Now I have come across a lot of planners in my lifetime. One of the best planners I know is my mother. She has never been the type of person to leave things to chance. She has always did what needs to be done to make things happen.
My mother finished high school, she has some college under her belt. However, I think the attribute which has done her well is her ability to make sure things were in place to happen. During her career she escalated to be a supervisor of a medical component which now requires the individual to be a licensed RN.
She is very well versed on medical terms, medicines, and medical conditions. She started off from the bottom as a telephone operator taking incoming calls for medical appointments. When she left government service she was Supervisor of the Tumor Registry. It was no easy climb. She often had to fight to get the respect she deserved. And believe you and me she had no issue with fighting. To meet her you would never know it.
Her favorite all-time endearing name for me is not favorable at all. It is the same name you would call a four-legged female dog. My mother used to call me that name so much one day as a child I looked it up to see what it meant.
Even at fifty she's called me that name. She says that's who I am and if you don't know you better ask somebody. For the record, I don't look at myself the same. I contribute the name of endearment she has for me as a result of the Freudian philosophy.
She always considered herself as the Queen B. And from men during her heyday she commanded her respect as well. She never wanted for anything and she lived by her mantra that her children would never want for anything either.
One thing I can say about my mother is that she has that tenacity to get things done. Definitely not the type to leave things to chance and think they might get done.
Well, in another sense she is an extremist. She has her life so far planned out she even planned her after life. She has owned her burial plot since probably I was in grade school. I remember when she was first diagnosed with MS she cried. I think more so because it was one thing she hadn't planned on. Life will at times overwhelm us.
I would have you to know that she planned her life out so far as much as she can that the only thing we are to do is call and let them know she is ready whenever the day comes. She is a strong lady. She was diagnosed with MS over thirty years ago and by the way the diseased had already metastasized when she was diagnosed they estimated she had it ten years prior to the diagnosis.
I have to give it to old girl. I was in the critical care unit with her the other day after the emergency response vehicles had taken her to the hospital. They had taken her out and brought her back in the room after performing a cat scan then later did x-rays. I don't remember the exact point but she was talking as if she was having a conversation with God and she "God no, call Lisa". Lisa is my eldest child and she has been the caretaker for her children. Needless to say my mother she never ceases to amaze me.
I truly believe when our number is called a timeline of our life, our decisions, our choices is going to be brought to light. We are going to be able to read what is on the mind of the people right there in the room with us. I think it is going to be a time when God will reveal to us things we may have seen differently. We will be vulnerable to God's actions like we really are every day. If you really want to see who is in control go sit by the bed side of someone who is hanging on for dear life with a strong will and not ready to move on. God is in control.
One thing I've learned this week. God is with us and will walk with us and talk with us until we take our last breath and beyond. I feel I'm covered. And all I can say is thank you Jesus for all you do and all you provide. Some times the best things via lessons we receive in life have been paid in full. When the master planner calls to talk to you he doesn't have to have any phone plan. He doesn't have to worry about getting a busy signal. He doesn't have to worry about anyone intercepting the line, he doesn't have to worry about someone tracking or tracing the phone call. When the Master calls you won't even need to be able to move a muscle, he'll be all inside your head. He'll go over the communication line to your heart, he'll answer up where you are weak in answering. He'll take you through the good times, he'll take you through the bad times. He'll recount the times of indifference. When God calls all we can do is listen.
My mother was telling me Lynne don't jump, don't jump off the block. Trust and believe "On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand...", I know that, it was one of my grandmother's favorite hymns. To God be the glory for letting me bask in the presence of two great women.
The last deed I performed with my mother of great significance is taking her to vote in the last election in November 2013. I was so thankful she had the strength for me to carry her to the polls. I proudly walked inside and asked for assistance with someone bringing out a ballot for her to cast her vote. It has happened that way for the last few elections. It reinforces in me how good God is and how important it is to exercise our rights to be heard, to be respected, to count and make a difference.
When God calls your number will you be able to say Lord I did all I could with all I had. I never would have never envisioned asking God to call someone else. Now I'm wondering if that is what you would call having a competitive spirit, arrogance, or what? When God calls your number will you ask him to call someone else or had you even thought that far out?
My mother finished high school, she has some college under her belt. However, I think the attribute which has done her well is her ability to make sure things were in place to happen. During her career she escalated to be a supervisor of a medical component which now requires the individual to be a licensed RN.
She is very well versed on medical terms, medicines, and medical conditions. She started off from the bottom as a telephone operator taking incoming calls for medical appointments. When she left government service she was Supervisor of the Tumor Registry. It was no easy climb. She often had to fight to get the respect she deserved. And believe you and me she had no issue with fighting. To meet her you would never know it.
Her favorite all-time endearing name for me is not favorable at all. It is the same name you would call a four-legged female dog. My mother used to call me that name so much one day as a child I looked it up to see what it meant.
Even at fifty she's called me that name. She says that's who I am and if you don't know you better ask somebody. For the record, I don't look at myself the same. I contribute the name of endearment she has for me as a result of the Freudian philosophy.
She always considered herself as the Queen B. And from men during her heyday she commanded her respect as well. She never wanted for anything and she lived by her mantra that her children would never want for anything either.
One thing I can say about my mother is that she has that tenacity to get things done. Definitely not the type to leave things to chance and think they might get done.
Well, in another sense she is an extremist. She has her life so far planned out she even planned her after life. She has owned her burial plot since probably I was in grade school. I remember when she was first diagnosed with MS she cried. I think more so because it was one thing she hadn't planned on. Life will at times overwhelm us.
I would have you to know that she planned her life out so far as much as she can that the only thing we are to do is call and let them know she is ready whenever the day comes. She is a strong lady. She was diagnosed with MS over thirty years ago and by the way the diseased had already metastasized when she was diagnosed they estimated she had it ten years prior to the diagnosis.
I have to give it to old girl. I was in the critical care unit with her the other day after the emergency response vehicles had taken her to the hospital. They had taken her out and brought her back in the room after performing a cat scan then later did x-rays. I don't remember the exact point but she was talking as if she was having a conversation with God and she "God no, call Lisa". Lisa is my eldest child and she has been the caretaker for her children. Needless to say my mother she never ceases to amaze me.
I truly believe when our number is called a timeline of our life, our decisions, our choices is going to be brought to light. We are going to be able to read what is on the mind of the people right there in the room with us. I think it is going to be a time when God will reveal to us things we may have seen differently. We will be vulnerable to God's actions like we really are every day. If you really want to see who is in control go sit by the bed side of someone who is hanging on for dear life with a strong will and not ready to move on. God is in control.
One thing I've learned this week. God is with us and will walk with us and talk with us until we take our last breath and beyond. I feel I'm covered. And all I can say is thank you Jesus for all you do and all you provide. Some times the best things via lessons we receive in life have been paid in full. When the master planner calls to talk to you he doesn't have to have any phone plan. He doesn't have to worry about getting a busy signal. He doesn't have to worry about anyone intercepting the line, he doesn't have to worry about someone tracking or tracing the phone call. When the Master calls you won't even need to be able to move a muscle, he'll be all inside your head. He'll go over the communication line to your heart, he'll answer up where you are weak in answering. He'll take you through the good times, he'll take you through the bad times. He'll recount the times of indifference. When God calls all we can do is listen.
My mother was telling me Lynne don't jump, don't jump off the block. Trust and believe "On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand...", I know that, it was one of my grandmother's favorite hymns. To God be the glory for letting me bask in the presence of two great women.
The last deed I performed with my mother of great significance is taking her to vote in the last election in November 2013. I was so thankful she had the strength for me to carry her to the polls. I proudly walked inside and asked for assistance with someone bringing out a ballot for her to cast her vote. It has happened that way for the last few elections. It reinforces in me how good God is and how important it is to exercise our rights to be heard, to be respected, to count and make a difference.
When God calls your number will you be able to say Lord I did all I could with all I had. I never would have never envisioned asking God to call someone else. Now I'm wondering if that is what you would call having a competitive spirit, arrogance, or what? When God calls your number will you ask him to call someone else or had you even thought that far out?
