true story

Do as I say Not as I DID! #TTC

I, for one, do not ENJOY confessing my stupidity.
Praying for the STRENGTH to do just that right here and now.
PERHAPS some other person will learn from my BAD!

Don’t DO THIS!

My true story! This week, a few days ago, while grocery shopping.
Everything went well as expected; however, after I placed my bags carefully into my car, a man approached me and said, “If I give you $20.00 will you drive me a few miles down the road to the motel where I let my girlfriend off, as we both fell down a big cliff, which is why I am all dirty.”
I said, “No, I don’t want your $20.00, and I don’t drive anyplace I am not familiar with.”
He showed me his driver’s license; I gave him my keys. (Dummy me) I know!

With my keys now in his hands, we drove out of the parking lot, noticing quickly he drove too fast, cutting other drivers off, squeezing in and out —in other words, driving recklessly.

I remained quiet, realizing I made a big mistake and was thinking about how to get out of this problem. My first thought was to become passive since I knew I was at his mercy.

As I traveled with him, while he controlled the wheels; it seemed to me he was lost, turning corners as going in circles. He was attentive to the passing vehicles and mentioned over and over, as we passed them, he said, “My girlfriend, I saw her in that car.”
A few moments later, he saw her in another car. He spoke again after a short time passed; he saw her walking down the street.
I told myself to remain calm since he began to become nervous, shaking, as some refer to as tweaking. He was wringing his hands while waiting for the lights to turn green. Finally, when he started to sound the horn at the car in front of us, I said,
“Don’t beep the horn at other drivers; you might cause an accident.”

“No! I would not want to do that,” he politely said.

By this time, I was the one getting nervous; he spoke to me over and over, saying, “God bless you, thank you, God, thank you.”

Looking around out the window, I realized we were getting into the neighborhood where my daughter worked. An idea was wrought! I spoke clearly to him the following words. “I remember now my meeting with my daughter at 10:30. Could we drive there? It’s just around the corner.” (which it was)
He was quick to respond, “sure, tell me where to turn.”

“Next corner, turn right.”

He obliged and turned; quickly as I instructed him. As he completed the turn, he spotted his motel and seemed pleased. “Right there is where I dropped my girlfriend off.” He exclaimed, excited!

“Great, turn into their driveway,” I said.

He did, he parked, put the keys on the seat, and ran into the entrance. I didn’t know I could still move so fast; at my elderly age of 80, I soon had control of my car like a flash. Driving carefully but not soon enough, I went into the street that would free me from my nightmare. I pulled over after driving a minute or two into a shopping mall; like a dam that burst, all my emotions flooded, tears streaming down my face. I sat there and scolded myself. My adult daughters also grounded me; it seems I am not allowed to go grocery shopping anymore unless one of my adult children or daughters-in-law are with me.

The End… sorry we can no longer reach out, these days.

TTC

Daily Spur, dVerse, Uncategorized

REBIRTH really is PURIFICATION

Inspired by the word prompt of The Daily Spur, and Open Night of dVerse.

 

PURIFICATION —Just because you don’t believe, doesn’t mean it isn’t so! God does exist, and we will all stand before Him. Never gamble with eternity, it is forever!

Consider your life, is your conscience purified, satisfied that when you stand before the merciful judge, all is right. God gives us time to do His Will.

Confession is good for the soul, seek out a Traditional priest and talk to him. You don’t believe in confessing to another, but then why go to a therapist, counselor, or a best friend to confess your guilt. They can listen but have no power to wash your soul. Only a duly ordained priest can do that in the name of Jesus. “Whose sins you shall forgive, they are forgiven them; and whose sins you shall retain, they are retained.” [John 20:23]

It is a great feeling to be disinfected, purged from guilt, free and filled with His grace; absolution is there for the taking. Confession is an excellent gift from God, and it is FREE. No therapist fees. Try it you will love it! Purification!

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dVerse, poetry

My Confession in Haibun Poetry

dVerse is asking for a poem about one or all of the 7 Vices or Virtues and how our life has been affected. Do we see a complementary function between vice and virtue? Is there one, in particular, that has played a crucial role in your giving into temptation? Or one that has provided a valuable lesson?

My Confession of Time

Confession begins while pleading guilty of all, Pride, always the root. Yes, with each passing day the realization of “looking back” has already started, it is Pride, greatest enemy of my life! I demand, could this be the reason why I have been asking for humility lately? You see today I am older than yesterday, and growing old is a gift. TIME!
Understanding the use of this gift is to arrive at my eternity. To correct a sinful life, while that “stranger” the conscience is always nagging, “pray” it warns, for spiritual wisdom to know my sins and be sorry for them … why do I wonder?

Recognizing time —
a reality of Life.
Vice, Virtue our choice.
Eternity always there
on the mind ever-present.

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

#Tanka Poetry Challenges

In keeping with the religious theme of my blog.  While taking up the challenge of the two prompt words this week “Green” and “Patience” using their SYNONYMS ONLY; it was so much fun I decided to post not one but two Tanka poems for this week of Colleen’s challenge.  My prompt words camouflaged with their synonyms are Italicized.

#Tanka NUMBER ONE
Bliss

Rivers of sweet tea
Cotten Candy yielding clouds
God’s Will to share this
Lollypop bliss flourishing!
Unicorns winking at me

 

 

#Tanka NUMBER TWO

Sprouting forgiveness
Missing it – perceived it not
Never offend Him?
Proud soul no humility
Ever woefully wretched

 

BELL

Colleens Weekly Poetry