Getting Up from a Fall

It’s been a few years since I decided to do a women’s study for purposes of ministry. A challenge set me back from reaching this goal, but the subject has come up again and I need to finish what I’ve started. Reviewing my journal entries from that time my eyes locked on a passage I’d written about a stumble I’d had at the public library. On a Monday afternoon, September 19, 2011 with my arms and a bag loaded with books I tripped over a curb. Oh my gosh I’d had a terrible spill. My books flew everywhere and I was lying on the ground moaning for help. People started congregating to help. My concern was that all of the books were recovered and placed in my car. What the heck did I do? Professionals were on the way to aid me. All of this comes up because just recently, Friday, September 27, 2013 I was at the home of a young business associate helping her launch her business. The presentation was done, the guests were impressed to help the young lady by purchasing products and I’m walking out feeling good. She has my bag; I’m holding my purse and a few products and all of a sudden, BAM-face down in the asphalt parking lot. This time I opted out of a trip to emergency. I seemed to be okay. The ladies decided that one would drive me home in my car while the other followed. The parallel here with both falls is that as I went about trying to be a blessing to someone, I tripped and fell. I can’t even blame an enemy for this as it was my feet, my hands, my arms my thoughts that caused me to fall. But what do I learn from this. PAY ATTENTION! You will surely fall if you don’t.

 

Have Organo Gold Execs Lost Their Mind

The Organo Gold Company has not lost its mind. In a recent convention of twenty thousand people Organo Gold (OG) rolled out Phase II of their healthy coffee marketing plan. Included in this plan is the appointment of golfer, Greg Norman as Global Branding Ambassador. Mr. Norman sought out the company to add to his plethera of businesses. He has worked his way up the ranks as a Ruby Exec as of this writing.

In all of network marketing there’s never been a company with such explosive momentum, and they haven't tapped into the real momentum yet. In the city of Las Vegas where the Stand United 2013 Convention took place, OG revealed measures for continued growth in sales and marketing. The revised Coffee Connoisseur Club is guaranteed to increase product awareness. Distributors of the Organo Gold coffee can concentrate also on building a financially healthy future.

Organo Gold Ladies and guests meet to discuss the OG Business Model.

Mercedes Sightings - Hint

Driving on the expressway toward my 8am appointment I took notice of all of the Black Benzes on the road. There were quite a few, more than usual. I pondered if the drivers were driving the “free” ones. I looked for the Organo Gold logo and didn’t see it on any of the vehicles. But still this was a “hint, hint, clue, clue” for me. After the appointment I met my hubby for lunch. While waiting inside the restaurant for him, in walks two young ladies; one wearing a Mercedes Benz T-shirt. While waiting for our lunch order I walked over to the young ladies' table to ask for a card so I could peruse the site she maintained. (She said this to the server who stopped to ask her about the vehicles.) As soon as I arrived home I fired up the computer and surfed to the Benz site. Guess I’ll go test drive that Benz this week. Getting prepared for greater!

I Wish I Could Have Danced More

Back in the day she used to try all of the latest dances but to no avail. She had only learned the dances as they were going out. Even stepping, Chicago style, was a little difficult for her. The fancy twirls and steps tripped her up. But now that she was born again she could do all of the twirls and everything. Maybe her confidence had grown so she felt she could do anything and not be embarrassed. The last time she "stepped" was at a wedding, and she only lasted about five minutes before she had to tell her dance partner to give it a rest. Winded and red in the face she faced her very sanctified mother. The question she posed, "What, you dancing now?"

 

 

I've Got Work to Do

Lying in the bed watching the rays of sunlight crack through the blinds I mused over the fact that the sun was rising earlier and earlier these days. As I told myself the day would soon begin, my husband who was already up poked his head back in the room to announce that our son was not home from last night. My brain began to do a ticker tape dance as I assigned venues for him; girlfriend, side of rode, hospital, jail. After beating the covers and swinging and missing the pillows I reached for the telephone to start calling around. I needed my car, I had promised to be somewhere at 9:30am and he was jeopardizing that commitment.

A few hours later I found him and my car, both in a mess. Why Lord? Why this thing again. What are you trying to say to me? Why does stuff keep happening? I had just learned that I might have to go back in for surgery to remove a hernia and I wasn’t a happy person. Why couldn’t this young man get himself together? A phone call from one sister was a little helpful, but I could tell she wasn’t having any of it.

While out driving I reflected on how none of the previous challenges of the past year had made me cry. But this was the end, I was livid and teary and angry. I called the one sister whose shoulder I could cry on. Explaining everything to her she said, "You need to get somewhere and meditate and ask the Lord what he wants you to do."  Yeah that’s probably what I need to do I told her. I thanked her for listening and drove home.

The small baskets and boxes that I was packing away sat on the table waiting for my return. Stuffing old CDs, books and tapes in one designated box kept my mind off the problem at hand. What Lord? Tucked away in a small desk top monthly filing case I found a couple of ink pens and yet another cassette. These cassettes were everywhere. I looked at the label and recognized my sister the songwriter’s handwriting. Great, maybe this is one of her songs that I really loved. Now on the hunt for a cassette player I discovered one hiding under my bed. Not bothering to brush off the dust I slipped the tape inside and immediately the tears began to flow. I had never really grieved her death of six months. She was such a prolific songwriter. She always tried to tell me. I knew she was, but her method of getting discovered was completely annoying.

Now lying on the floor I forgot about the pressing business with my son and just let the music minister to me. That’s it, that’s what He wants. The lyrics explained we’ve got work to do. I had been so sick, so cautious of maintaining my recovered health that I was not in the field doing His will. Wow! What an epiphany.  Now eyes wiped dry, and knowing that He’s going to handle that other business, I’m ready.

Facing the Truth

The room was half filled with colleagues who had met this night for business training. It was a misty, chilly evening and many participants had arrived wearing the heavy gear that was contrary to Spring. The speaker was sparkling as usual as we took notes and laughed at his jokes. I could feel my brows furrowing as each piece of new knowledge, parceled out in large doses, poured into my spirit. Later, after the presentation we greeted one another. In this room at this time, this cadre of blue and white collar workers seemed to understand the concept of wealth building. It was incredible to hear how many quickly adapted to this new wave of financial freedom.  Would I adapt and become one of the nouveau rich? These were my colleagues; regular folk, interesting to talk to and very polite millionaires. One such person agreed to take a picture with me. It was in the image of that photo that I realized something was wrong. The ready smile, the twinkling eyes and the look of confidence was missing from my face. I vowed that would be the last time I would appear in public with a seemingly defeated persona, nor would I appear as anything less than a conqueror. All the confidence of prior training and education seemed to not be apparent as I viewed my reflection. What seemed to be a simple snapshot told a story of two different people; one who had overcome her shyness and was now a household name, while the other seemed lackluster.

Who's on the Other Side

Who’s on the other side? I asked that question as I finished breakfast. Mother has been very ill and pining for her children. It’s like a last effort to see us all saved. She wants to keep us all near. Often I tell her you can’t save us, that’s up to the Lord. You have prayed and laid the foundation now let Him do the rest of the work. This illness has debilitated her thinking and motor movements. The possibility that she won’t make it through the year is strong. I get misty thinking about that bulwark who on many occasions had to correct my wrong doing, and at times still won’t let me forget.  While mother continues to give last instructions I ask her quietly if she is ready to go. It seems that she is preparing herself to meet the loved ones who are on the other side with Jesus. What a joyous celebration when she meets up with them. But yet, her sorrow for the unsaved ones won’t be depleted while she remains on this side. The melody of my sister Regina’s song lingers as I wish I could remember the lyrics; “It’s Going to be Alright”.