Wednesday, September 30, 2009
God, as a good parent, treats us the same way. In His Word we are given certain things we are to do and certain things we are to do. God does not give us these precepts in order to make us fearful but to keep us save from Satan. If we will read his Word and follow those precepts to the best of our ability, God's grace will take care of the rest. None of us can be perfect but we must do the best we can.
Don't fear God. Fear Satan and what he can do in your life. Look at the examples given in this poem and check to see how you are doing in the fear category.
On occasion, when I am asked to write for our church publication, Daybreak, the editor asks that I take the entire list of topics for the month, bringing them into some cohesive form and submit them in rhyme. Many times that is very hard to do and it is almost impossible to do it within the 200 word limit we are given. Most of the time leniency is given and he'll work in whatever I give him, even it he must give me a whole page. Thank you, Brother.
Again I’ve been given the wonderful task
Of taking the list we’ve been given,
Melting it down to"200" words
That will hopefully help us toward Heaven..
The title I’m given just doesn’t quite fit.
There are time that we are to fear.
Yet there are times when we should be calm
Just because our dear Father is near.
Let’s look for a moment as Abraham walked
Up the mount, his son by his side,
Knowing what God had commanded be done,
Yet knowing that God never lied.
With fear in his mind and love in his heart
He offered up Isaac with faith.
God stopped his hand and gave him a ram
To take his beloved son’s place.
Then there was Moses who knew near his death
That he’d never in Canaan get sight.
He spoke unto Joshua faithful and true
Telling him that God led the fight.
God spoke unto Jacob with words quite direct
Saying, Jacob you’ve nothing to fear,
For there’s no other God anywhere,
Not far from his home nor quite near.
There have been others whom God told to fear
For their hearts weren’t faithful and true,
Others who lived and walked on this earth
Never fearing God their whole lives through.
Moses told Pharaoh that he would not fear,
Transgressors are never afraid.
Then one thief on the cross said to the other,
Do you not fear the God of this day?
God has said to not fear in the present
Those who harm us in our lives below,
But to fear the God of all of this world
Who can destroy us both body and soul.
There are many more times when we are told
Of those who fear God and who don’t.
We’re told of those who live faithfully
And we’re told of others who won’t.
The one truth that flows in all of this
Is that fear isn’t meant to be ours.
At least not the fear that depresses our souls
Sending us quaking for hours.
God tells us if we will follow his Word
He will bless us beyond all our dreams.
He also says if we leave His commands,
We’ll be lost for all of eternity.
So am I to live my whole life in fear
Of what can happen to me?
Only so far as what might be done
While my body still chooses to breathe.
For since I am human I fear pain and loss.
I fear many treacherous things.
I cannot fear what comes after life
When my heart and my spirit will sing.
For God has promised that if I will walk
In the light of his precious Son,
He ever will cleanse me, make me like snow,
I will be a sanctified one.
If you are fearful of what is the now
Remember God always is here.
There’ll be a time in Heaven above
When there will be nothing to fear.
September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
My five words are:
WHY: Why do I blog? In April of this year I was introduced to blogging when my sister told me about a baby who was in need of our prayers. This baby was Jonah. His mother blogs about his struggles with EB here. After this introduction I started following a few more and decided that this might just be something I would enjoy. Most of my days are spent sitting in my big blue recliner in our bedroom, in our house, in Concord, NC. Since the latter part of 2006, I have been disabled with degenerative disc disease, rheumatoid arthritis, Sjogrens Syndrome, which is attacking my nervous system, along with a few other things that make it extremely hard and very painful for me to walk. Blogging lets me visit places all over the country and even the world. As of now I have been in many of the 50 states, England, Australia, and Romania. It sure beats just sitting in my room all day.
RUN: Running is something that I sure wish I could still do. Many of my fond memories of playing with my children involve playing outdoors. We spent many hours at the pool, time playing tag and hide-and-go-seek, and hunting for fireflies in our own yard. Many of my grandchildren can remember when I played with them too but the little ones will only remember me in a wheel chair. We still build memories reading books, watching movies, etc. It would be wonderful if I could see them more often.
TULIP: Tulips are among my favorite flowers. Along with daffodils they are the first signs of spring and I love spring because it means the end of cold weather. There are a lot of people who don't like the heat of summer but even though it can be hard to handle some days it is much better than the increase in pain that comes with the cold. Even with my health problems, I am so blessed above and beyond a lot of people.
POEM: Terra, you made me laugh with this one. Poetry is among my very favorite things. As any of you who have read my blog know I love to both write and read poetry. For me it is so much easier to put my feelings down when I can do it in rhyme. From the time I was a little girl I have been fascinated with words. I can remember while traveling finding an object in the distance and then trying to match it with as many rhyming words as I could.
LAUGH: Although there are many, many things I cannot do I can still laugh. Laughter is one of God's greatest blessings. In John 15:11 Christ says that, "These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that you joy might be full." What a wondrous thing that our Savior not only wants us to be joyful but that He wants us to have His joy and wants our joy to be full. We have so very much for which to be thankful. No matter what our physical, emotional or financial state we are assured that if we follow in the steps of Christ we will have a home in Heaven where there will be no more pain, suffering or tears. Thank you Father.
Remember if you want five words of your own to incorporate in a post just leave me a comment. This is a wonderful way for us to share with each other and for me to learn a little more about what makes you tick.
Have a wonderful week.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Kat, here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. My friends, I ask that you take a minute and visit her. It will be well worth your time. God Bless your continued work through your blogs.
There's a blog I have been reading
Comes from California way.
It has the title Heart2Heart
The girl that writes it, Kat's her name.
When you open up her blog
There's a logo she has picked
All in pink and purple
With a background black as pitch.
She's posting a journal of 2009
With logs of fun and laughter.
There're one hundred thirteen readers
Who her blog do follow after.
Kat shares some awesome pictures
Then she writes about every one,
Sometimes with a bit of twist
To keep us reading 'til she's done.
Just like many other bloggers
She has some special days.
But that's to be expected
We all learn our blogging ways.
Her "holidays" are Thankful Thursdays
Where we can share all God has done.
Then there are Friday Funnies
That keep you laughing on the run.
Then on Saturday she has a gift
Her Blog Award of the week.
When she finds a blog she likes
She asks us to take a peek.
On top of this she reads a book
Then gives us a review
So we can have good reading
Knowing that we'll read it through.
The list of blogs she follows
Is longer than any I've seen.
I'm proud to be among them
She leaves comments that are never mean.
Special days aren't all she posts,
There are often household tips.
She too shares vital scriptures
With her thoughts from heart and lips.
If you haven't guessed by now
This blog is one I truly like.
Kat is truly special
With one of the best blogs "down the pike".
My recommendation unto you
Is to take the time to see
All that she has to offer,
Your pleasure will be guaranteed.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
I AM ECSTATIC!!!
My new laptop computer is here, just in case you hadn't figured that out. I'll be able to work from my recliner. That means that even on days when I can't get up I'll at least be able to read the blogs I follow even if I'm not thinking well enough to write.
We heard the doorbell ringing
Then Pat went out to see.
He came in from the front porch
With a box, he said for me.
He opened it quite quickly.
He could tell I wanted him to.
There's so much I want to say.
There's so much I want to do.
It means so very much to me
To have this wondrous tool.
However, I have much to learn
It's like being back in school.
If my plans come to fruition
I'll be able to work much more
Sharing with you what's in my heart
Trust me, there's much in store.
Thank you God for answering
My prayer about this matter.
Thank you Pat for helping to
Make your wife even gladder.
My friends you'll never, ever know
How much this means to me.
All I can say to those who care
Is to come and read and see.
Monday, September 21, 2009
This is a picture of me and my Daddy Ralph when I was four years old. The curls are all natural and even though this picture is black and white you can see that some of my physical characteristics came from Mama's side of the family. My hair was jet black and my eyes just as black. Unfortunately, for some reason, my hair lightened and my eyes changed to hazel. The curls have also relaxed. When I was a teen I used to iron them out. Now I wish I had them back.
My Daddy Ralph
Many of my memories
Of the man who wore this name
Were shared with me by others
When ‘round the table we all came.
Daddy Ralph was Mama’s Daddy
He stood tall and was quite lean.
To me he was quite handsome
With hair and eyes of ebony.
When he would come to visit
He would spoil me from the start.
A baby doll as big as me
Was the first gift from his heart.
In fact it was so near my size
That with it he played a trick.
Wrapped up in my baby quilt
Tossed to my Daddy, he turned quite sick.
He didn’t come real often.
When he did the time was grand.
He would take me on a car drive
Or a walk when I’d hold his hand.
My very favorite place to be
When he’d come just us to see
Was sitting up on lofty high
Taking rides upon his knee.
If I was not sitting on his lap
It was sure I’d be quite near.
He never got out of my sight
Unless he left when I couldn’t hear.
Happy were the times we shared
But too soon he was all gone.
I’d just turned eleven
When he suddenly went home.
We didn’t get to say goodbye.
We didn’t know his heart was failing.
Where I picture him today
Is with me behind him trailing.
I love you Daddy Ralph.
September 21, 2009
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
Friday, September 18, 2009
Waiting with bated breath,
We stand, barely speaking.
Hoping to see a sight
Eyes wide, not through slits peeking.
They stand so straight and tall,
Hands held as if they’re reaching.
Slept from sunrise ‘til sunset,
Woke when moonbeams came teasing.
Yesterday’s labors faded
Thrown in a heap on the ground.
Those watching and waiting
Make now, not even a sound.
Summer breezes glowing,
Kiss their little hands still closed.
Softly now they open,
Spread fingers as if a rose.
Skin the palest yellow,
A heart that’s holding its seed.
First one works its beauty,
Others then share the lead.
Do I speak of children
Waking from their slumber,
Garden gnomes and fairies
In the yard doing tumbles?
Am I watching young ladies
Donning their hats and gloves?
Can I speak of tall gents
Bringing gifts to their loves?
Now, I really must tell you
I’ve not written of those.
I’m sharing with you folks
The magical night blooming primrose.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 18, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Isn't he one of the most beautiful babies you have ever seen.
Congratulation, Josh and Glenna, and we wish for you a life full of love, happiness, joy, peace and all of the other wonderful blessings you will be given.
I Love you,
Mom, aka Mimmy
FOR JOSH & GLENNA
Marriage joins a man and his bride
Through love and a blessing from God.
Attraction may be the first they felt
But it grows as life’s path they trod.
Resting in all the love they share,
The faith, joy and thankfulness too,
Rounded out in the trials of life,
What they learn as they conquer these blues.
Inside of their hearts the love of God
That keeps them safe and secure,
Along with a love of their families
Who led them to this place in life’s tour.
Growing each day in this security
Leads them to a goal ever blessed.
Every day there’s a home full of love
More splendid than they ever had guessed.
Joyce Smith, September 12, 2009
Love to you both,
Mom & Pat
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Charlie and Ellie introduced themselves to me, wanting to be of assistance. The next day, Ellie took Pat and me to his radiation appointment. After that trip, they became our regular taxi service. You get to know people real quick when you ride with them in the cab of a pick-up truck and sit with them in a doctor's waiting rooms. Much of the time, Ellie was the driver. When she had other things on her calendar, Charlie picked up the slack. These trips included not only Pat's doctor's offices but the drug store, grocery store, grandkids' schools, grandkids' doctors, grandkid's orthodontist, my doctors, and anywhere else we needed to go.
I'll never forget one trip we made to the grocery store. Charlie drove that day and Hali went with us. We went to one of those "self service" grocery stores where you put in a quarter to get your cart and have to "bag" your own groceries. Hali was packing up the groceries before checkout was completely done and Charlie couldn't get over how well and quickly she got all of our groceries boxed up. He wanted to know if he could hire her to go to the store with him. She said no, but she'd do it for free. She is such a sweetheart as are all of our grandchildren. We do however, have a special place for the three that lived with us for quite a while.
Getting back to Charlie and Ellie, it was not long after Pat won his battle with cancer that we found out Ellie had cancer and that she was not going to win her battle, at least not here on earth. One of the most wonderful things about Ellie was her sense of humor. Their truck was one of those great big trucks that you need a step ladder to get into. My arthritis made it quite difficult for me to climb into the thing. After two or three trips of watching me struggle, Ellie got behind me, put one hand on each "cheek" and gave me a push. It worked so well that the practice was continued, but only when Ellie drove. The first time it was necessary for her to take Pat to the doctor without me, the first thing she said when they got back was that she had not touched Pat's "booty" but had only lifted him by his belt loops. As thin as he was at that time, that would have been all it took.
Much of the time Ellie was in the hospital, she was not allowed visitors outside of family. Because of that, I didn't get to say goodbye to her personally. I had to tell her goodbye in some fashion, so here is my goodbye to Ellie.
Of My Friend Ellie
It shames me that I have to say
That my friend Eleanor,
Was just a face midst those who sat
In the pews when open the doors.
One Sunday she came up to me,
Should have been the other way round.
She said for me to let her know
If I needed help in any sort found.
It seemed that those I chose to call
Had always been the same.
The next time that we had to go
To the doctor I chose her name.
At that time life consisted
Of daily trips for Pat’s radiation,
On the days that Ellie drove
Our hearts were full of elation.
Getting me into the "monster" truck
Was no little undertaking.
Once I had just one foot in
Ellie made sure the rest did make it.
She’d put one hand on each hiney cheek,
Then give me a gentle, firm shove,
I was soon not on the ground
But in our taxi filled with love.
On the days that I was unable
To with Pat make the trip,
She promised me that belt loops
Were as close as she came to hips.
We soon began to sit and chat
About the wonderful West Virginia
Where we both had ties to loved ones
You just can’t forget it once it’s in ya.
They would pick the kids up from their schools
When to the doctor they needed to go,
Would take us to the grocery
When the pantry was getting low.
I could never ever begin to count
All the wonderful times we shared,
When she and Charlie took us
Not from duty, but out of care.
The trips were full of laughter,
Brotherly love and fun.
That truck was never quiet
When in the "cab" we made a run.
When we heard that she was very ill
In the hospital for a stay
She was added to my prayer list
For each and every day.
Soon I heard she’d not recover
My friend would soon be gone,
I thought of all the times she helped
Wondering then if it was at a cost.
We surely were not the only ones
That she and Charlie had aided.
I knew from watching my Mama pass
She’d had pain long before she stated.
She never complained or murmured
At least not that I ever heard,
When she spoke to me of others
It was always with a kind gentle word.
So Ellie my friend, though I’ll miss you,
I would never have you return
To the life of pain and anguish
That was ahead of you here on earth.
I only regret I was not there
At the end of your journey of love,
To give you a great big "bootie push"
To your home with our Father above.
Your heart felt friend,
P.S. My blogging friend, Country Mom, received two awards and she is passing them along to all of those who are followers of her blog. Go and check it out. There are a few questions that need to be answered with only one word. Here they are. It's harder than you think it will be. Just answer the questions, link back to her blog, and if you are one of her followers, it is my understanding that she passes along the "Over The Top" and "Blogger Buddy" awards. Thanks Country Mom and hope you are having a super week.
1. Where is your cell phone? Bedroom
2. Your hair? Brown
3. Your mother? Heavenly
4. Your father? Loving
5. Your favorite food? Sherbet
6. Your dream last night? None
7. Your favorite drink? Water
8. Your dream/goal? Heaven
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Poetry
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Prayer is very important to me. It would be super if I could tell you I spend hours in prayer, but many of my prayers are one liners said at the time of need. If I get a call or see something in the church bulletin that requires prayer I address it right them. Otherwise, I'll forget. That sounds terrible, but I'm on a great amount of medication that affects my memory. There are times when I'm trying to pray that I will completely lose my train of thought. The same things happens when I am writing. Often, I'll compose my blog while in my big comfy chair so that it will be written when I come out to "type".
Right now I'm working on a very, very short autobiography. It will consist of either two or three posts. It all depends on how specific I get with details. Hopefully, I'll be able to start sharing it with you in a few days.
Thank you for your kind comments and for caring.
Quiet! Be Still.
I woke up this morning
With the sun shining bright,
No cares in my heart
To share or recite.
To my own special chair
I started to go,
To speak with my Master
Whom I love ever so.
Then the telephone rang
‘Twas a good friend of mine
With a problem that needed
Much more of my time.
On the way back home
The announcers blared,
Of the war and of those
For whom we love and care;
Of robbery & murder.
Of rape and much more
That covered the sun
With gray clouds galore.
In my heart the winds
Were blustering cold,
The storm grew deeper
More scary and bold.
The thought came to me,
"Where is the bright sun
That was there so blazing
As this day had begun?"
At home I did cuddle
In my own special chair
Where I’d started this day
In calm, breezy air.
There I call to my Lord,
He said, "Peace be still",
In the quiet of darkness
My heart softly filled.
With the twinkle of starlight,
The glow of the moon,
The knowledge that only
God has the right tune.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 24, 2007
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Right now, I'm going to share with you a poem that I wrote in January 2006. In looking through many poems I have written over the last few years this one struck me as one I wanted to share. Hopefully it too will strike a cord in your heart.
Hoping to "see" you very soon.
They say that reputation
Is what people think of us;
That character’s what’s really there
Beneath the frills and fuss.
So it makes a lot of sense to me
That if this is the case,
Making them both look the same
I could always wear one face.
Since character’s what’s deep inside,
That’s where I need to start,
Then what folks see from day to day
Comes from within my heart.
I’ll start out with my faith in God
Add virtue to the pot.
Then heap on lots of knowledge,
Give restraint a special spot.
To this I’ll add some patience,
Some godliness for sure,
Top it off with kindness;
I think I’ve found the cure.
I’ll stir it up and work it
Then tie it with a bow,
A bow of love, which is the best
This you must surely know.
When all of these are right in place
My character’s in line,
Something tells me deep in side
My reputation will be fine.
I mustn’t quit at this point
Or I’ll surely pay the cost,
For all of these I’ve added
Can be very simply lost;
If they are not worked on daily
And allowed to do their part
To keep me in my Father’s hand
Making me pure of heart.
Based on II Peter 1: 3-11
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith