Saturday Silly – September 14, 2019

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The husband woke up with a start as his wife poked him in the ribs, almost shouting, “Honey, it’s time; the baby’s coming.”  As soon as he was dressed, and the “delivery day,” suitcase was in the car, along with mommy and baby, they headed for the hospital.  How exciting!

About 3 1/2 hours later, the labor pains increased in intensity.  Mommy was already tired of this ordeal.  “Oh, I wish this baby would hurry up and get here already,” she said. “Where’s your faith,” asked Daddy.  “Hang in there, Honey; God’s got perfect timing,” he said.  She gritted her teeth, moaned, and squeezed Daddy’s hand as hard as she could when the next pain came..  “Ouch,” exclaimed Daddy.  “Do you have to squeeze that hard?”  Mommy wasn’t impressed with Daddy’s attitude.  You promised you’d be here for me, Honey,” Mommy said. “Remember, we’re in this together.”  “I know, I know,” said Daddy.  “I just need a little break.  Think I’ll go get some coffee, if you don’t mind.”   Then Daddy realized that he’d forgotten his wallet.  “Honey, do you have any cash on you?  I forgot my wallet in the rush to get here,” said Daddy.   Mommy, still a little miffed, and very much in pain, replied, “Silver and gold have I none, but what I do have, in Jesus’ Name, I give to you.”  Daddy doubled over instantly, and dropped to his knees, clutching his tummy.  There he was, in pain as that stomach flu hit him and caused those awful cramps.  Daddy woke up from his dream with a start.  He looked at Mommy, who was sound asleep and smiling.  “Lord,” Daddy prayed, “please don’t let me forget my wallet when it’s time…and please help me be a good helper in the delivery room.”   LOL

Today’s message from God Calling – A.J. Russell, is about when faith fails.  It’s a good one, and I hope you’ll check it out at twolisteners.org.  When I read it, I thought of Peter trying to walk on the water…and later, healing a crippled man with those very words: Silver and gold have I none, but what I do have, in Jesus’ Name, I give to you.  That inspired this little story.  I wish I’d thought of that when I was having my babies…I’m kidding, their dad was awesome in the delivery room.

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Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, September, 13, 2019, 10:57 a.m.

Saturday Silly – August 16, 2019

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I was doing some reminiscing about Montana the other day.  I had been checking out the Wolf and Bear Center up by Yellowstone Park.  I love the wildlife and wide open spaces in Montana.  One of my loves as a teenager there was a Native American boy.  I loved his sense of humor most.  Most Montanans have a pretty good sense of humor…and they love to tell those “Big as the Big Sky” stories.  

One beautiful Saturday morning, He and I headed out to a little butte just outside of the reservation.  His grandma and grandpa lived on the reservation.  We were going to spend the morning exploring, and then have a nice picnic lunch.  After lunch, he said he’d promised to send a smoke signal message to his grandpa, at home.  He built a fire, took a blanket out of the back of the truck, and sent some smoke signals up.  Then he asked me if I would like to learn some smoke signals!  “Won’t that be fun,” he asked.  I thought that was awesome.  I thought anything he did was awesome.  He gave me the blanket, and said, “Okay, you’re going to signal the word, “butte.”  Then Grandpa will know where we’re at.”  Then he said, “Just kind of swoop it down, and sweep it slowly over the fire. That’s “butte.”  I did as he told me to.  He said, “Hmm, I don’t think you got it quite right, honey.  You swept too fast. Try again.”  Again, I swooped and swept-slowly, of course.  “No,” said he.  “This time, swoop just a little bit slower.  But the sweep was good there.”  Again, I swooped-slowly, and swept.  Right about that time, we heard sirens.  Up the hill came this little fire engine.  I thought, “Oh no, we’re in trouble for having a fire up here.”  The fire truck stopped and a couple of Native American firemen got out.  “What’s the trouble,”  one asked?  “there’s no trouble”, I said.  “I was just learning smoke signals. I signaled “butte” to tell my boyfriend’s grandpa where we’re at.”  “No,” said the fireman.  “You signaled, “My butt’s on fire!”  Some of those Native American boys are real pranksters!  Those firemen were his cousins.  I used to be soooo gullible!  That was my “Big as the Big Sky” story.

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Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, August 16, 2019, 1:35 p.m.