Monthly Archives: September 2013

The Butt Dial

Dear Readers,

     I wrote this little anecdote at the end of a typical senior day… 

 

     THE BUTT DIAL     Journal Entry 7-12-2013

 

     "Is this the beginning of the end, Father?" I prayed.  As I look forward several months to my rapidly approaching 70th birthday, I reflect on my day.  It started when I walked my dog in the freshly cut alfalfa field in front of my house, just before sunrise.  I came home covered with mud and grass, jumped in the shower and told the Lord, "What a beautiful July morning, Lord!  Today is the day You have made, let me rejoice and be glad in it!  Any day I’m not in ICU is a good day!"

     I was out the door by 9AM and off to run errands, pick up parts at the Chevy Dealer for the church van that C.J. is repairing, then over to my daughter’s house to drop off a package.  From there to an eye doctor appointment where a bunch of tests were run on my eyes for my Glaucoma.

     As I sat in the waiting room scribbling in my journal, I wondered if the news would be good or bad.  All the tests came back excellent, so I thought.  And then my doctor spoke, "You need Lazer surgery again on your right eye, Claire!  The pressure is still too high!" he told me.

     "Is this an average day in the life of a senior?"  I silently spoke to God.

     "Yes, it is!" I felt the Lord whisper back to me, "But, any day you are not in ICU is a good day!" He reminded me.

     Home to update my hubby and I decided to go get into some comfortable clothes.  I emptied my pockets and tossed my cell phone on the bed.  As I was walking away I glanced down and noticed the circle phone emblem on my cell going round and round, indicating it was calling out to someone.

     "I guess I accidentally butt dialed that thing, again!"  So I hit the "End call button" without seeing the phone number since my reading glasses weren’t on my face.  As I walked to the kitchen to get something to eat, I heard the cell phone ring in my bedroom.  I ran in and just hit the "End call button" again; I never did look at the number.

     Half way down the hall it started ringing yet again.  Oh, I guess I should answer it and try to explain what I did, "Hello!"

     "This is 911!  You just called us!  Are you ok?  Are you hurt?"

     I wondered how in the world I called them.  Laughing and quite embarressed I sheepishly spoke, "I’m so sorry!  I butt dialed you by mistake!  I don’t know how I got 911!  I’m really sorry!"

     They refused to accept my answer, "Are you sure you are ok?"

     "Yes, I’m fine, but these electronic gadgets are a pain in the butt, no pun intended!  Good bye."

     Back to the kitchen for some lunch and again the cell phone in the bedroom started ringing, and yet again I ran to the bedroom to answer it. (You would think I would bring it out to the kitchen by now, dah!)

     "Hello, this is the Polk County Sheriff!  Did you call 911?  They told me to check on you!  Are you sure you are ok?"

     "Yes, I’m ok, I accidentally butt dialed them, sorry!" I told the sheriff.

     But, he wasn’t going to let me off that easily, "Is anyone holding a gun to your head or anything like that?"

     Oh Lord, please help me out here, "Officer, I am fine, really, I just butt dialed 911 by accident!  I don’t know how, but I did.  I’m so sorry!"

     "Can I ask you a few questions then?"  He wouldn’t let go.

     "Sure, go ahead," I sighed deeply.

     "What is your address?…What is your birth date?…What time is it?…" and on and on.  Feeling quite foolish, I answered all his questions correctly.  But then he caught me, "What phone number are you calling from?"

     "No one ever asks me that and I hardly ever use this cell phone (Until today).  I can tell you my home phone number!  Is that ok?"  He took all that information and must have decided I wasn’t demented, or in any danger.  "Thank you for checking on me officer, good bye!"

     "Lord, is this the beginning of the end?" I asked,  "Is it all down hill from here?"  And, almost instantly I heard back, "Well, every day you’re not in ICU is a good day!"

     As I climbed into bed my last thought was, "Today is the day the Lord has made, let me rejoice and be glad (it’s over) in it!"

     So, if you are a senior reading this, I leave you with one last thought, "Do you know where your keys are right now?"  Well I do!!!

                                        Love in Christ, Claire  xoxo 

 

P.S.  Please excuse my punctuation if it’s not perfect! 

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The Stress Level

Dear Readers,

     I know I have written about the subject of "Money Prayers" many times before, but even after almost 40 years of knowing the Lord personally, I still shake my head each time financial prayers are answered… 

     

 THE STRESS LEVEL   Journal Entry – September 5, 2013

 

     It is not a coincidence that a violent hail storm hit the Denver metropolis in August 2013, providing my son work for the whole winter season ahead!

     It wasn’t an accident when C.J. and I went in to pay our annual home and auto insurance, and our agent surprisingly saved us a little over $500 off our policies; and then a couple weeks later, we found a little car for our granddaughter to drive back and forth from school to work, for exactly $500.

     It also wasn’t "By chance" that C.J. was able to find most of the parts in our local bone yard, that he needed to resurrect a smashed church van from the dead!

     Neither was it an accident when Cal was praying for extra money to paint his old 1959 Edsel, when an insurance man discovered that Cal had over paid for years on his life insurance, and then suddenly received a refund check in the mail which helped to get his vintage car a new paint job!

     These events are not coincidences, luck, or fate!  They are part of God’s plan for our lives.  He knows everything ahead of time, even the number of hairs that are still on my head; and when the next rain storm will hit the Bolivar, Mo. area; and when my daughter will get the perfect job He already has for her; and when each person on our prayer chain will be healed, or go to be with Him, right down to the very second in time they will occur!

     I wish I could convey to the younger generation, so many of which are on antidepressant meds for stress, that all the worrying and fretting in the world today, is just another day to the Lord.  And, how much energy we all waste by not totally trusting in His control.

     If I could change only one thing in my almost 70 years of existence on this earth, it would be to take life one day at a time and get on my knees every morning, and give that day totally to God.

 

               Love in Christ,  Claire   xoxo

 

     P.S.  To all my loved ones, please, if you haven’t yet done so, invite Jesus Christ into your heart, ask Him to forgive your sins, and give control of your life to Him today.  He will be returning for His people soon.

 

     Matthew 6:27, "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"  (NIV)

     Matthew 6:34, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own."  (NIV)

     Psalms 118:24, "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."  (NIV) 

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