Do you ever wonder why God is having you experience certain things? You know what I mean. We question Him during the challenging times in our lives, right? I understand I can’t speak for you, but I know for myself it’s never when life is going good that I say, “Hey, God! Why have you granted me this goodness in my life?” I do take the time to praise Him when he blesses me beyond my understanding. It’s when challenges arise that we ask Him. Do you ever really expect an answer? No, I don’t either. I am, however, a very analytical person and do try to figure things out on my own. For example I’ll ask myself, now how could I have prevented that from happening? Could I have done something to have made the outcome different? In some cases, probably not. No matter how hard that is to digest sometimes it is at times, what was supposed to happen. I have, however, from experience learned in life that no matter how much I analyze something, or talk about it or ask God, I may not get an answer. I do need to remember that sometimes I must accept things for the way they are. It’s what I call accepting it and letting go. Which leads me into sharing with you a Bible passage; It comes from Proverbs 3;5 – Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. We need to remember that we are His children and we need to allow Him to take over the challenges in life in which we may not understand. He will carry us in times of need. Also don’t foreget, you must ask Him first. Talk to Him about it. Remember what Luke 11;10 says? If not, grab your Bible and check it out. Hugs and prayers to you!
Have you ever been in a position where you felt that someone has done you wrong? In other words, hurt you in a way that you felt you could never forgive them? I had this happen to me, but it wasn’t by someone whom was dear to my heart. Oh…that’s happened a time or two as well, but this was by a complete stranger. You see, several years ago I worked at a bank as a customer service representative, most commonly known as a bank teller. It was one of my favorite jobs to date. I enjoyed working with my co-workers, I really liked the customers that would stop by sometimes just to chat. Anyway, it was a regular Friday morning at the bank. A few customers here in there. It wasn’t too busy yet. My co-workers and I had been chatting with one another. It was just like any other morning at the bank, nothing unusual, until about mid-morning when a man with nylons pulled over his face approached my counter. At gunpoint he asked me to give me the money I had in my money drawer. He then went down to the next one and did the same to the other tellers. He then told us to hold our hands up, lie face down, and not to move or that he would shoot. I had never been so frightened in my life. To explain the fear I had is hard. Just imagine being threatened in that way. It was horrifying. The other ladies, whom I will never forget there names because of this traumatizing moment in my life, were just as frightened. I remember going into survival mode and remembering to do what my employer taught us to do during training, to do exactly what the robber says. Unfortunately, he got away, but fortunately none of us were hurt. We then did bank protocol and contacted the local law enforcement. Nothing further came of the situation. It was very difficult knowing this person was out free running the streets. It was something that haunted me for quite some time. I had in my mind that he was going to come back and get me. I would see his face in every dark part of my home. My loving dog wouldn’t leave my side knowing the fear I had within me. This was something I prayed and prayed about . I prayed that God would help me to deal with my fear that was within myself. It one day several months later as I was sharing my story about the robbery with a friend, they told me about a book they had once read. It main subject of the book was about the “power of prayer”. Now, I’m the kind of woman that prays often. I always have. So after she shared what she knew about this book. I decided to look for it and read it. I found it and it helped heal me in a way I never knew it could. Have you ever had an AHA! moment? A moment when you realize something huge and you figured out THAT’S IT! That’s what I need to do!! So here is what I did next. In my nightly prayers I began asking God to forgive me for my sins, to forgive the man who had violated my peace and safety, and to help me to forgive the man as well. Do you know, when I did that it changed my life. This terrible event happened about 14 years ago. Since then I realized that I not only needed to forgive this person myself to help me heal, but I needed to ask God if He would forgive them as well. . Forgiveness is something that is sometimes very, very hard for us. Just please keep in mind, when someone violates or hurts you, they sometimes don’t even realize they’ve done it. It’s much better for ourselves to forgive them, let it go, and give it to the Lord. Hugs and prayers to you who have been violated or hurt.
Please understand the story that I am about to tell you is with a good heart. My grandmother was my rock and had the strength of no other woman I’ve ever known. I love her and miss her dearly and will until my last day. As a matter of fact, my daughter is named after her. It will be often that you will read about her in my blog. She was amazing! She has now been gone for 28 years. There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t cross my mind. Here’s one of many stories that will involve my grandma. I hope you enjoy!
Why this picture? When I saw the picture of this car it reminded me about my grandma and how slow our car rides were when I was a kid. I always wished she would go faster and faster! Here’s my story, here’s my blog:
My mother didn’t get her driver’s license until she was in her late twenties. My dad worked out of town quite a bit. My family and I lived in the country about 15 minutes from town. So that meant when I was a kid, when mom needed to go somewhere, my grandma was the one to come pick us up and take us. Sometimes grams would come get us and take one or two of us girls to town when we needed something. I know that some grandmas have a lead foot, not mine. As a matter of fact, when grams would drive us to town, I always thought she drove sooooo slow. To add to it, what made the drive seem to take even longer, was she would take the back roads. That’s not the worst part of the drive though. She didn’t have a radio! Holy cow! How can you not have a car radio in the 80’s? Those were the best times! (That coming from an 80’s girl.) :o)! Grams reason was because she said the radio caused distraction. I’m a music lover so I never agreed with her on that one. It just seemed she always took the long, slow route. I never understood why. Now that I look back and I think about it I remember grandma telling me important things during those drives. Especially when were alone. We would talk about life. Some of the things I remember her saying is, “If it’s meant to happen, then it will. Pray always. It’s in God’s hands. If it’s important enough, it’s worth waiting for.” As I continue to learn about life and I think about those car rides, I’m realizing how I’ve rushed some things in my life. Do we really need to be in a hurry? Time is time. It is our time. It’s what we choose to make of our time that is important. Sit back, relax, soak in life. Rushing away your life is no way to spend it. Take car rides with your kids or grandkids. Take time to smell the flowers. Do your best not to get too caught up in tomorrow and focus on today. Therefore, my quote for you today is this: Tomorrow isn’t promised. Today is the present. This makes it a gift. Live in the moment of today and don’t rush your life away.
Now the reason for the picture. The slow car of my grams I’m speaking of in my story, it is now owned and RACED by my cousin!