MEMORIES OF HALLOWEEN

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When I was a kid, we had so much fun at the church Halloween parties!  One year I even helped the youth group set up a haunted house in the parsonage!  It wasn’t really that scary – but the old Victorian-style house lent itself to become a haunted house – and we did a good job making some interesting vignettes using pumpkins and black lights.  OK, we bought some of those really gross masks to use too.

It was a different time then – it was unheard of back then to think anyone would insert a razor blade into an apple – or other horrendous things that happen in today’s world.  I was blessed to live in a time when Halloween was just fun!  The world today is crazy and sick, but today I want to go back in time for just a little while.

We in NO WAY gave glory to the evil one…  quite the opposite!  When people came into our “haunted house” which was not really haunted – they left with a lovely tract that talked about the Savior of the world – Jesus Christ!  We will not know this side of heaven how many people may have actually been helped by us – but it’s not our job to keep track.  It’s our job to find opportunities to minister in any creative way we can.  It’s much like the popular TRUNK OR TREAT that many churches participate in today.

In 1967 I was Raggedy Ann.  The costume was not too bad, but who remembers those masks???  You couldn’t see or breathe – both of which come in handy, even when you’re six years old!  My dad and I were clowns in 1968 – and again, I wore the weird, suffocating mask!

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The black dress I wore with the witch costume belonged to my mom.  Granny LaVella made it for her, and with her blessing, she passed it to me for the costume!  The red skirt I wore as gypsy Lou was made of a very heavy material and blocked the night air beautifully – that and I wore long johns underneath it.  Granny also made it for my mom.  Funny thing is, when mom wore this dress and skirt, they were knee-length on her – on me they were floor length!

Of all the memories I hold dear, the best one is of my parents being involved in my life.  They always made sure I was  warm underneath those costumes because sometimes it got pretty cold out there.  And we walked around the neighborhood – house to house.

When we got home and dumped out our bags, we found some good stuff!  Mrs. Guffy down the street always made homemade popcorn balls for us.  Mrs. Hale made sure we all got a full size Hershey bar – a full size one!

The Verboom’s made sure we got to go trick-or-treating in a neighborhood in Valley Center, a small town about 5 miles north of Wichita.  Our parents were involved in our lives – big time!

Here’s a cute cartoon from 1929, directed by the great Walt Disney himself.  Enjoy!

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What was your favorite costume???  I liked being a witch – but only because I got to use make-up instead of wearing a mask.  I also liked the cool fake fingernails – long and scary – but hardly practical – LOL!!!  Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NATIONAL FIBROMYALGIA AWARENESS DAY

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GOD LOVES ME WHEN I HURT

The theme for 2015 is YOUR VOICE MATTERS.  MAKE FIBROMYALGIA VISIBLE.

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If only hugs didn’t hurt

The National Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Association sponsors activities and increase opportunities to take part.  Events extend throughout the world and through the month of May.

When people say, “But you look so good”, how do you reply?  Although comments like these are meant to be complimentary, they underscore the importance of speaking up about chronic pain illnesses.

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Feeling as fragile as the wings of a butterfly

 

Today, celebrate the victories and simple successes.  What have you overcome?  Do all you can to stay optimistic and positive as you deal with fibromyalgia and chronic pain.

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Remember 

 

Today, remember those lost to the disease and honor people who have fought or are fighting fibromyalgia and chronic pain.  Let a friend know that you care by making a phone call or sending a card.  It means so much to someone facing this daily challenge.

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Unlock as many doors as you possibly can

 

Today, unlock as many doors as you possibly can.  Have you found anything that brings relief?  Share your tips with others who are suffering, that they might try the same thing.  As we find answers along the way, we can also show support for others.

The best secret weapon I’ve found is Organo Gold Gourmet Black Coffee.  This wonderful instant coffee has eased my fibromyalgia symptoms significantly.

http://www.amazon.com/Organo-Gold-Gourmet-Black-Coffee/dp/B003CGJAIM 

Why drink Organo Gold Coffee?  Organo Gold 100% Certified Organic Ganoderma Lucidum provides the following benefits:

  • Increased energy and stamina.
  • Increases brain power.
  • rejuvenates and makes you feel young and alert.
  • Strengthens the organs for elimination of toxins.
  • Uncovers arteries.
  • Fights atherosclerosis and obesity.
  • Improves sexual performance.
  • Helps to treat anxiety and high blood pressure.
  • Helps with hepatitis bronchitis, flu, insomnia, asthma
  • Serves as an anti-inflammatory and anti-bacterial because it increases the activity o the immune system.
  • Strengthens the bones.
  • Destroys cancer cells.
  • Optimizes the use of oxygen in the body and improves sinusitis.
  • Cleanses the kidneys and liver.
  • Overall improvement of health and quality of life.

Organic Ganoderma contains vitamins, minerals, 150 antioxidants and 200 active elements.  No other herbal product comes close to these amounts!  For instance, green tea only has 11, and the best antioxidant food supplement on the market has only 30.

The days of suffering in silence are over.  It’s time to fight back and take action against a disease that has taken too much.  🙂

 

 

INTERNATIONAL BEREAVED MOTHER’S DAY

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So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.  – Job 2:13

This day was created in 2010 and it now falls on the first Sunday of May.  The movement is meant to honor the memory of children called to heaven.  It’s also a support of sorts for grieving mothers.  It’s one thing to have tragedy strike and lose a child, but it’s another to feel alone in your grief.

Parental grief is intense, long-lasting, and complex. The grief and the healing process contain similar elements for all bereaved parents.  Finding others in similar situations will help you move forward, but don’t let anyone rush you through the healing process.

You’re not alone.  If you think you are, click on the You Tube video, the Carly Marie Project Heal website, the facebook event page or the blog on BlogSpot.com.  I invite you to connect with any of these folks because the worst thing you can do is grieve alone.  Grieving with others online is really unique in that you can say as much as you want to – and back away and be alone when you need to be alone.  The support is there for you when you need it.

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http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2012/05/international-bereaved-mothers-day.html

https://www.facebook.com/events/662766127106038/

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I believe there is a special place in God’s heart reserved for those who have dealt with the loss of a child, or childlessness for any reason.  If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard someone say that it’s not natural for a parent to outlive their child, well – let’s just say I’d be wealthy.

Although we know in our minds that Mother’s Day is the day to show honor and respect for our own mother, I know it’s still a very difficult time for the childless.  Some years I can’t go to church on Mother’s Day.  Those who love me understand.  Those who don’t – well, I guess they don’t understand.

BLESS ME IN THIS PLACE

Take a moment to say a prayer for the childless, particularly the ones who lost children in death and are left here to search for purpose and meaning in life.

May God Himself bless you with comfort for your soul as only He can. 

 

 

A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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Have you ever felt the need to hide things from God? I have. It’s futile and useless to try because let’s face it – He is God and He does know! Sometimes I approach the throne of God in much the same way I enter a church building:

SMILES, EVERYONE… SMILES!!! – Mr. Rourke (Fantasy Island)

You know, the truth is, there is nobody we can be more “real” with than God. God knows us better than we know ourselves. He made us and is aware of our weaknesses and shortcomings. We are always to strive to be more like Jesus, but God knows we are human and will be until the day we die. He made us to commune with Him and fellowship with Him – to worship Him. Jesus died as a sacrifice so we could have a relationship with God, through Him.

Tell God what’s on your heart and mind.  Don’t keep sweeping the pain under the rug – or scooping more ice cream into your bowl.  I know it sounds silly to want to hide my feelings from God, but for years that’s exactly what I did.  If I just ate then the pain would leave – but that is a short-term fix. It also wrecked my health and I’m in a mess with type 2 diabetes as well.

Being angry at God is not cool – but I was. I was mad at God because I saw the most irresponsible couples have babies, yet I was not allowed to have one. Isolated and jealous of parents everywhere, I sat and ate all day. Eventually I decided to go back to work, but I kept food at my desk. I was still trying to make myself feel better. Did it work? No.

If you have feelings of anger toward God, tell Him. He can take it! God loves us so much and if we would just stop being scared of making God mad at us, we would save ourselves a lot of unnecessary heartache and health problems in life.

A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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WELL MASKED
The words of the heart surgeon still ring in my mind as though she spoke them yesterday.  She said:

DON’T YOU EVER CRY IN FRONT OF HIM AGAIN! I DON’T WANT YOU TO SPEAK NEGATIVELY AROUND HIM. DO NOT UPSET HIM OR RAISE YOUR VOICE TO HIM. WE CAN GET HIM THROUGH THIS, BUT IT’S UP TO YOU TO KEEP HIS SPIRITS UP FROM NOW ON. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Not one soul on this planet understands the pressure I have felt from that moment forward – not one. Yes, I know God gets it – we’ve talked a few million times.  If I don’t feel particularly positive, it makes me feel extremely guilty and I feel as though I have to put on this fake mask and just force myself to BE positive.  I can be positive or be quiet.

It’s not that I’m a negative person – but I’m not just all smiles and rainbows every day. I’ve just become this sort of nothing in particular – no real emotions shine through at all. I’m guarded and careful – and numb. Yes, madam surgeon – I understand. I can’t get angry or show any excitement of any kind. Yep – I get it.

So this is me. My emotions are in check and I’ve become calculated. I’m no longer the spontaneous person I used to be. I miss that person, but it’s okay.  Last week we went to a convention. I socialize in a sort of moderate way with people. I don’t talk too much and I listen when I’m spoken to. I don’t over-react to anything and I’ve been almost editing every syllable since my husband’s heart surgery.

We were sitting with friends at the hotel’s restaurant. I ordered a spinach salad and a glass of water. The salad was wonderful and quite large. I ate half and took half back to the room. The waitress came to our table with the box in one hand and the water pitcher in the other. She was trying to hand me the box and fill my water-glass at the same time – the glass spilled and the water (and ice) went right in my lap.

I just sat there. I really honestly showed no emotion. My friends were doing plenty of reacting on my behalf. I’m still walking through life with this emotionless mask on my face.  I do remember thinking, “Hey, I think I have the hang of this now.”  I mean everyone was commenting about how non-reactive I was.  Is it a good thing?  Well, good or bad – it is what it is.

The surgeon has spoken – and I must obey!