Friday, 24 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman


I have recently joined a group of writers for Five Minute Friday, hosted by Kate Motaung. Every week we write for five minutes after receiving a one word prompt. No editing or over thinking involved….Just writing for the love of writing. For more information please visit Kate Motaung at Heading Home. 

 The word for this week is :


We all start life with…

Ten tiny fingers chubby and small;

Ten fingers to suck on while considering the world wide eyed with awe;

Ten fingers to explore every, texture, table, corner and crevice;

Ten fingers to paint and poke and point with;

Ten fingers to be cut (ouch) and feel pain with;

Ten fingers to hold onto mommy’s hand with;

Ten fingers to learn to pray with;

Ten fingers to go and write at school with;

Ten fingers to wipe tears away with;

Ten fingers to stroke the dog with;

Ten fingers to text and face book with;

Ten fingers to worship their creator with;

Ten fingers to go and work with;

Ten fingers to drive and show off with;

Ten fingers to marry and love another with;

Ten fingers to hold onto the next ten tiny fingers chubby and small;

Ten older fingers to comfort and hold with;

Ten bent and aged fingers to advise and guide with;

Eventually, ten fingers to gently hold and say goodbye with.


*Hugs* till next time.


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman

Let your Yes be Yes and your No be No!

Why Keeping Your Word Matters!

This week I have been contemplating the idea of keeping my word because I have recently been exposed to several different people from several different organisations that have made certain promises or at least made statements directly to me and then reneged on their word to me.

I think this is perhaps one of the worst things one person can do to another and because I happen to be on the receiving end I am experiencing first-hand how absolutely devastating it is to take someone at their word and then discover it was meaningless.

Let me explain: My mother is suffering from Alzheimer’s and it has started to become clear that I can no longer care for her at home and that she needs to be placed into a home for her own well-being.

With the aid of the internet finding a suitable home for her was easy enough; making the interview to discuss the matter with the relevant people was also easy enough; taking the afternoon off for the said interview was a snap; however, now that we have progressed to this point, I am now dependent on that home to notify me when my mother can be brought in. I was told during the interview that there was room available and that I would be contacted the following day, precisely a week ago today, and when I didn’t hear anything, by Thursday last week, I made two phone calls and left messages that to date have not been returned. This week the pattern continues.

In the meantime, I was instructed to ensure that my mother was willing to enter the home voluntarily, as they would not take her against her will. I waited for the last possible moment to broach the subject with my mother because anyone that is caregiver to an Alzheimer’s patient knows that although they are very forgetful and have no concept of time; they do however become very obstinate and stubborn when they have set their minds on something. I have successfully persuaded her to move to the home, so she therefore expects to move immediately and having to explain that I have not yet received feedback from the home has become an almost hourly chore. My mother has already packed her belongings several times and becomes irritated when I have to unpack her things because she can’t move yet.

In another example I repeatedly, requested assistance for a social worker specifically qualified for the aged to assist me with this new situation of caring for an Alzheimer’s patient. I merely needed assistance and guidance from someone with more experience than I, but after making several requests with promises to contact me and no success, I have eventually given up and found most of the assistance I needed on the internet instead.
I am pretty sure the aforementioned individuals concerned are very nice people and that circumstances probably prevented them from responding, as they indicated that they would; however, them not keeping their word to me has created a lot of unnecessary stress for my mother and for those of us who are caring for her.

The unnecessary anticipation, change in her expectations and false hope are all very cruel to my mother who is already living in the confusing and frightening world of Alzheimer’s…

Idle Words are meaningless to the ones who speak them, but devastating to those who believe them!!!

With no other recourse but to wait and being the kind of person that turns things inwards, I started asking myself whether I have not perhaps done the same things unintentionally to others.

My conclusion is I probably have and a search of God’s Word pertaining to idle words produced some verses that speak rather harshly on subject. No doubt necessary because the devastation caused by idle words is inexcusable.

Matthew 12: 37, has the following to say… “Let me tell you something: Every one of these careless words is going to come back to haunt you. There will be a time of Reckoning. Words are powerful; take them seriously. Words can be your salvation. Words can also be your damnation.” (The Message) Emphasis my own

Ecclesiastes 5:6-7Don’t let your mouth make a total sinner of you. When called to account, you won’t get by with  “Sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
Why risk provoking God to angry retaliation? But against all illusion and fantasy and empty talk there’s always this rock foundation: Fear God!” (The Message) Emphasis my own

James 5:12 “And since you know that he cares, let your language show it. Don’t add words like “I swear to God” to your own words. Don’t show your impatience by concocting oaths to hurry up God. Just say yes or no. Just say what is true. That way, your language can’t be used against you.” The Message (MSG) Emphasis my own.

Harsh words I know…but necessary sometimes…a real wake up call to me…

I have decided to make a conscious effort to change the way I communicate or to at least be more aware of what I say to people. It so easy to tell someone I will pray for them or fetch something for them or even drop something off and then simply forget about it, never thinking about the impact on their lives. If I am reminded the best I can do is apologize, but an apology cannot compensate for unnecessary stress I have inadvertently placed on another person, in a very stressful world, simply because I did not keep my word…

Update: 22 July 2014: 
Finally after a long wait my sister in law was informed yesterday that there is no available space at the home for our mother after all...Just another disappointment. In this new normal we as a family are finding ourselves in...the one constant that we have found is a steady supply of disappointment of hopes raised and shattered.

Have you been on the receiving end of broken promises and faced unpleasantness, stress or devastation simply because someone did not keep their word? Or have you like me perhaps considered that you may have been the one not to keep your word.

Thankfully, we can still turn to our God for help and correction…and just maybe these words above will help us to prevent doing the same to another.

*Hugs* till next time.


Friday, 17 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman

Free on the safe side of the boundaries

I have recently joined a group of writers for Five Minute Friday, hosted by Kate Motaung. Every week we write for five minutes after receiving a one word prompt. No editing or over thinking involved….Just writing for the love of writing. 

For more information please visit Kate Motaung at Heading Home. 

Here goes!!!!

John 8:31-38 “Then Jesus turned to the Jews who had claimed to believe in him. “If you stick with this, living out what I tell you, you are my disciples for sure. 
Then you will experience for yourselves the truth, and the truth will free you.””

As a believer I have learned that to be completely free, I have to stay within the boundaries set by the Father…These boundaries are not designed to deny me pleasure and happiness, but rather because of His great love for me and the obvious fact that I cannot be trusted with my own freedom. (My past is testimony to that) Not to mention the enemy that lurks in dark places seeking to destroy me at any opportunity.

I am an animal lover and live on a small holding with all sorts of livestock and of course my very beloved dogs. I have boundary fences in place to protect my chickens, stalls to protect my horses, donkeys, sheep and goats. I also have an entirely different camp in which my dogs roam free, but still within boundaries, during the day to enjoy the outdoors.

None of these fences, stalls and boundaries were installed because I dislike my animals and want to deny them pleasure; but rather because I know the dangers they would face should they roam free. 

Dangers that they are totally unaware of.

I don’t place a collar and lead on my dogs when we go for walks in order to limit their freedom, but rather to provide them freedom to walk with me but safely for their protection from other dogs, vehicles and from simply getting lost should they wonder too far.

My Father knows the dangers I would face if 
I were left to roam free. 

I believe that He placed us on this planet, within our “Time Frame” (Genesis to Revelations) in order to protect us. In addition, He gave us His Word to direct us and educate us on the boundaries we are required to remain within, in order to be truly free. 

These things are symbols of my collar and lead while I am “going for my walks”. They provide the safety net I need in order to be free. Without them I could easily wonder off and become trapped by some evil scheme devised by the devil for my downfall.

Equally, as much as I love my animals and would love to give them treats every single day, I know that their digestive systems were just not designed for things that I regard as “Treats”… I can give my dogs a piece of chocolate once in a while and it certainly won’t harm them; but if I did this every single day, they would soon become ill.

There are certain things in this world that would not harm me immediately if I was exposed to them, but if I make them regular activities they will surely lead to my downfall and demise so I am better simply avoiding them altogether.

For me to be truly free, I have to stay within the boundaries set for me, where I am safe, provided for and cherished…As soon as I become rebellious and wonder outside the boundaries, I trade freedom for bondage to whatever scheme the enemy places in my path.

*Hugs* till next time.


Thursday, 16 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman

Choices/ Consequences!!!

Cover up / Face the Music!!!
We face many choices in our lives. Thinking back, I can’t even recall all the many different choices I have had to make already. I do remember some of the profound life changing choices and their consequences. 

Some choices are easy to make, “Coffee or Tea”, other’s a little more complicated, and then there are the life changing choices. The only problem is we have no way of knowing what the outcome would be to these life changing choices and therefore a lot of prayer and thought have to go into them.

However, eventually we have to make a decision and hope that it was the best one to make.

 One of the key things I have learned is that there are ALWAYS consequences to choices made. Some are good consequences; but others are not. It is during the times of facing the consequences that are not so pleasant that hard life lessons are learned, that serve as a preventative measure the next time a choice has to be made.

Recently my daughter, 26 years of age, reminded me that I had forced her go back to face a restaurant manager, the day after she had stolen taken an extra balloon. She was very young at the time and although I wanted to cover it up, ignore the incident and protect her from her own crime, I also knew that she would have to learn a hard lesson. A quick lecture on stealing would not suffice.

I bought a packet of balloons and with my daughter in tow we returned to the restaurant to confess the “crime” and make amends. This experience was frightening for her; but she learned a valuable life lesson regarding taking something that was not given to her.

To date she has never even taken a pen or anything else that was not given directly to her.

This wasn’t a pleasant experience for her; but it was precisely in the unpleasantness and in the facing the consequences of her actions that she learned the valuable lesson.

Many times God will permit us to make wrong choices; and He will always save us despite these wrong choices when we ask Him to; but we will still have to face the consequences for wrong choices made.

My son aged 22 is house hunting for his first home away from home and confessed to me during a telephone call that there were just too many decisions to make. Some of the places he has applied to won’t even permit him to bring his cat with. That leaves him with the decision of having to either not apply for the property or give his beloved scat away. However, he understands that there will be consequences to face regardless of the choices he makes.

It’s something we can’t get away from and there is no short cut. For every decision made, consequences will follow and the one thing we should always consider is

“Am I prepared to live with the 
consequences of this decision?”

As a mother I also had to decide whether I would protect my children from all their mistakes and choices or whether I would help them to face the unpleasant and correct the things they had done. These times were never pleasant and there were always a lot of tears and in some cases embarrassment in confession involved; but ultimately they both learned that there are consequences to consider and that these consequences are not always pleasant.

Daily we face a myriad of choices and decisions will be made; but there is one choice, the ultimate choice that we should never ignore…and we have to choose very wisely because the consequences of making the wrong choice will be eternal consequences. We owe it to ourselves to consider out choice well.

We have the choice to:

Accept God’s wonderful gift of Grace freely given to us or to reject it.

Either CHOICE leads to a CONSEQUENCE.

An eternity in his presence or an eternity out of His presence.

John 3:16-18 This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him. 
(The Message) Emphasis my own

Choose wisely.

*Hugs* till next time.


Friday, 10 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman

Five Minute Friday


I have recently joined a group of writers for Five Minute Friday, hosted by Kate Motaung. Every week we write for five minutes after receiving a one word prompt. No editing or over thinking involved….Just writing for the love of writing. 

For more information please visit Kate Motaung at Heading Home. 

Here goes!!!!

Psalm 42:11 “Why are you cast down, O my soul? 
And why are you disquieted within me? 
Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, 
The help of my countenance and my God.”

Hope rushes into  the ruins of our troubles.

Hope wades right into our heavy and hard …

Hope is a person … a saviour …

When all seems at its worst, Hope ignites a tiny spark within my heart… 

That just maybe … it will turn out alright

Just maybe … it will pass

prompting me to try again …

to get up …

 to face the ugly head on…

to press into the hard …

to deal with the impossible and unpleasant …

Hope not only wades right  into my mess to find me …

Hope also picks me up … and carries me out

When I am just …

 too heavy to look up …

too heavy to stand …

too heavy to move ….

Hope is my Jesus…

Knowing that He has all things in His hands …

Aware that He loves me … Despite me …

I dare to hope in Hope!!!

Because I know He always brings me out of the heavy…

He always saves me …

I will sing His praises because He is the One who is worthy of my praise…

He is my saviour and my God…

Do you like me sometimes find yourself deep in the heaviness of heart brought on by circumstances and life?  
Sometimes we walk right into it without thought; but most times circumstances throw us into the middle of the ugly and hard and we struggle to stay afloat …

Remember always: Hope is a Person and His name is Jesus…

He will fetch you right in the middle of your mess…and bring you out of it…

*Hugs* till next time.


Thursday, 9 July 2015

Modern Day Samaritan Woman

Multiple Miniature “Me’s”

Choosing Simplicity but finding Complication instead!!!

How to survive the voices (pressures) that never cease!!!

As a young girl I used to imagine hundreds of different miniature me’s running around in my head and body, fulfilling all the various functions required to keep me going. (Very similar to the current “Minion Mania”, they each had their own voices, functions and appearances, yet they were never the less very much

Miniature Me’s…(MM’s)

There was the MM that wanted to be smart and work well at school and the MM that wanted to be cool and popular instead.

There was another MM that wanted to grow up fast and one that was quite content to stay a child…doing childish things and having fun.

There was the MM that was crying out to God and then the other that didn’t want to be quite that good (yet)…

There was the MM that wanted to run away when my mother remarried and we discovered that her new husband was a wife and child beater. The other MM who felt trapped in an impossible situation and counted the years until freedom.

And so the pressure of life mounted and waned, as each voice was constantly whispering, whispering in my head, driving my thoughts and actions to perform, escape, run, survive and fight.

I used to long for peace and simplicity…I believed that when I was an adult it would be better. I would automatically know what to do all the time and the voices would go away and life would be simple…uncomplicated.

But, as a young wife and mother, instead of finding the simplicity I craved,
more MM’s entered the space in my head….

Now there was the MM that planned “Healthy Meals” and themed Birthday Parties, co-ordinated perfection and practicality into every item of furniture, cushion and curtain  of every room, while the another MM was quite content to grab a quick sandwich and live in a comfy mismatched, contented home instead.

The MM that planned trips to the library and other beneficial field trips, in order to properly educate my children, and yet another MM that required the perfect picket fence version of home and hearth…

The MM that fretted about illness, calamity and all manner of possible mishap that could befall my children, paranoid about every tree, sharp object or strange person who happened to glance in their direction.

The MM that insisted my children would not relive my childhood, but would instead have a fairy tale childhood. The MM that was always a few steps ahead removing obstacles and threats to ensure that their lives did not mirror mine.

There was the MM that cried out to God, studying the bible
in order to be the perfect wife and mother.

While it appeared as if I had it all together, the voices in my head were relentless, ever pushing me to my version of perfection, while my soul was crying out for less…

The pressure mounted and waned with the years, but never truly left.
Simplicity was always my first choice, but it was elusive…

And so I believed that this constant pressure and drive would remain for only a season…when my kids grew up and left home, the season would change and the voices for go away and I could pursue a life of simplicity…Gone would be the pressure and constant drive to perform.

Now that my children have grown up and left home, and my step children are also almost out of the house I found that instead of less, there are now new MM’s that have taken up residence in my head.

The MM that wants to ace this step-mom thing, while there is another MM telling me to chill. I have already earned my stripes and don’t have to work so hard.

The MM that is the efficient employee, thriving at the challenge to assist in the growth of a company, while another MM would much rather be pottering about the garden, enjoying the sun and nature.

The MM that is the caregiver to my mother, ever on edge, walking on eggs and ready to handle whatever crisis the new day/night will bring and the MM who is simply weary of it all…Just wishing to have a deadline at least…How often will we wake up tonight? How long will the arguments and nonsensical discussions continue? How to handle the false accusations of theft and still remain true and loving? How to protect the other family members from the verbal abuse that is hurled at them when confusion and frustration set in and mom does not know what she is saying and doing?

The MM crying out to God for wisdom and peace, for patience and perseverance, and the MM that is resentful of the interruption to the simplicity I was striving for, after all these years.

I think we all have these miniature me’s running our thoughts and minds to one degree or another. Some people manage to drown them out with television, hobbies or alcohol, others ignore the voices and others simply give in to them succumbing to the pressures of life.

I read in scripture that Jesus came to make us whole and I have chosen to hang onto Jesus no matter what my MM’s are saying to me and no matter what outside pressures I face…He has made me whole….

He has been the foundation to my world ever since I was a child. While all the MM’s ran around my head and often collided with one another, He has always been a prayer away restoring my soul and strengthening me to face the task at hand. 

He can do the same for you…

Do you sometimes feel pressurized and harassed by the world and it’s cares. These are all real and unrelenting yet even as we face them and face the uncertainty of life we can “hang onto Jesus with both hands”…

Only He knows the purpose and the end…so only He can safely guide us through…

*Hugs* till next time.