GBYD

Although my 21 day Intentional Blogging Challenge is complete, there are a few assignments that I am a bit late in posting. On day 21, having our 'class' come to an end, our leader Jeff Goins, took this day to tell us to write something controversial. Pick a fight, he said, make a stand and show your passion. So many of you know my situation at work, and most all of you are supportive of my conviction. So I chose to write about . . .

                                                       GBYD

Good Morning, Have a nice day, Thanks for shopping with us, God bless your day.

These are all greetings or farewells that are said as people leave my place of employment. Can you guess which one corporate does not want said anymore?

It seems like the mere mention of the name of God makes some uncomfortable.

                       

                  I understand that if I were to jump on the register conveyor belt and start preaching, maybe it would be frowned upon.

But I am not doing that. I could be saying the many things that run through my head as they yell at & hit their kids or buy cigarettes and alcohol using an EBT card for their groceries.

I don’t say anything, though, because everybody has their own reasons for doing the things they do.

One of my friends asked, “Well, what if someone were to say Satan damn your day?”

I looked at him and said I would pray for that person but I really do not think that would be said as a positive sentiment. But anyway, I would be loving as I can be and perhaps see if he were struggling with anything that would cause him to wish this on someone.

What I would actually do, probably, is brush it off with a smile and a laugh, but I would still pray for them.

I am well aware that there are some that put up with me, because I do not “shove God down their throat” or go any further than the salutation I would give by saying “Have a nice day”.

I have had people p’shaw the comment and others that say that is just what they wanted to hear. Maybe they are even overwhelmed at me. It rolls off my tongue as I hand them their change.

There are more people that like it and say it helps them than I ever thought would even notice. My manager told me he has gotten far more complements than a disgruntled attitude.

It was suggested to me that I might shorten it to "Blessings on your day" or "Have a blessed day" which I tried, but I cannot and will not purposefully leave the Name of God out of anything. I could say it is a habit, that it just comes out naturally, but I say God because God is what I mean.

Many have told me that it gives the company a good reputation, to which I would like to believe, but there are probably some that say the opposite. 

So many people come to my checkout lane purposefully so that they can hear the blessing. (Although I don’t have a clerical collar.) Some even try to “beat” me in saying it.

Example one: A teller from the bank across the street came over to talk to me. She said there was a customer of hers that had a huge problem with a large amount of money. She was distraught and needed to get something to eat, so she came over to pick up something at the store. When she came back to the bank, she was in tears, good tears. She told the teller that my comment made her day.

I don’t want to take the credit; it was God speaking through me. And maybe she was searching for something so she would find it anywhere. But my feeling is that God brought her to my lane, God gave me the words, and God gave us the compassion in our eyes and attitude.

Example two: A lady came to my lane saying “I need to get my day blessed”

There are many more examples of the way God has used the comment.

So why are they asking me to stop? Is it because it could offend someone? Will the lady that wants to hear it be offended when or if I don’t say it?

Are you bothered when you hear the name of God proclaimed?

This will be a battle in my mind. We are to obey the authorities, true.  I have read that in the bible, but I also read that we are to be bold proclaiming the name of God.

So if I don't tell people to repent, as we all should, why can't I wish them a good day, the best way I can?

Please tell me what you think, whichever view you have, and . . .

God Bless Your Day 

Susie Larson

I have been so deeply touched by this woman's conviction that I wish to share her words with you tonight. Thank you Susie.

Susie Larson

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End of Day Blessing (Speak this one over yourself): I am deeply loved, divinely appointed, abundantly equipped, and profoundly cherished by God. No enemy plan, scheme, or obstacle can keep me from God's highest and best will for me. As I follow the voice of my Savior, I see the invisible, accomplish the impossible, and love the unlovable. I am a living-breathing miracle because Jesus Christ lives in me! Amen.

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Uniquely the same; or just Exactly different.

Posted on October 28, 2014 by SherylAnne54

The Measure of Existence

It’s not that I feel like I’m different. I feel that other people have issues of their own. I am feeling that others that have had a head trauma or a TBI suffer the same thing that I am, but maybe in different ways.

There are others that have not experienced any head trauma who could be feeling the same type thing, but I don’t know that they are plagued with the same feeling.

I don’t know because I can’t say I know exactly how they feel. And I wonder, truly, if anyone else can.

I know that there are many people out there that have made a living from the study of TBI’s. Doctors, Psychiatrists, therapists, and many others have studied the issue. But who is to say that they haven’t persuaded the outcome by their “professional” findings. Have they been persuaded by those that preceded them in studies?

Maybe everyone has been born with a head stigma and everyone is unique and no one is the same. Maybe God created us to be uniquely the same; or just exactly different.

Maybe it is how we react to our own situation. Maybe this is our true measure of existence.

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Just Be Real

I have found that, for me, the best way to learn something is to teach it. I first learned this to be the case, when I taught grade school children bible stories. I worked as a representative of Child Evangelism, in the public school system. I needed to have my class as an after school program.

We met in one of the classrooms.

 Children from first grade through fifth grade would gather to sing songs, play games, and do a craft sometimes. I told the students a bible story finishing by asking if there was anyone who wanted to ask Jesus into their hearts.  In a private area, I prayed with each child that responded as my helper continued to sing with the others.

 I have a bible that each person wrote their name in after we prayed. We called this group “the Happy Day Club”, a pre-determined name given by the Child Evangelism Organization. When my son was three or four, he would go with me to the school where my first grade daughter would come and bring her friends.

But the main point of this story is to recall the way we learn and influence others.

I had heard the stories that I taught, as a child in Sunday school. The characters were familiar and the outcome was predicted. But it was the retelling of each, in the way that I felt kids could learn it best, that sealed it in my head.

One of the most valuable parts of this experience

 is one I learned years later.

We have no idea of the influence we have in our children’s lives at times. Yes, both my children at a young age came forward to accept Jesus (and write their names in my bible). Were they watching my example? Could others have been looking at their example?

I am not sure, but what I do know is sixteen years after Angela, my daughter, came with her first grade friends to Happy Day Club, she started teaching a classroom of fifth graders. She is a sought after educator who values the children’s lives.

Angela had many teachers, I know, but when I watch her lead these fifth graders to grasp concepts, I wonder if I had an influence in Happy Day Club.

“I may not be a smart (wo)man . . .”

A quote taken from a familiar movie is what I think of, but don’t utter, when I am the one instructing others. I go into the time of teaching, knowing that I could never do it on my own. I know the truth in God is Love. (So I do know what love is . . . just sayin’.)

A thorn in the flesh. . . . My lot in life

The first part of this phrase is commonly attributed to the apostle Paul, signifying his need of God’s grace. So that he didn’t get too “full of himself” as he shared the greatness of the message that he had been given, he had a ‘disability’ of some kind. This made it more obvious that he relied on God.

So I will follow suite, thank you Paul, and instead of wondering why I have been given this weakness, I will rejoice that I am relying on God to get my thoughts straight and my tongue untied.

This is me

I have shared some of my shortcomings with you, although there are many more issues that I haven’t shared, . . . yet. I trust that won’t make any of you turn around running, but that you might share something with me. We can laugh together and cry together. We will see that we all need each other.

So come with me on this venture of life, and let’s just be real.

Confession Time

Confession Time:

This was an assignment in our blogging challenge course.  Admit to something, confess something, and really lay it on the line. Right!

I am to tell of something that might in turn incriminate me. Get down to the nitty-gritty. While I would have no problem talking about my MANY mistakes, I DO have a problem with self putdowns. I have had almost my whole life.

I suffer from low self-esteem, which I am making an effort to rectify at the request of family and close friends. So essentially, by confessing something, it could put me into the situation of self-putdowns again.

 However, we all make mistakes, so it would be abnormal for me to come across as though I had nothing                    to confess.

So here goes:

I have trouble spelling.

                                I KNOW . . . I am a writer. I am supposed to have the spelling and grammar issues down. But, alas, were it not for the wonderful tool we dubbed ‘Spell Check’ my posts would all be atrocious. (And yes, I used spell check for that one).

My loving husband, who works with numbers and designs, comes to my rescue quite often as well. There are many times when I will be in the midst of an epic tale, & suddenly, out of the near silence of my typing, I question, “How do you spell _____?”

*sigh*       ~F7~

That is my confession. With one ‘f’ and two‘s’. Isn’t the age of computer spell check a wonderful time to be alive? (No matter what my sixth grade spelling teacher says)

How to find Peace in the

Have you found yourself frustrated when your commute doubles in the Fall?

Have you had to set the alarm an hour earlier in order to not be delayed?

Could it all be due to ‘getting stuck behind the bus’?

I would like to share my tips to keep peace behind that big yellow transport.

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When you find yourself in this type of situation, there are a number of solutions for making your life more bearable.

#1) You could imagine a conversation between students. – Think about what one child would say to the new occupant. Make up a conversation. Ok, so you don’t lip read, that’s fine, use your imagination and remember that you don’t have to memorize Algebra theorems any more.

#2) You could rehearse what you would say to the boss and the reaction you would receive. – Hey, you are alone in the car; give yourself a promotion if you want.

#3) You could turn this into a guessing challenge. – Guess the number of children getting on (or off). Guess the number of stops the bus will make, the number of kids named David, what grade a child is in . . . Keep track of the number when you reach your destination and try to beat your score.

This is the absolute best way to keep your cool in times like this;

#4) Use this time as prayer time. – Pray for the child/children boarding or disembarking. Pray for the child pointing back at you or making a face. Pray for your family, co-workers, news, or neighbors. In any time of stress, this is the best choice.

So the ‘Take Away’ of this How – To lesson is a reminder for everyone; Think of this obstruction as a blessing.   

Or, you may just discover an alternate route to work.