Thanksgiving

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

Changes

God;s Servant

Conversation in a Kitchen

Jack and John

   Jack and John

       By Deborah J Lindsey

I’m so late to work.”  John sighed as he parked his Vespa in front of the brownstone.

Suddenly, a Jack rabbit hopped from a bush and stood blinking up at him.

“Are you really John, the singing telegram man?”  The rabbit asked.

“Yes, I am.  How did you know?”

“Company logo on your cap and your name tag.”

John smiled and looked the rabbit up and down.

“Are you really Jack, the Jack Rabbit?”

“Yes, I am. How did you know?”

“Ears- Jack Rabbits have extra-long ears.  Your name- well, that was a just a lucky guess.”

                                                                                     C Copyright August, 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey

Brainstorm Prompt for 8/20/17: Improv Weekend Continues!! Choose at least one of each of the categories below and write a story of no more than 100 words. Here's a title suggestion: I'm So Late to Work. 
Singing telegram man, Jack Rabbit Vespa Scooter

                              I could write way more than 100 words about rabbits! :)

Criss Cross Apple Sauce

Criss Cross Applesauce

         By Deborah J Lindsey

Eleven-year-old Anna woke up eager and happy.  Today was another cooking lesson with her Grandmother Hilda.   Anna was ready.  Granny supplied the topic-meats, salads, vegetables, breads or desserts and Anna decided what she would like to ty.  Todays’topic was desserts and Anna had chosen Old-Fashioned Apple Sause Cake.

Granny greeted her with a welcome kiss and hug and handed her a pink and white checked apron. 

“Why do I need to wear an apron?  Nobody else ever does?”

Granny laughed.

“It will keep your clothes clean, it looks cool hanging in the kitchen.”

Okay, let’s get started.  Check your ingredient list.  I have some things out already- raisins are soaking in hot water.”

Anna checked her list, flour, baking soda, sugar, shortening, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves.  She read down her list and then checked it again.

“Granny, I don’t see any apple sauce. What kind do you use?  Mama uses “Moots.”

“Criss Cross Apple Sauce is the best, Dear.  I’ve used it for years.”

“Criss Cross Apple sauce,” Anna giggled and plopped down in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“What in the world are you doing?”

Anna looked puzzled.

“You know Granny, Criss Cross Apple Sauce?”

“Yes, it’s in the pantry-top shelf-left.  Be careful with the step stool.”

Anna got up and wet to the pantry and came back with two cans of apple sauce.

“Yes, there you see- Criss Cross Apple Sauce!

Now, young Miss, explain why you were sitting on the floor like an Indian.”

          C Copyright July 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

Bruno

Bruno

By Deborah J Lindsey

It was Friday and I couldn’t wait to get home.

You see, learning to play the Saxophone was a dream of mine and I’d found a nice one in a pawn shop and I couldn't wait to get started.

The owner of the shop raved and declared it was the beginner Sax belonging to the late Bennie B.  He claimed Bennie was a cousin of some other famous Sax player.  I had never heard of either one but the price was right so I bought it.

I ordered a “How To” on the internet- “Learn to Play the Sax In Two Days”- it sounded promising. 

The first indication that learning the Sax may not have been the best idea was Bruno.

Bruno was an unusual dog.  He always acting crazy. I guess that’s why I liked him so much but tonight, he was really acting crazy. 

When I blew “Twinkle Twinkle” he covered both ears and once he tried to drag my Sax away.

About one o’clock in the morning, I noticed Bruno was gone.  I figured he’d grown tired and went to bed.

I practiced a long while and finally felt confident enough to move past “Twinkle, Twinkle” to “Mary Had a Lamb”.  I took a deep breath and the next thing I knew someone was beating on my door. It was the cops! 

“You got a dog?”

I nodded.

“Well he’s disturbing the peace.”

“Bruno?”

“Yeah, call him.”

Bruno padded into the room looking sheepishly guilty.

He held a large sign in his mouth.  It read, “HELP”.

“Your dog has been pacing up and down the fire escape for the past hour.”

I did mention that Bruno was an unusually crazy dog but did I mention how smart he is?

 C Copyright July 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

written for:. 

Out of the box prompt:Take these 3 "clues" - arranged in any order - and weave a story under 300 words:

1: the title of a self-help book
2: a dog acting crazy
3: police at the door at 1 AM

Preheat Oven To 350

Preheat Oven To 350

   By Deborah J  Lindsey

“Preheat Oven to 350.

 Okay, that’s done.”

“What ‘cha up to Bunny?’

‘I’m cooking a turkey.  Would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I don’t think this bird will be ready that soon. It’s still frozen.  Have you ever cooked a turkey before?”

“No, but it’s easy as pie.  I saw it done on a cooking show.  All I need to do is preheat the oven to 350, pop the bird in and then take it out when the oven dings, It’s very simple. I think you could probably manage it if you tried.”

“Well, I don’t know?”

“Sure, look here.  The ovens’ flashing 350 and in goes the bird-like so and now START and now we wait.”

“But Hon, I think you should be using the range- not the microwave.”

“Oh, I didn’t get a free range one.  I told them I just wanted a plain turkey.

Set the table, won’t you Dear?”

“I’m so sorry Bunny, I just remembered I have a lunch date.  I really need to run.”

“Okay Dear, I understand but do stop in later for coffee and Easy pie.”

                                                                                                 C Copyright July 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey

First Line Prompt for 7/2/17: "Preheat oven to 350" 

The Peacock's Mirror

The Peacock’s Mirror

     By Deborah J Lindsey

“But I don’t want to strut.  Can’t I just walk about a bit?”

“Absolutely Not!”  “You come from a very long line of strutters and you must continue the family tradition.”

“Harold, listen to your Father.”

“But Mom. I don’t like strutting.  My tail plumes aren’t long enough yet; I measured them this morning.”

“Which measure did you use?”

“The one in your sewing basket.”

“No, no that one won’t work.  That one only measures home skills like the correct size of eggs

, nest building, and The Pea Hen’s Guide: Choosing the Best Strutter. 

"Use your Father’s measure; it’s on the hall table.”

“Yes, that’s the one.  Just attach it and don’t forget to activate the mirror.  The mirror will make your plumes seem ten time longer and one hundred times more beautiful.

“So, the mirror makes things seem something different than they really are?”

“Yes, Dear. Now, go strut.  Make us proud.”

 C Copyright June 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

6/27 Title prompt

Write a flash story using this as your title:

The Strutting Peacock

The Matched Set

 The Matched Set

                -Testimony-

    By Deborah J Lindsey

Does God know how much money you have and can He tell someone else?

The answer is ABSOLUTELY!

Thirty-Four years ago, I was a new Mom with many diapers.  Yes, the kind you

re-use.  Imagine that?  We had just moved into a different rental house and there was no washer or dryer.

One morning, David and I found ourselves parked outside the used appliance store.  We sat in the car and figured up how much we could spend.  We hoped it would be enough for a washing machine.  We were not even considering a dryer at this point.

Inside the store, we started to look at the available washers.  Almost Immediately, the salesman began to direct us to the matched sets. We didn’t think that was an option, so we resisted.

After a while however, we relented and started looking at the sets.  There were no prices listed anywhere but we were quite sure the sets were too expensive for us.

“How much for the pair?”  David finally asked.

To our amazement, the cost of the pair was the exact amount we had counted out while sitting in the car outside the store.

Not only did God know exactly how much money we had!  He let the salesman know as well!

 

 

We serve a Mighty God Who gives good gifts to His Children. He is more than able to supply our every need.

 

                                                     C Copyright June 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey   

 

Philippians 4:19King James Version (KJV)

¹⁹ But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

 

Happy 34th Birthday Silas

Every year about this time, I dig out my old handwritten journal and remind myself about the wonderful blessings of our Lord and the great miracle He gave us-Silas. Silas weighed 12-10 . His birth was difficult, Worst that could be, the Dr said. Silas was without a heart beat 10+ minutes,,His apgar score was 3 at 10 minutes. Normal babies are born with a score of 7 and that number increases quickly. Drs came and told us.. "Hr will never be a normal child. He will be little more than a vegetable. and that is IF he lives and we don't think he will." I didn't believe them and told them so and they thought I was just under the influence of the drugs and didn't understand what they were telling me but I wasn't and I understood exactly what they were saying. Well. he did live and I am so happy today to report after many struggles with life,

 today,
he is a true Christian Believer and that is worth more that all the gold in the world. So happy Birthday Silas!

Bamboozled

Bamboozled

By Deborah J Lindsey

“Honey, I’m afraid you’ve been bamboozled.  Ed Shanks is nothing more than a “hot air artist.”  He’s not going to marry you and walking the coral fence without falling really doesn’t qualify as gymnastics.”

Sixteen-year-old Marney looked full into her Mama’s care worn face. “Mamas’ as old as the ark and twice as dreary.”  She thought. Ed was “going places” and he promised to take me. “Mama just didn’t like him because he was a yank.”

Mama reached out to touch her daughter but Marney shook her hand away and turned her back.  She certainty wasn’t in the mood to listen to Mama quote some parable about a seed sower or some such rot.  Hadn’t she heard that stuff every day of her life? 

Marney huffed her way back to the farmhouse.  She climbed the stairs to her room and took out a small suitcase from the closet. She pulled a few items from the chest and then remembered Grandma’s lucky coin. It wasn’t a rare coin or worth anything more than just face value but Grandma said it was lucky and that was good enough.  Marney took the coin, tossed it in the air for the flip- “heads” she left- “tails” she stayed. 

It was “heads.”

Marney started to pack in earnest. She was surprised by the hot tears that stung her cheeks.  Marney looked at the dolls that sat on the window sill.  They seemed to to mock her with “I told you so” eyes.

“Mama doesn’t know anything! 

She’s wrong! 

Ed isn’t a “hot air artist”!  He’s afraid of heights! He’d never even go near a hot air balloon.”

Marney smiled, Ed was a long-haul trucker who drove a reefer cross country.   He wore a fedora like Indiana jones and he loved her. 

“He will marry me.”  Marney whispered.

She looked at her dolls again and wondered which one would like to go.  She chose the one with the Olympic Medal. 

                                                  C Copyright June 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey

6/6/17 Word List Prompt

Write what ever you want, about 200-500 words. You have to use the following words: (You can change tense, make it plural, etc., as long as the root word is there.)

reef
coin
bamboozle
fedora
dreary
ark
gymnastics
yank
seed