Look Who’s Talking!
A Ventriloquist was touring the clubs in Florida. With his dummy on his knees, he’s going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde woman in the audience stands on her chair and shoots.
“I’ve heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes.
What does the color of a persons hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It’s guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and reaching our full potential!”
The embarrassed ventriloquist starts to apologize when the blonde yells, “You stay out of this, mister! I’m talking to that little jerk sitting on your knee. Author unknown
Reflections: Can I Call You Dad?
As a child growing up, I always wondered about the father I never knew. Did he have blonde hair, was I like him? My mother never talked about him, and I never inquired because it caused her great sadness to discuss that time in her life.
For years, I would think about meeting him, and dream about our wonderful reunion. But that scenario would not happen. I had found out that he had passed away many years before I had started to look for him. I was so disappointed, all my questions would go unanswered.
I remember at church the minister talked about how much God cares for each of us, and he knows our pain and hurt in the secret places where only he can see. And he quoted a Bible verse that I never forgot:
God in His holy house is a father to those who have no father.
And He keeps the women safe whose husbands have died.
God makes a home for those who are alone.
Psalm 67:5 & 6a
I found great comfort in that verse but wondered if it would happen for me.
Little did I know that God had prepared a father for me in Alberta, Canada. When I married Lyle, I not only got a husband but a new father who became my dad.
Trygve was a kind, loving and humble man who loved life and loved me. As the years passed by it amazed me, how much alike we were. We both loved books, collected funny stories and loved humor. He loved to sing, loved people and most of all loved God.
Trig passed away in 2000; there is not a day that goes by that I don’t reflect on all the times we spent together. We would both cry through “Little House on the Prairie”, sad movies and touching books. We liked to laugh, sing in the car, go shopping, eating out and share the important family stories and our walk with God. How I loved and missed him.
I am thankful for the great privilege to call him my DAD.
God gave me the desire of my heart, and his timing is perfect.
Thank you, Lord, for your wonderful gift. What are some of your favorite memories?©
My love to all and am praying you each have a fabulous week.
Lovingly, Karan
A woman called and asked, “Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know whose luggage belongs to who?”
After about six seconds of ‘careful consideration,’ she answered ‘Yes. Yes, I will!’
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.
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?