Gossip Kills


Getting more involved with new people has a lot of good points. Staying home also offers something you don’t get when you are out, protection against your own thoughts. Being out in the world I have an advantage of seeing how people’s minds think. Hearing different opinions shows me we are all definitely unique in our own way.

Although we are all human, and we learn the same steps from birth, is there a difference between us so distinct that we can place some on shelves and allow others to roam free?

What I mean is, didn’t we all come from within a womb? Is it not true that we all learned to smile, then giggle, sit, crawl and walk about the same ways? When did it happen, you know, the noticeable changes in each other?

When did we learn that it is a good thing to point out, or comment on another human form something not so nice? I find it very interesting that whether we are raised in the country, go to church or not, profess to be this or that, gossip kills.

When you are in a room of people, do you get a natural high, sitting or standing in on a conversation where maybe one of your own friends is the target of gossip? Do you stand in and join the laughter; or do you back away, and leave the group? Or better yet, do you stand up for your beliefs and defend the one being talked about?

I am not referring to those who are talked about such as so and so is in the hospital. I wonder what happened. I am referring to those who have  nothing good to say. Who take nothing and bake it into a huge mess.

The talk could be so simple as that color of dress she had on or how short or long it was, to a more complex situation where the color of the skin or the area that they live is becomes something to be judged.

I judge, I try not to; but sometimes my tongue wiggles before I realize what I have done. I know God wouldn’t approve, so I try not to do it. I think gossip is something that goes on every day in every life; but what about those times when it seems to take over, and it becomes uncomfortable to be in the same room. Even worse, what happens and what do we do when the one who is poking the fruit is a friend of ours?

God says we are all created equal. Sometimes  we can possibly point out someone who looks so similar, we would think they are a twin, and yet there are many differences.

I took some photos this morning and I want to post them here for all of you to see and study. What do you see? Are there similarities in each photo? Is each unique? Do you recognize the common denominator of the entire group of photos? The one photo that stands alone that seems to have no group to belong to, is me. The silhouette, is me, who stands alone in this photo, and yet very similar to you who walk beside me on this earth.

Do you or I deserve to be disrespected in any way? Is it not true that we all have something about us that stands out, that we are proud of? The thing I am pointing out here in this post is we all are so darn fascinating, so awesome and beautiful. We are created in God’s image and we all know how fantastic God is. So the next time we think for a moment to say something bad or gossip to another, stop, don’t do it, because gossip kills.

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I Took Your Advice


I have had a laid back day. I also have had a few comments about the scary truth that happened here last evening. A dear friend named Diane sent Al an anointed cloth a day ago.

I don’t know if this has anything to do with what happened. I have never studied anything about the ever after life. I just always knew and counted on going to heaven, so why question, but maybe I need more answers. This cloth has been prayed over by very strong Christians so it means the world to me. Al keeps it under his pillow.

The advice I took is I did nothing today. Yes, Al is here. He was only up this morning for breakfast and has preferred napping in his recliner or bed and dining in his room. Wow, it must be nice to order room service. LOL

I did sweep the kitchen this morning and clean the kitty box. I did one load of laundry because of Al’s bedding and made my own bed.

Right now he is eating supper and I am eating at my favorite spot, my writing chair. I am listening to some of my favorite music instead of having to hear Pawn Stars in the background. Maybe you would also enjoy this music. Here is a link in case you would. It is Gheorghe Zamfir, full album.

I even took a nap. I feel lazy because I didn’t clean more, but I feel more relaxed, and to dine to my music is divine.

MY HEART

My heart is big enough for two

A little for others  a little for you

Although we are sister and brother

As a sibling there is no other

But we each need our space you know

It makes life such an easier flow

So you listen and watch Pawn Stars

And I will listen to my music and ponder on the stars…………

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

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