Where Are We Now?


When I was a teenager, I never went to bed the night before school without bathing, washing my hair,  picking my clothes out, and rolling my hair on orange juice cans.

When I got married, I still put the make-up on daily, continued to bathe daily, and tried to look like the mom out of The Leave it to Beaver.

When I was younger, I tried my best within my budget to have the clothes that were closest to name brand, and up-t0-date. I would go without, until I was confident I fit in with everyone else.

When my kids were grown and out, I still continued the daily bathing, sometimes put my make-up on, at least whipped some hot rollers in my hair. Clothes had outgrown my age. I was beginning to stick with what I looked good in, and didn’t quite worry about fitting in. I was too tired, I think.

Today, I go for comfort. I really don’t care what others think. I have tremors, so comfort is my main wardrobe. I still bathe, but not every day during the cold months. About twice a week, I wear make-up. Sometimes I dry my hair and if my legs are sturdy enough, I will use the flat iron or curling iron.

Clothes have come and gone. Style is in and not. I even see clothes I wore in high school, but there is a slight twist to make them look more updated. I saw a photo that reminded me of the pants I wore in high school. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, as I remembered how my own pants had to have the biggest bottoms as I could get. Who cared if I looked good or not in them, they were in style. I thought I would show you the photo. See if you remember them. If you do, let me know. Better yet, if you wore something like them, let me know that too.

 

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Maybe You Will, Maybe Not


This morning on Joyce Meyers, the prompts that she used, I thought were excellent. We live in times where many, if not all of us at times, go through having problems and not knowing where to turn to for answers.

She had two large bottles that looked like prescription bottles. On the outside of each bottle had the doctor’s name; Jesus. The script was written for; anyone.

The prompts were used for each of us to open the top and take out a giant pill. On each pill were big, red letters and they spelled out, ” Trust Jesus.” I thought, now this is a fascinating idea. It is something that even I shall not forget when I run into a snag in life.

I don’t know what you all do when you have problems you can’t solve immediately. I usually go to my best friend. I trust her words 100%. She is a Christian, and won’t give me any flip-side remarks. If she doesn’t know the answer, we sometimes will talk it out, and if that fails, we say the same thing, ” We will pray about this.”

Why do I go to her first? I suppose part of it is habit. Maybe, also, because I do trust her. What should I be doing though before calling her? I should be taking that white cap off and reaching in and taking  out one of those “trust Jesus” pills and swallowing it whole.

Joyce made it very clear that there is no problem here on earth that Jesus can’t fix. He is waiting for us to only ask. I need to ask in prayer first, and then go to my best friend.

I am going to try to add this goal into this new year of 2016, along with my mental clean-up closet. What about you? Do you think this is bogus writing? Do you think this is accurate? I believe, so I agree with my own writing. Thanks Joyce Meyers for always teaching me about the simple way of living in today’s world.

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