This is the prayer I pray every morning. Sing the first part with me:
I change the Thee’s and Thou’s to You and Your, but you can read it as is, if you prefer. The point is, we all need to ask God Daily to take away our impediments and fill us instead with the love, sympathy, courage, faith, strength, loyalty to Him, wisdom from Him, and His power … every morning as we start our day. If we do that with a sincere and humble heart, we have a much better chance of having everyday be:
Gottfried from the Banter Republic blog wrote a delightful post today. I chuckled. I sighed. I related. But, I related at a distance. He is 6’5′ an I am 5′ nothing on a good day. So, I decided to have some fun with his post.
There is a permanent bias towards tall short people. For some short people or fat people, people are quick to get on a high horse when you call out the obvious. But giants and shrimps get no such protection. I always sometimes am at the mercy of poorly constructed jokes. Talking about “you’re tall short for nothing”. How about you? What’s your excuse for being the same size as a skyscraper’s ladder side stool?
Joseph: How tall are you?
Gottfried: 6’5 Jan: 5′ nothing
Joseph: Do you play basketball? miniature golf?
Gottfried: Nope Jan: Yup
Joseph: What a waste! How can you be that tall and not play basketball?
Gottfried: Do you play mini-golf? No? But here we are. Jan: Yup!
Yes, the rumors are true, the air up down here here is a lot fresher stinks. One of the upsides of being a giant shrimp, away from being able not being able to reach the top shelves at supermarkets (subtle reminder we’re not obligated to assist you) (subtle reminder – I need your help!), I also don’t get to breathe fresher, unadulterated air. No guessing why brief tall people are constantly making a fuss, their nostrils are clogged (they’re tired of bending down to me).
I am not your selfie stick. If I do choose, out of the magnanimity of my good heart, I could take charge of selfies (I don’t… selfies are waaay too close with my short arms!). If I’m not feeling it, leave me alone, nobody asked you to come here a minion (face it, you’d be lost without me… if all people were tall, you’d be no big deal!). Oh and yeah, when you “play” punches us, it actually hurts Ya, me, too. Being huge small doesn’t reduce the pain. One of these days we’ll hit back and land you in the hospital (Small but mighty, watch out, my punch hits you where it hurts most!!).
I’ll start charging for hugs. There’s a common misconception that giants minis are your life-sized teddy bears your own little childhood teddy bear. Kindly shelve that idea ! Well, actually, I don’t mind – I like the hugs!. It does help if you smell nice though Yes!, so replace your deodorant and we’ll see. I’ll tell you this though, I’m tired of people hugging my tummy the top of my head. Can you guys like “grow up”? No, grown ups don’t have near as much fun!
I get tired too. For my little nieces and nephews, if I’ve carried you once, I can’t do it ten more times, don’t be a little shit. (I don’t have any of those little shits in my family!) For the older folk, the same applies, the last thing on my mind is to carry y’all on my back. (Couldn’t if I tried… and the good news is nobody expects me to). I remember this one time I scored a match-winning goal for my Department and the entire bench ran onto the pitch to celebrate with me. I found myself under a pile of close to twenty bodies. Long story short, I nearly died that day. (Good news is no team ever tried piling on top of me – if they had I WOULD be dead!!)
My dress sense isn’t off. You don’t just know the struggle of finding items of clothing and shoes that fit. (You’re right – I don’t! But, my pants are always too long! Hemmiing is easier than trying to add inches.) Don’t be that asshole that’s counting the number of my outfits. Talking about “you like this shoe oh”. My friend, it’s my only shoe, shut up. I have to make all my shoes, plus they cost a fortune. It’s not that I planned to look homeless, it’s the market. (Nanni, nanni, nanni – I can buy the display shoes; they always put size 5’s on the rack. They’re cuter!!)
There are many positive being a giant shrimp. You can randomly give someone a knock during a parade and they’ll never guess it’s you (you do it from on top, I can do it from underneath). But know this, Giants Shrimpy folks are some of the kindest, warmest, most caring and all-around welcoming people you’ll ever meet (That’s an area of commonality, for sure!). The idea isn’t really to talk down on you, it’s just how it is. (I talk up to you gladly!) It does help that people “lookup” to me and I promise to not disappoint. (I love looking up at you. One of my most fun boyfriends in high school was 6’4″ … they called us Mutt & Jeff. Mom had to put a stool out on the porch so I could reach up high enough for a good-night kiss.)
Get yourself a giant (Not a bad idea! Get yourself a shrimp!)
Hope you had as much fun reading this as I did responding to Gottfried, the Jolly Giant!
The young man who introduced the “PresbyCats” to us today was wearing a t-shirt that had “Presbyterian Church Disaster Assistance” written on it. He and two of his colleagues presented a three part sermon about their experiences recently in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Here are my sermon notes – my “take away” of the messages they shared:
“We went to Baton Rouge To help the people there. They had experienced a flood With little help anywhere.
We repaired some of the damage, And we did it in Jesus’ name. Jesus demonstrated love with action And asked us to do the same.
Preparing for natural disasters Is a job that needs our love. Rebuilding the damaged houses Requires love from God above.
Looking out at this world It’s often disheartening to see The lack of true compassion (I don’t want that to be true of me).
Sometimes I cringe at fluff, The touchy-feely kind of stuff, But I know it’s not enough To just DO – with a heart that’s tough.
Doing for others in God’s name Requires a softened heart of caring. Action mixed with love requires A spirit of love and true sharing.”
My granddaughter, Faith, works for the state of Nevada. Her job involves the assessment of disaster preparedness in various places around Nevada. She would have enjoyed meeting these “PresbyCats” who are students at Montana State University in Bozeman. They would have had lots in common. Here’s a picture of Faith as a baby, just a month or so after she was adopted into our Beekman family. What a gift from Heaven she is!!
Faith worked for the American Red Cross, among other organizations, in apprenticeships before getting her diploma and a full-time job. There is a great need for people like her and these students I met today… young people with a heart for others – ready and willing to reach out and help in time of need.
Do you have such experience? Or do you know someone who also serves in this way? If so, reach out to thank them today. The world is a better place because young people like this are in it. God bless them!
My husband, Bob, is a retired beekeeper. During the 25+ years that he worked with honeybees, he had as many as 2000 hives. I have a passion about saving these insects. It’s about saving our world!
Gotta love those little insects –
The fuzzy little gals who sting.
They are essential to us, you know.
Important all year, not just in spring.
No, I don’t recommend you hug ’em. They wouldn’t like it any more than you. But, I do recommend you protect them. Just think of all that they do.
While the honeybee is out working To gather nectar and return to her hive, She is pollinating the flowers To produce the food that keeps us alive.
One out of every three bites of our food Is related to the work of the bees. As they move from flower to flower, They pollinate ground crops and trees.
Entomophily is the scientific name Of the pollination activity. It is crucial to the production Of many crops and their proclivity.
Celery, strawberries, beets and mustard, Broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage and such All rely on the honeybee for pollination. Without their work, we wouldn’t have much.
Turnips and peppers, papaya and watermelon, Oranges, coriander, cantaloupe, apples for you. Squash and pumpkins, zucchini and quince, Lemons, limes, and most fruit you love, too.
Alfalfa needs bees, and avocados do, too. Lima beans, string beans and green beans, Almonds and most of the nuts we eat… I could go on, but you get what it means To have honeybees in our world. You can see why protection’s a must. So, get the word out to love those bees! They are essential to life; of that you can trust!
Get the word out!
Honeybees don’t want to sting you. They have barbs on their stingers, you know; So when they sting to protect themselves or their hive, Their stinger stays in you – and they die. Oh no!
Don’t pinch the stinger out of your skin; Just scrape it with your fingernail. Get it out quickly so less poison goes in you, And put ice on the spot. Don’t whimper and wail!
Bees are social insects who gather together To divide up the work in hive and in field. They create the honey for their own food, And use the pollen like bread. Quite a yield!
A beehive is sterile – more clean than a hospital. The bees line their entrance with propolis. It sterilizes their feet when they cross the threshold. They have a lot of tricks that would be good for us!
You gotta love those honeybees! They are essential to our life on earth. If we don’t protect them and do the research, Our lives here won’t have much worth!
Thank you, Roth Poetry, for writing about our bees on your post! It would be great if all my readers would share this post with your friends. Get the word out! Gotta Love Those Honeybees!
A glimpse of Paradise Is here in the heart Of a home where love is – Where living is an art.
We each carry a paradise With us here on earth. It’s in hearts of compassion. It’s in expressions of mirth.
When we count all our blessings Living a life of gratitude, Heaven is felt and seen In the joy of our attitude.
Edward Hays wrote this story in his book, Feathers on the Wind,
Once upon a time there was a woman who longed to find out what heaven was like.She prayed constantly, “O God, grant me in this life a vision of paradise.”She prayed in this way for years until one night she had a dream. In her dream, an angel came and led her to heaven. They walked down a street in paradise until they came to an ordinary looking house.The angel, pointing toward the house, said, “Go and look inside.”
So the woman walked in the house and found a person preparing supper, another reading a newspaper, and children playing with their toys. Naturally she was disappointed, and returned to the angel on the street. “Is this all there is to heaven?”
The angel replied, “Those people that you saw in the house are not in paradise. Paradise is in them!”
Paradise is not distant. It’s the place where we live – If the Son shines within us And His love is what we give.
Hark, my Blogging Friend, What is it I see? Is that a glimpse of paradise I see in thee?
Oh, by the way, I saw this quote below posted by Cristian Mihai this morning on his “The Art of Blogging.” He was giving us tips (as he does EVERY day) on how to be better bloggers. One of his recommendations was this:
“Decide on a realistic posting frequency For me this is every single day, without exception. For you, it may be every other day or twice a week. Whatever you decide on, announce it to your readers on your blog. Announcing it accomplishes two things. One, you’re creating and managing your reader’s expectations of when new content will be posted. Two, you’re making yourself accountable to your readership. It’s harder to blow off posting when you know there’s a bunch of people out there who are expecting to see something new on a given day.”
So, taking his tip to heart, I am here to tell you, I blog at least once daily. This is my 313th day of consecutive blogging. I’ve been at it for more than six years, but I got serious 313 days ago. It’s paying off because you can count on me… and so I can count on you, too.
For example, on 7/6/19 I had a wonderful 550 followers. I was on a roll… and now, less than 50 days later, I have 614 followers. For those of you with thousands of followers, this might not be a big deal, but for me, it proves the importance of tenacity.
It’s the number of you who click into my blog and the ones who click “like,” and most importantly the ones who leave a comment – those are the folks who keep me going, give me encouragement, and help me know I am not blogging into empty space. Thank you!!