DEAR ANONYMOUS...

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for being such a faithful visitor to my blog.. I really appreciate it, and wish I knew who you are so I could visit your blog as well.

What puzzles me though is why you always have something negative to say..

Maybe there is a deep hurt within you that colors your view--not just of my posts, but of the world in general?

I pray for you. I pray that if you have been hurt by life, the Lord would touch you where you most need His touch and heal the bitterness and pain in your heart. I pray that He would hold you close and enable you to feel His presence and the great love He has for you. 

You are special in His sight. A one of a kind Divine original created for a special purpose and plan that no one else can fulfill.

You are His beloved child.

I peay that He would fill your heart with His peace that surpasses understanding, and with joy, and that He would open your eyes to be able to see the roses among the thorns.

❤️

Sandy/aka great-granny grandma

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

WITHOUT

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--WITHOUT

Five minutes to free-write about it

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While I sat in my little prayer corner this Good Friday morning, reflecting on what my life might have been without Jesus, the accuser was busy working overtime, bringing everything up I've ever regretted or been ashamed of. Any other time he would have gotten to me, but he chose the wrong day.

His accusations were all true, and each one pierced my heart, but Jesus...

I was listening to a Good Friday devo our church had posted on FB as part of a days of Holy Week series, and feeling especially overwhelmed by the enormity of what Jesus did for us on the cross. 

The thought that God Himself would take on human flesh in the form of Jesus so He could personally feel and experience everything we do--every fear, trial, sorrow, temptation, hurt and pain--and love us so much that He was willing to die such a humiliating and excruciatingly painful death to redeem us from our sins and extend to us the gift of eternal life, was a little more than I could fathom. 

Without Jesus, there is no forgiveness.

Without Jesus, the slate could never be wiped clean.

Without Jesus, there would be no hope when there seems to be no way. 

Without Jesus, rejection would have a double sting.

How grateful beyond words I am that because of Jesus, I no longer need to be tormented by anything from my past. 

Those are just a few of my reflections on this Good Friday day.

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For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. -- John 3:16, NIV

for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Jesus Christ. -- Romanse 3:23-24, NIV

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--not by works, so that no one can boast. -- Ephesians 2:8-9, NIV

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. -- Romans 5:8, NIV

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. -- Romans 6:23, NIV

If you declare with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. -- Romans 10:9-10, NIV 

SCARED

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--SCARED

Five minutes to free-write about it

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This week I cheated--sort of. I started reading other people's posts before writing my own. As I did so, I pondered the things that make me scared. I pondered so long, I was on my way to missing the deadline.

One of the things I am most scared of is physical pain.

I don't know why I am such a wimp, and why I have a needle phobia (not so bad now since the experiences documented in my little book, Oil of Myrrh). Back in the day, however, I was so scared of needles that I almost didn't get married because there was a premarital blood test requirement, and when I had my babies, I opted for natural childbirth because the thought of being given a needle was more daunting than the thought of what any labor pain might possibly feel like.

About eight years ago I made a choice based on fear that  almost cost me my life. By God's grace and the many prayers lifted up on my behalf, I not only survived, but learned some important lessons in the process which I later went on to share on HeartValveSurgery.com in response to some people asking for feedback as to whether or not they really needed to proceed with a recommended surgery even if they were asymptomatic. The post was entitled, DO NOT BE AFRAID.

When I am afraid, I need to remind myself that God is in control of all things, and can be trusted with every detail of my life and circumstances. How much better to rely on Him and His faithfulness when I am scared than to rely on my very fallible intellect.   

PERSUADE

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--PERSUADE

Five minutes to free-write about it

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My daughter has been trying to persuade me to get hearing aids for a while. 

One of the reasons I've resisted is that my issue is not volume so much as being able to distinguish certain words that contain letters that sound alike. I can hear a person speaking loud enough, but struggle to understand similar sounding words such as "bread" and "thread," or "15" and "50," which can result in my hearing something different than what was actually said.  

Hearing aids that could be customized to meet my specific auditory frequency needs are very pricey and not what I would consider a justifiable expense at this stage.

Well, my daughter bought me a pair of AirPod Pro 2 buds that can double as hearing aids and persuaded me to just give them a try. She pointed out that even if I didn't like the hearing aid feature, I could still use them to listen to music or podcasts, so I agreed to do it.

This latest series of AirPods Apple has come out with has software that enables you to take a hearing test, which is then used to customize your hearing experience.  The results were truly amazing. Not only was the sound quality excellent, but the difference it made in my hearing was quite remarkable. She was happy, and so was I.

Do I have a good daughter,or what? I am so grateful I let her persuade me to try them out.    

A WISE SAYING

We can never see the sunrise by looking toward the west. (Japanese proverb)

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

AN ANNIVERSARY, A THROWBACK, AND AN FMF PROMPT

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--ENGAGE

Five minutes to free-write about it

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Once again, I have a dilemma. How to get the word prompt to fit with what I'd like to share, since I really would like to engage with my FMF friends and participate in the challenge. 

Yesterday, was my blog's 18th anniversary, and my plan was to write a special post to commemorate the occasion. Instead, I found myself engaged in so many things the day escaped me and I completely forgot. 

In hindsight, what I should have done was pre-write the post and schedule it to post on the day of. 

Among the things I had wanted to share was how a few days ago I came across an old e-mail sent to me by my first blog friend 14 years ago. It brought back memories of my very first blog post, and of how she had been the first person to leave me a comment. 

She no longer blogs, so I sent her a message on Facebook and we engaged in a nice little chat. A lot of water has flowed beneath both our bridges during the past 18 years, and it felt good to touch base and engage with her again.

So that's it for my five minutes this week. The rest of this post is a throwback. It's a reprint of that very first post to commemorate both my blog's 18th birthday, and 18 years of a bloggie friendship. (I've added a link to the original post in case you would like to read that very first comment she left me as well.)

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"I do not understand what I do. ...For what I do is not the
good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do--this I
keep on doing." (Romans 7:15,19)

Frustration at not being able to set up this blog page to look the way I want it to has led me to open up the tightly sealed tub of Trader Joe Triple Ginger Snap cookies made with fresh crystallized ginger that I had bought for my daughter Joanne to try, and "hidden" away until I see her. Bad move! I knew that Trader Joe Triple Ginger Snaps is not something I should have in my house, but I thought that putting them out of sight would keep me from eating any. Ha! That tub of cookies is now 12 lighter. I hope I get to see Joanne soon.

This takes my thoughts way back to a Christmas eons ago when I lived in Jackson Heights and had a good friend, "British" Margaret, who loved those huge, oversized Cadbury chocolate bars with the fruit and nuts, and the caramel, and I don't even remember what all else. That Christmas I decided that the perfect gift for her would be one of each kind. I think there were six varieties, which I purchased, wrapped ever so carefully, and put under the Christmas tree.

Now there were two problems I hadn't considered, and which proved to be my undoing. Number one, I also loved those huge, oversized Cadbury bars, AND, Margaret didn't show up the day before Christmas to pick up her gift as planned.

Christmas came and went, and after a few days of seeing that carefully wrapped gift all alone under the tree, I couldn't take it any longer. It seemed to be calling my name, and after a brief struggle with my conscience, gluttony got the best of me. Carefully I unwrapped the gift, slid out one Cadbury, and rewrapped the other five. She will never be the wiser, I rationalized. Still Margaret did not come, and I wound up repeating this shameful process five more times.

When my good friend Margaret finally dropped by, I had no gift to give her. How embarrassing! Fortunately she was a real sport about it, and we ended up having a good hearty chuckle. Hope this doesn't turn out to be deja vu where Joanne's cookies are concerned.

JOURNEY

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--JOURNEY

Five minutes to free-write about it

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This week I have a dilemma. How to get the word prompt to fit with what I really want to share. I had been hoping for a perfect word, but it's not. So please bear with me, even though it's going to be a stretch.

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During my post salvation journey through life, the Lord has, on several occasions, reminded me not to put Him in a box. He has shown me that even though He often answers prayer by using people as His hands and feet to bring about the desired result, even when there's no one available, He can do it anyway. 

Five minutes is not long enough to mention all the times He did this, but here are two. 

The first incident happened fairly early in my journey and is documented here (if you would like to read the details). 

In brief, I had wanted to make a gift for the ladies in one of my Bible study groups but was having trouble figuring out how to go about it. None of my artsy-crafty friends I had been counting on for help were home, and it was time sensitive, so I prayed an urgent prayer, and the Lord answered. Thoughts started popping into my mind, and step by step He guided me through the whole process, by way of that still small voice within. 

The finished product was not what I had envisioned. It was way more creative than anything I could have hoped for or imagined being able to put together without a live, flesh-and-blood person to show me how.

The second incident happened just a few days ago. 

Many of you know about my accident on Christmas Day when I fell face down on the concrete sidewalk while getting out of my granddaughter's car. What I didn't mention (because I didn't know at the time), was that a chip off of one of the two chipped teeth had gotten embedded in my lip. 

Long story short, I had been using a drawing salve to try and bring the chip to the surface so it could be removed without surgery, and after several weeks it did journey its way up, but not actually through. 

A couple of friends offered to extract it for me, but being the wimp that I am, I did not want anyone poking around my mouth.

I continued applying the salve and praying for the chip to make its way out. Finally, on a day when I thought a tiny corner of it might be poking through, and I was trying to muster up the courage to grab hold of it with a tweezers and try pulling it out myself, the Lord stepped in and helped me out by taking care of it Himself.

While flossing my teeth that night, a piece of the floss got caught on that tiny piece of chip and pulled it out just far enough so I could easily remove it with my fingers. 

Is that an awesome testimony about the journey of a chip or what!

FEELING BAMBOOZLED

This post was written for Five Minute Friday

Word prompt--PURSUE

Five minutes to free-write about it

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Today's pursuit of bargains did not do me well. 

I was at the Dollar Tree store, and instead of just buying what I went in there for, I decided to browse the aisles and see if there were any unusual bargains. 

On my stroll through the gardening supplies aisle I spotted two bags of Miracle-Gro potting soil sitting on a half-empty shelf. It seemed too good to be true, so I grabbed them both. My mind was full of thanksgiving and thoughts of the great testimony I would later share on my blog about this miraculous and unexpected stroke of good fortune. 

So great was my excitement over this find, that's all I could think about, and I mindlessly paid the bill without paying attention to what I was actually being charged (easy to do when you use a card instead of cash). In the car though, I did start to wonder about it, and pondered how the few items I had purchased could possibly have come to a total of $15.

When I got home and checked my bill, I felt totally bamboozled as I realized those bags had been placed in the wrong aisle, and had cost me $5 each instead of $1.25. 

In the big scheme of things, that was hardly tragic. I needed potting soil anyway. But back in the day there was something else I had pursued and thought I had found that really could have led to tragedy had the Lord Himself not come to my rescue. 

Five minutes is not long enough to go into the details, but for anyone who is interested, it is all documented in my memoir, SINCERELY WRONG: An Improbable Journey.  

Do not be deceived, as I was, into thinking that there are many paths to God. There is only one path we can pursue that will lead us there, and that is Jesus.

Because of Adam and Eve's sin in the Garden of Eden, we are all born into a fallen world, and because of sin we are separated from our Heavenly Father by a vast gulf that we cannot cross through our own efforts. Jesus is the only path to eternal life. The Bible tells us in John 14:6 that He is the way, the truth, and the life, and that no one can come to the Father except through Him.

The good news is that God so loved the world (you and me included) that He sent Jesus to die for our sins on the cross so that "whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life" (John 3:16).

This gift of salvation can only be received by grace, through faith. It cannot be earned by good works (Ephesians 2:8-9), and even though it is not God's will for anyone to perish, He will not impose His will on you or force you to accept it. The choice is yours.