Source: Christian: Label (daily prompt)
Those who follow Jesus and worship God are bundled into one category labeled Christians. This includes a multitude of people of all types of faiths. All of us, even those who declare themselves non Christians are children of God made in his image and made to live here on this Earth with his gift of free will. Free will to choose according to one’s desires and wants. Free will allowing us to be human and in turn make mistakes.
Mistakes, all of us make them. All of us have parts of our lives wherein if we could go back we would change something we did or said. ALL of us, including Christians, are sinners. None of us are perfect. God gave us the privilege to be able to choose and that includes whether or not to follow him.
There was a time in my life where I left the church and gave up my faith for years. I had held someone in my life, a human, as my spiritual leader. They had been one who had taken me to church each Sunday, taught me to pray, etc. But then in a moment wherein a decision had to take place they did the opposite of what the church had taught us to do. I was confused and the pain of experiencing that haunted me for a long time. But, then one day I heard someone speak and talk about how we all sin and that I had been worshipping (honoring)a human and not God. I had placed my faith in that person and not the one I had been born to trust and to lean on. Since that day I now see that so many of us place our faith in humans. We expect our spouses to take care of our every need. We expect our children to care for us when we are elderly, we ask others to bear burdens that were never meant to be theirs. Those burdens were meant to be ours.
As we move forward in this time wherein people scoff and blame we Christians for the errors of the world let us remember that the morals of the world are becoming less about the word of the Lord and more about what the people want. It is a natural thing to want to have fun and do as we please. Yet, in that arises more opportunity for sin.
Pray for all of God’s peoples, those who are of like faith, and those who are not.
Uplift those who are our enemies and scoff us. Pray that God help them see that the reliance on humans for the pleasures of life is not a good path to follow. Pray that more who profess to be of faith enter the houses of God to be with those of like minds. May they live the life of faith and not just talk the talk.
All who profess their love to God above all things are Christians. The label has been used and misused in so many ways. Shall we begin to see when each occur and lift up our concerns to the Lord. May we always remember that we are members of a group wide in variances and deep in faith. Lift up all people. Use words that edify. We are all children of God and were woven by him. God bless. Amen.
Dear ones with a disability and their loved ones,
As one who had taught children with an IEP for years I owe you all an apology. I understood some of what you needed me to but other parts I HAD NO CLUE. I thought I did. But, now I know that I did not. Allow me to expound.
If I could go back in time prior to my accident I would have understood that you were trying. I always knew that you were, in manner of speaking, but I did not know how long and frustrating the paperwork trail was and the doctors search can take. I apologize for thinking that it must be easier than it seemed and for thinking that you were just making excuses. So often I heard people state that you did not seem to care and that you were not even trying. Who was I to judge you? Who were we to judge you? You, the ones who were in the middle of the battle. The battle to get the best care for your loved one or for yourself. You must have gone to doctor after doctor to just find one willing to fill out the paperwork. You must have seen doctors that looked at your records and told you that they could do nothing and did not even examine you. I know because I have. I have had those who we are supposed to be able to trust, lie to my face and tell me that the paperwork will be filled out in a manner in which I agree to. Then find the paperwork in my mailbox a few days later with statements that we had not agreed to and no attached paperwork. The one that came yesterday had never been sealed. Did the needed papers fall out? Who has my information? The list goes on and on.
Attorneys, the fees are exorbitant and what you get back in return is people who go to court with you and then quit the next day. (Mine did) Or how about the ones that tell you that they will get to your case when they can and that they are already missing their child’s game trying to just keep up with the caseloads that they have taken on. That is not our fault. That is not an adequate excuse when we are without an income for months, or years at a time to be able to afford the meds that we will be questioned about by those who sit on committees etc. I understand now why some of you had to cut meds in half or even choose to pay for only one med of the prescribed three. You needed to keep a roof over your heads and have food in the pantry. Free lunches and food handouts can only help so much.
I want to apologize to you for a system that seems to not care. One wherein you can ask them to dim the lights during a meeting for your loved ones eyes and then hear them complain that they are half brain dead from not being able to see. This comment alone stays with you for quite some time as you hear it in the light of one who has a loved one with dead brain cells who cannot see as they used to and never will again. Or how about the person in the hearing who you divulge your deepest concerns to that at the end of the meeting when time is almost up that asks, “What does any of that have to do with why we are meeting today?” Then they announce that it is time to wrap things up. In your mind you know even before the papers come that you lost again. You feel crushed. No more funds to live on for months to come and the paperwork will start all over again. Back to the doctors, calls to the lawyers and more. All costing money that you do not have.
I am so sorry that I treated you as I did. I am so sorry that the local schools I offered to go into to speak now did not even call me back. I cannot speak for you in their meetings but I can BLOG. I can fight and call the representatives and tell them that enough is enough. It is so hard to live with a disability but the feeling of being one nobody cares about is the worst to me. Know that I care. Know that God cares. I am here for you if you need a disabled retired teacher to talk to. I now get it. I now understand things that I never knew. Dear ones, you are loved. I am sorry. Keep on fighting for your rights. HUGZ
PS Thanks for letting me get that out. 🙂
Desires come in many shapes and forms. There are the desires of your heart and desires of the mind or soul. But there is one desire that I have heard many people wish for, that desire is to not have to go to work.
Work, that place that we spend far more time than we ever did in school. (Unless you are a teacher.) That place where people get under our skin as we drag ourselves in to be only tormented by paperwork and other rudimentary tasks we bear only for the paycheck. So many people desire to not have to work. I was one of them. I would say most every August when school started back up that summer had been too short and that the winter break was too far away. I wanted to be with the kids and see them grow academically but as for the rest of it, no thank you. I was one who was jealous of those able to retire for any reason. Yes, I admit I was even jealous of those who got to retire due to a disability. I had seen on my annual statements where when you are retired with a disability you got more money. That looked good; stay home and bring in more than the others that had worked more years to get that same amount. It seemed like a dream if someone got that. I actually wished a few times that I could do that. That I could get the sum total of that payment without having to deal with new regulations, curriculum changes, and irate people. But then something changed.
As most of you know that have read my Blog, I became disabled. I look back on what had seemed to be a dream come true for those who were on this side of the fence and realize how stupid I had been. I did not think about how I would have to lose my way of life and assume a new one. I had not thought out that I would be disabled. Nor did I know of the immense amount of paperwork to be able to prove to the teacher’s retirement board that I could never work again. Perhaps with a more visible injury, not a brain injury, it might be easier but I doubt it.
Desires at time are things that we really think we want or need. But, I am here to share with you that many things we desire are not as they seem. Be careful what you wish for, your wish might just come true. When it does, you might not be able to go back to the place where you were. Not all wishes are for the good, nor as they appear to be at this moment.
HUGZ2all – God thank you for my surviving the accident. I know you are with me. Lead me as I blog for your children. Amen
Photo prompt: The Road Taken
Prior to the days of the technological tools that we now depend upon, cell phones and GPS systems, I had decided to sing at a Christian event far from home. I went even though it was in the middle of farm country away from the main roads and highways. Finding my way there in the daylight was even more challenging than I thought it might be as there were closed roads along the way that I had to reroute for. Even then I wondered how I would get out of there that night in the dark. Upon arriving at the venue I checked in and gave them my cassettes to back me up when I praised the Lord with my voice. I had gotten there late and thus was placed in the lineup toward the end of the evening. I admit that I was quite nervous about getting back home at a decent hour. I wanted to be there when the kids got up in the morning and not upset my spouse by his not knowing where I was. Praising God from the crowd I lost myself in the glory of his presence and soon got up to sing on the stage. It felt good to lead the gathered in song. For a time my concern of driving home and to not worry my family was lost in the moment. Praising God with song among those with same intent was inspiring. But, as in all times of worship the sermons ended and the songs drew to a close. It was time to go home. As I walked to the car I noticed the stillness of the night. There was not much moonlight to light my way and the lack of street lights did not help. I had my Google map information with me but it seemed to be of not much help as seeing the road signs was nearly impossible and the reroutes had been plentiful. I began wondering why I had not just gone home in the light of day and not even gone to perform. But, I knew why. I wanted to praise with God’s people. Driving on into the night I became disoriented and the roads were confusing. I grew tired and had no place to stop for directions. I pulled over to the side of the road and took out my paper map of the state. I had no idea where to look on it. I began to cry as it grew late and by now I was tired and needed sleep. With no other recourse I bowed my head and began to pray. I asked God to help me get home safely. Just then a dark colored car pulled by me. It was the first car I had seen in a while so I pulled out and began to follow it. I couldn’t see anything but the fact that there were two people in that car. I watched as we approached the next intersection. It appeared that the one in the passenger seat seemed to be motioning for me to turn to the right. I blinked and looked again. Again I saw the arm motions to go right. I questioned what I was seeing but trusted that this was the answer to my prayer. I turned right and drove on for quite some time before coming to a main road leading to a highway. It was here that I knew what to do with the aid of my Ohio map. I turned onto the highway and began to weep. In that moment of being lost God had reached out to ME. He had seen that I was one of his lost sheep and he found me and helped me to get back home. I will never forget that night. Not because I got to sing so much but more so for the lesson that I learned. Faith is so much more than prayer and praising. It is knowing that God is always with us. He knows our every move, our every thought. I look back on that day and know that God is always with me. I just need to have that faith, the size of a mustard seed. to realize it. Trust that he is with you. Choose the path toward him. He is there waiting for you with open arms. You are loved. HUGZ
“Miss, you have been in an accident. Your vehicle rolled over and we had to cut the roof off to get you out.”
Being turned to the side on the board she was strapped to she threw up again. The pain in her head was immense. If only she had not hesitated to put on her seatbelt correctly before they had pulled out of the parking lot. It was not comfortable and so she had taken the shoulder belt over her head and was attempting to fix it so it did not rub her bare skin. Doing so while in motion on the road was not a good idea. She thought it would be okay as they were in town and she was in the back seat. But when she saw the car in the intersection coming at her she knew she had no time to fix the situation. Before she could say anything the oncoming car had struck the rear wheel well just behind her and set the car tumbling over and over again. All she could do was try to hold on. Thank God she had kept the lap belt on. If she hadn’t she would have been be a free agent inside the tumbling car.
The male voice continued, “Miss, can you tell me your name?”
Trying to think all the while vomiting up phlegm she tried to state what she knew. “My name is Pam. Are my friends okay?”
“They have been transported already. You were the last one taken out of the vehicle. We had a heck of a time getting to as you were buried in tools and stuff from the back end of the car. These new vehicles without trunks are horrible in rollovers. Everything back there becomes air born. Let me take a look at that head of yours while we wait on your transport.”
“My head hurts so bad. There and my back.”
“You must have lost consciousness for a while. We need to place this horse collar onto your neck. You do not want to cause any more damage. When you feel sick we will continue to tip the flat board you are on to the side so you can vomit. You will be transported as soon as the vehicle that took one of your friends gets back. We are a small town and we have only so much help here. So, get comfortable as it may take a while.”
Laying there waiting Pam could hear the voices of the site seers around her. A policeman walked over and began to question her. “Miss, I need to ask you some questions. First of all, when they found you in the vehicle you were in a weird position. Did you not have your seat belt on?”
“I had my lap belt on but I was in the process of fixing my shoulder strap because it was rubbing my skin. I did not have it on properly. I had hesitated to adjust it when we pulled out of the lot near the ball game.”
“Well Miss that was not a great idea. That hesitation was quite risky as you can see. You could have been killed.”
In that moment Pam knew that her hesitation was unwise. She had injuries because of it. Her life was possibly going to be altered because of that moment she risked all. But, she was alive.
To quicken one’s heart, to set it aflutter, is to most an uncommon thing unless you are newly in love with the person of your dreams or a new parent gazing into the eyes of your child. Yet, I dare to challenge that which makes your heart flutter. In life there are many things that we take for granted. Living in Ohio we have the fall foliage every year, some of us look at the glory of the changing of the leaves and others only see the work ahead; having to rake and dispose of the leaves. Fall is in fact a natural tapestry of colors as is the twinkle of a ice storm mid winter. So many day to day things we have do not stir our hearts as they should. Think about a time when you traveled to an area and witnessed something commonplace there. How did you react to it? Did it quicken your soul as you admired the common place view for those who live there? Would it quicken your heart if you moved there and saw it daily for a year or more? How about a decade or more? Why is it that something new quickens our hearts so and then in time becomes the mundane, common place? Today I challenge you with this word prompt to see something through those rose colored glasses that you tossed aside years back. Look at your loved ones with the eyes of love you had so long ago. Look at things as God would see them. All things are made from the hand of God. Even a simple breeze that touches your cheek can quicken your heart. Look for those things so simple and yet so pure. Allow them to bask in all of their glory and touch you again in a new way. God bless. HUGZ