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Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

9 Jul

“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”

~Audre Lorde

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Another hot Texas Sunday morning. Father Paul, our new priest officiated Mass. this is the first time I’ve seen him. When they introduced his coming, via email, they didn’t have a picture. I think I know why. After Mass, we all stood in line to shake hands and welcome Father Paul. And you know me. I took out my cell phone and asked Father if we could take a selfie. To which he replied, “I don’t like pictures, and I don’t do social media.”

Well, alrighty then. There goes my self-serving selfie-op. Now, what to write about?

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus returning to His hometown. He was not well received, and basically was ignored as just being a carpenter, son of Mary. No big deal. The people were not impressed. They only saw Him as the child and man they knew before, not who He had become.


MK 6:1-6

Jesus left that place and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded.

They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.

Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. And he was amazed at their lack of faith.

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My take on it… People change, sometimes for the good, and other times…well, not so much. You may go back to your hometown, but you’re not always that same person. The boisterous young person you knew as a child could grow to be a talented, creative, wonderful human being. Unfortunately, the reverse can happen. That quiet, naive, sweet, loving young person can turn into an evil, selfish, narcissistic, awful adult. You can’t judge a book by its cover. That old familiar cover may have a different story inside. (I’m just talking from experience. Make sure to read all the pages from start to finish.)

OTHER STUFF~ My favorite Sunday salad. What’s for dinner?

Spinach, iceberg lettuce, broccoli, avocado, tomato, and my bean salad mixture that has garbanzo, black beans, cucumber, apple, grapes, and I toss on some mixed nuts. I use a little homemade apple cider vinegar/oil dressing. It sounds very vegan, and maybe it is. I just like it because it’s yummy. I’m still a carnivore, but not very often. My sons have me brainwashed, but now and then I require a hamburger.

And then let’s not forget BACON!!!!! Can’t live without bacon.

Saturday:) Some Special Gifts From God

8 Jul

“The greatest gift you have been given is the gift to see good, and beauty, and love when you look in the mirror. Then, knowing all those gifts come from God.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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What do you see?

When I look in the mirror, I can’t help but be amazed at the crazy curls God gave me. When I tug on a curl, it bounces back. It’s like magic. I say to myself, “How does God do that.”

For the first few decades of my life, I didn’t appreciate my crazy hair or my gifts. In my teens, I used to straighten my hair, iron my hair, and tie it up. With age comes wisdom. It took a lot of bumps and bruises and changes along the way.

Now, I’ve learned to be ME, accept how I’m different. I’m not thin, or brilliant, or what some might call beautiful. But, I realize that I am a gift from God. He doesn’t make mistakes. I am proud of who I am, and when I look in the mirror, I say,”Thank you! Thank you for your blessings.”

Again, the curls are just a metaphor for life. Appreciate your gifts and your differences. Who decides what is beautiful and perfect? YOU DO! God already knows.

When you look in the mirror, I hope you see what I see and say to yourself, “YOU ARE AMAZING!”

Saturday:) Sometimes You Have To Break Free

30 Jun

“You don’t have to live with whatever life throws you–or whatever you’ve gotten yourself into…

You can choose to Change Your Story!”

Kirstin Leigh

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On my recent walks, I’ve been infatuated with this flower that has been bursting through the confines of a six foot wooden fence a few blocks away. I laugh to myself as I think of the analogy on life that this bold flower represents. I think we can all relate to wanting to break through the fence that holds us back from doing the things we want to do are are meant to be doing.

This flower represents our lives. Nothing should hold us back. Don’t be kept in the shade behind a tall confining fence. Find a tiny crack or space to squeeze through and burst through. Feel the warmth of the sun and the fresh blustery breeze. Be free! Great analogy, right?

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom and a Wiggly Worm

30 May

“If the early bird catches the worm, I’m going to stay in bed till noon, drink a nice cup of tea, have lunch, watch “Jeopardy” on TV, then go out later when the worms are all gone.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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I just realized today that I’m not really afraid of worms, I just don’t like that they are all wiggly and slimy and helpless. When I was a younger lady, and was coerced into going fishing, I refused to put the worm on the hook. Yuk!

It didn’t occur to me until today why that was. Who could possibly be afraid of a worm? We are so much bigger than them. They don’t bite, or spit, or call you names, or insult your mamma.

Worms are helpless. They don’t have feet or paws to run away. They are at your mercy. I could never grab the poor thing, alive and all helpless and wiggly, then pierce his poor little body with that sharp hook. Then, if that isn’t torture enough, you throw him, weighted down, into the water, to wriggle and drown, unless of course, a big old wide mouth bass comes and gobbles him up first. (Don’t even get me started on that poor fish!)

When I go for my daily walks, sometimes I see a helpless worm slithering and writhing desperately on the scorching hot sidewalk. He gets nowhere fast. I used to search for a nearby leaf or twig to rescue Mr. Worm from its imminent doom. Now, I just say to myself, “What the heck. Just pick up the poor thing and place him in the cool grass. He won’t bite. Wash your hands when you get home. What if you were that worm. Wouldn’t you like to be rescued?” (When I talk to myself, it’s usually a long conversation.)

It was pretty hot this morning, but it was also designated watering day, which means sometimes the worms slither out to escape the soaking grass sprinklers and end up on the scalding pavement or sidewalk. Then, they can’t get back to safety.

Not only am I the animal whisperer of McKinney, but also the worm rescuer. I rescued several worms today. Nope! Didn’t think twice. Just picked up those darn wiggly worms and placed them gently in the grass. I think this poor little guy said, “Thank you, Miss Toni!” In worm language, of course.” You’re welcome! “There but for the grace of God, go I.”

Well, I bet you’re going to think twice about being afraid of a little worm next time. NOW SNAKES!!!! That’s a different story!!!!! BE AFRAID!!!!

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom… “Squeeze the Day”

23 May

“Life is like a tube of toothpaste. Just when you think you’ve squeezed every single tiny last drop out, you surprise yourself and get a little more.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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I was thinking about this analogy this morning. Last week, I was just about ready to throw out my old tube of toothpaste. It was looking pretty empty. I started from the end and rolled it up, getting another tiny bit. Every morning and every evening for over a week, I rolled and squeezed and this morning, there was still a dab left.

And you know what? I think I can still squeeze few more dabs out of this old tube.

That’s my analogy on life. Keep squeezing all you can out of life. There’s a few more dabs left. Don’t give up. “Squeeze the Day… Carpe Diem.”

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom~ For Dreamers

3 May

“Dreamers have the greatest life because anything is possible. When you walk with the dreamers, you are never alone.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground.”

~Wilfred Peterson

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I have been blessed with the greatest family and the finest friends. I’m surrounded by love, dreamers, smiles and silliness.

Being silly at the new Hobby Lobby.

Admiring an entire wall of tortillas, giggling with the girls.

FaceTime with my grand-daughter, and family.

Singing silly songs at karaoke.

Worshiping, praying, and singing at church, surrounded by dreamers.

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom and Thriving

25 Apr

“You are not your past. You are the warrior that rose above it to become the example of someone who didn’t survive, but thrived in creating the most beautiful last chapter of their life.”

Shannon L. Alder

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On my daily walks, I’m reminded how resilient mother nature and people can be. At the entrance of our subdivision, there is a long row of Knockout Roses lining the sidewalks. Seriously, there are over two hundred bushes. Sadly, they are all deceased. Rose Rosette Disease (RRD) is the disease that has plagued many of the local rose bushes that previously touted being disease resistant. Nothing and no one is perfect.

What amazes me is, even though diseased and surrounded by other sickly bushes, stunning bursts of color force their way through the bare branches and wilted leaves. I smile as I walk past these marvelous examples of fortitude, often relating to the thriving roses blooming amongst the ugly diseased foliage of past years.

My personal motto for most of my life has been, “I bloom where I’m planted.” Like those obstinate rambunctious roses, I’m going to keep blooming and thriving, no matter where I’m planted or what obstacles come my way. That’s how my Mamma raised me. Thanks Mom.

I hope all of you reading this can relate to these stubborn roses and you keep thriving and blooming and sharing your beauty.