It is Monday. It is raining. They kind of go together don't they. Rainy Monday. I had a lazy weekend. I heard from both my children, yippee. I talked to my Grandson Vernon and his wife Brandy on Saturday. Hey it doesn't get any better than this. Right? I had not been able to come up with any set idea. Yes one of those mornings. So I have decided to just ramble. Oh wait, I always do that, don't I?
I have two pair of low visions glasses. I buy them over the Internet. I use them to try and read things, plus the computer. A few days I ago I lost the brown ones. I didn't tell the Emperor. I tried to look for them without him knowing, my system of searching is patting objects. Such as chairs and tables. My hands are my eyes. He hates to see me going around the house patting objects down. I had been looking when he wasn't around. Yesterday i lost the gold pair too. No glasses. I am looking, I am patting, he asks what in the heck I am doing. "Looking for glasses," I say. "Wear the other pair," he says. "I lost them two days ago," I say. The tension set in then. I walked around trying to find at least one pair. The Emperor gave me a running statement as I looked. It was stressful. I went into the bedroom, sat on the bed. "Please God I whispered," let me find at least one pair of glasses." For some reason I bent over and ran my hand under the edge of the bed. There was a pair of glasses. I jumped for joy. Never say you don't believe in prayer. Because as I stand grinning with my glasses on my face, I will disagree.
Prayer is a mighty powerful thing. Having faith when you pray is sometimes not so easy. You can say you believe but there is that tiny doubt tugging at your heart. Sometimes we pray in desperation and it feels our prayers come back smacking us in the face. So much empty air we have released, that is when we just have to stand on faith. Just believe.
God is not a big Barney though, just there for us to turn to when the going gets rough. Then when all is doing good we never utter his name. I wouldn't mind if he was a big Barney, it would be much easier to talk to him when I goofed up. Which I do on a daily basis.I don't think Barney would send hellfire and brimstone down on me when I did some really dumb stuff. But then again Barney may have a temper too.
My Mother prayed all the time. But my one of most precious memories was at night. Every night she knelt at the side of her bed and prayed. I would see her from the other room. Kneeling and talking to God. She was never embarrassed that anyone saw her. She was talking tio her Heavenly Father. A nightly ritual she always did. Sick or well. Most of us pray, hurried little lines. "Please help me God. Please give me this. Please do this for me." I ask myself, "Am I as thankful to him as I am in the asking?"
I wonder sometimes as I pray hurriedly for help as I did last night. What makes me think God has the time to listen to me over my glasses. There are people dying as I spoke. People who are in danger. And I sit in my bedroom almost in tears at not finding my glasses and not being able to see them. And having the pressure of hearing a constant stream of innuendos about my intelligence. But you know I just bent over and their they were. What made me reach under the bed? I don't know, something urged me to to do it. Was it God? Well I truly don't think it was Purple Barney.
Another Blog that makes little sense, except to me. Kind of scary isn't it, that my ramblings makes sense to me. Oh well, it takes all kinds of us to make up this world. And some of us are kind of strange. But isn't that what makes this life so interesting. But I will put up my umbrella and stroll on out of here for this morning. Take care, but for now I'm outta here.
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