As I Was Saying
By Opal ToneyThankin' the
Lord...
This week’s column was pulled from the As I was Saying archives
collection.
I’m sittin’ by my window this mornin’, as I have most every day for many
years.
I thank the Lord for all the beauty and I have to go outside if the weather
is suitable – and at times I go anyway!
I’m thinkin’ of the many who are sick, especially so many ‘round my age. But
when a young person’s life is over it seems even worse.
But we must remember our Lord is in control, and will give us peace.
I have a little book in my hand that I enjoy readin’ what it has to say each
day of the week – and I would like to share part of it with yall.
THURSDAY: “Think of a friend in trouble...is there some little thing you can
do? If there’s nothing else, then offer a prayer from a heart that’s sincere
and true.”
A True Friend Is A Treasure
My world is filled with many things
More valuable than gold
The countless “little” pleasures
Than an average day can hold
The happiness of loves ones
In a home that’s snug and warm
The beauty of a rainbow
And the splendor of a storm
But most of all, much dearer
Than the purest gold could be
Are friends as wonderful as you
Who share this world with me
– Elizabeth Gerus
As I was saying, I’m sittin’ by my window. |
The
View From Here
By Katherine VenoMaking
peace with ourselves...
It is a fact that until we make peace with who we really are, and discover
what we truly love, that it is impossible to be happy with what we have.
On the ever-uphill road of acquisition, we lose sight of what is really
important in our life, but as we grow older, simplicity gains importance. It
is time to make peace with ourselves. Some of the things that seemed so
important wash away and the real self begins to surface.
Some days, all of us are pulled together and other days we just do not care.
The outside package of ourselves carries too much importance. When we do not
live up to the world’s expectations of how we should look or behave, we fall
victim to a vicious circle of self-loathing. We should not do this to
ourselves.
True beauty is an inner light that shines with our spirit, not a face full
of makeup. Instead of looking into the mirror and asking yourself how do I
look, ask yourself how do I feel? How you feel about yourself on any day
will influence how you look on the outside more than your clothes. Change
starts with a strong inner life. Reflection or meditation with a walk will
do more for your looks than any new outfit.
It is true we must make peace with the past, with the body and face we were
born with and those that have evolved. Today I embrace the lines that look
back at me and the parts that sag in the middle or stick out where they
shouldn’t. I accept the hair that never holds curl or never unwinds.
Before we can find genuine love, we have to accept the fact and acknowledge
that we are what we are, and we are fantastic and beautiful.
Real life knocks us all around, whether we are rich or poor. On the outside,
we may look as if we have our act together, but each of us encounters those
bad days when we feel small, fragile, scared and broken.
When we have a day that is not a good day, we should be kind and not pound
relentlessly upon our spirit. These are the times I know I must pamper
myself. I recently purchased a pair of young doves for my empty bird cage.
Their soft beauty and sounds bring me such comfort and joy. Maybe I did not
need them in a physical sense, but my spirit did. I recover myself one
kindness at a time.
When I finally learned that it was okay to eat ice cream and sit in the park
and listen to the birds, and say “no” to the next request for my time, I
began to discover my inner self.
So, each morning I make a commitment to be there for myself. It has taken me
years to realize that if I am not good to myself, my life won’t come
together. Nobody can do it for me.
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Escapades of Emily
By Emily Gail LundyChanges
are coming...
Inevitable change. It can be as subtle as wearing out of the sole of a
favorite shoe or as explosive as a relay track team eating up the laps to
win first place.
It is said the generation celebrating 50-plus years of marriage will be
something for memory. Already, marriages don’t make it, 50-50. Changes in
cherishing years of wedded union are already here.
Daily, changes occur in the goodness of medicine or certain foods. I drink a
diet cola a day; now it is said to be harmful. Will green tea be next? I
whined to a friend about giving up diet colas. She chided me as to my age
and the years of intake of this cola. Why was I concerned?
One pleasurable change would be for pecans to be as good for us as cashews
or almonds, but no such ruling yet.
Rapid technical changes are one bane of my existence. Changes in health that
don’t involve cutting into my skin are welcomed miracles.
Some changes will be the result of nature and the lack of power, fuel, water
and other essentials we are used to.
I’m adapting somewhat, but the generation of my grandchildren is in for a
shock. When several of these teens and above hit our house for a weekend, I
find myself washing and drying bath-sized towels like a madwoman.
Some of these guests require two showers a day, and with each dousing, three
towels are needed – one for the hair, one for the body, and one to stand on
as the other two are used! It took a few weekends to figure this out. Why, I
used one towel twice in a week as a young girl. One on the floor? This isn’t
a gym. How can a towel for clean hair be of any danger to the rest of the
body?
I don’t think these wasteful people are ready for stories from the 40s or
before where one No. 3 tub was used on Saturday night for one family, oldest
on down. From this practice came the saying, “Don’t throw out the baby with
the bathwater.” American young bathe more than any other people in the
world.
Those who read National Geographic have seen how big lakes in the U.S. are
rising from the bottom. The question is not how full is the lake, but how
deep? Water will soon be worth more than oil or gold.
My husband and I have seen a wagon and mules in another county. Please don’t
hit us as we amble down the highway, half off the pavement. Think what the
pioneers of this country endured.
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