Written by Judy Johnson
February 22, 2008
The sound of breathing is heard through all their nostrils - the same whether they have colored skin, white, are rich or poor, King or Queen, nobleman or servant, government officer or president, teacher or pupil, businessmen or businessswomen. No one can drawn a line between them for they breath the same air whether upper or middle or lower class. All are the same with no border drawn around each individual. Everyone shares the same air.
No one has special access to the use of the air. No one can get more air than someone else. Air is free to everybody on the earth. NO war is fought over what we have to breath. That is one thing that men and women will soon realize -- that no one has a special advantage over another one because everyone shares equally the same air we breath.
WE are absolutely dependent on the air we breath. If there was no oxygen on the earth, then we would all die. If there was no breath in us because there is no air, then we would return to the dust. We should be thankful that there is no chain, or cage or box to fight over to grab the air so we could keep the air just to ourselves - because air is invisible. We can have peace of mind to breath.
I love to breath fresh air after rain is over. The smell of the fresh scent of trees, grass, and flowers rises to brighten the day. Sometimes I' ve been surprised to smell the pine cones that are left hanging in the trees as they glitter with water drops when the sun shines on them. What a real blessing!
Edited by PB
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The Spiritual Food
Written by Judy Johnson
February 25, 2008
'Where do we get our energy from?', I asked my husband, Michael.
He swiftly replied, 'Candy'.
I laughed so hard, knowing my husband has a sweet tooth.
He added, 'And go to sleep early'. That is a good answer and pretty close.
Then, I asked our friend Jeremy the same question that I had just asked Michael.
Jeremy was in deep thought, and his mind was churning when he answered, 'Fresh air and food?'
'Exactly, close enough!' I exclaimed, 'The answer is food! Yes, we all need fresh air, but without eating something we would starve to death and not be able to walk around.'
I went on to say to Jeremy, 'You see the fruit in the big glass bowl on the table.
The fruit stays in the bowl on the table.
You will have to reach out to pick up the fruit from the bowl.
The fruit just stays in the bowl.
This fruit cannot walk toward you to creep up on your body and crawl into your mouth. That doesn't make sense.
You will have to reach for it, peel off the banana peel and bit into it, or cut up the apple to make a fruit salad.
That is what is called, 'reach out', 'pick up', 'preparing' then 'eat it'.
Now, I would I say almost the same to you again. This time I would like to apply it to the spiritual food. We need 'to reach out, to pick up, prepare, and then eat it.'
Jesus' flesh and blood is symbolic of spiritual food.
The Bible does not come to us and force spiritual food on us.
We would be dying without hope unless we reach out to get the spiritual food from Jesus.
We reach out to Jesus, we dig in the word of God, we talk to Him in prayer like we talk to our best friend, and we get to know Him.
The Bible is left on the table.
The Bible does not walk toward us to open itself to us.
The Bible does not throw itself at us to get our attention.
All we need to do is to pick the Bible up and open it.
We need to pray asking for the Holy Spirit to guide our minds as we read. The Holy Spirit will help us to understand better and help reduce the misunderstandings as we are reading the Bible. The Holy Spirit also helps to prevent Satan from twisting the words of God.
Then, read the Bible slowly to digest the words into our minds.
Jesus' words to 'Eat my flesh, and drink my blood' is symbolic of us eating the spiritual food. He wants to get us to know Him as our Saviour and as our best friend.
Edited by AMB
February 25, 2008
'Where do we get our energy from?', I asked my husband, Michael.
He swiftly replied, 'Candy'.
I laughed so hard, knowing my husband has a sweet tooth.
He added, 'And go to sleep early'. That is a good answer and pretty close.
Then, I asked our friend Jeremy the same question that I had just asked Michael.
Jeremy was in deep thought, and his mind was churning when he answered, 'Fresh air and food?'
'Exactly, close enough!' I exclaimed, 'The answer is food! Yes, we all need fresh air, but without eating something we would starve to death and not be able to walk around.'
I went on to say to Jeremy, 'You see the fruit in the big glass bowl on the table.
The fruit stays in the bowl on the table.
You will have to reach out to pick up the fruit from the bowl.
The fruit just stays in the bowl.
This fruit cannot walk toward you to creep up on your body and crawl into your mouth. That doesn't make sense.
You will have to reach for it, peel off the banana peel and bit into it, or cut up the apple to make a fruit salad.
That is what is called, 'reach out', 'pick up', 'preparing' then 'eat it'.
Now, I would I say almost the same to you again. This time I would like to apply it to the spiritual food. We need 'to reach out, to pick up, prepare, and then eat it.'
Jesus' flesh and blood is symbolic of spiritual food.
The Bible does not come to us and force spiritual food on us.
We would be dying without hope unless we reach out to get the spiritual food from Jesus.
We reach out to Jesus, we dig in the word of God, we talk to Him in prayer like we talk to our best friend, and we get to know Him.
The Bible is left on the table.
The Bible does not walk toward us to open itself to us.
The Bible does not throw itself at us to get our attention.
All we need to do is to pick the Bible up and open it.
We need to pray asking for the Holy Spirit to guide our minds as we read. The Holy Spirit will help us to understand better and help reduce the misunderstandings as we are reading the Bible. The Holy Spirit also helps to prevent Satan from twisting the words of God.
Then, read the Bible slowly to digest the words into our minds.
Jesus' words to 'Eat my flesh, and drink my blood' is symbolic of us eating the spiritual food. He wants to get us to know Him as our Saviour and as our best friend.
Edited by AMB
Monday, February 25, 2008
Where is My Favorite Place to Pray?
Written by Judy Johnson
February 18, 2008
Awhile ago I had a little survey on 'Where is your favorite place to pray?' It was our Deaf high day and we had a small deaf group at the fellowship. In answer to my survey I came across a very interesting story by Dan Pineda.
I will try to remember the story he told me.
'I was still a young man during that time in 95'. My friend that took ASL class invited me and my other few friends to go out and have fun rope swinging from the high branches of Douglas Fir trees. I drove along on highway 26 in my Chevy Blazer with my friends. Then we stopped at one of the parks in the forest. We had fun climbing to the top of the tree, and swinging the rope over the branch. Then we would jump and swing across to another tree with a hanging rope to grab on to and then swing to another tree. It was a lot of fun. We had to be carefully not to fall down because it was a risky sport.
When the day passed on into late afternoon, we folded up the ropes and went back to my car. I drove along at a normal speed up the hill. All of a sudden we came to a "sharp curve" that there are shadow where there's no sun make the black icy road to melt. That's where my Chevy Blazer couldn't stop at the sharp curve black icy road. There was hardly any time to stop. I sent a quick pray to God for protection as I stamped on the brakes. My car slid to a halt slightly half over the edge of the road. The right tire was spinning. All of my friends suddenly panicked. I tried to calm them, and told them if they panicked, then the car will go over the edge. They finally calmed down. With my instruction, each friend crawled out of my side window one by one as I sat silently in fear if I moved, my car and me would have tumbled to my death. At last, the last friend had crawled out, that left me sitting alone. I slowly crawled out of my left side window.
I breathed with relief that I got out alive and well. My friends stood around me as we all realized that a miracle just happening in front of our own eyes. I was puzzled how and why my car had stopped. Then, I went and take a look around my car. There, a tiny cute baby tree, maybe five inches tall in height had stopped my car from sliding over the edge and tumbling to our deaths. I couldn't believe my own eyes. We talked among ourselves, and we even took some pictures to prove it had happened. I had someone flag down a truck, and they tried to pull my car out. It took over an hour to finally pull out the car because the right tire blocked the way to get out until finally the tire was turned, then the car was pulled out safely. We drove home totally silent and so tired but happy to be back home alive.
"That is my story in answer to your survey question about, 'What is my favorite place to pray? ' Really my favorite place is anywhere even in my car. A miracle happened because of my prayer in my car."
Coming to the end of Dan Pineda's story brings goose pimples up my arms.
Edited by AMB
February 18, 2008
Awhile ago I had a little survey on 'Where is your favorite place to pray?' It was our Deaf high day and we had a small deaf group at the fellowship. In answer to my survey I came across a very interesting story by Dan Pineda.
I will try to remember the story he told me.
'I was still a young man during that time in 95'. My friend that took ASL class invited me and my other few friends to go out and have fun rope swinging from the high branches of Douglas Fir trees. I drove along on highway 26 in my Chevy Blazer with my friends. Then we stopped at one of the parks in the forest. We had fun climbing to the top of the tree, and swinging the rope over the branch. Then we would jump and swing across to another tree with a hanging rope to grab on to and then swing to another tree. It was a lot of fun. We had to be carefully not to fall down because it was a risky sport.
When the day passed on into late afternoon, we folded up the ropes and went back to my car. I drove along at a normal speed up the hill. All of a sudden we came to a "sharp curve" that there are shadow where there's no sun make the black icy road to melt. That's where my Chevy Blazer couldn't stop at the sharp curve black icy road. There was hardly any time to stop. I sent a quick pray to God for protection as I stamped on the brakes. My car slid to a halt slightly half over the edge of the road. The right tire was spinning. All of my friends suddenly panicked. I tried to calm them, and told them if they panicked, then the car will go over the edge. They finally calmed down. With my instruction, each friend crawled out of my side window one by one as I sat silently in fear if I moved, my car and me would have tumbled to my death. At last, the last friend had crawled out, that left me sitting alone. I slowly crawled out of my left side window.
I breathed with relief that I got out alive and well. My friends stood around me as we all realized that a miracle just happening in front of our own eyes. I was puzzled how and why my car had stopped. Then, I went and take a look around my car. There, a tiny cute baby tree, maybe five inches tall in height had stopped my car from sliding over the edge and tumbling to our deaths. I couldn't believe my own eyes. We talked among ourselves, and we even took some pictures to prove it had happened. I had someone flag down a truck, and they tried to pull my car out. It took over an hour to finally pull out the car because the right tire blocked the way to get out until finally the tire was turned, then the car was pulled out safely. We drove home totally silent and so tired but happy to be back home alive.
"That is my story in answer to your survey question about, 'What is my favorite place to pray? ' Really my favorite place is anywhere even in my car. A miracle happened because of my prayer in my car."
Coming to the end of Dan Pineda's story brings goose pimples up my arms.
Edited by AMB
I Took a Wrong Turn
Written by Judy Johnson
December 27, 2007
One time, one day in a bright October morning,
I drove my car with an elderly lady.
Exciting as I could be,
going to a deaf women's retreat in '07.
I was thinking I am heading in the right direction,
to a deaf women's retreat.
Two hours later, the forest in the mountains
have turned into the little hills as we drove by.
There is a small green sign came closer to me, and it reads,
'Cannon Beach'
I thought to myself,
'Cannon Beach? Can't it be?'
'Where is Lincoln City?'
Then I watched more closely,
another a small green sign come up closer.
It reads, says, 'Cannon Beach...8 miles'
'Oh no!!', I said to myself,
All a sudden, I slide to a stop by the road shoulder.
I grabbed a map and looked at it.
'Oh', it reads, 'Cannon Beach' right there
actually up north.
Oh dear...I have been going up north
instead of going south!
With a great 'gulp' it took me
another three hours to drive
down south to Lincoln City, Oregon!
However, on the trip I missed a turn
is truly a blessing.
It gave me more time to reflect
on the life I have with Jesus.
'Patience' is a word He is trying to teach me!
One time, one day in a bright October morning,
I drove my car with an elderly lady.
Exciting as I could be,
going to a deaf women's retreat in '07.
I was thinking I am heading in the right direction,
to a deaf women's retreat.
Two hours later, the forest in the mountains
have turned into the little hills as we drove by.
There is a small green sign came closer to me, and it reads,
'Cannon Beach'
I thought to myself,
'Cannon Beach? Can't it be?'
'Where is Lincoln City?'
Then I watched more closely,
another a small green sign come up closer.
It reads, says, 'Cannon Beach...8 miles'
'Oh no!!', I said to myself,
All a sudden, I slide to a stop by the road shoulder.
I grabbed a map and looked at it.
'Oh', it reads, 'Cannon Beach' right there
actually up north.
Oh dear...I have been going up north
instead of going south!
With a great 'gulp' it took me
another three hours to drive
down south to Lincoln City, Oregon!
However, on the trip I missed a turn
is truly a blessing.
It gave me more time to reflect
on the life I have with Jesus.
'Patience' is a word He is trying to teach me!
Edited by AMB
Wanna be 'Somebody's Hero'
Written by Judy Johnson
December 27, 2007
She dragging her feet out of cozy bed. Her body begging to stay in bed. Her hair tangled. Her eyebrows crooked. One button were missing on her pajamas.
As she went into bathroom her body suddenly felt weak. Not feeling enough energy. She finished flushing.
She went downstairs and she keep her face positive, and with a straight face.
She observed Mike putting shoes on in the dim living room. Wondering how he get all energy. She asked him how. He replied,'I am fine. Full of energy as always in the morning.'
She kept her cool. She went around making scrambled eggs. She puts out cereal and soymilk.
Judy puts a love note in Mike's lunch box. Putting a star on her forehead telling herself she's finally done!
Waving its 'Good bye' and 'I love you' sign to him through the glass door. Off Mike drove into Woodland. Watching his truck disappearing out of sight.
She went upstairs. Opened the cage. Six dogs jumped over each other as they went rushing out of the cage's gate. The dogs ran galloping down the stairs. Upon the front door, the dogs wagging their tails. Letting the dogs outside. Out they went pooping all over the yard.
One dog has mischievously ran over to the neighbor's. With her pajamas, tangled hair, and all, she walked over to fetch her dog. Little embarrassing.
After few minutes, other five dogs and puppies along with sixth dog went back inside. They rushed up the stairs to beside the bed and waiting for master come up beside the bed to pull them up onto the master bed. They lay asleep lazily under her blanket.
She went back to sleep. Her body stopped begging. Snoozing.
Time ticking...6...7...8 o'clock. Eight o'clock! Something abrupt her rudely awake. 'Oh no, not again!' she sighed.
Rushing to flick on the boys' bedroom light. They got up, in a second. Pulled on pants. Mother helped them put coat and backpack on. Shoo them ran off to school bus stop.
She signed. Her pajamas still on. Wear blue Columbia vest to cover herself up. Patted hair to put in its place. Checking her face reflection in the videophone screen before make a call.
She calls to make doctor appointment for children's routine check-up on 26th. Opps, making a mistake. Calls doctor again, to change to 17th. Rubbing its eyes, 'What is wrong with my eyes, huh?'
She gets into the shower. While she is in shower, been there five minutes in hot steam, next second, the water became cold. she prays for each of her child, Luke and Kirk. And, the greatest of all, the strength to continue.
Out she went. Drying. Feeling good, hot, and refreshed. Once again, she still feeling weak. She dragged herself. She push herself to do around the house chores. Vacuuming, dusting, putting dirty dishes into dishwasher.
When she checks the emails. Got carried away in answering one. Forgot to check on dryer machine because it did not run drying. She did not hear it. She pushed the button again!
As she went around her tasks, she stepped on puppies' poop. That left several footprints of poop all over.
As she went around her tasks, she stepped on puppies' poop. That left several footprints of poop all over.
She keep her cool. Knowing Mike would refuse to scrub poops if he finds out. She had to bend down to scrub these poops all off with the removal strain sprayer.
She finally sit down. Feeling the blood flowing through vessels in her body. She busy answering emails with her laptop on top of her lap. Answering the emails right away is important part for her. Respect her clients, and friends' wishes to get answered.
Oh dear, the time has flew by! Dropped everything, She started cooking the dinner.
One by one, her boys showed up from the school bus. They sneak up behind her and plant a kiss or a hug. Her face lighted up with the smile.
From the time to time, she try hid the silence pain pinchs at her lower left body. Sometimes she groaned, try to hide the pain.
She known her hidden secret, 'anemia' Taking its 'iron pills'. Also another hidden unknown pain lower pinch. She still waiting for her surgery schedule.
As she stood in the kitchen, she felt a big hand reached down around her body. Hot breath rushing down her neck. Neck became wet. Lots of wet kisses. Down the neck. Up the cheek, all over. She has to wipe off wet from her face.
She look up and smile at her giggling face of Mike. He is finally home!
She served the dinner. Kids helped cleaned up the kitchen putting away the leftovers.
She rests. Like a queen.
Night drawn. Clock beckoning kids to bed. Mike went upstairs to sleep. She was alone. In her depth thoughts. Writing down the poem called, 'Wanna Somebody's Hero'. To enourage others that they are somebody's hero.
Yeah, you are somebody's hero. Without you, mothers, no clean clothes, no food cooking, no love notes, no doctor appointment scheduled are made, even no clean house. Mothers sacrficing their time without being paid for doing it. Out of their love and out of my love, doing it for you.
We are somebody's HERO!
Edited by AMD
God Invented Something Without A Knob
Written by Judy Johnson
January 7, 2008
God invented many things that He has full control over.
He is the great designer.
B-u-t God has no control
over ONE thing that He has invented.
He invented you.
He invented your heart
with no outdoor knob.
He designed your heart like a door
Without an outside knob
Your heart with only an inside knob.
There is only one way that God has access
To the inside of your heart and your life.
All He can do is to knock, and wait at your heart's door.
He waits for you to invite Him to come inside your life.
He is indeed the most GENTLEMANLY God.
He is not like other gods of the world
But He is God of all gods and Lord of all lords.
He cannot force Himself on you.
Because He really loves you so much.
He respects your privacy.
That is why He invented your heart without an outside door knob.
You may have experienced being locked out of car or house with your keys inside.
But you have a backup, you call a locksmith, or someone with spare keys to come help you.
B-u-t, with God it is different.
He does not have a back up plan when He is locked out of your heart.
He does not have a locksmith He can call.
All He can do is wait patiently for you to get around
to realize that He is still there waiting for you.
God is such a gentleman, much better than humans.
He does not give up on you that easily.
He is your real friend.
His invitation is always there each day
Will you let me come into your heart?
Please don't make Him wait outside.
Edited by AMD
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