Personal Lessons - Knowledge Based on Experience

Sep. 17, 2019


I can’t save you

Despite how hard I try.

I can’t fix anything about your life.

There’s no reason to ask, “Why?”

I can’t fill the gap.

I can’t take away your pain.

Time changes everything;

Nothing is ever the same.

I’ve stepped back.

I’ve let go.

I trust God to reveal

His will, so

Please know that I love you.

Please know that I care.

Please know that I treasure

The memories we share.

Life marches forward.

There’s no one to blame.

God knows where you are,

And He knows your name.


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Sep. 16, 2019

This song. Right here. This song says so much if you force yourself to listen through the loud music and the anger. This song. Right here. This song was sang in the middle of a field, by two cowboys, Saturday night, deep in the heart of Texas.

This song. Right here. Allows us to hear the message of the younger generation. Why is it that we, their parents and grandparents, choose to do nothing about the violence raging? Instead, we grasp our traditions. We debate our philosophies. We go as far as to quote scripture to make sure it defends our point. But they simply shout how they feel. What scares me even more is when they stop talking to us.

I explained a long time ago that my blog is written to make us think – not to tell anyone how to think. I must admit there are times that I wonder if anyone my age is really thinking at all. Are we numb? It just might surprise you to know that many in the younger generation see us as “zombies” when it comes to ending violence.

Are we zombies? Have we grown immune to violence? Are our hearts dead unless our family and our traditions are attacked? Are our preferences more important than people? Just curious – what’s in your head?

I typically start my blog with a scripture reference. I felt led today to end it with one. Hopefully, my wish comes true – I encourage you to think. As you absorb my words and attempt to hear the words to this song through the loud music (we are old, aren’t we?), think about these things:

“Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” Philippians 2:1-4

NOTE: The original singer of "Zombie," Dolores O'Riordan died from alcohol poisoning, a believed suicide. Before you judge her too harshly, her song - this song - was written to talk about the insanity of the war in Ireland between Catholics and Protestants. "Zombie" was a protest song by Irish rock band The Cranberries, written about the 1993 IRA bombing in Warrington, and in memory of two young victims, Johnathan Ball and Tim Parry. Modern musical groups still continue to sing the song as a way to protest what they see as our indifference to violence across the world.

Sep. 13, 2019

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and self-control; against such there is no law.” Galatians 5:22-23

Christians are called to be the “salt of the earth;” the “light of the world.” And, we are expected to show some spiritual fruit. When we stop being or doing any of these, we are ineffective.

God convicted me that I might just want to examine my fruit, make a list, and take a trip to the spiritual produce store.

Look at this list! Wow!  I’m curious – what do you think our society would look like if those called by His name strove to incorporate these into our daily living as opposed to telling other people how to live? Hmmm…. I think I might have just told you how to live, huh? See, I’m missing the fruit of gentleness.

Gotta go! Time to take a trip to God’s produce store.

Enjoy your weekend!


Sep. 12, 2019


“Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice!” Philippians 4:4

It’s funny how things pop into our minds. My husband, for example, will be sitting around or driving down the street and he suddenly starts singing a song. Sometimes, it makes sense because it stems from our conversation. Other times, like the Deer Escort theme song, it makes absolutely no sense. It’s fun just the same. (In case you don’t know, or you have forgotten, the song starts out, “We are the Deer Escorts….”)

It happened to me this morning. For no explainable reason, the words to, “I Didn’t Promise You a Rose Garden,” invaded my space during my shower. I took the time to post some of the words on Facebook because they were so random; yet, so powerful.

“I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there’s gotta be a little rain sometimes.” As I sang the words, I laughed. They could almost come from Jesus’ lips to my ears! “Roni, I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden, girl! Along with My Sunshine, there is going to be a little rain sometimes.”

The song was a refresher course in gratitude, Christian joy, and happiness. Oh, I know it wasn’t written with Christ in mind, but I’m funny like that – I seek and find Him in everything. Someday, I’ll learn to seek and find Him in everyone. Wouldn’t that be a happy place to live? In the unity and harmony that love provides. Well, it’s supposed to…. I suspect we’d find it if we sought it with all our hearts.

I don’t have a link to the Deer Escort theme song. Sorry. I do, however, have the link to the song that is now stuck in my head. Click here…


Sep. 10, 2019


“And even to your old age I am He, and even to your graying years I will carry you; I have done it, and I will bear you; even I will carry, and will deliver you.” Isaiah 46:4

I belong to a Native American page on Facebook. I find their camaraderie, wisdom and insight amazing. I’ve always had a special place in my heart for the Native American community. I think somewhere, way back in my ancestry, there may be 1/100th of Native American blood flowing through my veins. Regardless, I feel part of their world. They speak as I think. We have a common bond morally, ethically, and toward God’s creation.

One thing that is very different in the Native American culture is the way they view their elders. They see gray hair as a sign of wisdom and a reason for respect. The belief system is very biblical. Proverbs 16:31 says, “The gray-haired head is a crown of glory, if it is found in the way of righteousness.” While there is a big “if” in the verse, older adults deserve more respect. Our culture tends to devalue age. Many older adults have voiced to me how they feel discounted, ignored and disrespected by the younger generations.

God remains. As a lifelong Christian, I can look back and see how God carried me. He bore my sins on the cross. He bears my burdens every day as I release them in prayer. As we get older, we should become wiser. With that wisdom comes grief. We are more aware of how the world is changing, and not always for the good.

God puts it this way, “even I will carry, and will deliver you.” Even in our golden years, God will carry us. He continues to deliver us from life’s complexities.

I’ve done a great deal of reminiscing the past few days. If you read my blog regularly, you know that I am struggling. During the night last night, I felt God lift a burden from me. Just as He promised. Just as He has always done.

Aging is difficult. It isn’t for wimps. The good news about aging in the Christian life is that God doesn’t change a thing. He is as solid today as He was yesterday. When all else seems lost; when others fade away; when it becomes more difficult to move, God remains.

As I laid my concerns and regrets before the Lord in prayer last night, He nudged my spirit and reminded me, “I’ve got this, but you have to let it go.”