Ways to Make Sure Our Gobble is Not Ungrateful
© 2014 by Karen Friday
The pilgrims came here seeking freedom of you know what. When they landed, they gave thanks to you know who. Because of them, we can worship each Sunday you know where.
A fourth grader’s report on the first Thanksgiving when the classroom teacher requested students make no reference to God. (While I have a copy of this Thanksgiving poem, I cannot confirm the citation.)
We are disturbed about Christmas devoid of God. What about the holiday before the birth of Christ? Finding and keeping God in Thanksgiving?
Are we celebrating more than pilgrims and turkey?
November 25, 2014 at 9:01 am | Uncategorized
You’ll Never Find This in “Lost and Found”
By Karen Friday
The ding of an alarm ring. The tick-tock of a clock. The swing of a pendulum. A second. A minute. A moment in time.
Time is the one thing we have equal amounts of (in a day). You may have more money, square footage, education, good-looks, and possessions. Time is the same.
The difference is seen in how we manage, use, and spend 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, or 86,400 seconds.
“Just killing time,” is losing something we can never get back. Time wasted, thrown away or squandered can in no way be recovered. Lost forever. There has never been a lost and found for time. Maybe a lost watch. Not lost time.
November 20, 2014 at 9:22 am | Uncategorized
The Epic Power of Blood
© 2014 by Karen Friday
It was a double-stick kind of day. I’m not talking about double-sided sticky tape.
A needle stick to draw blood in each arm. Right arm in the morning, left arm in the afternoon.
Yes, me. The one they have difficulty getting veins to ‘show up’ for the procedure. “Itty bitty veins” (that’s a direct quote from the lab tech). Normally, it’s an epic fail to get to a vein the first try or two.
A visit to the doctor for a yearly exam and blood panel—three vials full. I’m not sure on the amount because I am looking the other way or have my eyes closed.
November 13, 2014 at 9:22 am | Uncategorized
Outrageous Inspiration for a Country Song
By Karen Friday
“Sadie is howling, and whining, and acting like a crazy female.”
Autumn colors reflected in a fishing pond beside the quaint cabin. A family get-away for four in the mountains of Tennessee.
In trip planning, paw marks indicated a pet-friendly rental. The foursome included me and my husband along with Sadie, a female dachshund and Big-T, a male pug. Pets we refer to as our “kids.” The little furry ones. Our real offspring are people who are grown adults and not too furry.
Sadie does not like new adventures or riding in a vehicle. She is a homebody (home dog). Traveling in a Chevy truck, she paced in the back seat whining with displeasure. Going from window to window, fidgety and antsy. After arriving, she nervously investigated the temporary abode and anxiously refused to eat for hours.
November 6, 2014 at 9:00 am | Uncategorized