Saturday, May 5, 2018

Wind in The Willows



The Wind in the Willows

            By Deborah J Lindsey


“I don’t like the sound of that wind.  It’s downright gloomy and lonesome.”  Ratite said to his friend, Mole.



     “No, I don’t care for it one bitty bit. Creatures is scarred all up and down this river. I’ve seen it in their eyes.”




  Ratite turned from the door to see his old friend warming his hands by a dying fire. 



     He was worried about him.  Mole hadn’t been outside in many days.  Not that Mole ventured out much in the day spring as a rule, but he could be coaxed out now and again for a picnic.



     Rattie slipped along to the tiny kitchen and put the kettle on for a boil.



     He continued his musings and mutterings to himself as Mole had fallen asleep in the red armchair.



     “Come to think on it, things have been darkling odd of late.

Why, hadn’t he just been up to Toad Hall and old Toadie wouldn’t answer his door.   He just kept popping up and peeking out from behind the draperies.  Right unkind and totally out of character for that boasting toad. “



     The whistling kettle brought him from his musings.  He filled two mugs and measured out the dark tea into both. He placed them on a tray and added some watercress and lady bug scones that his friend always seemed to delight it. 



     Rattie shivered and felt his left whisker tingle.  That was a bad sign.  Something strange and fearful was about.  It was like the chill warnings of a bad winter coming.  The dread hung in the air and wound itself around Rattie’s body like a Black-headed python.



     “Come my friend, I’ve fetched us some tea.”



Mole squinted and blinked a few times. 



“I can hear the willows weeping.”  He whispered.

© Copyright May, 2018 by Deborah J Lindsey


Not sure I mastered this prompt but it was much fun visiting my old dear friends.

Genre Prompt for 5/5/18: Dystopian.  Dystopia - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dystopia
A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- "bad" and τόπος "place"; alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or simply anti-utopia) is a community or society that is undesirable or frightening. Title:


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

The Dress




  

I noticed the young woman as soon as she entered the thrift store.  She had an innocent winsome way about her that I liked immediately. 

She walked pass me to a rack labeled, “Prom ad Evening Dress”.

I found her modest appearance intriguing, and I wondered what style dress she would choose. 

 I watched her as I feigned interest in some well-used cook ware in an aisle nearby.

She checked prices first then examined each gown with a critical eye.    The midnight blue gown with plunging neckline and side split up to the hip was rejected and returned to the rack. As were the mini-skirted salmon pink, strapless black satin and sequined creation in Cardinal Red.

She shook her head and seemed quite sad as she exited the store.

I don’t know why I went over and looked at those same gowns, but I did.   I thumbed through the same selections that she did but discovered half hidden in the back, a gown the woman had missed.    The plastic was yellowed, and the bottom of the dress was rolled up inside making it impossible to view the garment beneath.

“New” was scribbled in orange crayon across the taped-up section.

I was sure the dress wouldn’t fit me and neither would the shoes that matched but I bought them anyway.

Outside, I saw the woman going into a Hibachi Grill and I followed her. 

“Excuse me, but what size shoe do you wear?” I heard myself say.

“7B, why?”

“These are for you.”  I said, placing the bag in front of her.

“I don’t understand.”

“Me neither.” I said with a laugh.

The garment that revealed itself was a floor length gown of ivory satin overlaid entirely with antique lace.  Tiny seed pearls adorned the high neckline and long sleeves.

“This is the answer to my prayer.”   She said as tears filled her eyes.

“I was asking the Lord Jesus to help me find a nice wedding dress- a modest one.”

“I noticed you watching me, but how could you hear the prayer of my heart?”

“I didn’t hear your prayer, but Jesus did.”


                           What a wonderful Lord we serve!



© Copyright April  2018 by Deborah J Lindsey


Saturday, March 24, 2018

Embellishments

oops!  BE CAREFUL OF EMBELLISHMENTS1

We were invited to a Senior Supper.  THEY HAD GAMES!   We each had to tell a true story- couldn't be a testimony.  Well, I am a writer and I got stories-lots of them.  But in retrospect, I wish I had told another one.  "The Great State of Tennessee" would have been good or "The Flower Pot Cake Caper".  Even the famous story of the "Red-Eyed Rat" all would have been a better choice . But I chose the true tale of the Naughty Rabbit Puppet and His Misadventures at the Mall.. 

 Now, my new church friends must be sure I am really a crazy person.  But I hope I can stay crazy because that is the fun part of me.  That is the part that (even though I am an old lady-a fat old lady I might add)  I will still wade in a puddle if I can find one and wave at trains and planes and geese)  That is the little girl left in me and though I don't see her as much as I used to , I am glad for that occasional glimpse letting me know she is still there.

Now, the lesson.  If you have done something wrong.  Something that needs fixing and the Lord is telling you, DO IT and DO IT QUICKLY.  and my, now we HATE to do the fixing part.   There was the official story (for the contest) and then this additional funny story I told to those sitting around me.. why? I'll never know.  I am surprised often by what my mouth says.  I never know where things come from.This is the story of Santa Claus (well, part true).  Becoming Christians, early in our son's growing up.( I think M. was about 7 when we moved to Jeff) , We didn't do Santa Claus.  We tried to always be truthful.  Choosing to observe Christmas  but not tell our children lies about the great unseen Santa.  For if we  lied about that, wouldn't the kids wonder when we told them about Jesus?

Now, the story.. true, well, partly true) 
 S. sitting in the grocery cart, somewhere and soneone , man or woman, I don't recall for I am sure it happened more than once.  People ask little kids all the time, "What's old Santa Claus going to bring  you, little boy?" 

S.  replied "Nuttin'." (for he knew the truth)  and I, being the writer heard myself blurt out the end to the tale. .  "Nuttin' and he ain't gonna bring you nuttin; either."  

Everyone laughed and they laughed because it was a great punch line to the tale but it wasn't true. Truth is, I really don't remember the rest of the story.

Later, - my spanking...my correction, Thank God for His correction!  "was that really what happened?  did it really end that way?  truth is, you don't remember it all, do you? and that makes your TRUE story a lie?"   "Yes, Lord you are right and I am truly sorry."

Making things right....One person sitting across from me  I was speaking to directly, although, there were others about me who heard and laughed, this  one I felt I needed to speak to.  Ask for forgiveness.. make things right and we all HATE to do this. It's difficult and uncomfortable  to admit we are wrong.. to confess our faults to one another .  She didn't even remember my story but the Lord did and I did. 

 Often, it is the small things, the details that we need to pay close attention to..  Help me Lord with the details.  Help me have every single thing in order, great and small.

So, the lesson for myself.. BEWARE of EMBELLISHMENTS!

Friday, January 12, 2018

Testimony

don't believe in LUCK
I don't believe in Fate
I don't believe in Karma
I do believe in
The Lord Jesus Christ.
Today, I called to check on my insulin order. Been trying to get this shipped since November 2017,, lots of problems, lots of bad communication between DR, nurses, and the Lily people. Today, out of all the folks who answer the phone, the fellow that answered my call today was named Malachi. and he had the answers I needed and now I know how to proceed. Thank you Lord Jesus and thank you Malachi. God hears and answers EVERY prayer ! He answers- yes, no or wait.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Christmas is over and I am glad.  The six penguins came out from the storage barn  but there was so much ado about them, I was content to let them stand in the front completely dark.  The other bits of Christmas decor I laid out will take but a little time to pack away.  This was not a  happy time -this year.  

Christmas Eve Sunday was wonderful.  We all came away with smile  and feeling so much encouraged.  Sunday Evening, Christmas Eve was ever better.  So wonderful to feel the Lord in our midst.  I never been happier I believe except in the first days on coming to Jeffersonville and knowing I was doing what the Lord wanted. .  The joy of those early days are mine again.  You see we have left our old Church and have been worshipng at Bible Bilievers Church in Louisville.  It is a difference of night and day.  

Christmas Day today was ham, dressing, green beans, lima beans and a very light christmas fruit bread Silas bought.  Also sweet potatoes cooked in olve oil. I am glad it is over.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Thanksgiving

What a lovely day we had.  David and I cooked together.  The dinner was awesome and later We all took a drive.  Conversation was pleasant!

So much to be thankful for.  "Thank you" is just too small of a word.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

August 9, 2017 Are You Ready to Go?

August 9, 2017
None of us have the promise of tomorrow. We never know when our time is over on this earth. 

The most important question is: Are you ready to go?
Are you sure of your eternal destination?
Do you know the Lord Jesus Christ?
Have you claimed Him as your Savior?
Does He live and reign in your heart?
Are you filled with Hid precious Spirit?
Please be sure now!

 Christians think of death in a much different way that people of this world.  Death is not a horrible monster and there is no fear of death, Death is an open door and Jesus Christ stands in that door.  Death changes only our dwelling place.  The "sting of death" was removed at Calvary!  What an assurance!  How Blessed are all who believe in Him.!

25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.  Job 19:25-27 KJV

 This is my story.

we were on vacation visiting family. The Dr changed my already (5 times normal strength insulin) from twice a day to three times per day.  I monitor my blood sugar levels all the time.  Most of the time it is high.  With the extra doses, I'd been having a few lower readings but not extreme.

 On the 9th of August, I began to feel the symptom sofa hypoglycemia, I treated it with a couple of hard candies.  D. had picked me up at my Mamas' and we went back to the hotel.  D went upstairs while I was waiting in the truck.  My sugar went low-very low...  I I don't know how I was alert enough to take a reading, but I did, it was 49.!  Somehow, I knew enough to eat mints that I always carry.  I vaguely recall stuffing them in my mouth and chewing, that is a very sketchy memory.

When blood sugar goes that low, you are unable to even think.  You know something is wrong but cannot act on it.

When D. came back to the truck, he thought I was asleep.   I have NO memory of unlocking the truck door. Only the Lord knows how I did that.  D says I told him 'I needed to eat'.  He took me to Wendy’s' and bought me a cheese burger and fries.  He said I didn't know what to do with it.

Back to the hotel. somehow, I made it  from the truck it to the room then collapsed on the bed. I was going in and out of consciousness. It was pnly then that D. realized the true emergency of my situation.D called an ambulance, He thought I was having a heart attack or stroke.  I could hear D. an S, talking but they sounded far away as in a dream.  I remember telling them I loved them and telling them goodbye and I remember saying I was ready to go.

Blood sugar levels can get so low that a diabetic coma results and that is fatal.

It wasn't a heart attack and it wasn't a stroke. just extremely low sugar.  My respiration from the ER report was only 18 when I arrived.  The hospital was next door to the hotel-  very short trip by ambulance.

The Dr's got my level back up but it bottomed out again.  Then they brought me a sandwich, applesauce and some chips.  I stayed a while in ER and then was released.

The point to all of this is.... I was ready to go, and If it had been my time, I was OK with that.

PLEASE Be ready.... Be sure... Be certain you soul is right with God.  Seek the Lord today while He may yet be found.  Do it NOW -this minute, please don't wait.

-Deborah