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Musings
of a Senior Scribe
Thanks and Hugs
By
Mona Lease
Hi,
all! I know this is somewhat of a reprint, but; I felt I
should tweak it a little, given the feelings I've encountered since our
recent
"re-election." My brain screams down the "track" two weeks
ahead of time, picking up passengers (thoughts) along the way. My body
zigs and
zags, sometimes ahead, sometimes behind. Sometimes they meet in a
crescendo of
insight. Normally; it's a quiet knowing deep within - a belief that
refuses to
be bought or sold. Today was one of those days.
Veteran's
Day is here. Growing up, my maternal Grandmother
referred to it as Armistice Day. She explained to a five year old child
that it
was a treaty, a pact, an promise. We, the USA and everyone involved,
agreed to
lay down our weapons...enough was enough. Neither side was going to
win. It was
a "draw." It was time to turn our spears into pruning hooks. I think
that means to use our weapons of war to bring life.
So,
to all the Veterans out there - Thank you for your service.
Thank you for being uncomfortable so I could be comfortable. Thank you
for
missing your family, home, birthdays, children, and your hobbies so I
did not
have to miss mine. Thank you to the families of those who made the
ultimate sacrifice.
I am so sorry for your loss.
I
do not do a prayer list. Betty Rubble does not want her
hysterectomy surgery in print. Neither does Fred Flintstone was his
hemorrhoid
surgery there. I've never been refused when I've offered prayer. So,
know that
I am praying and wishing you all well. When there's a problem, I try
not to get
caught up in the "details." I'm not sure it matters how we get into
the trouble - cigarettes, alcohol, genetic defects, etc. The result is
still a problem.
And at that point, all I know is: We
have Faith, Hope, and Love. And the greatest of these is Love.
And
thank you to all of you who pass these columns along to those
who do not have a computer. Again, I could not write any columns
without you
readers - you who share your hurts and hopes, wit and wisdom. Together
we can
move mountains.
Though
I speak with the language of men and angels and I do not
Love, I am a gong or a cymbal; I have said nothing that will help. And
even if
I can tell the future,.understand all mysteries, understand all
knowledge, and
I have the faith to move a mountain but, I do not Love - I understand
nothing.
And if I give everything I have to feed the poor,
give my body as a sacrifice and I do not Love
- I gain nothing. Love suffers a lot and is kind. It does not envy
others their
possessions or accomplishments. It does not boast of what is has or
does.. Love
is not happy when things go wrongly or people act wrongly. Love is
happy to see
the truth. Love bears all ugliness, believes in the good things, and
hopes for
a better tomorrow.
Hug
a Vet Hug a Child
Remember
the kiddies and our service people. Be good to the furry
and feathered ones out there. Be safe and healthy. See ya next time.
Ever
Toodles!! MONA
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