Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Things are subject to change


(The car phone or phone car?)

A few years ago I heard those words. They were spoken by a lady  near 50 years of age. She was teaching Bible in a Four Square Church.  Those words stuck with me like glue.  I have learned to keep watching and no matter how good or how bad things are, they are subject to change.  It wasn’t much more than a year or so later, Sherry saw the lady’s name in the obituaries. Again I repeated the words out loud, ‘Things are Subject to Change’.


(I have no idea)

As I get older the more I realize the statement has always been true, and always will be. In this life a human can over night win a lottery or get a death sentence from a Doctor concerning a hidden disease.


(I do know it’s a Volkswagen)

We have only two sons. I have said a hundred times, “What would we have done if we had 5 or 10, no way would I have lived this long.” In the last thirty years things have changed drastically. Divorce rates have climbed so that if your life is not touched by divorce you are in a VERY small majority. Drugs and alcohol have destroyed good men and women. Our lives (like many parents) have been a roller coaster great highs! But then lows that I could NEVER have imagined in a hundred years.


(A Wooden Pick-up)

You may have read how much I admire and appreciate the words and meaning in the Serenity Prayer.

Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, change the things I can,  and the wisdom to know the difference.


(Stealth car? Cops will not see you speeding??)

There are days I can LIVE that prayer, and then days I FORGET and try to change the things I cannot change. Which becomes a frustration and an exercise in futility. Then at the height of frustration and tears, a still small voice says, ‘you cannot do MY job’.


(No idea, but you could drive it to your next reunion!)

Things are subject to change. Yep, Things are subject to change.


(I don’t know, but it looks mean!)

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite Shipslog


Cars pictures, sent to me by my Great grandma-in-law from Utah, Joan.


(Should be named reflection!)


Your tongue is the only muscle in your body that is attached at only one end (And you thought you knew it all!).


Paula said...

Oh yes I know what you're saying about change. We've had some I would have never thought would happen and you couldn't make anyone understand unless you had the time to tell it all from the beginning. Sure like those cars.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

So that is 2 new things I've learned today. The tongue being the second. This morning I learned about Maslows chart from Sonya. Things are changing every moment for sure. Life gives us a lot of surprises.

shirl72 said...

Change is something I don't like, but I adjust
and live with it. Things change everyday think
how boring life would be if we didn't have
changes. We would forget how to deal with them.

Cher' Shots said...

Wow, this reminds me of the day my Jeff went into the clinic with the sniffles and came out with a diagnosis of leukemia. But over the years I've learned that although 'my' plans aren't always fulfilled, God knows what's in store for me and I trust in HIS plan. Love you both.
'love & hugs from afar'

Y said...

Some pain is simply so hard to bear, like the loses of those we love through death and divorce. My Cajun Grandma had her own version of the Serenity prayer, "Oh, Cher, give it to God." I find that new discoveries, such as you and Sherry continually make in your travels are a good antidote to the pain. Thanks for sharing your journey with us.

Lucy said...

I had 5 kids and lots of love given and recieved then you might live to be 100. As soon as the kids got married except the one in Tx. they and their problems are theirs unless they ask for help or advice. Change is not always good. A divorce, remarried then death, then remarried and the death of my son. and believe me when I say change in some ways rips us up inside but somehow we get through it. I had a one line email from my daughter on the 18. "I thought this day would be rocky for you so just know I love you". That helped me get through the day my oldest son died, July 18, 1950- -December 21, 1992., He would be 61. You will always get through anything, Jack. We have to and I know where you are coming from

Lucy said...

I forgot to tell you, I loved the cars????