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Posted By Harolene

Today for no reason I can explain I had a genuine melt down. Those melt downs don't choose their times to surface very wisely, this time I was driving my van going to the bank. I had my music playing, maybe that was the reason music does that to me sometimes, but like the lightening from a summer storm suddenly comes out of the sky, seemingly from out of no where, a great sob rose up in my throat and the tears followed closely. As I pulled into the driveway of the bank I blindly felt in my purse for a tissue, left over from some other tears, and dabbed my cheeks so the cashier wouldn't see me crying, but as soon as she spoke to me and I saw her kind face I dissolved into tears again, just waved a goodbye and left.

Funny thing is that I am very excited about taking a trip to Los Angeles this week to see cousins that I haven't seen in so long! It is a trip I had thought I would not make again, maybe that was the thought in my mind as I was driving and looking in the rear view mirror where I used to be able to see my dad sitting behind me as we rode along. These cousins are the children of his brothers and I feel that I in making this trip it is a final goodbye, like having his funeral all over again, maybe that was the reason.

There are a lot of things I don't know but one thing that I do know is that tears are a language that God understands. 

Why do we shed these salty liquid drops from our eyes? Obviously there might be an irritant in your eye but more than likely we are talking about something emotional that brings them rushing to spill down your cheeks. There are songs that we sing in church that touch our heart and soul, there are some “religious” folk who don’t like these songs, they call them "soulish", these are the songs that are either prayers or testimonies, and while not praise and worship, which are important, have a special place with a person that finds it hard to release their emotions any place else but sitting in a church pew or kneeling at the altar. One song I know kind of explains it this way, “Often you wonder why tears come into your eyes, and burdens seem to be much more than you can stand, But God is standing near, He sees your falling tears, Tears are a language that God understands.” 

When there are no words that can be verbalized you know that God sees your heart and knows exactly what is going on within you.

Psalm 39:12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, And give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; Psalm 126:5 They who sow in tears shall reap in joy. Revelation 21:4 And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes;

 

 
Posted By Harolene

If God sees every sparrow that falls to the ground, if He knows how many hairs are on your head then He certainly sees when you cry. We cry for various reasons, sometimes there are even tears of joy, but most times when you see a tear rolling down someone's cheek you know there is sadness. Why try to hide your emotion from others? If you have the need to cleanse yourself with a few tears I say go for it. My grandmother had a saying when she saw one of the children crying, she would purse her lips and say we just had a little extra water that needed to be shed. She was raised in a time when neither men nor ladies were supposed to cry in public. When my dad, in his prime, was 6' tall and weighed in at around 250 pounds, when something touched him he was never ashamed to let the tears flow. He always felt that the tears of a human spoke to God, as the song said, “Tears are a language that God understands.”  

King David spoke to the Lord in Psalm 116:8 “For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.” Isaiah 25:8 “He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces.”

I know you might be saying you don't want to wait for "pie in the sky" or take flying lessons so you'll be ready to go when Jesus comes back, but "when we all get to heaven" we will be happy for eternity!

Let me end with this promise, Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning!

 
Posted By Harolene

There are two days of the year that you can do nothing about, one of them is yesterday and the other is tomorrow! I can’t change what happened yesterday no matter how hard I try, the only thing I have control over is the moment I am in as I sit here typing right now!  Point in fact is you can’t change history it is what it is.

One way a person tries to change history is in repeated conversations, did you ever think of gossip as changing history? Well, it is. I have been present and heard things first hand that upon hearing them repeated find the conversation has taken on a whole different meaning. You might think that is minor unless it is your conversation you are hearing with alterations. 

I find that as I get older it is less important to me to be politically correct and I would rather just call a person out than to sit back and take it as a good “preacher’s kid” is supposed to do. When you are a part of a preacher’s family your words are very important and can net you a sound corporal punishment in a heartbeat! One of those times for me was when I told a group of minister’s wives that my parents weren’t really married they just lived together! I am not sure why I did that but I do remember what happened as a result of it. 

And speaking of children making things up, my grandson came into the room where his mother and I were sitting and burst into tears, he was about 8 years old, young but old enough to know better, and told us that he had gone into the room where his dad was and he had told him to shut up and get out of that room right that minute! We looked at each knowing that didn’t sound like the mild mannered man we both know and love. I decided as the eldest person in the room to call “dad” in and ask him what happened, when we repeated the matter he was in disbelief and asked his son why he said that! “You know I didn’t say those things, why did you tell that?” The answer stunned and tickled us as he said with a straight face “I read your mind!”

I think a lot of us do a lot of mind reading when we decide what a person would have thought or said in a particular circumstance and that is especially true when a person has passed into the Cloud of Witnesses because they are not there to either agree, deny nor defend themselves. 

There is a school of thought that has our forefathers not really believing in God, they no longer believe that they came to this country to obtain freedom to worship in the way they wanted and upon reaching the shores of the New World knelt and prayed to God in thanks. The following passage I have taken directly from the “Plimoth Plantation” which is a Smithsonian Institute Affiliations Program and is a quote from Governor William Bradford’s papers concerning the Pilgrims: “The Mayflower Pilgrims arrived on these shores in 1620 in hopes of making a better life for themselves and their children while being able to worship freely and in peace.

 
Posted By Harolene

Undoubtedly the most famous colonists in world history, their faith and fortitude are legendary. Their perseverance laid the cornerstone of a new Nation.

The Pilgrims' courage, gratitude to God, and love for one another still inspire people today. The story of Plymouth Colony, with its tragic first winter, treaty with the Wampanoag People and celebrated First Thanksgiving echoes down the ages and around the world. Regardless of anything that came before or after, Plymouth is the 'once upon a time' to the story of the United States -- the symbolic, if not literal, birthplace of our Nation. 

In describing the emotional worship service before the Pilgrim church's departure from Holland, Governor William Bradford wrote that Reverend John Robinson:  “…Spent a good part of the day very profitably and suitable to their present occasion; the rest of the time was spent pouring out prayers to the Lord with great fervency, mixed with abundance of tears. So they left that goodly and pleasant city which had been their resting place near twelve years; but they knew they were pilgrims, and looked not much on those things, but lift up their eyes to the heavens, their dearest country, and quieted their spirits.”

This passage from Bradford's manuscript Of Plymouth Plantation makes reference to the Epistle to the Hebrews 11:13-16 People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them.

Our money still says “In God we trust” and I wish we could still say that as a country. Perhaps if we still had prayer and scripture readings in our schools instead of worrying about being politically correct for people who have come to our country to find peace and protection and who have forced us into accepting their worship of other gods, maybe fewer people would be waking to the news of another mass shooting in a theater!

Let me repeat that I give credit for the passages taken from an article on the website of the “Plimoth Plantation”, (yes that is the way they spell it) a Smithsonian Institute Divisions Affiliate. I put the scripture here from the Message Bible, but it was originally quoted from the Geneva Bible (1560).

Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world.

 
Posted By Harolene

Having lost close loved ones I began to think about something that is kind of funny really and that is, when someone dies we don't remember anything but the good part of them. It may be different with you so don't get offended with me if it is I'm just saying it is something that I noticed strongly. My grandmother was not as sarcastic as she was funny, that little quirky thing she did with her mouth when she was considering something, or about to hit you with one of her "wise" sayings seems cute now. Instead of being aggravated at my granddaddy for sniffing and twisting his nose when he spoke, it becomes an endearing trait to be fondly remembered, or the way he never said hello when he answered the phone. It is not remembered that someone else needed to be the central connection for all relatives and friends, and another Aunt's jokes weren't that raunchy after all, and the jokes and pranks that one certain little uncle pulled on folk weren't ever cruel, just funny. My other grandfather is only remembered for the prophecies he gave that always hit the target and not for the fact that we couldn't have bacon in the house when he was here, or that he thought having a Christmas Tree was somehow irreverent, and a dog in the house? Never! A President is assassinated and suddenly no one remembers the botched Bay of Pigs, we only see a little boy saluting his dead father. In our house my grandson became intrigued with Michael Jackson, only after his death! He had never listened to his music, seen a video or read a magazine article about him, until he died. Suddenly there was a poster on the wall from "before he went too far" with his many surgeries and the old VCR that belonged to his Uncle got pulled out of the storage box and found "Moonwalker" with the date, in ink, on the label, 1988. That interest replaced all the posters and books on Abraham Lincoln, don't ask!

In thinking of those things I mean no disrespect to any of the departed relatives that I mentioned I loved each of them dearly, I am only saying that things that got on our nerves (our is collective) when they were alive, are now an endearing quality, and their faults are mainly forgotten.

Don't you think that is the way that God loves us? When you give Him your old sinful nature, your sins are as far as the East is from the West, and we know those two never meet. The Devil tries to put guilt on us and bring memories of days gone by to bring about depression and low self-esteem.