Author: Jemmie Jems

Just for one day I would like to be mayor of my city. I would really like to know the truth. What is really happening? Where is the money really going?

We pay taxes, yet we  are always told there is nothing left for roads, school repairs, housing, and community services for the elderly, hospitals, and hospital’s staff, to name a few things.

What is really happening behind the doors of  city hall?

I am not leaning towards anyone in particular. I like products that are pure and natural for my body. I enjoying wearing clothes from designers that have simple clean lines but not too expensive.

I am not vegan or vegetarian, but I do read ingredients and stay with less GMO or chemicals. What I ingest is important. I try to eat local and more certified organic.

I take local transit not because I am cheap but because the traffic is real bad. Driving into the city is a headache.

I am not loyal to any certain brand. I also look at what is on sale. Prices are way too high.

I love luxury but on sale.

It was never always the case, but as things in the country seem to be getting tense I now realize that my vote matters.

One thing, you never know if you are voting for the right leader. Only God knows what that person will do when they are in office.

Nevertheless, my advice is to stay  informed and then cast your vote.

There is an old Sunday School song that sums things up well. It calls the Bible as my college.

I know some say the Bible is  antiquated, and yes, it is an ancient book, but there are so many lessons to learn within the pages.

It is God’s word.

Every morning, I pray and open the Bible to get instructions for the day. The Holy Spirit speaks to me in my spirit. I make choices based on what I learn and what I read.

To really understand the good of the Bible, you have to walk by faith, and the Spirit of God will open your eyes to the truth. It is so simple.

God says those who diligently seek Him will find Him. He is not lost. He is waiting for you.

He will carry me no matter if my load is heavy.

Jesus will wrap his arms around. When I can’t get up, he will make me strong.

He will never forsake me. He will never leave me no matter where I go. He is with me always.

It is a song that rings in my head when times get tough. These days, times are always hard, and things will get worse.

This song comforts me.

I have great memories of Labor Day weekends because I think of my Mama.

Mom worked hard all her life, and the Lord blessed her with fullness of days. When I was young, she never took off March break to be with me and take a vacation. She wanted that time for me to have a break from school. She took off the first two weeks of school after the summer break so she could be there for me.

Those first two weeks of school were the best. I would come home for lunch break and she would be there smiling waiting with a hot meal. She would fuss over me and make sure my clothes were on straight and they were clean.

After school, she would be waiting again to welcome me home. She would take my books and we would chat.

When she retired with Dad, both would be waiting for my sisters and I to get home from work. If our schedules were different one thing they would always gather us up before work or school and have our family prayer before leaving the house.

Now that they are gone, we still come together in the morning for family prayer. We still have dinner  together every night and chat.

But most of all, every Labor Day holiday I smile and remember Mama taking time for me.