Hubby's conversion

Well i had become a christian, but what about hubby.  I used to come home from church or christian meetings all excited and eager to tell all that i had learnt or what had happended.  He used to listen but say that i couldn't convert him, he believed what he believed and that was that.  He would never really say what he believed only that he didn't totally disbelieve in God.  After all wasn't he in the boy's brigade when he was a boy.  I pointed out that i wasn't trying to convert him, just share what i was doing, and in any case i couldn't convert anyone that was God's job.

So if he thought i was trying to convert him telling what i was up to, i would try a different tack.  This time when i came home i would say nothing, just hello as i came in.  Soon a little vioce would say, 'did you have a good time?'  'Yes thank you,' i would say.  'It was really exciting tonight, lots happended.'  After a while he could contain himself no longer, 'well what happended then tell me.'

No longer could he say i was trying to do anything...  He never did realise i was giving him just a tiny bit of information at a time guarantteed to arouse his curiosity.  LOL!

Anyway, how did he become a christian.  Just a tiny bit of background info first so that it all makes sense.

When my husband was about 17 or so he had a moterbike.  He also had a couple of accidents, one of which left him with a bone in his neck pressing on a nerve.  The outcome was, that he had no feeling in the shoulders, backs of his arms and hands, at least not in the skin area.  One day at work he impaled himself on some wood sticking out and never even realised.  He had to have it dug out at the hospital.  The rest i dug out at home.  He never felt a thing and i enjoyed myself.

Now hold that in mind as i tell you the rest.  Every now and again a few of us from my church would go to another church.  The reason being was because this church had a band, was lively and things were happening and we wanted to see what it was and take it back to our church.  So this Sunday we wanted to go but had no car.  I persuded my husband to take us, and being a good husband he obliged.

After the service the vicar came and talked to us.  I explained where i went to church and why i had come and then he spoke to hubby.  I could hear him saying how he was only the chauffer and only occassionaly came to church with me.  Before i could say a word the vicar said to hubby.  'Would you like to be born again.'  I nearly scoffed out loud.  'Yes' said Hubby right out of the blue.

Before we knew it we were in a back room and the vicar was going through the basics. My husband read through the prayer of salvation or as some people call it the sinners prayer, (all jargon i know, sorry) and said he agreed and understood what it said and then prayed it for himself.

After a little talk by the vicar hubby said he understood what had just happended but it would be nice to have a sign, just as confirmation that Jesus had really come into his life.  The vicar laid a hand across his shoulder and prayed a general pray for hubby asking that he would be filled with the Holy Spirit and that he might have his sign etc. 

The next day hubby couldn't contain himself when he got home. He is a lorry driver and not only did he have his lovely arms and shoulders that i could stick pins in without him knowing, he also had very bad arthritis in his elbow and had been in a lot of pain for about 9 months especially as it was his gear changing arm. 

'Well, he said, i didn't realise it yesterday, it was only after i had started work today that i found i had no pain in my elbow, and guess what else.  I have all the feeling back in my arms, shoulders etc.'  This was in 1989 and he still has the feeling back and no pain in his elbow. 

This elbow has been x-rayed and the doctors have said he should be in a lot of pain with the arthritis in it.  He has since had the pain removed from arthritis in his lower spine.  He has been in agony with this for years and it was made worse by an accident.  He was on pain killers, using a tens machine, and could do gardening, decorating for only about 20 minutes at a time before being in too much pain.  Again, after prayer all pain has gone and has been gone for years.  The doctors predicted he wouldn'tbe able to carry on work but he has and it is very heavy work too, delivering car parts which includes engines and gear boxes.

 A few years ago a  biopsy found pre-cancerous cells in his prostate, after a second biopsy a year later they could find no pre-cancerous cells.  The doctor asked him what he was doing, hubby answered prayer, the doctor said, well just keep doing what your doing.

Well that original experience of answered prayer was just the sign he needed and he hasn't looked back since then.

There is one downside to this story though, hubby now has no excuse for doing his chores in the house and garden.  aah!

Grrrrr

Grrrr

Am i silly or what??  When i read posts and get to where someone has written grrr, instead of just looking and moving on, i say it.  And i have to tell you it sounds silly in my head. Blah blah blah grrr blah.  I have tried to not say it and just read on but i cannot.  I just feel thankful that i am not reading it outloud.  But sometimes i read posts to husband and then i hit a dilemma.  To say it or not to say it.  And all the while i am reading i can feel it coming up, looming large, ready to trip me up.  Do i read it and go grrr or do i leave it out and pretend it wasn't there.

I feel guilty leaving it out because then i wouldn't be true to what the writer has written, but on the otherhand if i say it, i know hubby is going to laugh or at least look at me peculiar.  So what do i do.  Usually i always preface it with an even sillier explanation trying to explain why it was written, which brings on an even sillier look on hubbies face.  Woe is me!! What a dilemma to have LOL!

Three bears were in an airing cupboard.

Which one was in the army?

 

The one sitting on the tank!

 

The things you write when you can't think of anything else to say.  LOL!!

 

 

Additions

Son phoned yesterday.....   Now son only phones when he has something to say, never just for a chat.  I've got some news for you mum, good or bad, i asked.  Well both good and bad, he said.  Now my son lost his job 2 weeks before christmas so i was hoping he had phoned to say he had work.

Your going to be a great grandmother he said.. What!!!!!!  Bearing in mind i'm only 55.  I started with the oldest, nope, next one down, yep.  Grandson no.2.

Technically he is my step-grandson but as i have known him since birth and his older brother from 18 months (then comes my sons twin boys and a daughter) he is just as much a grandson and loved as the others.  Whats more my son has brought them up since they were babes, he is their dad.  They say themselves their birth father - who they see regularly - is their father but my son is their dad.

My son is 3 years younger than my daughter in law so is only 36 and a grandad to be.

Now as this is something that happended on holiday under the influence of drink, nobody knows quite what the outcome will be or if we will even have any contact with the child, which will be a shame, but that will be the mum's choice.

It reminded me of when i was teaching a teenage group at church and trying to show them that all actions effect a lot a people like the ripples on a pool. Nobody can just say it's my life and nothing to do with anyone else.  Not just a baby has been created but a whole family full of relationships.  My mum becomes a great great gran, my sister a great great aunt, aunts, uncles, cousins have been formed.

But, and a big but, when daughter was pregnant with my youngest grandson, (she is a single mum), i was having a rant at God about it, and he stopped me and said very clearly, I DON'T MAKE MISTAKES. 

I knew what he meant.  He wasn't condoning the act that brought the pregnancy about, but the deed having been done, the resulting child was  not a mistake and must never be thought of as one.

Well that's it then, we will wait to see what happens and perhaps this will act as a warning to the others.  It's is a hard time for my son and wife as all his children are at a dangerous age where they are trying to find their feet in this mad world and spread their wings a bit.  They are no longer babes that you can keep in doors all the time and protect.  I don't envy him, i only had the two to worry about, he has five.  That'll teach him to have twins.  Husband's sister is going to have the same worries in a few years time as she has twins as well giving her 4 children.  It's no wonder we go grey.

Tip a Rarey

Rarey grew very rapidly and outgrew the pram in a couple of days.  He outgrew his crib by the time he was 6 months old and he just kept on growing and growing.  His parents were going mad trying to keep him fed and clothed.  By the time Rarey was just 2 years old, he no longer fit in the house.  When Rarey was 10 they just couldn’t cope anymore and after much contemplation, they decided they just had to get rid of him.  So they took him to the edge of a cliff on the channel.  As they stood there they looked down hundreds of feet to the base of the cliff, where the waves boomed in, they suddenly realized what they were planning to do.  Appalled they drew back looked at each other and said…  It’s a long way to tip-a-rarey!

 

 

Anything and everything

Been meaning to write something for awhile now but couldn't find anything to write.  Or to be more exact the effort of putting finger to key was too much.  Why cannot our thoughts just be written down it would be so much easier.  Ah well something for the future i suppose.

So i am just going to add my thoughts as they come.

Son lost his job 2 weeks before christmas and has 5 children to feed and i just hope he gets another one soon.  My friends mother is in hospital and at 82 it seems she is not going to come out, her vital organs are shutting down.  Having gone through similar with my dad, just waiting for him to die - although this wasn't due to old age - i am feeling for her. 

We are one short at work which has meant extra work and we will be stock taking soon.  Bending over for hours at a time looking and marking down the price of every book kills my back.  I greatly dislike stock taking.  Add to that we have had a computer 'till' not connected up for nearly a year and could have scanned everything does not help.

There have been 5 family birthdays since January 1st with one more to come.

Got my January post christmas blues.

Need to get myself a spiritual director as i am floundering a bit at the moment.

What a tale of woe....

I must count my blessings of which i have many.

Just Perfect

 

 

Master Perfect meets Miss Perfect and they get married.  They make the Perfect marriage; live in the perfect house with the Perfect family and a Perfect car.

One Christmas Eve, Mr Perfect said to Mrs Perfect,  “lets go for a drive”.

So Mr Perfect and Mrs Perfect get in the Perfect car and Mr Perfect drives Perfectly down the road.  It’s just starting to snow and as Mr Perfect drives down the country lane he sees Santa Claus sitting by the side of the road.  So Mr Perfect stops the car and he asks.  “What’s the problem Santa”.  And Santa says, “my sleigh has gone down the ditch and I’ve got all these parcels to deliver to the children”.

So Mr perfect says to Mrs Perfect “lets give Santa a hand”. 

So they load up the parcels and Santa Claus into the Perfect car and Mr Perfect drives off down the country lane Perfectly.

By this time the snow is coming down harder and as Mr Perfect drives his Perfect car Perfectly round the bend he goes off the road and crashes.

 

Question:  There is only one survivor, who is it?

 

 

Answer:  Everybody knows there is no such person as Santa Claus and every woman knows there is no such thing as a Perfect man.  So it must be Mrs Perfect.

 

 

Once upon a time a daughter complained
to her father that her life was miserable
and that she didn't know how she was
going to make it.

She was tired of fighting and struggling
all the time. It seemed just as one problem
was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen.
He filled three pots with water and placed
each on a high fire. Once the three pots
began to boil, he placed potatoes in one
pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground
coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying
a word to his daughter.

The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited,
wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the
burners. He took the potatoes out of the
pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the
eggs out and placed them a bowl. He then
ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her he asked. "Daughter, what
do you see?"

"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied.

"Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes."
She did and noted that they were soft.

He then asked her to take an egg and break
it. After pulling off the shell, she observed
the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee.
Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

"Father, what does this mean?" she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the
eggs and coffee beans had each faced the
same adversity - the boiling water. However,
each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting,
but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell
protecting its liquid interior until it was put in
the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg
became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique.
After they were exposed to the boiling water,
they changed the water and created
something new.

"Which are you," he asked his daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door,
how do you respond? Are you a potato,
an egg, or a coffee bean? "

In life, things happen around us, things
happen to us, but the only thing that truly
matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you?