Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hast formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, a d as a watch in the night. Psalm 90 verses 2 and 4.
This is the God we serve. A God of power and of might. He was before all things the Creator. He formed everything with words of his mouth.
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
My Mom used to make Mac and Cheese pie on special occasions. Mom and Dad were not too fond of pasta but they knew the kids love it.
I try to duplicate her recipe, but it does not turn out the same. It was as if she had this touch for such a simple dish. I know it is just mac and cheese, but it tasted so different from any other I have ever tried.
I remember seeing her measure out everything just right. Then she would put it all together.
Then bam!
Presto!
It would be so nice and yummy.
She continued to make it when I was an adult. I would sit and eat it thinking about those long summer days playing outside in the playground, then coming home to such a nice snack.
Mac and Cheese pie my Mom’s way, reminds me of those hot, lazy days of summer.
Our eyes meet across the playground. He was the popular kid, and I was, well, I was just me. The fastest kid in grade one track and field with no other claim to fame.
He was tall with an engaging smile. He lifted one hand and ran his fingers through his hair.
I gushed at the gesture. My heart began to pound hard and fast in my chest. I could hardly breathe. He finally noticed me.
Then, as I stood on the merry go round, he approached and pushed it hard. Around and around I went so fast my head began to spin and my stomach felt like it was about to give up my lunch. I was sick, but I held on for my safety, I needed to look like a cool kid. All the while, I wanted the world to stop turning.
As his face became a blur in the movement, I heard a shout.Our teacher approached and told him off. She stopped the merry go round allowing me to gratefully stagger off. With my head still whirling, I searched for him and spotted him in the edge of the playground with a big smirk on his face.
I sighed, collected myself with as much dignity i could muster, and plotted my revenge.
It came swiftly the next day.
As he ran past me onto the baseball field, I tripped him, making him fly forward face down on the green.
“Oops,” I cried. “Sorry. Did that hurt?
Tears streamed down his face, a face I once thought was so cute. Now, he looked like a little boy crying for his Mommy. It was my turn to smirk.
We moved later that year, and I never saw him again.
I did a European tour after my graduation as a gift from my parents.
It was wonderful.
I loved a lot of places but Italy was great. Next time, I would love to go to the Amalfi coast. It looks so romantic with the clear blue waters, stone structured dwellings, and beautiful coastal views.
I try to be positive in most situations. At first, I may jump to speak, but ninety percent of the times I hang back to wait for the right words or the right moment.
Trying to be positive is hard when things don’t go the right way or the way I think is correct.
When I am confronted with a dire situation, I tend to think it out and pray it out. It helps. At First I may cry.
But smiling and laughing is so much better than crying. Crying only messes up my makeup. It does nothing for my look. 😊
I will be blessed to retire healthy mentally and physically. Hopefully, we will all retire someday. The best thing is to retire well and be happy.
It is best to take care of yourself and enjoy life one day at a time.
Money is always good, too.
You have to eat and pay for rent or some kind of overhead, but if money is fixed, then putting away for the future is essential. Paying off debt is an excellent idea before hanging up the shingles. It is hard to dish out extra money when you don’t have a regular pay cheque to fall back on.
It is best to save your money. Remember, short-term pain means long-term gain.
Walking across the stage at my high school commencement was a great moment. Hearing my name being called and taking that diploma from the presenter was amazing.
Then I did it again when I was presented with yet another diploma after my years at university.
Smiling into the camera as my sister snapped a pic with my parents beside me, remembering at that moment that teacher so long before saying I would not make anything of myself.
I’ve come a long way for a shy child who was bullied because of her color and her name. I hated school because of the people who taught with the exception of a few I can count on one hand and still have two fingers left over.
I know now that a good education takes you places, and by the grace of God, the sky is my limit.
I am indeed blessed. That stage and my diploma in hand were one of my favorite moments.
I do not consider myself an artist, but I love to paint, doodle, and write.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder well if that is the case, my skills leave much to be desired.
I don’t paint for others but for myself as a way to destress. In my writing, I create characters for the world to see. I love creating a world that has the ups and downs of real life. I like having characters work through their own situations and see them grow by their experiences.
In all things, I get to enjoy my craft. It is a wonderful feeling.