My Old Memories ~ I fell and can’t get up!

My Old Memories

Two elderly people are living in a retirement home near Fareham, he was a widower and she a widow, had known each other for a number of years. One evening there was a community supper in the big arena in the Clubhouse. The two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal went on, he took a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered the courage to ask her, ‘Will you marry me?’

After about six seconds of ‘careful consideration,’ she answered ‘Yes. Yes, I will!’
The meal ended and, with a few more pleasant exchanges, they went to their respective places. Next morning, he was troubled. ‘Did she say ‘yes’ or did she say ‘no’?’ He couldn’t remember.

Try as he might, he just could not recall. Not even a faint memory. With trepidation, he went to the telephone and called her. First, he explained that he didn’t remember as well as he used to.

Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a little more courage, he inquired, ‘When I asked if you would marry me, did you say ‘ Yes’ or did you say ‘No’?’

He was delighted to hear her say, ‘Why, I said, ‘Yes, yes I will.’ and I meant it with all my heart.’

Then she continued, ‘And I am so glad that you called because I couldn’t remember who had asked me.’ Unknown author

 

 

 

 

 

I fell and can’t get up!

Late spring, my teenage grandson rode with me to town, we were in our truck. Although it had rained all night I decided to wear white pants to our family function. I needed to stop at Costco and get some prepared food items for our event.

Hurrying back to the truck and placing our food in the back seat, I grabbed the overhead handle to lift myself into the seat and lifting my 3-inch high heel foot into the cab I slipped.

Not wanting to let go of the overhead handles and getting my white pants muddy, I tried to get my other foot on the floor of the cab. I thought  It would give me a more firm foundation to lift myself up. 

I did get my other foot in the truck, but couldn’t pull myself out of my predicament. At this point, my white pant bottom was the only thing dangling out the door 2 feet off the ground. As I hung on for dear life I was yelling at my grandson who was listening to his iPod with his earbuds in. He was in enjoying his music he didn’t even notice my state of affairs.

As I was trying to get my grandsons attention,  I was surprised by two firm hands on my bottom, and a man was shoving me up into the seat. I didn’t get a chance to thank him because he ran away. And my Grandson caught the action just as I was being shoved into the truck. How embarrassing, but the best part my pants were still white. Come to think of it I haven’t worn white pants since!

I think God has a sense of humor too; after all, He made us.  Have you ever stood naked in front of a mirror and quoted, Psalm 139: 14a I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Personally, I have not been able to get past the fearful!

I have always been blonde, quirky and uncoordinated, so I have a lot of material to write about. God has blessed me with a sense of humor, laughter, and to see the funny side of situations.  I love that about God and his love, I believe he has a wonderful sense of humor too, after all, he made us!

Our confidence comes from knowing that God made us in his image, he knew what we would look like before we were ever born and loved us anyway. ©

Psalm 126:2 We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy.

And the other nations said, “What amazing things the Lord has done for them.”

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

Do you think God has a sense of humor?

Can I Give You A Smile?

Can I Give You A Smile?

Some days I find myself in a place of discouragement. Bewildered by the world we live in, with so many hurting people looking for hope, encouragement and a smile. My heart aches for all the families that have gone through the hurricanes the last few months and the massacre in Las Vegas last night. 

Sometimes the way forward seems complicated and challenging, and I’m not even sure I have even enough energy to finish the tasks God had given me.  

I have often heard,” Instruction does much, but encouragement is everything.” Many times a kind word of encouragement, a smile or a simple touch can lift a heart out of sadness, grief, exhaustion or despair.

An act of kindness encouraging others and lets them know you care about them, and they are not alone. It also gives us the opportunity to show God’s love as we touch the lives of others. Encouragement gives hope and inspires determination to keep moving forward when life gets tough, and we become weary of the struggles.

Many times I have asked God to encourage my heart with his love, compassion, and guidance. Asking Him to give me a new perspective and passion for the task He had given me.When I become tired, His promises and love lessons come just in time in sweet ways of encouragement from others. God is not finished with the dreams and goals He has placed in my heart, and he is not finished with me either.

Isaiah 40:31 NLV

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.
 

LIFE can be tough, and the struggles of life and ministry can be harsh. With God’s encouragement, we can remember His promises and rely and lean on Him. The journey will be brighter for us and others as we stand together building one another up with encouragement.©

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Have you felt more stressed in the last few months, how have you coped with the daily events?

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Thank you, dear friends for spending your time with me, Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs to all.

Have a great week, HUGS
Lovingly, Karan

Happy Flying ~ The Plan

“Happy Flying”

A plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport. After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Flight Number 293, nonstop from New York to Los Angeles. The weather ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth and uneventful flight. Now sit back and relax… OH, MY GOSH!’

Silence followed, and after a few minutes, the captain came back on the intercom and said, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier. While I was talking to you, the flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!’

A passenger in Coach yelled, ‘That’s nothing. You should see the back of mine!’ Author unknown

 

 

 

 

Reflections: The Plan

Restlessness is characteristic of our generation today. In these days of confusion and turmoil from life’s activities, we hardly have time to enjoy our blessings. That has certainly been true of my life.

Some days in the throes of discouragement, I have doubted God’s concern and care for me. Especially when He has so many others to take care of besides me. Do you ever doubt God’s plan?

When life is hectic, we become preoccupied with ourselves, our circumstances and can soon forget about our friends, family, and God.

What a shame, God is the only one who can bring rest and peace in the midst of all the craziness.

Over the years, there have been hard lessons to learn, But God in his great love has shown me that the things I valued most, are not as important as the people in my life or my relationship with Him.

Especially, when faced with the fact there may not be any tomorrows left. It is funny how fast our priorities can change. Suddenly spending time with God and talking to him seems more important than all my busy-ness for him.

Jesus knows about all of the activity in our lives because he made us. He also knows that we need times of rest both—Physically and spiritually.

 “Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you. I do not give peace to you as the world gives.

Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid. ~ John 14:27

He is the only source for perfect peace and complete rest for our souls, especially at these busy times of the year. You are loved and special to Him. ©

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
Smile God Loves You!
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Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
Have a wonderful weekend. 

HUGS,
Lovingly, Karan

Getting Some Music Lessons

 

Getting Some Music Lessons

A drummer tired of being ridiculed by his peers decided to learn how to play some “real” musical instruments.  

He went to the music store, walked in, approached the store clerk and said, I’ll take that red trumpet over there and that accordion.”

The store clerk looked at him a bit funny, and replied, “Okay, you can have the  fire extinguisher, but the radiator’s got to stay.” Author unknown

 

 

Reflections: 

I must confess I have been on a controlled eating and dieting plan for the last few month with disappointing results.  The exercise program I picked has me swinging and jumping to the beat of, “Country Heat.” Didn’t help much either. I’m sure if I did the routine every day like I was supposed to, I would be in better shape.

I received a wonderful Fitbit and am wearing it faithfully, only to find out I don’t walk enough (Really?) and my sleep patterns are off. Every night I give myself a scolding and feel guilty I haven’t done better. Who new 10,000 steps was the magic Number.  I thought I walked a lot every day????

I have been reflecting on my diet and exercise hysteria and how I am driving myself nuts, as well as everyone else. Is it insecurity, or the feeling of not measuring up? Who says what is beautiful, acceptable and lovely anyway?

With the constant barrage of the media, celebrities, and fashion magazines our self-esteem can erode fast.  I just read that a poll By Dr. Raj Persuad a Psychiatrist, said looking at magazines for 60 minutes lowers the self-esteem of young women by 80%.  Astonishing.  

I started to wonder why I even buy magazines knowing the reality we see is the perfecting imagery of a Photoshop expert and illusions of technical imagery.  After all if they can make a one-hundred year old woman look 24 again, they can do anything!

All this stress and wanting perfection, I know it is only vanity. In my heart I wanted to feel acceptable and secure in how I looked.  Instead of being grateful, I get all caught up in the physical instead of relying on the one who knows me best. I forgot how much He loves, I am already special and perfect in His eyes.©

Genesis 1:27 
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

We Are Love by God!

Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs to all.

Lovingly, Karan

Do you find your getting discouraged too? What self talk do you do?

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