Prayers

Jun 1, 2011

Lord, Make Me An Instrument of Thy Peace

I have another prayer today.  Following the devastation in Joplin, Mo., as well as all the other states that have been hit by tornadoes or flooding recently, I think it's appropriate.

The United States of America is made up of wonderful people.  It has come home to me in countless ways that we really are at our best during the worst of times. 

I think it is important to spend time at prayer when you are not asking for anything.  As a parent, I cannot help but think that God appreciates that. 

He knows what we want.  He knows what we need.  These things are often the opposite of each other, at least in my case.  Blind trust is hard, even with God.  The arrogance of man is truly what sets us apart from the animals.  How caught up we get in what we "want"....what we "need".  I have even caught myself trying to explain things to God before!  Once you start explaining it's hard to tell when it will end, but not where it will end up.  It always ends up in the same place, I just take the long way around sometimes.  I'm getting better, but still have far to go and I may never get there!  I don't worry about the destination anymore.  I'm caught up in the journey these days, still learning to trust blindly and trying not to miss the lessons. 

Sometimes you have to just quit asking and listen and you might be surprised what you hear.  Surrender.  You will feel better knowing that you aren't required to do it all by yourself.  There will be help.  Don't wonder where it will come from, just trust that it will.  It just will.  Really.

This is dedicated to all the public servants, volunteers, bikers, truckers, circus workers, elephants, and everyone who helps in any way to do the Lord's work.  Look around.  They are everywhere!!
Lord, Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is offence, pardon,
Where there is discord, unity,
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is error, truth,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is sadness, joy,
Where there is darkness, light.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

May 23, 2011

What FB Means To Me....

I hear so many people gripe about Face book.  I have seen a few articles about how bad Face book is for relationships. People are always saying "I don't care what you had for dinner".   While all that may be very true, let us not throw the baby out with the bath water.  Face book can only be as bad for relationships as the people in them are bad.  Get real!  Take some responsibility!  And I may not care what you had for dinner, but I may like to see it so that I can get an idea of what I will fix for dinner.  At any rate, I have the power to control what I see and don't see, and CERTAINLY what I do and don't do.  Come to that, it's much easier to drop a person out of your life on Face book than it is in real life.  No "Face book made me do it" excuses will work here. 
Face book makes it possible to us to keep up with family and friends who are far away.  We can see pictures of their lives now.  Grandchildren, vacations, whatever they put on there.

Keeping in touch with people you grew up with whom you may NEVER see again in this life.

Examples of this:

One Saturday in January, 2011, I had decided to clean out the furnace room in my basement.  I came across an entire basket of old 8 cassette tapes.  I had the computer on and was on Face book.  Several of my friends were also cleaning and putting up songs that inspired them to HIT IT, and I was actually enjoying myself as much as was possible.  In the basket, I find a cassette tape of a band made up of several guys from my hometown. 

Flashback:  The scene is a bar in Milan Missouri, the time is approximately 2 am.  I am standing, visiting with the band, waiting to get out.  The bar tenders are yelling "OK PEOPLE!!  YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME, BUT YOU CAN'T STAY HERE!!" and trying to get everyone out of the building.  Parking lot was perfectly fine, as I remember, and there might be a crowd there till the sun came up, but out of the building NOW was the general sense.  Suddenly I feel something slipped into my purse, which was as big as my hair in those days, and I turn around to see one of the members of the band with a sheepish smile on his face.  "Check that out when you get to your car, before you leave", he grinned.  I said OK and hurried out to see what my surprise was.  My surprise was a cassette that this band had made.  I was touched and thrilled, and I put it on straight away and listened to it all the way home.

It was listened to a lot for many years, had wound up in this basket of cassettes and had been waiting right here since April of 2001.  I acquired this tape in, are you ready??????


1987

 Now it is 24 years later.

The band member (name of this group was MEANSTREAK) had moved away years ago and I had never seen him again.  But guess who I had found and friended on Face book?

Now, normally, and by "normally" I am talking pre-Face book, this would have just been a nice little trip down memory lane.  That I would have shared with no one, probably, because the only people it would mean anything to were either dead or thousands of miles away.
I got right on his page, this old friend, and posted on his wall:
I'm cleaning out my furnace room in the basement and guess what I just found????????
(cautiously) What?
MEANSTREAK!!   LONER!!!!!
OMG!!!!  DOES IT STILL WORK??????
idk, but message me your address and I will send it to you!!  It's the one you gave me for free that night!!
Then followed a flurry of messages between us, with him providing his address, and saying how excited he would be for his son (his son, who I would have never even known existed without face book) to get to hear it, and how he had nothing left from those years, so naturally this meant a lot to him.  It still worked, too, so his son got to hear what his dad was up to all those years ago.  Totally worth it!

Still think it's a waste of time?

My father's family all hail from a small town in the very corner of Missouri named Southwest City.  It is right where OK, MO and AR all meet.  (Yes, they do.  Do not argue this point.  I can take you to the cornerstone, just look closely at the map).  It is about 40 minutes from Joplin and I have family and friends scattered throughout that area.  Both of my families cover most of this state. 

Last Sunday Joplin was hit with an EF4 tornado.  I got up from a nap ( A NAP!!!)  and the Weather Channel happened to be on as I walked into the living room, and under a banner that said BREAKING NEWS, they were reporting live from Joplin after a tornado.  The little weather channel guy was standing all by himself, sobbing and trying to keep his back to the camera. He couldn't speak.  The camera was trying to focus in on what he had just seen/heard that reduced him to helpless tears.  They seemed to be afraid there would be an explosion at St. John's Hospital (by far the most popular in Joplin, just sayin').  I was frozen in my living room trying to think what to do.  I grabbed my phone and immediately logged into Face book.

Without Face book, I would not have known, for days at least, whether my family and friends in that area were ok OR how bad the damage really was.  Without Face book, I would probably just have gotten into the car and headed down or sat, slowly losing my mind, by the phone, hoping that they had service in that area.  Or maybe I would have camped in front of the tv, trying to recognize faces.

Whatever you use it for, however much it gets on your nerves, as much as it can be abused, I have to come down on team Face book.  My world is better with it than without it.  A lot better.

May 18, 2011

Stats

Check out this information.  When you have a blog, you also have a page for statistics that will show you how many people clicked on your page that day, where they came from as far as what site they came to you from, and also a map to show you where in the world your readers are located.

Don't get excited, it doesn't actually track your identity as far as I know.  I mean, I am not the government.  Never think it! ( I am not saying they track your pages, I am not saying they don't.  I let you make your own decisions.  Just never count out the fact that even if they are tracking your pages, someone would have to go through all the data they collect in order to figure it out.  I think we all know the odds of that happening in our government, don't we?  hee hee hee)  But back to your ID's, I didn't set it up that way because, well, honestly I don't care that much about your identity unless you interact with me and I get to know you, in which case I hardly need that information anyway.
So, these are my stats from today so far.  People in these countries have clicked on my blog today:

United States  119
Australia             2
Germany             2
France                2
United Kingdom  2
Ireland                2
Russia                 2
Singapore           2
Canada              1
Cameroon          1

Pretty interesting at the very least.  Now, I can account for the 2 in Germany, probably, but beyond that they either get here from other blogs that I follow and comment on or they find me be searching specific words.
Also, I have to admit, I'm pretty sure that a few of these countries probably have government employees that check on lots of things everyday, just to keep up on what's on the down-low, if you get my drift.  Let us not forget that I am almost positive I am on a Domestic Terrorist Watch List, due to my patriotic postings, mostly on FB.  I am proud of that and invite anyone to check out my blog at the smallest whim.  You never know what you will find, and if you suffer from paranoia, you could spend days wondering what is in "code".  LOL
Nothing is in code, my dears, but I hate to discourage government employees for actually working.  Besides, it keeps them busy and out of my hair, and I'm paying for it anyway.  Might as well get my money's worth!

So, does anybody know where Cameroon is?  I didn't even realize it was a country, but then I've been behind ever since the conglomeration of what I knew as "Russia" became 12 or 13 different countries....that is how far behind I am and you know what?  I figure why learn them now?  They will probably just change again and all us old folks can just keep calling it Russia, then when we are interrupted by some young person currently in the "know", we can just shrug and say "whatever"....  It worked for my grandparents and I plan to stick with the program.  If you are still curious about Cameroon, google it.  It's by Nigeria and at least 1 person there today took a chance and tuned in.  Probably for a prayer, but who knows, maybe they are looking for a gun to buy also.  Prayers and guns are a winning combination, known the world over.  NOW.

The other way they can find your blog is by searching keywords.  This is pretty hilarious in my case, most of the time.  And that was just the times I believed them.  Once it said someone found my by typing in "digging out ass".  It was one of those times I chose not to believe.  But it was probably right because I had just done a post on Digging Out after the blizzard, so maybe it was true.  At any rate, I'm sure whoever it was didn't stay long.  At least that is my hope.  Just as you never know what you'll get when you come here, you never know who you might run into here......
*Shudders*
So far, so good.