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Each Day Is New-Where is the Father?

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Posted on:  yellow6347.wordpress.com  by Brenda Hudson

I love to sit on the balcony at the beach and take in all the action.  We are always looking for a sharks, dolphins and sailboats.  I love to watch

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people try to put up their canopy and a big whisk of wind catch it.  I suppose that is funny to me, but not them.

One particular day I was sitting on the balcony and noticed a little boy around two years old who seemed to be by himself.  I didn’t see any adults near him.  He had on his little inner tube and began walking out past the row of umbrellas.  I though “where are the parents?  Is anyone watching this kid?”  Step after step he was heading past the umbrellas and down toward the ocean.  I was really getting worried.  He is now at the edge of the water.  Danger is near.

I spot a young man with two other children and he hold up his arms and the little boy takes his hand.  HE IS THE FATHER.  The father knew where is son was all the time.  The little boy was safe and his father really was watching out for him.

This is just like our Heavenly Father.  Sometimes it seems we are all alone and no one is looking after us.  Our Heavenly Father has us in His sites and He has went down the path before us.  We are safe and He knows our every movement.  What a comforting thought.

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Each Day Is New- The Lady In Red

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My aunt Marcella passed away a couple of days ago.  We visited the funeral home today and paid our honor to she and her family.  As I neared the coffin I could see her wishes had been carried out.  My 88-year-old aunt always loved the color red and wore it all the time.  Today was no exception.  Marcella had beautiful red flowers on her casket and she was dressed in a red suit and red loop earrings.

I spent many summers visiting with Marcella’s family.  Her daughter, Joyce and I would spend the day playing in the town of St. Albans.  Aunt Marcella was a professional seamstress and she could make anything.  Joyce always had the most beautiful doll cloths and I sort of felt a little jealous.  Her mom would have left over material and it would turn into a doll dress, doll coats and hats.

Marcella was my mother’s oldest sister and they were very close.  Marcella and Joyce would come and stay a week with us when we lived in a coal camp in Mammoth, WV. One day Joyce and I decided to play beauty shop.  I was about six and Joyce was five….when we became beauticians.  I was bossy even then.  I talked Joyce into letting me cut her hair and assured her I would be careful.  I decided she needed it cut SHORT.  Clip, clip, snip all on one side of her head and then….OUR MOTHER’S CAME OUT ON THE PORCH where I was cutting.  I thought they were going to faint and we were two scared little girls.

Through the years Marcella’s signature color was always red.  I wonder if the Red Hat Society got their idea from her?

I will always cherish my childhood memories at Aunt Marcella’s house.  She had a parakeet that laid eggs, a bathtub on claw feet, a wardrobe with lots of hats, a really fast sewing machine, crisp bacon and lots of patience to tolerate two giggling little girls.  We would always attend Grace Baptist Temple on Sunday and come home to a Sunday Dinner.

The Lady in Red had lived her many years and brought joy to others.  God called her home and I believe she may even get a red robe in heaven.

Each Day Is New- A New Look at Labor Day

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It is Labor Day week-end and a time for picnic’s, family gatherings and getting in the last vacation day’s before the end of summer. 

Are we really thankful for our job’s or do we just complain each day?  It is time for me to take a new look  at myself this Labor Day and count my blessings.

Our worship service was really fun this morning and we learned a lot about each other.  Each person was asked to wear their work clothes or something that was symbolic of their job.  My job revolves around the yellow pages print, online advertising and direct mail.  Idearc gave us some promotional material and I wore my SuperGuarantee yellow cape.  The people in the medical field wore their scrubs and told a little about their job.  We have mechanics, students, teachers, lab techs, farmers, and too many more to mention.  It was fun learning more about the people we worship with each week.

Basil Hudson, the pastor (and my husband) reminded us we need to be as prepared for our spiritual work as we are to our daily jobs.  There are many ministries within the church and workers are welcome.  We need to be more than “sponge Christians” that just soak up and never give back with our talents.  Many churches are full , but the workers are few.

Finding balance between job, family and God is essential in my life.  I want to evaluate my life and set new goals.  Labor Day has helped bring this need to my attention.

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I want to walk my talk.

Each Day Is New-Where is the Father?

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Posted on:  yellow6347.wordpress.com  by Brenda Hudson

I love to sit on the balcony at the beach and take in all the action.  We are always looking for a sharks, dolphins and sailboats.  I love to watch

View From The Top

people try to put up their canopy and a big whisk of wind catch it.  I suppose that is funny to me, but not them.

One particular day I was sitting on the balcony and noticed a little boy around two years old who seemed to be by himself.  I didn’t see any adults near him.  He had on his little inner tube and began walking out past the row of umbrellas.  I though “where are the parents?  Is anyone watching this kid?”  Step after step he was heading past the umbrellas and down toward the ocean.  I was really getting worried.  He is now at the edge of the water.  Danger is near.

I spot a young man with two other children and he hold up his arms and the little boy takes his hand.  HE IS THE FATHER.  The father knew where is son was all the time.  The little boy was safe and his father really was watching out for him.

This is just like our Heavenly Father.  Sometimes it seems we are all alone and no one is looking after us.  Our Heavenly Father has us in His sites and He has went down the path before us.  We are safe and He knows our every movement.  What a comforting thought.

Each Day Is New- WV..My Home Sweet Home

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I can’t compare living in WV to another state.  I was born in WV and I have lived here all my life.  My ancestors before me chose rural Lincoln County and my legacy began.

My mother’s maiden name was McClure and our ancestors originated from Ireland.  The first McClure in our line was Richard McClure and he arrived in Culpeper, VA in 1700.  Other McClure’s in the clan soon arrived in Culpeper and headed out to claim their own farms.  These people were wild, brave and adventuresome.

It just blows my mind to realize that the McClure clan traveled by wagon (there were no car’s and few roads) from Culpeper to Yawkey, WV.  This is a long trip, even by car. 

Over a hundred or more years later their legacy lives on in the families that still lives, works and plays in WV.  We have kept our roots in a state of which we are proud.  Yes, we are unique.  We talk different than someone from Illinois, but we shouldn’t apologize.  Our speech is who we are and from where we live.  As West Virginian’s, we have built our homes here, spent our lives in the workforce, established our places of worship and voted for the political figures that lead the state. 

Stand up and be counted as a proud West Virginian.  Pass on your heritage and the great stories of our ancestors to your children and grandchildren.  Pull out those old family pictures and tell the children how their ancestors arrived in West Virginia and how they survived hard times. 

My Home Sweet Home

Each Day Is New-

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 Hudson FamilyWe have been going through an old trunk and sorting out some family pictures.  The old trunk is full of pictures of those we loved and adored.  Basil and I would pull out some pictures and remember the event or laugh at the fashions. 

I found this picture of my husbands family.  This is the Clinton D. Hudson and Eufa Hudson family of South Charleston, WV.  (left to right children) David, Paul, Ester, Naomi on dad’s lap, Basil on mom’s lap, Annabelle standing and Carter.  A few years later Rachel and Sharon would be added to this family.

This family lived on the Middle Fork of Davis Creek most of their lives.  Paw-Paw Hudson worked at Carbide Chemicals and spent long hours to provide for his family.  Of course, Maw-maw was a stay at home mom until later in her life. 

I wonder how people were able to take care of laundry for such big families.  Most everyone at that time washed clothes by hand or by a wringer washer.   Many country people even had to carry their wash water…..and we think we have it hard.  Can you imagine feeding nine children?

The Hudson family in general were always noted for their musical and singing abilities.  Even to this day, many of these children are play the piano, lead the church choir and sing solo and in groups. 

I married Basil 48 years ago and I became a member of a wonderful family.  I am glad that his parents were Christian examples and taught him to love God. 

I wonder if anyone will find an old picture of us in 30 years and laugh at our silly fashions?  Will our current mode of living not be understood by our grandchildren?  Oh no, what if all our pictures are on a disk and so outdated that non of the new tech can open them?  I had better go to CVS tomorrow and have all the pictures on the disks printed.

Each Day Is New–Where Did Time Go?

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I looked at my Blog Stats and my blog has a reading of someone who’s heart is barely beating.  Perhaps I need to be shocked back into writing daily. 

It was only yesterday that I was a little girl with dreams of being a teen.  Almost 47 years ago I was married to the love of my life and over the years we had two wonderful children.  Finally, four wonderful grandchildren that are “the most special in the world”. 

I have always thrived in business management and ownership and thought I would never want to quit.  I began by scaling back and not working on Friday and now 24 hours a week as owner/consultant.  I LOVE IT! My two other business partners are very capable of handling most situations and can depend on me for consulting and helping them.

Basil’s job as pastor and mine in business have prevented us spending the time together that we desired.  I will never look back and wish I would have spent more hours at the office, but I may wish I had more family time.  Only working 24 hours or so a week is opening up doors to help others.  I love visiting the sick and elderly with Basil.  I seem to go to lift them up and I am the one that leaves feeling better.

Basil was not obligated to our church this morning and he accepted an invitation to be the speaker at The Community Church in Lincoln Co.  This was a wonderful time of seeing children we knew who are now married and have children of their own.  It brought back so many good memories to see the McClure Family sing during the devotion.  I thought Basil’s message on “Enjoy the Journey” was very touching and well accepted.

We arrived at the church a little early so we drove on through Yawkey, WV.  We lived in Yawkey for 17 years and moved from there in 1982.  Many of the older houses, including my parent’s home are still there.  As we drove, my memories triggered wonderful thoughts of my life when we were younger. 

 Where did the time go?

Each Day Is New-It’s My Blog and I Will Whine If I Want To!

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I know I am always searching for the truth and the right way to get there.  Our life journey can take us down many different roads and the detours seem to take us miles past our goals.  That is life!

I have sincerely been asking God to grant me wisdom to deal with life situations that we face from day to day.  Today has been very trying.  We can see things that we have worked on for a lifetime crumble with a word spoken by others.   I don’t like days like this and I have to wonder how it is playing into the wonderful plan in my life.  I feel like whining and blogging is the next best place to vent.

This afternoon I began thinking of the scripture in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. 

To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under the sun.

A time to be born and a time to die;

a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to kill and a time to heal…

a time to weep and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn and a time to dance…

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to lose and a time to seek;

a time to rend and a time to sew;

a time to keep silent and a time to speak;

a time to love and a time to hate;

a time for war and a time for peace.

So, today I don’t have to have all the answers, I don’t have to be strong and I can cry if I want.  Even God, in all His Glory thinks it is okay to take time to vent yourself, cry if you need to cry and even be silent.  Take the time to heal your emotions and renew your spirit.  We will then have a time to laugh, a time plan and a time to exit. 

God please grant me the wisdom to use all the knowledge I possess.

 

Each Day Is New–Restoring Antiques

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I have always loved the vintage look of antique furniture. It is a blessing to love antiques when you can’t afford to buy brand new furniture.   The craftsmanship and how old antiques are put together is unique.

I look at old furniture and it opens up my thoughts as to who owned this fine or not so fine pieced of furniture?  Wonder who sat in this chair or who held this rolling pin?   How did this piece of furniture end up in a resale shop all scratched and dented?

Some pieces of furniture started out without a scratch and were treated with up most care.  The owner made sure to keep the piece dusted and it was the centerpiece of the room.  Over time, respect was lost for this fine piece and it got stained and scratched and the newness was gone.

Sometimes we are like an old antique that lost the grand shine and are no longer the centerpiece for others to admire.  Our outer shell can become stained with carelessness on our part and the abuse of others.  We look at ourself and we think there is no hope and we might as well give up.

The old antique is rescued from the junk yard by someone that sees the potential and can see the possibilities for the future.  Just as old antique furniture can be restored, so can you and I.  The woodworker takes out the cloth and rubs on the liquid that will remove all the dents, scratches and stains that have accumulated over the years.  His sandpaper will smooth out the rough spots and a new finish will be applied.  This old antique will have a new place in life and will once again be a joy to itself and others.

This same application can be applied by God to our sin stained lives that have gotten burdened and stained over the years.  God is ready when we are ready to take off the old sin stained shell and replace it with a brand new life.  All you have to do is ask Him to forgive you and your life will be like the antique that has a new finish and will have a useful place in life.

The process to restore our antique life can be found in John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life”.  Are you ready to be restored?

Each Day Is New–Reading the Beginning

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Some of the most interesting post on this blog begin with some of the earlier post.  I would like to suggest that you go back and read through some of stories about country life, life in a WV Coal Camp and many stories about grandparents.

I will be picking up on some new stories that happened in the ’60’s in the next few days.  In the meantime, look back and read some of the earlier posts.

I really invite you to leave comments.  It is nice to know if any of your writing touchs anyone else.