All of my children played instruments in school. Three of them were skilled in musical ability that they played more than one instrument. One had difficulty. The music teacher told me before she excused them from band, “She couldn’t carry a beat if you put it in a suitcase.” That might have been true but she finished out the year and what I remember about it was, she never gave up. She practiced, she never missed a class, she kept her instrument clean and she supported averyone else regardless of what instrument they were playing or how good or bad they played.
God has an orchestra comprised of every kind of instrument. Every musician comes to rehearsal prepared to play their best. Sometimes one part plays better than the others but God doesn’t want that. He keeps practicing them all until they perform the perfect symphony. One section may be out of tune so he will have the composer rewrite that section so they can stay in key. He doesn’t think the violins are better than the flutes. It is not possible. They are two different types of instruments. What he does think is he incorporated it all into an orchestra and every instrument will play its part until he decides the symphony can not get any better and at that time he will have the curtain call.
I’m sorry my baby did not get to play out her six years of band like her siblings did, but she did find her place at the events. She worked the concessions. 😉
Wonderers, those of you who are strong in faith need to help those who are trying to find their place. God is giving you strength for service not for a first chair position. Pick up your instrument and toot your horn so that others can hear the God in you and if you see someone else is having difficulty help them find the instrument (or not) that is right for them.
I’m packing my toothbrush once again and Alex and I are heading to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Six months ago I would have never thought I would see this city, it wasn’t even on my bucket list. But God had another plan for me. I wanted to travel. I thought about being an airline stewardess when I graduated from high school but fear of being inadequate stopped me dead in my tracks. I wasn’t pretty enough. Everyone always said I was cute but stewardesses back then were gorgeous. I was too skinny and any other negative thing I thought of that held me back. I see they have relaxed the standard.😋 Good for them. I have met some wonderful everyday kind of people. The elite have no power now. Just genuinely nice people.
God is giving me the opportunity to live out the life I wanted for myself and my children. He took me back to the age of 17 just before I married and had children to remove the spirit of inadequacy. I’m not going to waste it. I bought 6 toothbrushes to start, I never bring back the one I used in another environment (my dad’s rule😋) and I plan on leaving alot more behind before I’m done. Lord willing.
I’ll be singing like Shirley Jones this weekend. Ohhhhla homa!!!!! I can’t hardly wait.
Venture out with me Wonderers. I promise I’ll take plenty of pictures.
We lust for the good life. We chase after success, fame, wealth and love. We’re so hard on the chase we miss the little opportunities that would have made a difference in where we end up,
In the pursuit of wealth we sacrifice our family. We miss reunions, dance recitals and kindergarten graduation because we think that job can not go on without us. Your children’s accomplishments needed that same respect. This was their one time event that went on without you and no matter how many pictures and videos were taken so you could “be there” you will never be apart of it.
In the pursuit of success set a ceiling for yourself and your family so the power does not go to your head. Your job’s congratulations and promotions are not the success your seeking. Your only the hero as long as you are there. Don’t let your job tell your family, “Thank you for sacrificing him.” Be the hero of your children. They know how hard you worked for them but they know so little about you personally because you were not there to tell all your success stories.
In the pursuit of fame you will never achieve it at your job. A job is means to support yourself not to make you famous. No matter how high you climb a fall from grace will make you start over again. Your family will always hold you in high esteem. Even if you falter they will hold you up until the end of time.
In the pursuit of love stay focused on the prize. Don’t get it twisted. As much as you think you love your job, it don’t love you. It will use you until it uses you up. Love is waiting for you to come home. There is dinner ready and the children are waiting to tell you all the exciting things that happened while you were at work.
Think about it. There are only 24 hours in a day. If you work 8-12 hours and get some sleep, how much time is left for your family. Your family is willing to make adjustment to make time for you to be home more. The question is, are you?
Grandmom’s glider could surely keep the family secrets. How loyal it was to the family. It never rusted and never stopped gliding. We kids would sit out on the porch to eavesdrop on the grownup conversation. You could hear them talking over the big fan that was blowing in the window and we would sit awaiting the juicy news. Then someone would start gliding. Gliding faster and faster. You never noticed when it started to slow down. We all have a different opinion. It happened somewhere near the time when the rickety fan started its lullaby and the fragrances of honeysuckles and hydrangeas would fill the air. Somehow the gossip never filtered through. Childlike innocence was preserved for the glider never told the secrets. It kept us safe and secure from the scarring of growing up too fast. Until the grownup talks were silenced and we had the best summertime naps on grandmom’s porch.
We should have kept that glider for the new generation to keep them safe from all the stimulation and over sensory practices they are experiencing. Oh well, it would not have mattered anyway, they don’t go outside anymore.
Let me tell you about the smartest person I know. The earth angel. She is wise beyond her years with the purest of hearts. The day she was born was traumatic. It was predicted that she would not survive. But God had another plan. She was born by emergency cesarean section. Before she left the body she cried. The doctors all proclaimed how smart she was for she did not have to be stimulated to take the first breath. She was fragile but strong. Her head circumference was abnormally small. And God had a plan. Born on April 1st, she fooled them all.
Fast forward 6 years to one of the most exciting days or her life, kindergarten graduation. She is reading above first grade level, writing whole sentences and she did well in math also. She was the only child who didn’t take her diploma for granted. She stopped to make sure it had her name on it before she left the podium. She was proud of herself.
I look back and think about why she is here. She is here to keep us all straight. She has a godly strength and wisdom that she shares generously. She often just comes up to me and hugs me just when the low vibrations appear. Without warning, without prompting, She tells me often that We are fighters not criers. No little one we are not and you are so much more. You are a gift from God and I pray that the world never changes your heart.
I pray you have an angel in your midst Wonderers. Life has so much joy when they are around.
I hope you’ve got your coffee and are ready to hear a little of my madness. It’s been a while so please be patient with me.
This summer being the great mom that I am, I purchased season passes to Carowinds, our local amusement park. Let’s not stop there I also purchased the drink plan and meal plan. Such a good mommy! Like the mom who sprinkles flour on her face when she makes rice crispy treats. 😜 Really though I have loved saying several times a week I might add, “Let’s go the Carowinds for dinner!” Every time-they react like it’s the first time I said it this season. Mental note moms: Children are so easy.
Now let me inform you I am not the amusement park type. I am not really the wanna be outside in the heat type either. My idea of “Ruffin it” is continental breakfast at Holiday Inn Express. 😳 And I don’t do rides. I do eat all the snacks under the rides while I wait although I’m not supposed too. Heck, if the lines are long enough, the world may never know! It will be our secret.
On to why you’re here. I decided there was a ride I wanted to try. It’s a ride that goes to air traffic control height and it looks like a carousel in the sky. My mission for the summer Wonderers! I thought, I’ll have to ease my way into it. J who is 6, wants to ride the swings. She just made the height chart and is super excited. I thought this to be the first step to my victory. She carefully selected her seat and waited for the ride to begin. I just grabbed the first seat I came too. I noticed she kept looking at me and I wondered if she was scared. Maybe I should have sat next to her. At lift off I was feeling a little panicky and when it started to swing I gripped the chains and started mumbling to Jesus. I could hear J laughing. I tried to open my eyes to see if she was laughing at me but the roof of an adjacent building was coming at me so I shut my eyes again. I was whimpering like a baby. I was really feeling anxious so I started praying for the Lord to stop the ride. As the ride started to lower I gave up all claims to ride the big carousel in the sky. My dream had been dashed and to make matters worst when the ride stopped and I opened my eyes my swing ramjacked the swing in front of me. Only mines did that. Everyone else’s stopped on point. Maybe that was the insult of being on the kiddie ride. When it was time to get off J turned to me and said, “that’s why I get on the inside swing! How humiliating! She did see me shivering in the air.
At the next ride I stayed on the ground and got me a funnel cake with powder sugar, vanilla ice cream and strawberries. I deserved it! Just when I sat down to eat it, it started to rain. Okay Derrick, okay God y’all got jokes. I looked inside my healthy backpack and “ Shazam!” Pulled out a ziplock bag!
Girl Scouts prepared me well. If you can’t fly high at least be able to cover ground. Oh! I gonna have to put that on a flag or something.
Have a great Monday Wonderers and thanks for perusing.
i think I have to go back a moment and explain my journey a little so you can better understand me.
I have Had a great life to this point even though it was marked with hidden personality traits that I did not understand how they were using me. Becoming a four o’clock resulted from the experiences of my life some of which happened even before I was born. These traits I had no control of how they happened. I could only change how I responded to them. Over the next few weeks I am going to point them out so maybe you too can overcome your bondage. So that you know what I’m talking about here, I’m talking about karma. So stay tune for that……
but today I want to talk about the Spirit of Joy. My quest to the pineapple. My quest to receive the crown of eternal life.
Yesterday the Mundy crew went to Six Flags in Atlanta, Georgia. I was reflecting on the past in a moment of time when I should have been in the present. I was covered in regret. I just started to smile and I could feel the Spirit lifting up in me. The Spirit of pure joy. I was remembering this scripture.
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy –think about such things.” Philippians 4:8
I received it and started to get light. The power of the mind and heart can change any situation when you walk with Jesus. He and the Holy Ghost will comfort you. God did not mean for me to be this wildflower.
I plucked that emotion and pulled it right out of the atmosphere. Point, pluck and pull!
The quest to the pineapple is by plucking one wildflower at a time.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to get to post today’s craft because it literally took me a whole day to put it together. This one might be considered another “c” word beside craft. A word like challenge or maybe even chore but for me I like to word chaos.
I over heard a neighbor talking about the neighborhood is “playing keeping up with the Jones’s”. I Had to think about that one for a minute and I decided to tell you about why I hang lights up for Christmas. I know I’ve told you guys about some of my Christmas memories before and here’s another one.
I came up in the 60’s and 70’s when a string of lights went on individual bulbs. I recently saw replacement bulbs in the store and wondered who still uses them? Well I wished I had kept up with the old lights my grandfather used to hang. Every year my Pop-Pop would sit out on the front porch and wash, test, and replace each of the bulbs on those old lights while smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes. He’d be making up stories about us riding in wagons visiting family and how Santa was coming to town and would use those lights to find the house because he didn’t have a fireplace or chimney. My Pop would spins yarns for hours keeping us outside in the Philadelphia coldness of winter while my grandmother made Thanksgiving dinner. Those lights would be up from Thanksgiving until New Years and they were never turned off, or went out or burnt out. He had so much pride in displaying those big bright lights even when everyone else went to the new fangled version. He held fast to the tried and true version until his passing. But I can still see him and those lights.
At our house my Dad would unravel lights and lay them across the living room floor and no matter what he said, somebody would walk by and step on them and break a bulb. In those days if you broke one, the whole string would go out. But my dad had the patience of a saint. He would just laugh and run through those lights until he got them working again and again and again every year. We lived in the first house on the block and he set the tone of the season and he was known as the “light fixer” and would help anyone light up their house. His lights woud be up from Thanksiving until New Years and never burnt out or fell down. He would pack blankets, hot chocolate and Christmas cookies into the station wagon and ride us around West Philadelphia to see the lights. He had so much joy into putting those lights up for us and still lights up his house every year.
Now here I am outside in 60 degree weather putting up lights. Last week I was so excited that I called my dad after going through the lights on my pre-lit Christmas tree. The middle of the tree had burnt out. It took me four hours to find the three bulbs that burnt out but I got them and my tree is fully lit again. I said, “Hey Dad. I feel like I just graduated from the George Stevenson school of Christmas light Repair!” Boy did he find that funny. He laughed and we had a long talk about Christmas past and I felt like I was right around the corner instead of the long distance between us.
So today I hung lights that didn’t connect correctly. I needed a grounded extension cord for some of it. Went to Walmart and got one, took down the lights and got the ideal from my dad to light them up first, connect them then put them up. Everything was in place and working when Alex gets off the school bus and steps on a string going across the front porch, although I told him to go up the walkway! I HAD to go BACK to Walmart and get another string of colored lights because I was NOT going to go through the string. I got them all lit again when for some strange reason a string of colored lights went out on the first shrub. I went back to Walmart and got another string of colored lights and put them up and now a string of white lights are out on the center post so I give in. I’m going to say it’s not the lights so they will burn until New Years but there is a short in the shrub. It’s not the lights!
So neighbor, in case you were wondering,
I’m not trying to keep up with the Jones’s. It’s way more serious than that. I’m trying to keep up with the memories my grandfather (may he rest in peace) and my dad (may God grant him a many more Christmas) left me. I’m trying to light up my generation’s memories in hopes that I’ll stay lit up in their minds and never burn out.
So for the 7th day – Light up your houses!
Until next time, thanks for perusing and have a good night.