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?

 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 our dwelling place.  The "sting of death" was removed at Calvary!  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 lowerreadings but not extreme.

 On the 9th of August, I bean to feel the symptom sof 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 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 vaguly 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 Wendys' 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 from the truck it to the room  then collapsed  on the  bed. I was going in and out of consciousness. 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 you go into a diabetic coma 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 bought 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 I was OK with that. 

Be ready.... Be sure... Be certain you soul is right with God.  Seek the Lord today, this minute, please don't wait.

-Deborah


Friday, October 20, 2017

Changes

Hust about 2 months ago, we left the little church in the country and as with all the other moves in my life, I am sure this was the leading of the Lord.  Thank you Lord!

This was in reply to what David wrote.  I am trying to find his words.

Amen and Amen!  I must say that I am so HAPPY!  I feel happy like I felt in the beginning when I first became a Christian. I am THRILLED.   I can’t wait for another service.  In fact, I wish there were more.  How do I know that making this change was right and ordered of the Lord?  It’s the changes I see in my walk with the Lord.  It’s a refreshing and a refilling!  How lovely!  I have never experienced such worship!  I see people before the service down on their knees at their seats and at the altar-young boys and girls, teen agers. Middle age, old age.  People concerned about the condition of their souls crying out to the Lord.   There is a special prayer meeting the Saturday night before communion Sunday.  A time set aside to pray for one another-a time to check up- and time to prepare our hearts for the Lord’s Supper.  The Lord is coming for His Bride!  The dead in Christ-our loved ones who are resting are coming back -I am looking all the time!  We WILL see them and Brother Branham too.  I never had a chance to see him or be in one of his meetings but I WILL    This is real!     -Deborah

God;s Servant

Our Dear Brother Collins has gone to be with the Lord.  Just a little over a year since Sister Collins left.

I can't  be sad because he is now in the presence of the Lord.  He has been reunited with his sweet wife and son and h as already shook the hand of  Brother Branham.  Thank You Lord for taking him quickly.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Conversation in a Kitchen



   
Conversation in a Kitchen
By Deborah J Lindsey

“Oh, Dear!  I have a frog in my throat and my sinuses are clogged up like a plumber’s sink.”

“What’s a plumber’s sink have to do with you feeling bad?”

“You know…  plumber’s sinks are usually clogged because they spend so much unclogging others that they neglect their own?’

“What?  No, I don’t follow.

 Do we have any more pop tarts?”

“No, we’re out, but there’s a coupon on the counter.

“Let me explain. You see, that phrase-about the plumber’s clogged sink is a “cliché”.  It’s an idiom or saying that helps to describe something.”

“Wow! What big words!  I need me some earplugs!

 Why, you’re just a “walking dictionary, aren’t you?”

“But you do understand at least part of what I’m saying, don’t you?”

“Yeah sure, I get you.  You got a frog in your throat, you have plumber’s sinuses and your engine is running but your tank is empty and you think I’m making a mountain out of a mole hill.  Is that about it?”


Write a 100-300 word story. Make sure to use the following words (any tense of the word is fine).

Frog
Coupons
Earplugs
Pop tarts
Mountain
Dictionary
Engine
Sinuses








Friday, August 25, 2017

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! :)

Friday, July 28, 2017

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



Saturday, July 22, 2017

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 but 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



Sunday, July 2, 2017

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" 




Tuesday, June 27, 2017

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

Saturday, June 17, 2017






Mama’s Coffee Pot

      By Deborah J Lindsey

“I don’t know what to write.”  Gwen said and frowned at the blank computer screen.

She walked into her tiny pink and white kitchen and pulled a mug from the cabinet.  She also took down a box of coffee that held fifty neatly packaged individual servings. She popped one in the machine and pulled down the handle.  The machine protested only a moment before it hissed and gurgled out a perfect cup of “Bernardo’s Best Breakfast Blend”.  Gwen removed the cup from the machine and lifted it to her lips.  Before taking a sip, she allowed the heady aroma to fill her nostrils. 

To her, it was the fresh smell of morning and the promise of a brand-new day and it reminded her of Mama.

Memories took hold and Gwen was back making coffee in the tiny pink and white kitchen on Vermont Street. She knew Mama lay in the darkness, smiling and listening to her coffee making efforts and as soon as the coffee aroma reached her, Mama and her smile would appear in the doorway.

In those long-ago days, Gwen could brew coffee but was not allowed to drink it for it was considered too strong for children.   Mama made what she called “kid’s coffee” which was mostly milk and sugar with a hint of coffee to flavor.  Even though it wasn’t the real thing, Gwen loved it and the time drinking “coffee” with Mama was a special time that they alone shared.

 Gwen remembered learning to make coffee in the new electric percolator and how proud she was when she finally mastered it.

Mama kept her coffee pot on what she called a “Coffee Service.”  It was just a plastic tray with two ivy-patterned china cups, a cut-glass sugar bowl and a black and white spotted cow that poured cream from its mouth.

The pot itself was gleaming stainless-steel with an elegant fluted spout and a top with a clear glass dome in the lid.   This all set on a black base with a caution that warned in gold letters-
                                                         “Do Not Immerse.”

 Gwen filled the pot with water and carefully measured out coffee from the ceramic canister with the strawberries twinning on the front.  Into the metal basket, she counted - two-four-six-eight-ten-twelve and one more scoop for the pot, Mama always said. Then she placed the top on the basket and maneuvered the entire set-up into the center well at the bottom of the pot.  She added the top and pressed it firmly in place.

Gwen waited for the familiar whoosh and groan as the water was sucked up through the metal tube and filtered back down through the dry coffee.

Gwen took her first sip of coffee.  The space in the doorway was empty and the coffee tasted bitter on her tongue.


                                                                                             Copyright June 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey


First line prompt for 6/17/17: I don't know what to write.

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.

 



Wednesday, June 7, 2017

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!

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

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

Monday, June 5, 2017

Breathing is Optional

6/5 dialogue prompt. No speech tags. Nothing. Just the conversation.
"Breathing is optional, you know."


Breathing is Optional
       By Deborah J Lindsey

“Breathing is optional, you know.”

“What do you mean, “Breathing is optional?
What kind of test is this?
I thought I was here for a chest X-ray?

I am completely calm! I just want some answers!
No!, I’m not signing anything!

OK, I am calm and I am reading your paperwork but who is this Doctor? I’ve never even heard of him?

Ok, let me get this straight. This Doctor, Edmund A. Qak is in a partnership with my regular primary physician and it is he who has authorized this test?

I’m sorry, how can I not laugh at the name? Surely, that isn’t his real name?

OK, I’ve signed giving permission for this “Qak” to perform the test.
Billing? Why do I need to talk to the Billing department?
Yes, you have all my cards-Medicare parts ABCDEFG and P and my supplemental coverage card. 

I have a library card. Do you need that as well?

No, I’m not a violent person as a rule but I am missing my morning coffee.

Oh Really! The pre-test instructions stated I was to be fasting after midnight.

Of course, I’m sure. See, here it is- plain black and white.

All-right then, bring me a cup of coffee please.
For staff only, huh? Why am I not surprised?

Ok, can we proceed?"

“Stand still please. Breathing is optional.”

C Copyright by Deborah J Lindsey May 2017

One of my favorite writing prompts-Dialog with no qualifiers!  Fun!


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Welcome Naomi Rose

May 6 2017

Welcome Naomi Rose

Daggers!

Went to an even tonight...someone there hated  me so much.  Felt like tiny daggers piercing my skin.  Hatred is such an evil thing.  I don't think I've ever hatred that  strong.  How sad.  For I would have greeted her with love.  I'm so sorry. I pay the Lord help her.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Cancer Free

and on a personal note, todays' colonscopy was perfect..  2 years cancer free. Thank You Lord~

Friday, May 19, 2017

Acrostic




(Acrostic*  (a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in with certain letter in each line form a word or sentence.)

ACROSTIC

By Deborah J Lindsey


“TUNDRA”
Time Unveiled Nature’s Desire:  Reindeer Always

Stephanie Foster smiled.   Truly, this wasn’t her best Acrostic effort but it would have to do.  She was tired.

Her thoughts wandered to Robert. He’d noted her love for puzzles when they first met 6 months ago.  The Acrostic exchange was a delightful game between them.  His words were always thought-provoking and words he knew she would have to research a bit to answer.  Her words. On the other hand, tended to be silly and fun.  Her choice today was simple-just her name, Stephanie.  She was curious to learn what he would do with it.  She thought she was falling in love with him and hoped this might offer a clue to his feelings. It was an opportunity anyway, she thought.

Stephanie glanced at the table where her pager and stethoscope lay ready for a quick retrieval.  She was on-call until 4am.  “On call” meant staying in hospital and that meant grabbing a bite to eat and a nervous nap.
She’d managed a couple of hours this shift and was thankful for a few moments to rest body and spirit.

The call room she’d been assigned to was better than most.  This one had a shower and a door that locked.  Three gray lockers ran down one side of the wall and a worn desk with a folding metal chair filled the corner.  The “bed” was nothing more than a gurney that could be pressed into service at any time.

Stephanie checked her watch, sat up and pulled her crutches into position. She made her way to the desk and flipped through her charts.  She added a notation here and there and a signature where needed then straightened the pile.

She checked her watch again, rose and tossed the salad dish into the trash.  She fished her nurse’s shoe from beneath the gurney with the tip of a crutch and pulled in near.  The other shoe stood alone- stiffly upright and permanently affixed to the flesh-colored prosthesis that served as her other limb.

She’d heard that Robert had a similar shoe.  She could certainty sympathize with him and longed to know the details but knew she would never ask. He would have to share with her in his own time. She wished that he would only trust her.

Stephanie inserted her stump into the prosthesis.  She felt the familiar gush of air as the vacuum took hold. She stood and pressed firmly seating the appliance in place. She opened her locker and stowed her night things on the shelf.  Then propped her crutches against the locker wall.  She took out a clean lab coat and pulled it over her scrubs.  A quick brush to her hair and she was out the door on her way to morning rounds and Robert.

He smiled when he saw her.

“There’s the solution to your Acrostic and my next contribution to the game.”  He winked and quietly slipped two folded notes in her hand.

It was much later in the day before she had a chance to see what
Robert had written. She pulled the notes from her pocket and lay them on the lunch table.

“Stephanie” was written on the outside of one note. She opened that one first.

STEPHANIE,
Some TImes Every Precious Heart Announces New Intentions – Enduring?


Stephanie’s heart soared.  She smiled and carefully re-folded the note.  She held it in her hand a moment and then on impulse, she put it to her lips and kissed it before returning it to her pocket.  

How could things be any better?  She thought as she reached for the remaining note.

Tears filled her eyes as she read Robert’s new Acrostic clue-
"PROSTHESIS"


C Copyright May 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey


a·cros·tic  əˈkrôstik/
noun
1.     a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words.


This story resulted from a writing promp:

May 16 word list prompt
You know how it works. Write 300-500 words about any topic as long as you use the following words:
Salad
Shoe
foster
sympathize
tundra
spirit
stethoscope



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