There Is A Plan

I had the music playing . . . “God will take care of you . . . ” and I thought of one of our hymns.
 
Why O my soul,those anxious cares?
Why thus cast down with doubts and fears?
How canst thou want if God provide?
Or lose thy way with such a good Guide?
 
. . .Did ever trouble yet befall,
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He notHis promised passed
That thou shalt overcome at last?
 
He who has helped me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to His Praise.”
 
I just need to breathe! I am not sure of my travels and what I am to do with my days since I have retired. I don’t know exactly where they writing will lead me? If it leads me anywhere, but to MY heart. I do know that God has a plan.
 
Jeff Japinga’s prayer: Your guidance is real today. God,open my eyes and heart to those unexpected places of your leading.
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WONDERING. . .Walk Down Life’s Road

Psalm 73:26 “ Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.  Whom have I in heaven but thee? . . . my flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.”

 

I ponder why Satan attacks me with doubt, fear, and worry.  He keeps coming back from time to time. I have realized that I am his easy target. . . I am weak and insecure.  I told this to a fellow teacher once, and she laughed– until she saw the seriousness on my face. . . I work really hard to not let others see my doubts and fears. I try to be strong for others.

 

In my early years, Mom said that I was determined like Curious George!  I was pretty self assured when I was really little. I am told.  When I was three or four, I sat on Rich’s Uncle Wayne’s lap . . .the first he came to Mom and Dad’s house after church.  I got right in his face and said, “Hi! My name is Johnson. What is yours?”  Mom was mortified.

 

Then at ten, I was convinced by a family “friend” that I was a NOBODY!  At twelve some of my classmates convinced me even more.  Words were hard to overcome.  But God’s voice said not be convinced by Satan’s army. . . God said not to let anyone make me feel that way! He loved me. . . and would never leave me alone! . . . I have been trying ever since to put on the armor and walk on down the road of life. W O N D E R-ing every day why we all can’t just be friends and help others on down the road with a smile and a good word.

Veterans Day

My husband ( U.S.A. Air Force/Vietnam)  and I worked together to plan the school’s Veterans Day program. . . even after his death, I worked with love to prepare each year.  Veterans, family, and friends sent many things throughout the year that I might want to share.  These are two powerful ones that I found today.  Thank you Veterans for your service to our country.

Major Sullivan Ballou wrote to his wife, hoping to return from battle to her and their sons. . . “If I do not, my dear Sarah, when my last breath escapes me, it will whisper your name. I shall always be near you, in the gladdest days and the darkest nights. And if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath. Do not mourn me dead, think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.” Major Ballou was killed seven days later in the Babble of Bull Run.
 
Fay Angus’ prayer is beautiful! “Around the world, night and day, those in the armed forces stand watch for us. Oh, Blessed Lord, be their strength, their courage, their protector and their shield. For those who have endured, who still serve in hospitals and on battle fields of their own daily lives, be their peace, their comfort, their hope”
 
THANK YOU VETERANS!

Things Are Not Always What They Seem

   Things are not always what they seem. When we went to Rich’s ten year reunion, some came up and said that they thought he was a snob, because he never talked to anyone.  WOW!  Anyone that knew Rich, would laugh at that . . . he was just shy and stayed away from drama.  

Sometimes we put on a “mask” and just let people see what we want them to see. Things are not always what they seem.  

    We as teachers do need eyes in the back of our heads and ears that tune into the little things.  Do we see students that don’t fit in the small desk and chairs.? We tell them to sit up and pay attention, but do we understand that their parents are in jail or gone?  Do we understand that they haven’t a clue as to what we are doing but just don’t know how to ask for help. . . Do we understand that their is no food at home? Or twelve people are living in their house and it is too noisy to sleep. . . or they have been abused???  

     Things are not always what they seem. . . talk softer, make our students feel safe!  Let them know how we care and we make mistakes often.  Love knows no failure!  Guide, love, nurture

. . . sometimes things are just not what they seem!

 

     Micah 6:8 . . . “what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God.”  May I always remember things are not always what they see. . . and show love and mercy to my students first and foremost!  They may not remember what I taught them

. . . but they will remember how i made them feel. . . loved and special!

 

Dad . . . Still Singing Songs

Anyone that knew Dad, knew that he loved to sing and had a beautiful bass voice . . . to list all his favorite songs would take many pages.  He won a singing contest at the nursing home singing Amazing Grace. The Taylor University choir was visiting on another day. Someone told one of the students that it was Dad’s birthday.  She came over and asked, “John can we sing happy birthday to you?”  Dad smiled and said, “That would be great, but I’d rather you sing Amazing Grace.”  She turned to tell the others but before they could start, Dad started singing.  Soon everyone one joined it. . . it sounded like a choir of angels. The gal came back over to him and said, “ You really can sing!”  Dad chuckled and replied proudly. . . “I have been singing all my life!”

 

Another favorite. . .

Take My Hand Precious Lord

 

When my way groweth drear
Precious Lord linger near

When my life is almost gone;

Hear my cry, hear my call,

Hold my hand lest I fall,

Take my hand precious Lord,

Lead me home.

 

. . . .Nearing life journey’s end,

By my Guide, be my Friend,

Give me strength Lord,

To overcome,

I’ll not go alone,

For by grace I’m Thine own

Take my hand, precious Lord,

Lead me home!

 

Precious Lord, take my hand,

Lead me on, let me stand

I am tired, I am weak,

I am worn.

Thru the storm, thru the night,

Lead me on to the light.

Take my hand precious Lord,

Lead me home~~~~4/18/15

Charity. . . What Can You Do?

Charity. . .  I Corinthians 13 praises charity. Dad loved this chapter. . . I can have knowledge and faith thinking that is really good stuff, but if I have not charity. . . I am NOTHING!  . . .
“Charity suffereth long and is kind. . . it is not puffed up. . . it is not easily provoked.  Charity never faileth. . . And now abideth faith, hope and charity, these three, but the greatest is charity.”

 

A giving heart is a wonderful thing to have. There are so many needy people in  our communities.  They are all in need of different things.  It isn’t always money.  TIME. . . what can you give? Mentoring our students. . . helping them read, practice math and spelling. What a wonderful gift.  Hike through Mounds Park, sit and visit on a porch. . . just be with them. Play games. That is a gift. Helping others get groceries, mow yards, trim bushes, wash windows, clean house. . . all those are such needed gifts.

 

KIND WORDS. . .notes, cards, and letters are a dying treasure.  Send them to a nursing home, veterans, and people in your community. There are refrigerators that need children’s drawings. . . that will bring a smile and lift a spirit.  Let them know they are special and appreciated.

 

MONEY  and charity are not synonymous. . . but just one form of charity.  We all have our special organizations that have touched our lives that we make our donations.  It was during our first few years of marriage that I would pay bills on Saturday night.  A portion of what was left was given to the church.  I thought this was what God would think responsible, taking care of the family.  Sometimes it was more and sometimes it was much less.  But one of our ministers spoke on giving to the church should be first and all else would fall into place.  I began paying more money, a constant amount. . . the other bill have always just fell into place.

 

We have a wonderful, giving community.  Home Ec Clubs, church organizations, and individuals have supported our lunch program for students that need help.  School supplies are plentiful too.  You would be surprised how many glue sticks and pencils it takes for a year.  We have volunteers that help with after school homework or eat lunch with students that just need a friend.

 

What can you do?. . . the greatest is charity!

Thus Far. . .

Thus Far . . .

 

Monday was a beautiful day.  Yuri and I were enjoying the morning in the gazebo. . . dew on the grass sparkled like diamonds.  Birds were  singing a beautiful aria. A gentle breeze was fluttering the flag quietly. . . I pondered. . . a hymn, one of my favorites.

 

Thus far the Lord has led me on:

His power prolongs my days.”

 

What did he see in me that He would give me life –twice?? He continues to give me strength for the day, for the battles of the world.

 

“And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorials of His grace.”

 

Every night when I lay my head on my pillow, I thank God for my church, my wonderful family, my great country, my friends. I thank God for His love, grace, and mercy.

 

I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head.

While well appointed angels

Keep their watchful

Stations round my bed.

 

In vain the sons of earth or hell

Tell me a thousand frightful things,

My God in safety makes me dwell

Beneath the shadow of His wings.”

 

Worries and fears have often plagued me throughout my life.  Am I good enough — as a person? A wife? A mom? A teacher? A friend? I always seem to fall short.  Would Rich survive? Would the girls be okay? Could I go on alone/ The list goes on and on and on.  But I have found whenever I look up, put one foot in front of the other, God is by my side–Never to leave me alone.

 

Much of my time has run to waste.

And I, perhaps, am near my home;

But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

 

Thus far the Lord has led me on.”