A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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I got dogged for writing about HALLOWEEN yesterday.  I was called a sympathizer for the devil, uncommitted to Christ and a false witness for God.  Well, say what you will of me – but I was raised in an age of innocence when going door to door saying TRICK-OR-TREAT was a wholesome, albeit calorie laden activity.  I was not raised to have anything to do with darkness, I assure you.  When I was a kid – it was all about the candy, homemade popcorn balls and Mrs. Guffy’s famous Ghostie cookies.  THAT’S ALL it was about.  Now…  can we move on because boy do I have a testimony FOR THE LORD that will give the devil a BIG BLACK EYE!

You know I’m diabetic.  I try not to make a big deal out of it, but I’ve been a type 2 diabetic since 1994.  I’m all too familiar with the dreaded HIGH blood sugar, but hardly have a LOW.  Yesterday, however, I was battling low blood sugar!  Since I’m diabetic, we chose not to buy any Halloween candy because we don’t have that many children in our neighborhood who actually Trick-or-Treat door to door.  They get together and go to the mall.

So I’m thinking, “Oh great!  I could legally have a candy bar – and we don’t have any!”  I try to keep glucose tabs in the house or gel, but I didn’t have either one.  Everything in our house is diabetic-friendly.  We don’t even keep a smidge of sugar here.

I hate low blood sugar – I can’t think straight and I feel as though my insides are just going to fall apart – some of you can relate.  I drank a little buttermilk and ate a piece of bread.  Usually bread or a carbohydrate will raise it up.  It just was not working.

Then I did something really radical…  I PRAYED.  Don’t laugh…  but I asked God for a candy bar.

I want you to know that God can use ANYTHING and ANYONE to provide.  He used the fact that it was Halloween to help me out of a real bind.  There are little girls across the street (we call them our angels).  They occasionally bring nice little gifts to our door – ring the doorbell – and RUN away!  It’s so cute!

I’m not joking – about 2 minutes after I sincerely asked God to help me out – the doorbell rang.  We opened the door, and there was a bucket full of snack-size Milky Way bars.  Attached to the bucket handle was a mylar balloon with a happy face on it!  A sweet card was stuck in the side of the bucket.  Our angels came through!

So…  for those who think my post yesterday was somehow evil – you know what?  You don’t really know me, do you?  Isn’t it amazing in this day of faceless, impersonal cyber communication, we feel we have the right to completely judge a person for sharing a few precious Halloween memories from a bygone era???  Really???  Well, shame on you!

When I was a child – I enjoyed the day, the candy, the popcorn balls and Mrs. Guffy’s famous Ghostie cookies.  I refuse to apologize for the post.  I won’t.  God’s Holy Spirit has not checked me about the choice – and He won’t because He understands the MOTIVE behind what I wrote.  All you see is a kid in a costume.  I see myself and my dad having so much fun with my mom’s make-up and jewelry – trying to look like clowns!  Shame on anyone who would wag their finger at me for sharing childhood innocent fun!

I love the Lord with everything in me.  I intend to serve Him in any capacity I can no matter what circumstances I find myself in.  I wanted to share this special example of GOD’S FAITHFULNESS and HIS PROVISION in my life.  Thank You, Lord!  🙂

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ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

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On October 6, 1961, President John F. Kennedy advised Americans to build fallout shelters. I was only 6 months old, but my daddy made sure our house had a fallout shelter. Bomb shelters had to be built a certain way with specific features. It was more involved than building a tornado shelter and they were not inexpensive to build. When others in the neighborhood were buying fancy new cars and putting nice new furniture in their homes, my dad was building a bomb shelter to keep his family safe. It was not large or fancy, but cold and damp with a distinct sort of musty odor. If the civil defense sirens had sounded, the entire neighborhood would have clamored to get in to our dank little shelter.

Thank God the bomb shelter was only used to hide from Mother Nature’s tornadoes and not from the big bomb everyone was dreading. Was it worth it to be prepared? Of course. In my dad’s mind, it was more important to protect his family than to parade around the neighborhood in a brand new Cadillac or have a new color television set.

We welcomed the neighborhood in to our shelter when the tornado sirens sounded, but it was quite cramped when everyone was there. We sat there shivering, shoulder to shoulder, quietly listening to the transistor radio for the latest weather report. Even as a small child I remember thinking,

We could be here as long as it takes a tornado to come and go, but what if this was a bomb threat? There’s no way we could be stuck here like this for any length of time!

The neighbors got the same advice from President Kennedy that we got. Their priorities were mislaid or they just assumed they could come “live” in our shelter. While they were buying all those nice new things that, hello – if a bomb had been dropped – would surely be destroyed… my family drove an old car and we had an old black and white television. Daddy made much of our furniture, but I remember spending Saturday nights at the Bud Palmer auction, bidding on used furniture. We loaded it up and took it home in our pickup truck. No furniture trucks ever came to our house.

I’m proud of my parents! I’m also very VERY thankful we were not faced with a life or death situation in which we would have most certainly had to turn our friends and neighbors away from our shelter. Thank You, God! ❤

 

 

A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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LELA'S LILAC BUSH

Today I took a little trip back in time. I can do that because I am now officially old as dirt. If you’re young, just wait – your turn is coming! If you’re old like me, then you totally understand where I’m coming from.

The senses play tricks on us as we mature. About a week ago, I was scrolling through my news feed on facebook and saw the most beautiful photo of a lilac. My friend, Terri Boggs Rowe took the photo and I just had to ask permission to use it with a poem. She was kind to let me use the picture. It is the season for lilac bushes to look beautiful and smell awesome!

Lela and Wayne lived across the street from us. Wayne was a veteran of WWII and made his living working at a jewelry store. Lela was a very smart cookie; a no-nonsense person who did not take guff from anyone. She was friendly, but I don’t remember hearing her laugh. She was an accountant. They raised two kids – a boy and a girl. Their kids were ten years older than me, so by the time I came along, they were practically married and out of the house. Their son worked as a D.J. at our local skating rink and drove a 1956 Mustang in a sort of teal blue color. He eventually owned that skating rink and made a bundle!

Lela’s granddaughter was a year younger than me. I liked it when Mikki’s family came to visit because Mikki and I got to play. I was totally fine being an only child – I had (and have) an active and vivid imagination, but let’s face it, once in a while you just need a friend to play with.

I remember playing in Lela and Wayne’s front yard. The back yard was much larger, but for some reason we always stayed in the front. That beautifully shaped, light purple lilac bush had a marvelous scent that literally covered the entire front yard. Maybe that’s why we were so attracted… the perfume from the lilac bush.

Lela and Wayne are in the same cemetery my folks are in. I stop by there when I go to put flowers on mom and dad’s graves. I’ll never forget them; they were part of my childhood. ❤