Monday, August 31, 2015

Gay's Days August 31, 2015


Miscommunication leads to misunderstanding.

Have you ever been in a situation where you were on one page in a conversation and the listener was on another?
I have.

I had an experience recently where several people in the room weren’t even in the same book as me. Boy! Talk about misunderstanding. I’m still wondering how it all happened.

The heartache the event brought to me and the others is indescribable. I find myself wishing I could be a hermit and never become misunderstood again. If I never spoke or wrote another word, I would spare myself and others of pain.
Right?

Maybe, but that isn’t possible. And my DNA dictates me to be an extrovert, wordy, outgoing, and friendly.  I’ve spent the last few days asking God why he made me as I am. God directed me to the many passages in Scripture that talk about the potter and the clay.
Just as a potter makes a vessel, He made me. I mar myself with my own sinful choices, but He mends me.

I’m a work in progress. Am I sad when I’m misunderstood? You betcha!  Do I often forget to take my zip lip pills? Yep. Sure do. Do I have the gift of peacemaking? Not hardly. Am I sorry an unintentional misunderstanding caused distress to me and others? YES! Do I wish I could edit words before speaking? CERTAINLY!
Have you ever had experiences and thoughts such as the ones I've expressed? Did the circumstances ever dissolve into peaceful solutions?

If you find yourself in the same boat as me, I pray that with time our heartaches will be healed.

 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

August 18, 2015. One of my books on Linda Weaver Blog

Hi Friends.
 
Linda Weaver Clarke is featuring Sarah today on her blog!
 
 
Hop over and take a look at the interview, leave a comment, and a winner will be selected to win on of the books below.  The reader chooses which one!
 
Linda is soooo nice to have me, and Sarah enjoys reading the blog too! 
 
 





 
 

Monday, August 10, 2015

August 10, 2015 Heat Record approaches in Texas

 
Heat is usual for summer and abounds in many places, and it is normal for Texas, but this year, we have extra.  Aren't we blessed?  Today we may break a record set back in 1962. 
 
 
Here's the temp when I returned to my car from a trip into a store.
I'd left a bottle of water in it and brewed tea when I got back in. Of course, I'd prefer it iced with lots of lemon and sugar, but you take what you can get.
 
 
I've heard that some people down here in South Texas, the hens are laying hard boiled eggs.
 
If the eggs don't arrive ready to eat, you can fry them on pavement.
 
Have you seen a cartoon on the Internet about Texas? God is gazing into an oven with an angel looking over His shoulder.  "What are you cooking?"
God answers the angel, "Texas."
 
If you thought politics was heating up, you haven't been to Texas. Those politicians are cool compared to our days and nights.
 
A visitor to Texas once remarked, "it feels like Hell here."
The Texan replied, "Oh? You've been there?"
 
In the Gulf of Mexico, fisherman are catching baked fish.
 
The little angel in my books doesn't have a halo sitting on her head, but if she did, it would burn her blonde curls brown.
 
When Sarah visits Houston, she touches the freckle on her left wrist and adjusts her internal temperature. I often wish I could do that.  Like Sarah, figuring out human technology is a mystery to me. We have a music system with all sorts of players hooked to a central unit. I wanted to listen to a really old phonograph record yesterday but couldn't figure out how to turn the thing on.
 
Have you ever heard the song, "God's Choir" sung by the First Baptist Church of Dallas, Texas? Several groups on You Tube sing one with that title, but it isn't the same song.  I have it on an old recording, but I have no idea how to listen to it.
 
The song is based on Revelation 5:11. Thousands of angels sing, and translators estimate the number to be more than a million!  By the way, there are four new songs we'll sing in Heaven in that chapter.  As believers,  are all going to be part of God's Choir.
 
Sarah, my fictional angel, isn't much of a singer, but she plays the harp and keyboard. Musical instruments are mentioned in this chapter in Revelation about our future too. 

Sarah plays a pipe organ in Sarah and a Dad for Mandy.
 
One thing, I'm sure of, is that when we all get up there, it won't be hot!!
 
But we are here below this day in Texas.
 
 
 
 
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