It’s Palm Sunday

I love the hymns of the church, and I don’t apologize for saying it.  Call me old-fashioned, but I miss hearing some of the more traditional music in the church.  The truth is, if we’re praising King Jesus with our whole hearts, the style of music is really pretty petty, Amen?  It’s bad enough the U.S. government is acting immature – the church needs to rise above and grow up.  There’s room for the new styles alongside the old.  Just praise King Jesus!  It isn’t about you – it’s about HIM.

With all my heart, I will praise the LORD.  Let all who are helpless, listen and be glad.  Psalm 34:2

All who are helpless…  the more we learn about our Lord, the more we realize that we are helpless.  Listen means stop talking.  Hear His Word and let it pierce your heart and mind.  Ponder what His Word is saying to you.  Pondering does not require conversation.  Ponder means to think – just leave it in your brain and let it wander around a bit.  Ponder.  Some people would call it over thinking.  I say nope – I’m pondering.  If pondering was good enough for Mary (the mother of Christ), it’s sure good enough for me.

To be glad means we should accept the joy that God wants to give us.  Remember, joy is not dependent on circumstances like happiness is.  I can be happy that the snow has melted, but if there is snow on the ground, I can have the joy of the Lord and rejoice in Him all day long.

One of the best parts of being a Sunday School teacher is helping kids get ready for a play.  There’s nothing more cute in the world than watching little ones in a Christmas or Palm Sunday / Easter play!  So sweet!

If you’re a new follower to this blog…  last Palm Sunday, Lucinda Berry Hill and I wrote a story about Daisy’s colt.  Check it out: https://hearthungerblog.wordpress.com/2017/04/05/daisys-colt/

In my experience, I have learned one thing…  when you line the kids up, you only give palm branches to the kids in the FIRST row – for obvious reasons.  Yes, you guessed it…  the kids in the second row will start bopping the kids in the first row with the branches.  Take that one to the bank.  It’s gonna happen!  LOL!  Why, yes, I did learn that the hard way – and it’s so much easier to give them the palm branches than to ask to have them back.  Tears and screaming…  sigh.  No – not them… – ME!

Oh sing unto Jehovah a new song: Sing unto Jehovah, all the earth. Sing unto Jehovah, bless his name; Show forth his salvation from day-to-day. Declare his glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples. For great is Jehovah, and greatly to be praised: He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols; But Jehovah made the heavens. Honor and majesty are before him: Strength and beauty are in his sanctuary. Ascribe unto Jehovah, ye kindreds of the peoples, Ascribe unto Jehovah glory and strength. Ascribe unto Jehovah the glory due unto his name: Bring an offering, and come into his courts.  Oh worship Jehovah in holy array: Tremble before him, all the earth.  – Psalm 96:1-9

Grab a palm branch and try to resist the temptation to bop your neighbor with it.  It’s not a Christmas gift wrap tube, ya know.  That’s what I used to tell the kids – lol.  One time, I even brought some leftover Christmas gift wrap tubes in to the church so the kids could just get it out of their systems before I gave them the branches – that’s actually a better solution – and I even had fun!  We had a bee-bopping good time in the fellowship center.

I have a special surprise for you!  My friend, Geri Ehrlich, wrote the sweetest children’s story and I want to share it with you today.

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The Broken Wing – by Geri Ehrlich, March 2018

One day, a small boy found a baby bird caught between the branches of a tree.  He quickly freed the trapped creature, but could see that her wing had been broken.

Over the next few weeks, the boy tended the bird and soon her wing was healed and she broke out in joyful flight, fluttering her wings as she encircled her new friend, bringing great delight to the boy.

For many days, the boy and the bird laughed and played under the tree that had trapped her a short time ago.

One day, the boy grew tired and fell asleep.  The bird also grew tired – of watching him sleep, and flew off to new adventures.

Soon, far away from the one who rescued her, she became trapped again.  But, this time, it was a net – not a branch that hindered her freedom.  Suddenly, a big, rough hand tightened around her delicate body.  She was torn from the net, placed in an iron cage, and taken even farther away from her boy.

When the boy awoke, he frantically searched for his friend, but she was nowhere to be found.

After many years, the boy grew to become a man.  As he grew, his heart grew sick for want of the little bird.

Then, one day, a pigeon happened by and took pity on the man.  She listened as the man told her of his long-lost friend.

So, the pigeon, determined to find the bird, took flight in search of her.

At last, the pigeon found the bird – locked in a cage, high in a tower.  When the little bird learned of her sick friend, she pushed, shoved, and pried at the bars.  They would not move.  The pigeon tried to free the bird by pecking at the lock.  And even though the lock had begun to rust due to the bird’s many tears, the lock would not budge.

Sadly, they both knew that the little bird could not be freed.  So, the pigeon flew back to the sick-hearted man and told him what she had seen.

Meanwhile, the little bird was left to cry alone in her cage.

The man was sad to hear that his little friend was locked away.  He longed to go to her, but his weak body kept him from even getting out of bed.

For many days and nights, the pigeon carried messages between them.  Each time, the lock was tried.  And each time, it would not budge, leaving the little bird to cry alone.

But, after a while, and with much crying, the lock rusted through.  The little bird struggled to twist off the latch and she was free!

Now, she flew as fast as she could back to her boy.  Overjoyed when she reached him, she fluttered all around him, brushing his heart with the wing he had tended so long ago.

And… then something magical happened.  The man’s sick heart began to heal.  Soon, his strength returned and he was able to stand and walk again.

This made the little bird so happy that she broke into beautiful song; fluttered about even more, fanned out her tail feathers for all to see.  Just watching her made the man’s heart burst with gladness and he, too, began to sing and dance around.

Many years have come and gone.  But, if you listen… you can still hear the melody of the man and the little bird floating amongst the tree tops.  And, if you look closely, you can still see them dancing and fluttering among the swirling leaves.

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Isn’t that sweet???  I really like it.  I hope Geri will put illustrations with it soon!  🙂

 

 

 

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DARE DAY

TL 6-1 DARE DAY

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Aging is something out of a Stephen King novel!  Scary does not begin to describe it.

From a very early age, I wanted to be scared.  I think that I wanted an emotional engagement with something that was safe, something I could pull back from.  – Stephen King

Today is DARE DAY!!! I feel as though Mother Nature has just issued me the greatest dare of them all: I DARE YOU TO GROW OLD GRACEFULLY. You know what? I’m gonna take her on – I’m sure gonna do my best to accept that dare and be the most graceful old lady ever!

I’d rather have a few laugh lines than worry warts!  – Unknown

My mother used to tell me it was her greatest wish to “grow old gracefully”. If my mother was alive today, I would ask her to have a seat on my sofa and I would apologize to her for not being a better friend to her as she got older.

I would tell her – “Oh mom – NOW I understand how you felt! I know not only the physical symptoms (which are horrific) but also the emotional symptoms that you try to stop in their tracks, but somehow can’t.”

This is nothing like anything I’ve experienced before in my life. I want to tell people, “Please PLEASE have patience with me. This is unfamiliar turf – uncharted territory!!! I’ve never BEEN this old before, so I’m not very good at it yet. Give me a little time to adjust. I’ll do better, I promise!”

I’d like to go see this show!

Back in the 1990’s, doctors could hardly wait to put their menopausal patients on hormone replacement therapy. They were chomping at the bit to shove those drugs at you. But over the past decade, doctors have realized that these treatments were causing more harm than good for their patients. My doctor is flatly refusing to discuss hormone replacement therapy with me.

I wish I could carry a sign around with me that says, “If I am cranky please forgive me – I just lost my entire supply of estrogen and did not realize how important it was – until it was all gone!”

Estrogen must have kept me sane and emotionally balanced. Again, roughly ten years ago, it seemed that estrogen was the proverbial “fountain of youth”. They have completely changed their opinion about that as well. In spite of books, such as the popular book written by Suzanne Somers entitled, “Sexy Forever” which opened a new discussion about the more safe alternative called bioidentical hormone therapy. From all I have read and heard, this is a good alternative for a woman who has a great deal of money to spend. Women like me can’t afford to go that route.

This does not sound like something that would be covered by my insurance plan. If you are a successful actress, then go for it. If you are a plain person like me, then perhaps a better alternative is to just ride the wave and try to keep a positive attitude . That, by the way, is easier to say when I am not in the middle of a hot flash! Wow – would somebody please get me out of this toaster??? Excuse me, but there is a volcano erupting inside me – could somebody call 911???

I’m beginning a brand new chapter in my life. I don’t know what to expect because I’ve never been here before. I want to walk through the door with my head held high, a positive attitude and a lot of cold water! That’s the plan – to grow old gracefully!

True style is timeless. Jackie O taught us that, didn’t she???

Class and grace never go out of style at any age.  I’m young at heart, just older in some other places! I’m glad I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to get older because many are not given the privilege. Thank You, Lord!