quilt made with love.” 

Thank you, Lord, for those words of wisdom to remind me that love can transcend time and eternity because of you.  My son-in-law was right; every stitch began with the love for a particular individual.  And it was fun to see the process unfolded.   I wonder if God loves to see the process of our lives unfold too. ©

Lovingly, Karan

How do you deal with doubting your abilities and comparisons to others? Let me know if you do that too.

Thank you, dear friends, for sharing your time with me today,

wishing you a wonderful weekend with your friends and family. Hugs to all!

 

I Don’t Want To Complain, But…

I Don’t Want To Complain, But…

Two elderly women were out driving in a large car – both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection.

The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself “I must be losing it.  I could have sworn we just went through a red light.” After a few more

After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous.

At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, “Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!” Mildred turned

Mildred turned to her and said, “Oh, crap, am I driving?” Author unknown

 

 

 

 

Reflections:  Wrong delivery!

With my clothes piling up and wearing my last pair of pants I needed to look for a new washer and dryer.  I searched furniture stores for the perfect laundry set that would fit both our needs and budget.  After comparing prices, we made were our decision.  I liked the plain white set with burgundy lettering, (I thought it would match our other furniture) I know it’s not going in the living room) besides, it had a wrinkle free cycle which appealed to me.The salesman was anxious and jumpy and talked incisively.  He assured me I had come to the right place, gotten the best price, best deal and best warranty of any other customer he had had that day.

They were going to deliver the washer and dryer on Saturday morning around 9:00 am. Saturday morning came and no washer and dryer. I started panic we needed to wash some clothes and be at another appointment across town at 2:00 pm.  Finally, I received a call telling me they were running late and would be there at 1:00 pm.I knew this would be cutting my time short, mentally figuring out how I was going to make my next appointment, take a shower and have clean clothes. At this point, I was in extreme meltdown mode.

At 1:10 pm the crew showed up and let me know they didn’t have time to set everything up. “It was easy, you could do it all by yourself,” Jr. said, giving me the thumbs up as he raced out the door. Now I don’t know about you, but when someone tells me it’s easy, red flags start flying. Now, Jr. had no way of knowing that I am mechanically delayed and seemed to have confidence in my ability to swing a wrench. Lol, I remember thinking that the washer and dryer looked different than I had remembered. However, I didn’t have time to spend on that thought as we rushed to our next appointment

After a stressful afternoon, arriving home and looking at the washer and dryer, I realized the top of my new set was the wrong color. Instead of white with burgundy letters across the top, it was baby blue enamel 50’s look. I checked serial numbers, did research on the internet, and could not find anything to match.  I was sure that the company had ripped me off and sent me a relic from the back of the warehouse.  I finally fell asleep at 4:00 am worn out and upset.  And I still had no clothes washed!!!

Off to church, we went, but I must tell you I was not in a church going frame of mind.  Later I decided to go to the furniture store and have a chat with the salesman.  Praying I would be kind but firm, I walked in and asked for Harold.   All the while explaining to another salesperson about my predicament. He wasn’t at all sympatric telling me those things often happen. (I was not feeling cared for at that moment.)

Here comes Harold, and I explained my difficulty.  He told me he had never seen a washer and dryer with Baby blue on it.  He even suggested that I might have been lucky and received a newer model.   We walked through the warehouse, and there was nothing like it on the store computer either.

He was beginning to sweat, talking a mile a minute, I thought I needed to take matters into my own hands.  I was firm and told Harold that I wanted the company to come a get the baby blue laundry set, and I would cancel my order, and buy it somewhere else.  Harold wanted to discuss the matter further and asked me to sit down.

All of a sudden he sat up straight in his chair as if a bright idea just hit him.  He said,” did you remove the blue plastic from your washer and dryer? Shocked I squared my shoulder, and indigently said I felt the top and it was enamel. Harold told me sometimes the plastic is hard to remove.  My mind was racing, and I let him know I would go right home and check, but I was positive it was enamel.

Running out of the store, and racing home, I saw my distress salesman coming out of the store lighting up a cloud of smoke, (I suppose to calm his nerves,)  pacing back and forth talking to himself.  I think I ruined his day.

Hurrying into the house, I grabbed a coin and scratched at the enamel, and it started to peel off.  Wow, am I embarrassed!  As I peeled off the baby blue plastic, there was my beautiful white Laundry set, with burgundy letters.  I tried to call poor Harold back, but he wasn’t accepting calls, I wonder why?

Do you ever make embarrassing mistakes and beat yourself up for the foolish error, I often do. I have had to confess my folly many times. In  Psalm 86:15 it says: “God is compassionate, gracious, and slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.” I love that God always hears my prayers and loves me, no matter my circumstances. ©

Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me. Have a wonderful weekend. HUGS,
Lovingly, Karan