Jesus Sold My House
01 July 08 - 23:59
Almost five years ago I desired to move from central Arkansas to Southeast Texas where my son lives. My husband and I were now retired and I wanted to grow old close to one of my children. But that's a big move. The house would have to be sold. I loved the spiritual blessing I received when we visited my son's church in Texas.
SUNDAY: I prayed for the Lord to sell our house. We had been remodeling it for the last two years and had more work to do, but it wasn't on the market and there was no sign out in front.
MONDAY: I decided if the Lord was going to sell our house, I should clean some closets out ... and I did.
TUESDAY: My husband and I went to our usual cafe to eat breakfast. It was too crowded so we left and went to the one we didn't like as well. A lady was telling everyone in the small cafe about looking for a house for six weeks and couldn't find what they wanted. Cabot was a fast-growing community and many houses were being built. ...
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Norma Davis's True Tidbits
05 April 08 - 12:55
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Breast Cancer
02 April 08 - 02:27
“Mrs. Davis, I hate to tell you this just before Christmas, but you have breast cancer.” The doctor handed me a copy of the pathology report.
No, I thought, that happens to other people – not me. I wanted to write a book before I died. I’m an optimist and look for the bright side. I try hard to find answers before admitting defeat. But this was big and I didn’t have answers. My life flashed before my eyes and frivolous thoughts evaporated.
I told my stunned husband on the way home that we would get through it. God would help us. When we got home he gave me an early Christmas present: a new set of wedding rings.
A month later I awoke from surgery in the middle of the night. Alone and scared, I cried out to God. ... (more)
Things I Learned the Hard Way
02 April 08 - 02:24
1. Don’t rub after shave on your freshly shaved legs just because your new husband tells you to.
2. Don’t wash your hair with Tide.
3. Don’t scrub your dentures with Brylcream.
4. Don’t ask a friend why the side of her face is dark red before you find out it’s a birthmark and she’s a stranger who looks exactly like her sister, your friend.
5. Don’t fry steaks 30 minutes on each side.
6. Read the rice box before making chicken and rice casserole to make sure it isn’t tapioca.
7. When you drop the fried pork chops on the floor before sitting them on the table, be sure to wipe the hair and dirt off (or scrub your floor every day).
9. Never scrub your wiglet with your knuckles.
10. Shingles don’t heal like measles, mumps, or chicken pox.
11. You can survive breast cancer.
12. God is always right.
Teaching Your Child Piano
02 April 08 - 02:22
“You can’t give your own child piano lessons.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It never works.”
My Missourian “Show-Me” roots immediately ignited a resolve to prove that I could, and would, teach my five-year-old daughter to play the piano, like the other nineteen students I taught.
Penny was ecstatic. She had begged for lessons.
The beginning was smooth and enjoyable, but as the lessons progressed and required more practice, tension spiraled.
“This is too hard. I can’t do it,” she cried.
My voice rose. “Didn’t you practice? You could do it if you practiced,” I never talked that way to the other students. Our voices escalated with each lesson.
“None of my students talk to ... (more)
Rattlesnake in the Outhouse
02 April 08 - 02:21
Like many Midwestern families in the early 1950s, we had a garden, a cow, a pen of chickens, a hog, and an out house. A couple of ladies from our church wall-papered their out house and one even hung a picture in it.
Ours was for convenience only. I assume daddy sandpapered the edges of the two oval holes carved in the wooden seat because I never got a splinter. Between the open seats was a Sears & Roebuck catalogue which served two purposes: entertainment and cleaning the residue. A torn sheet from the catalogue was ordinarily scrunched and vigorously maneuvered in opposite directions until the paper was soft. Only rich people bought toilet paper.
The mowed grass in the back yard, scorched brown by the August sun, gave way to underbrush. ... (more)
Naming Laura
02 April 08 - 02:20
“I want to be born! I want to be born! Please let me be born!” The tiny, compelling voice dancing in my head over the past few weeks became more frequent as though waiting for a response.
My husband and I had planned the perfect family – a boy and a girl – and we felt blessed when it happened. Five years later, I could not elude the dancing voice.
Eight and a half months into my pregnancy, my husband reminded me that the name I had selected (Travis) would not fit a girl. Back then we didn’t know the gender in advance.
Choosing a girl’s name was difficult and time was short. I didn’t like trendy names and I wanted this name to mean something. It came to me as I drove to work in Little Rock traffic. ... (more)
My Toothless Blind Date
02 April 08 - 02:18
I had all my teeth pulled when I was nineteen. The elderly Navy dentist’s fee was lowest, and I eagerly surrendered every rotten, throbbing cavity to his unsteady hands. Five teeth were extracted every two weeks during the summer of 1961. The ruthless seizure of my wisdom teeth concluded the nasty ordeal. The dentist said, “Come back in six weeks and I’ll take impressions for a new set of teeth.”
During the toothless period, my friend Judy asked me to double date with her and her boy friend. It would be a blind date and we would go to the rodeo. Of course, I said no. Who wants to date someone with no teeth? No way. Don’t even think about it.
But Judy persisted. She pestered me for two weeks, insisting that my barren mouth wouldn’t matter. I finally ... (more)
