A Thought For Today
By Ernestine Kennedy
And he said unto them all, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it. But whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it. For what is a man’s advantage, if he gains the whole world, and lose his soul, or be cast away?
For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and my words, of him shall the Son of Man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in his Father’s and of the holy angels. But I tell you of a truth; there will be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the kingdom of God. Luke 9:23-27
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By Ruth Nowlin
I grew up sharing. You do that when you are the eldest of a large family. There was little privacy in the tiny tin-topped house or the rambling old house that we now call home. I took this over into my married life and raising my children. There were just a few things that I held sacred and really refused to share – my underclothes, my toothbrush and my purse. When I married Joel and moved to Texas I found that even some of these were considered community property. On this occasion I had had enough and declared war.
I Can’t Remember What’s Mine?
I looked for my shoes, now where could they be,
Oh, now I remember, I loaned them to Marie.
My dress was hanging right here, I know,
What’s that you say? That’s loaned to Vicky Jo?
Well, I’ll wear a skirt, it’s clean I remember,
Nope, for it just went out the door, wrapped around Linda.
A T-shirt will do, if you are desperate this way,
Now don’t tell me, that’s what Robert wore yesterday.
I’ll go look elsewhere, now where did my robe hide?
I think Donnie had that on when he ran outside.
I guess that’s what happened to my old straw hat?
No, don’t you remember, it was Joel who had that.
At last I found some clothes, where’s my purse, Honey?
Last time I saw that the kids were looking for money.
Forget it! I’ve got to go; now where is the car?
Robert took that but don’t worry he wasn’t going very far.
While I’m waiting I’ll visit the bathroom I think I have time,
O.K. but pick a number I think you’re fourth in line.
That’s all right, nothing new; I’ll just rest instead,
No sleep for last night the relatives used my bed.
Hand me a toothbrush, yes, that one will be fine,
No, Ryan, you can’t have my teeth; there I draw the line.
There’s the phone, hello, now what’s that you say?
Can you borrow my husband? Lady, there’s NO WAY!
Guess when I die the funeral director will exclaim,
“OOPS! We put old Sam in the casket that had her name.”
Lord up in Heaven, when for me at last you reach down,
Please, don’t let someone else borrow my robe and my crown.
Things have not changed much even with the kids all gone. When I went walking this morning: The sweats were from Tamara, the boots, from Tracy, the socks from my beautician, the coat from Tracy’s ex-grandmother-in-law, the t-shirt from Amanda and the scarf one that Mama made for Joel. Oh, yes, the undies are mine and Ryan still does NOT have my teeth. Still praying that God holds my robe and crown.