It could be worse....

When you complain about your job and work conditions.
It could be worse. 

This is the Lunch room, when my Dad worked.  The Copper Mines were 3000 ft under the surface.

They had several lunch rooms, in the mines.  Kinda fancy for that far down in the ground.

It could be worse, in most cases, of life.

Thankful Thursday

I want to list a few stuff, that I am Thankful for:

1.  Standing while unloading the dishwasher.
2.  Van sputtering along for now.
3.  Husband that is working hard, in this heat for a few days.
4.  Horse dog, who wants to play ball, as I type this.
5.  Thankful that my Dad worked so hard in the Copper Mines.

Help Me To See.......

Help Me to See

Lord, help me to see

As I look around

Your presence with me

Waiting to be found.

Help me be aware

Of your gifts every day,

Seeking always to share

In some special way.

Give light to my eyes,

Put a smile on my face

As I recognize

The signs of your grace.

Lord, please guide my feet

To find my way through

Obstacles I may meet,

Showing me what to do.

Help me see good things

You’ve sent from above,

The blessings life brings,

The gift of your love.

© Connie Arnold, 2010

A Journey

The past year has been a journey inside of me.  I can blame say that some of it was medication side effects.

I learned a lesson, about every tiny thought I had before.  "I would not do that", "I would not put up with that" etc.

We do get to face some situations, to walk a mile in someones shoes.  This teaches us have compassion, for others.

Faith Imagined explains this journey of the soul very well.

When I traveled this journey inwardly, outwardly I became better.  I walked more, the MS (Multiple Sclerosis), seems to be in remission.

God was and is always there to protect us.

I was taught outward appearances (not that I was that bad), can be deceiving.  Try not to Judge!

Friday Flashback

When my son was 5, he decided, he was not wearing his seat belt.  I drove them, to school for years.

I should have seen, how he would be stubborn make his own path in life.

I was driving the van with hand controls then and now.

He would unbuckle,  I could not make him buckle up.

When we got home, after a few days, of his safety being compromised.

I sat in the van, made him buckle up 50 times.  We counted.  He has buckled up since.

Do you think our heavenly Father, could be thinking the same?   I am doing this for your safety.