RE-RUN FRIDAY
Since deer hunting in Wisconsin begins tomorrow and my husband is now getting ready for the trip down there, I’ve decided to re-post this article from 7/14/2017. Hope you enjoy it again.
My husband has many traits. He is intelligent in many areas of life. He knows how to survive in the wilderness. He should’ve been born two centuries ago, because is filled with the spirit of adventure required to have lived then. He is an avid outdoorsman. He knew what it took to survive before the reality show ever existed.
When he was just a child, the infamous funeral home he lived in, was so large that it had an archery range in the basement. At a young age, he was trifling with bow and arrow right in the midst of the city. He read countless books about mountain men, survival, camping, outdoor living and all the adventure stories pertaining to them. All of that knowledge was being stored up for future use.
He used all his book knowledge to forge trails in the woods, sit by the campfire and tell countless stories, learn which mushrooms not to eat, whittle little creatures out of a stick of wood, forage for food, live under the stars and survive without a compass.
My first encounters with the outdoors, came after we were married. I’d never been camping in my life. I’d never held a gun and wasn’t much of an archer, but I did so anyway. I could never bring myself to hunting, but never begrudged him the joy of doing so. In fact, we were married on the opening day of deer hunting for archers. I would say that’s pretty impressive, wouldn’t you?
I even agreed to going along with him on our honeymoon as he tracked the evasive whitetail. Of course I stayed in the car and read a book while he was out in the wilderness. After an hour or so of waiting, I became concerned. I wondered where he was.
I had visions of his being gored by a deer or slowly going down in a pond of quicksand. My visions turned into fear, but instead of venturing out, I beeped the horn. I really don’t know why I did that. If he had been drowning in quicksand, what good would it do?
It didn’t take long for him to respond. Within a few minutes he appeared out of the woods with a look of sheer rage on his face. I didn’t understand his anger. I thought I was being a good wife by being concerned for his welfare. I was wrong. It seems he had a deer in his sights and was about to shoot, when the horn frightened the mighty beast away.
That honeymoon disaster almost ended our marriage, but not really. I’ve since learned never to hunt with my husband. He does that stuff on his own. Maybe that’s why our marriage has lasted so long. Who knows?
WHO LET THE DOG OUT?
This is in response to Amy Blount’s blog from yesterday – a challenge to use idioms in a story or a poem. Then I am to challenge some of my friends to do the same. I challenge:
tostrengthenamothersheart
cookiecrumbstoliveby
hatrackley.com
insanitybytes22
thechickengrandma
Here’s my poem using as many idioms as I could think of:
MY DOG BOB
You can’t teach your old dog new tricks, that’s what the experts say,
But my old dog is different, he sees things his own way,
He’s stubborn as a mule at times, he never makes his bed,
And when I tell him what to do, he simply shakes his head,
He explains I’ve made my own bed and I should lie in it,
I try to understand his moods, but he just has a fit,
He says I’m barking up the wrong tree, the ball is in my court,
He says that sleeping dogs should lie, he thinks of it as sport,
Curiosity killed the cat, but what about the dog,
He keeps telling me what to do, I’m sort of in a fog,
I wish I could communicate, as perfectly as him,
Instead I’ll cry over spilled milk, and go way out on a limb.
DOES CHRISTMAS COMES TOO SOON?
I love everything about Christmas – the lights and decorations, the fancy wrapping paper, the cookies and special treats -all of it. Today I’m following Julies lead, who wrote about her experience taking her granddaughter to see Santa. It stirred a memory that I’d like to share.
Thanksgiving had come and gone. It was my first trip to the Mall of America. I’m not a big fan of huge venues with lots of people pushing and shoving. I’m not the kind that likes to do everything online either. People normally don’t think twice about pushing you aside. They think you’re invisible and they’re definitely more important than you.
During these blessed days before Christmas changes that. Folks smile more. They aren’t as angry as they were yesterday. There’s a feeling in the air that brings joy and contentment. Suddenly you become visible again and people are actually kind.
On this particular outing, my granddaughter was about five years old. I’d promised her an American Girl doll and wanted her to be along to pick one out. The drive to the mall requires highway driving, but we were on a mission. I sucked it up and drove through four lanes of congestion and occasional flashing lights, but we made it without incident.
Of course everyone and their uncle was there. It was a whole month before Christmas, but I was so excited to be taking my treasured granddaughter to experience the joy of the holidays. We made a B-line to the doll store and were greeted by a sign on the door which said there was a private party going on inside and we should come back tomorrow. Those big, blue eyes began to tear up. A look of disappointment covered her face. Again, for the sake of having a delightful experience, I sucked it up and tried to remain positive.
I suggested we visit Santa Claus, because I’d heard Santa Land was amazing and they had the best Santa ever. We gazed at shop windows and soaked in all the holiday glitter and sparkle along with the music which surrounded us. We took our time getting there, but when we arrived we saw another sign, “Santa is taking a break. Come back in an hour.”
Once more, I sucked it up and remained positive. By this time, my feet were killing me, so I suggested we get a bite to eat before returning to Santa Land. That took care of her disappointment for the moment.
Time slipped by as we waited for our food to arrive. When we finished, I realized that we were way past our wait time. Trying to keep up with a five year old wanting to see Santa, is not an easy task, but I followed about half a block behind.
There he was, sitting on his Santa throne, with a little boy on his lap, discussing what the child expected from him that year. Pictures were snapped and I was about to deliver my ten dollars for a picture and a snotty little elf came and said she was sorry, but it was time for Santa to close up shop for the night.
I’m usually a mild mannered woman, but I had come to the end of my patience. I replied to her that we had been here for a few hours now and things weren’t going as planned. I then demanded that Santa had time for one more kid. The look of desperation must have filled my face. He relented and my granddaughter got to sit on his lap, list her litany of Christmas wishes and have her picture taken.
By this time I was ready to go home. She was satisfied, except for the doll incident. I ordered the doll online. Nothing wouldget me to go back to the Mall of America ever again.
Now as I look back on this incident, it has me wondering if we spend so much time getting ready for the Christmas, we often forget the promise that was fulfilled on that first noel. The people had been waiting for centuries for a Messiah. The day finally came and God’s promise of salvation lay in a lowly feeding trough, with the DNA of God Himself. Maybe we should start thinking about preparing for that blessed holiday all year.
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HAPPY PICKLE DAY
It’s been a while since I posted a wacky and bizarre holiday, sooooo, because I have nothing really important to talk about today, here we are again. Who would think there’s a special day to celebrate pickles? I mean, with Thanksgiving Day right around the corner, we should be focusing on turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes and gravy. Yet what would a feast be without those little green morsels that delight the taste buds?
Every fancy dinner has to have a relish tray of sorts. Some include fresh veggies, some have deviled eggs and still others hold olives and other assorted pickled items including pickles. There are bread and butter, dill, kosher, hamburger, sweet and sour and hot and spicy pickles. I’m sure I’m leaving some out, but you get the picture. Pickles come in all types and sizes. Think about it. What’s the first thing that needs refilling on the banquet table – the pickle dish. Kids love nibbling on them before actually sitting down to dinner. Adults also like the lip puckering delights. Some folks can’t stand them, but they’re few and far between.
Pickles can be a nice accent to a recipe as well. I usually add a little pickle juice to potato salad, or dice up a pickle to give the deviled eggs a little more pizazz. They can be used in soup, on top of a hamburger or hot dog and definitely should be part of the refrigerator condiment section.
History tells us that Cleopatra was one of the first to use cucumbers in brine as a beauty aid, although I don’t recommend putting pickles on your eyelids. Pickling was done to preserve foods so they could be transported by ship in barrels.
If you don’t like pickles, it’s also Spicy Guacamole Day. In case you have too much of both, it’s Operating Room Nurse Day, so you may be able to thank one as they remove your gall bladder.
Don’t you just love the plethora of information out there?
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CHILL IN THE AIR
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
When Jack Frost comes through chilly nights, he paints a masterpiece,
The windows glow with scenes of snow, etched by his hand’s release,
The skies are bright cerulean blue, the trees have shed their leaves,
The fields are empty of their crops and we’ve brought in the sheaves,
We turn our thoughts to longer nights, the days grow shorter now,
We find relief beside a fire and we get by somehow,
It seems too soon for such cold days, though it is mid-November,
As we recall last winter’s grip, which started in December,
And lasted well into April, with a final blast of snow,
We hide inside our nice, warm caves, and wait for thirty below.
THANKSGIVING 2018 – #1
Thanksgiving for a Wisconsin deer hunting spouse is not the usual family event you see pictured above. When my family was young, we began a tradition of celebrating the holiday a week or so before the actual day, so we could all be together to carve the turkey and eat all the calorie laden treats.
Over 54 years this has been the Thanksgiving I’ve come to know. However, as our families grow and times change, so do some of our traditions. Now, since I’m alone on that day, everyone seems to take pity on me and invites me to dinner with them. We still have our family tradition of getting together prior to the big hunt. These days, I’m the guest at another person’s table for the feast at least three times.
Yesterday we gathered at my youngest daughter’s home. Her husband prepared the turkey on a special outdoor thing-a-ma-jig and it was one of the finest I’ve ever eaten. My daughter made all the scrumptious side dishes and my granddaughter cut the pies that my son and his girlfriend brought to share. We sat around the dining room table in their cozy kitchen – exchanged some funny stories from the past – and laughed a lot. We called our daughter from S. Carolina and caught up with her too.
We don’t get to see our children as much as we’d like to. Even though we live in close proximity of two of them, time gets in the way. As you grow older, you realize how important those moments with family mean to you. You also realize that life is changing for you and those special days will come to a close soon, so you treasure them even more.
Every year brings something new to this holiday. My daughter and her family hosted this year’s pre-Thanksgiving event. A few years ago, I spent the holiday at my oldest daughter’s home in S. Carolina. All the trappings of a Thanksgiving meal are wonderful, but the best thing is the company you share it with. Maybe some new traditions are coming to pass.
Thanksgiving is a time to gather and give thanks for all our blessings. The old Rockwell painting, conjures thoughts of Thanksgivings past. The point is, we are grateful for family, material blessings and daily provision from a loving God. The way you serve it, the fine china or paper plates, the crystal goblets of Styrofoam cups, all the tasty treats, make no difference in the scheme of things. What’s really important is getting together with those we love and enjoying each others’ company.
Whatever traditions you have during the coming holiday season, remember to open your heart as well as your doors to others. As Americans, we have the right to celebrate such days without fear of persecution or ridicule. We live in a time when our borders are changing, our morals have slipped beyond recognition, our churches are suffering and our politics are full of corruption. Yet, we still live in a land of freedom. As believers in the One True God, we have hope for an eternal future in heaven. You can’t get much better than that.
“And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Colossians 3:1
THE PEACE OF GOD
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Looking back on days gone by,
Gazing at a muddied sky,
In the twinkling of an eye,
The peace of God is there,
Trudging through the path of life,
Summing up our natural strife,
Wishing for the after life,
The peace of God is there,
When we cross that great expanse.
Will it be by circumstance,
Will we have second chance,
The peace of God is there,
He’s waiting on the other side,
Continuing to lead and guide,
From Him we never more shall hide,
The peace of God is there.
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GOD BLESS THOSE WHO SERVE
What is at the heart of a hero? What does one do to become one? Jesus talked about the greatest gift we can give to our fellow man. That means we’re willing to help, protect and serve others without thinking about it. It means we are willing to sacrifice our own lives so that another will benefit.
Today we recognize our veterans, but I believe that all who serve us, are equally deserving of our respect and honor. The police officers, fire fighters, the average Joe – who willingly rescues another without thought of self.
Some how those heroes are not always noticed, but that’s really what makes them heroes. They aren’t doing these deeds of heroism, because of what they have to gain, but because they love their fellow man and are filled with the love of Christ. Today, the world looks at those who serve – the peacemakers – as the enemy. The Liar of this world, the devil, has convinced many that these folks are the unapproachable – that they are out to get them – that they have no place in their world.
I heard something in the news recently which made me chuckle. Some place in the world or within our own country – people have developed a plan to get others to care about others through acts of kindness and eventually heal the hate in our communities. What a novel idea! This idea was originally set by the Creator of the Universe. God told man to love one another a long time ago. He spoke of the unselfish love of His own Son, Jesus, who should be our model for living. We do need to get back to loving and caring about each other.
Love is something we unfortunately have to teach to our children. We aren’t born with it in our hearts. We have to be taught to love, just like we need to learn how to hate. Without love, there is no chance for reconciliation. Hate only gives way to more hate.
Today as we honor our veterans, let’s thank all those in public service. We are still a nation of laws and many of us believe that God is love. Let’s go to Him today and pray for people to sincerely love one another. Ask God to put the spirit of selflessness back into the hearts of men. We need heroes. We especially need Jesus, the greatest hero of all.
STAYING ALIVE
ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
I wonder if, as we grow older, we sometimes lose the joy of our youth. We’ve experienced highs and lows for many years and the lows kind of overshadow the high points of life.
As years pass, we experience sorrow, heartache, disease; loss of a job, disappointment, pain, being misunderstood or misjudged, broken friendships and the list goes on. The following passage talks about what happens to us if those things take over.
“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22
Wow, this is a pretty good description of a crabby old person. This world and all it holds is enough to crush our spirit and dry up our tired old bones, but the hope of what lies ahead for us should make us leap for joy and take at least 20 years off our disappointed, weary bodies.
As age enters into us we become more eager for heaven. This promised paradise, paid for with Christ’s precious blood is not just a promise, but a fact. When I die, I know that life will go on. I different life – with no pain, sorrow or tears – where bodies don’t age or become sick – a place where I can spend eternity with God.
In the meantime, I can face falling apart with that knowledge.
WHAT ONCE WAS …
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Bold brush strokes, slide across an empty canvas,
A dab of color, a splash of pigment, the imagination of the artist,
What we see may not match his interpretation,
What we feel through his interpretation is his goal,
The artists lays the paint, scrumbling colors together,
Blending,
Adding light,
Filling negative spaces,
Always thinking about the end result,
Always hoping to touch a heart,
To inspire,
To engage,
To bring joy,
Life is made of memories,
We sometimes dwell too much on them,
We often revise them to fit our current situation,
Or paint over our original imagery,
Whatever our intention,
We should face it with a joyful heart,
Clinging to the hope that our true Creator has designed for us.
WEAR SOMEONE ELSE’S SHOES
The image I selected for this post is somewhat tongue in cheek. I really believe that walking in another person’s shoes will enlighten you. It will show you that you can do something you didn’t think you could do and it might even change your mind about what you originally thought.
This post was originally written on this day in 2012, but it still rings true, considering I recently stepped out of my writer shoes into my performance shoes. In honor of throw back Thursday. Here goes:
When I’m teaching drama classes, it’s hard for me to sit still. I like to become actively involved with my students. It might be the actor in me, but I often find it easier to show by example. That’s why I still like to perform in a show once in a while.
As a director, it’s easy to see where young performers should be in the scheme of things and how they should deliver their lines or what their motivation should be; but to be a really good director, it seems to me that you should work on the opposite side of the stage once in a while to see what the actor actually goes through.
The same thing is true for an actor. When you’re performing, you don’t always see what you look like and even if you think you’re doing well, without someone to guide you, your performance could easily fall flat.
In life it’s the same thing. We need someone to direct us through it, even though we think we’ve got it all figured out. It’s especially nice when you have someone who has lived it and knows what you’re going through – a teacher who shows by example.
In my case, I still flub things up and don’t get it right; but Jesus has lived the perfect life – without sin. He has experienced every emotion I have. He corrects and directs me with His Father’s law and the supreme example of forgiveness He showed while living here on earth. Praise our holy God for having the wisdom and love to share His only Son with us.
Through Him, we not only have forgiveness of sins, but everlasting life and a handbook for this one.
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WALKING IN FAITH – NOT BY SIGHT
Have you ever experience total darkness? It gives you a feeling of helplessness, knowledge of what it’s like to be blind and relying on others completely. I usually like to sleep with a light on in a hallway or another room for those various reasons.
When I was teaching drama, we’d often take a “blind walk” through the environment. The kids would close their eyes tightly, but some couldn’t resist peeking. They felt so much more secure when they could see what was going on. The point of the exercise is to get individuals to use their other senses when one isn’t available to them. By touching, smelling, listening and even taste testing something we can envision our environment.
As we walked from building to outdoors, they would touch the cement sidewalk, the bricked path, through fragrant gardens, listening to the sounds of the space. When we rely on our sight alone, it’s difficult to act in faith. Were always looking for answers – ones that suit our needs. Maybe faith should be considered one of our senses. We need it to believe that which is unseen and often unknown.
Are you walking in faith or by sight?
Walking by faith is another gift from God through the Holy Spirit, who first entered us through the act of baptism. Faith is a belief in something you can’t see, hear, feel, taste or smell. So in effect everything about our salvation is a reflection of God working in and through us. Even though we can’t physically see Him, by faith, we know He exists and is walking beside us through our journey.
Faith, like trust, is a word which describes complete reliance on someone or something, to get us through the turmoil of this world and set us down in heaven some day. Take a blind walk someday, or simply close your eyes and use your other senses to determine where you are. We have an advantage through faith, because God loved the world so much, He sent His Son to die for our darkness and sin – to bear our punishment – our pain – our separation from God. Through faith, we have the confidence that we are never alone – even when we feel like our world is closing in on us.
God opens our eyes when we dig deeply into His Word. He strengthens us through His Holy Spirit, who inspired the words within that Bible. He is a loving Father who wants all His children to enjoy paradise. Through the only Son of God, Jesus, we have been made holy in God’s sight.
OPEN YOUR EYES!
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr.
IT’S JUST ANOTHER DAY
I woke up this morning, two hours later than usual. My dog is finally getting acclimated to the time change and I praise God for that. I went to bed, wondering about the mid-term election. What would the results be and how would I be affected by the outcome. There were the “experts” with their gloom and doom predictions. There were those who claimed the election was not for the candidates on the ballot, but for the current administration. Big shots showed up to endorse the candidates of their choice prior to election day. We were inundated with hateful advertising. The president, ex-president and many more, took to the soap boxes defending and making promises for change.
I woke up this morning and there was snow on the ground. It’s not too early for snow in my neck of the woods, but it was a pleasant surprise. All the grunge underneath that snow will now turn to mulch and fertilizer for the next growing season. The circle of life continues as it has for the last 76 years of my life. There have been changes to the way we communicate, how we shop, the way we concentrate on our own needs rather than those of others, the way we live. However patriotism remains in our land. We have the ability to cast a ballot and be proud of it – hope that promises will be kept – and that our country will still maintain its checks and balances.
I woke up this morning thinking what’s the difference who wins an election? I wondered why so much money as spent on ads that everyone hated. I wondered if that money couldn’t have been better spent on solving some the problems with homelessness, care of our veterans, the safety of our children. There really should be a cap on what people spend to buy their political office.
I woke up this morning – alive – having a good night’s rest – unconcerned about shoveling snow which will melt by afternoon – and unaffected by the noise of politics. It’s over, but it will return again. Maybe by then, I’ll be singing with the angels and anger won’t be a part of my vocabulary anymore.
I woke up this morning and so did you. Each citizen of the United States must now go forward instead of taking any steps back. The balance of power remains. If we voted for the candidate of our choice and they did not win, we accept that with grace and move on. If our candidate did win, we should be glad, but not prideful. The anger that has overtaken many of our people today has put everyone in a bad mood. Its really time to start working together again. We are, after all, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
Work in Progress
Miriam Queensen writes in detail about her learning art from Paul Boecher who is her instructor at Rum River Art Center. I am proud of my husband’s technique for teaching. It takes time to create a masterpiece. He allows his students to loosen up and enjoy the ride. I’m anxious to see the finished product of Miriam’s painting and love her journaling of the process.
For my acrylic painting class at Rum River Art Center, we’re creating a painting over several sessions, from the beginnings of a color tint/background to the final stage, where we’ll add details to complete the painting. Most of us chose larger canvases than our paintings from the first classes that I wrote about last time; mine is 18″ x 20″.
When I told my father about the painting class, he said he didn’t think he’d have the patience. I think that’s true of most of us — we expect instant gratification in so many areas of our lives (we want immediate responses to texts, instant information at our fingertips, and popcorn takes only 2.5 minutes to make). While working on our paintings, we want them to “look like something,” or be instantly beautiful.
It doesn’t help, perhaps, that our very experienced instructor, Paul Boecher, can conjure a painting…
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WHAT WILL I BE WHEN I GROW UP?
First of all, I am 76 years old and I admit that growing up isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I believe the whole process is overrated. When we’re five we can’t wait to be ten. When we’re ten we want to be 21. When we’re 21 we want to be 50. When we’re in our seventies we begin to dream of being five again. Even as we grow old, we can continue to dream about what we will finally be when we grow up.
For example, most of us have experienced a lot of different things through our journey. Some have been exciting, while others have been mind bending and heart breaking. When I was in high school, the doors were beginning to open for women in the workplace. No longer were we restricted to nursing, secretarial work, housekeeping or stay at home mom. I wanted to be a brain surgeon. The fact that I wasn’t proficient in math and science kept that from happening.
As I got closer to making a decision about university vs. technical college, the cost of university was the deciding factor. I studied shorthand and other business skills, including my passion for writing. There was an educational television station connected to the school. I wrote copy for programming which in turn set my mind spinning on writing for a living. Some college classes in creative writing and journalism were added to my evenings, keeping thoughts of new occupations alive.
In my life I’ve been a stenographer (who couldn’t read her own shorthand,) a loan processor, an office manager, a temp in a number of jobs. I became a wife, a mother, a housekeeper, diaper changer, business manager and chief cook and bottle washer I’ve been a waitress, a drama coach, a dialect coach, a playwright, a puppet maker, costumer, director, actor, teacher and helped my husband as he started new business ventures.
In my latter years, I’ve gone back to doing the things I love. My writing has become a passion as I continue writing this blog. I’ve been in the process of writing a novel for some time. I’ve written a couple of screen plays. I have difficulty with rejection, so most of what I’ve written has never been published.
No matter where life takes us, if we just sit and watch it go by, we will soon lose our zest for living. I’ve seen many of my friends grow old physically when the retire. For me it’s an opportunity to keep doing what I love to do. I’ve taken to writing poetry. I still like to direct. I’ve recently returned to the stage. I keep on keeping on.
So what do I want to be when I grow up? First, I hope I never do grow up. I hope I will continue to learn more about God and His direction for my life. I’ve given serious thought to becoming a stand up comic. My only issue is that I’d have to sit down to do it.
Whatever you do with your life, be sure to learn from all of it. We have but a short time to make a mark on this world. It doesn’t have to occupy half of the planet. Just a small mark will do. On the way, be sure to tell others about the love available to them from Jesus. He has a perfect plan for our lives today and in the future – even after we die.
THINGS HAPPEN …
My husband and I developed a habit since retiring. We like to take one afternoon to drive into the country and enjoy the view. Our dog also precisely when it’s time for the adventure to begin, since he comes along.
Last week, we were searching for a specific destination, so I got out my phone and referred to my map app to guide us. I always seem to have difficulty getting into the right spot in the app and voiced my displeasure by saying, “It’s so hard to navigate this site.” I returned the device to my purse and suddenly heard a voice reply, I’m sorry. Things like this happen all the time.”
Both of us chuckled as we realized my phone was having compassion for me. Now with all the other electronic devices available to us, we could easily develop a friendship with each one of them. We’re already on a first name basis with Alexa and Siri, right. However who knows what might happen if either of them malfunctioned.
The Creator of the universe is available to us every minute of time, but have we grown to expect an instant answer from God? We don’t have to plug anything in to recharge it. We can be involved in a conversation immediately with God. All we need to do is begin the talk.
Things do happen to us all the time. We may find ourselves frustrated with our work place – within our relationships – in our worship – regarding our health or financial status. God never promised that our walk on this earth would be easy. In fact, He tells us in His Holy Word, that there will be trials, disappointments, loss, fear, anxiety and all the other negatives that face us as human beings. We are not exempt just because we follow Christ. In fact we may experience more of those things because of it.
God can console us in times of trouble. An electronic device can distract us for a while, but the problem remains when the power runs out. He never runs out of power, but we do. We need to get recharged through His Word, the Bible. Within those pages we will discover comfort, compassion, hope, freedom and promises that have been kept. God won’t physically speak to us, like that little device does, but His voice is evident throughout the Bible.
The bumps in the road and the hiccups of life will be with us until we die. While we live, God promises a way for us to overcome those interruptions. When we die, we’re assured of a life as it was intended to be. Because of His great love, we will never die.
We can truly take on an attitude of positivity even when our path is difficult. Things happen, but God is in control. Have faith.
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