(A tale about allowing those you love to be themselves)
The following is an excerpt from my Mother/Daughter Banquet teaching from several years ago. Regretfully, since this date, both my mother and husband have gone home to be with the Lord. What better way to honor my mom and my husband's prayers than to make someone else smile.
Who knew you could learn a life lesson from a turnip?
When the Lord gave me this visual I went dashing to Wal-Mart to purchase a turnip. I needed to have time to get it all dolled up for the Banquet! I was in a BIG hurry when I realized I did not know what a turnip looked like! So I asked the person stocking the produce, and she didn’t know either! Luckily, my husband did. He purchased the lonely little turnip and brought her home in time for her debut.
How many of you have ever heard the saying, “You can’t get blood out of a turnip?” I’m a visual learner so here goes…
How many of you know you can be related, but feel like you live in two different worlds? Surely the other person is the problem. The conversation from two different worlds.
Gmop: What’s up Turnip?
Turnip: Not much GrandMop…just trying to figure out what to do today.
Gmop: I know…we could go shopping! I have a coupon!
Turnip: I can’t go shopping…I don’t have a driver’s license or a coupon. For heaven’s sake…I’m just a turnip!
Gmop: Well…maybe we could go get a massage and a pedicure.
Turnip: I can’t go get a massage and a pedicure…I don’t even have a back, toenails or polish!
For heaven’s sake…I’m just a turnip!
Gmop: I’ve got it! We could go out for a quick bite! We could go have Sushi and then coffee from Starbucks!
Turnip: I can’t go get sushi! I don’t have a Sushi Bar in my neighborhood and I’m allergic to caffeine!
For heaven’s sake…I’m just a turnip!
Gmop: Turnip this is so frustrating! I need so much more love, attention, and time than you are giving me! YOU NEVER CALL ME! YOU NEVER HAVE ENOUGH TIME! IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU! YOU DIDN’T EVEN COMPLIMENT ME ON MY NEW DRESS!
Turnip: Grandmop…I’m sorry….this makes me sad. I don’t seem to be much help or any fun. God designed me completely different. If you plant or cook me, I could give you nutrients to help you stay healthy or I would look great in your purple kitchen! Besides…I don’t even have a watch. Plus, I live on the ground and I can’t see above your ankles! For heaven’s sake…I’m just a turnip.
Thank you Turnip…please take a bow.
Isn’t this ridiculous? In reality, this is no more ridiculous than the outrageous demands that we place on the people closest to us. For me…. lesson well learned.
After the banquet, during our drive home, our daughter just shook her head and said, “Of course, my mother painted a turnip!” (Poor girl…imagine having me for a mother)
H A P P Y M O T H E R ’ S D A Y !
t-t-f-n- (ta- ta- for - now)
Friday, May 10, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
The hard knocks of life paid an unexpected visit
to the sparrow’s nest that eventful day.
Little did she know she had been selected
for the enemy's next prey.
With his selection complete,
He rehearsed, repeatedly, her final defeat.
He roared orders from Hell below.
'THIS TIME’ he hissed would be the severest blow.
He released the calculated challenge
into the heart of her chest...
YES, indeed, this would be his very best!
With little warning of the violent thrust,
Not only was she violated in her physical body,
She was forced from the safety of the trees;
She was knocked to her knees.
The enemy of her soul
would arrive at each day’s dawning,
to see what array of lies
he could serve her this morning.
Oh what an unusual condition,
no longer a sparrow in flight position.
She fell from the place of self-sufficiency,
now, reduced to minimized capabilities.
Oh the shame and humiliation of the fall.
Did anyone see?
Did anyone care?
Anyone at all?
Oh, how can I ever be of use again?
The pain is too great!
Will I ever mend?
Along with hard knocks, self-pity would also call.
Once more to rehearse the trauma,
she was forced to relive the events of the fall.
The other birds whispered - “She didn’t respond like I thought she should.
I certainly don’t believe she’s done all she could.
She was soaring, just about to peak,
instead, she has disappeared into what seems to be
“a solemn retreat.”
Yes there had been many challenges,
more than a few,
but she always landed on her feet
with the right “solution” of just what to do.
Wounded and sore,
with every breath,
her bones would roar.
With relentless pain, the torment grew.
The other sparrows questioned, judged, and thought they knew…
They only shook their heads, in disbelief,
surely, she is overwhelmed with grief.
Furthermore, they concluded,
I think this time …she’s really through!
The little sparrow cried in the light of sunshine’s day.
She cried in the quiet stillness of the moon’s steady ray.
Isolated by circumstances from her own kind,
the enemy’s reports and fears plagued her mind.
As the business of day would relinquish to the still of the night,
Father Time would tip toe in to touch her brow,
and hold His little sparrow tight.
Ever so gently he would transfuse a deeper measure of faith,
Only in the process of time, would she again emerge from the dust of despair,
for there was One, the One who knows all,
who was never taken unaware
to the magnitude of the tragic fall.
With a Master’s touch and Craftsman’s skill
He breathed strength into her broken heart,
And, thus, renewed her will.
Her tears now dried she started to sing,
Her voice once silenced, now began to ring..
"Although my wing had to be replaced...
He has molded me another…
t-t-f-n (ta - ta - for - now)