Personal Lessons - Knowledge Based on Experience

Jan. 13, 2019


“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28

My husband and I love the show Manifest. It is a new show and is very similar to our all-time favorite TV show, “LOST.” Like LOST, I fear the writers are trying so hard to keep the storyline interesting that they may lose many viewers due to its complexity. Regardless, we really like Manifest.

We are too far into the series for me to try and play catch up. Trust me when I say that it is a mystery-thriller that included a bible verse in the very first show. The mother in the show quoted Romans 8:28. The flight affected in the show is 828. There are references to Romans 8:28 thrown into scenes every now and then. Up until recently, the references were accurate. However, in the last episode, I feel they misquoted Romans 8:28.

We can misconstrue scripture with even the smallest of tweaks. When we change the scripture, we alter its meaning. For example, Manifest showed Romans 8:28 quoted as, “All good things,” on the mother’s tombstone. I simply believe that tweak is misleading and felt the need to blog about it. If you read or study the verse, God never promises us all good things. God promises to work all things together for the good of His children.

Maybe I’m a stickler, but there is a difference. We cannot teach others or expect God to hand us only good things.  God initiates good things in our lives, but He also allows some bad. Not to hurt us, but to develop us spiritually.

God is truly manifested best in the difficult times. Our most lasting lessons are learned in life’s deepest valleys.


Jan. 12, 2019

“The one who oppresses the poor to increase his own gain and the one who gives to the rich—both end up only in poverty.” Proverbs 22:16

The United State of America is shut down. I don’t know about you, but this is making me angrier each passing day. If any other workforce shut down operations, they’d lose their jobs.  Hey, that’s an idea…!

I’ll try to tell this story without divulging anything that should not be divulged. The story sickens me. During the Christmas/New Year’s holiday, a young man took his life.  He was a federally-paid employee, going through a divorce, facing a custody hearing, already struggling to keep his soon-to-be-ex wife and children in the family home, and our government officials decided sticking to their guns politically was more important than his needs. Was he depressed? Yes. Is his suicide their fault? No. What is their fault is they pushed him over the edge. I suspect there are more to come.

I’m curious. Why are refugees from other countries more important than our own citizens? I’m curious. If fewer threats come through the southern border than the 4,000 suspected terrorists that entered through airports last year, why are we willing to not pay air traffic controllers and TSA security workers while we argue about how to secure the southern border?

It's official. The United States of America has a group of junior highers at the helm. It is sickening. (My apologies to all junior high schoolers for the sad comparison.)


Jan. 11, 2019

Whenever the world seems full of sin,

Look for the beauty –

Don’t pray for the end.

The more time we have,

The more God can reach.

Look for the beauty and ways we can teach.

Jesus said the harvest was plentiful, but the workers were few.

Look for the beauty!

He is depending on you.

Regardless of the chaos swirling around,

Look for the beauty –

In Him, it is found.

Look for ways to grow in His grace.

Look for ways to seek His face.

Look for ways to spread His love –

His kind of beauty stirs from above.

So, turn off the news;

Turn off the hate.

Look for the beauty because

Our God is great!

Monitor your lips…

Watch over your thoughts…

His beauty is always found…

But is it always sought?

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Jan. 9, 2019

“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 6:26

Everyone has issues. Everyone has problems. Most of us have many blessings to count as well as a few tears to shed. Life consists of ups and downs. There are happy times and sad times. Feeling sorry for oneself is never productive. Reflecting as a way to learn life’s lessons? Now, that’s productive!

Towards the end of 2018, I felt a wide variety of feelings. I believe I am professionally happier than I’ve been in decades. I love what I do, and I enjoy those I serve. No complaints in the professional arena.

Personally, I remain happy in my marriage and extremely proud of my family. We’ve been through a lot over the course of twenty years. Deployments, our sons’ moves, deaths, accidents, illnesses, etc. We are not immune from the curve balls that this life likes to throw. Losing both of my sisters over the course of these twenty years hit me hard in 2018. The loss was powerful. I think losing the first sister was hard, but I still had my big sister. Losing the second sister has been, well, tragic. This year presented circumstances that made it glaringly obvious they were gone. I no longer have a sister to talk to and confide in.

My year wasn’t horrible. However, like you, I did experience some negative sides of life. I believe getting a puppy helped. Beaux has been the balm for my wounded spirit. When we feel forgotten or irrelevant, there’s nothing like a puppy to remind us of how deeply we are loved and how important we are to them.

Despite the endings experienced in 2018, I feel tremendously encouraged by a new beginning. A new year always allows a fresh start. So, what lesson did I learn from a year of letting go? God remains. In 2018, more than ever, God revealed to me that others may treat us as if we are invisible, but He will never lose sight of us. His eye is on the sparrow, so it certainly remains on me.

“I sing because I’m happy,

I sing because I’m free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.”


Jan. 7, 2019

“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” Proverbs 16:31

The purpose of this blog is to share the lessons I’ve learned throughout my life. I realize some people enjoy reading my blog every now and then. I also understand there are others who could care less. I’m still going to write, okay?

Today I want to talk about my new job. First, a very sweet friend of mine recommended me for a position with CarePatrol of Greater Houston a year ago. Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t recommend me because I’m old <smile>. She suggested that the owners talk to me because she thinks I know everyone. Considering I was born, grew up, and have continued to live within a 5-mile radius during my lifetime, I do know quite a few people. Not everyone, but lots.

I was initially hired on a contract basis. Coming off a difficult job and an unpleasant experience, I wasn’t ready to make the leap into another employer/employee relationship. The past year has allowed CarePatrol time to get to know me, me time to get to know them, and time to figure out if this is a good fit for both of us.  It is. I am officially a CarePatrol employee as of January 1st. Yay!

Most of my job is marketing – something I enjoy. The best part of my job is I am returning to my roots as a client/patient educator. I love teaching people. Another reason for my blog. If I teach you nothing else, I will teach you what I’ve learned in life.

I remember teaching Prenatal and Early Parenting Education as a young mother. I faced the same type of reactions to pregnancy classes as I do now on aging classes. When anyone heard I taught “Lamaze,” they would say, “I’m going to have an epidural.” I guess that excused them from needing to know anything about their body, their baby or their new role. (I’ve always said birth was the easy part to parenting. They need to numb us when the kids turn 13 <wink>.) When I tell people that I work for a free community service that provides education and consultations for anyone dealing with aging issues, the reaction is about the same. I suspect people either don’t think they are going to get old or they really don’t want to talk about it. Here’s the deal – aging is not a bad word. In fact, it is a very good word. Beats the alternative, right?

So, what do I do? Do I insist that people dispose of their parents or grandparents at nursing homes? Nope. Do I think everyone over the age of 70 needs to be put away? No. Do I think that, like childbirth and parenting, we can make a life stage much more enjoyable and easier if we are willing to learn a little? Yep. That’d be it.

If we cannot talk about getting older, whether its our own aging or the aging of someone we love, we will never learn how to make the most of it. The bible says gray hair is a sign of wisdom. Too many of us try to cover up our wisdom by living in denial.

Don’t do that. Call me.