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Drugs & Subs: Prescription Vs Subscription

September 13, 2018 by Ellen 2 Comments

This whole retirement thing has got me pondering on the beginnings of my career.   I ended up right where I dreamed of being when I was a young college graduate: working for a prestigious company, in a prestigious job, with wonderful people that I love. It’s been a long run, and I’m glad it’s over, but I have so many great memories!

For instance, there was that time at my first job after college, that I learned the fine legalities of classified advertising. It went like this:

“Good morning, Simpson County News!”

“Yessum, I wanna know if I cud put a ad in the paper that sez this: ‘Who ever’s horse that wandered on my propity at 123 Horse Wandering Lane, if you don’t come git it by next week, I’ll consider it mine.’ Can I do that?”

“Hold on one minute, sir, I’ll check with our legal department.” Who also happened to be the Editor, Publisher, Chief News Correspondent, et al.

When asked, the legal department said “NO, of course he can’t do that!”

“Um, sir? Our legal department advises against this, as you have no legal right to keep someone else’s horse, even if it is on your property.”

Then, there was the lesson on the nuances of prescription versus subscription:   

“Yeah, I’d like ta refill my perscription.”

“Sir, this is the newspaper, not Mcguffey Drugs.”

“Yup, I know. My perscription’s perspired.”

“Oh. Um, ok. What’s the name on the account?” 

I can’t tell you how many times I laughed and said “Hey, can I refill my perscription? It’s sweating!! Oh, wait, let’s refill it after I get back from the drug store. I have a subscription that needs to be renewed!”

Until one day, as a new bride, in a new, large, metropolitan city, in a new state, at a new pharmacy, trying to get medication I NEEDED, I blurted this (In my best highfalutin “I’m a grown up now, I may be new here, but I know what I’m doing” voice):

“I’d like to renew my subscription…”

Yep, I had made fun of good, down to earth folks, and it came back to bite me on the behind. Course, I guess I had been a horses patooty.

Some people would call that karma. Me? I’d call it a much needed lesson in humility, directly from God Himself. He’s good like that, you know?

“Therefore, God’s chosen ones, holy and loved, put on heartfelt compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience” Colossians 3:12 (HCSB)

“Always be humble and gentle…” Ephesians 4:2a (NLT)

Father, forgive me when I am puffed up and full of myself. Open my eyes to see others as You see them: loved, valued and created in Your image. In Jesus name, Amen

Grace be with you,

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Young Love

May 25, 2018 by Ellen 8 Comments

Twenty-two years! May 25 marks twenty-two years that John and I have been married! WOO HOO! It seems like just yesterday we were planning the festivities – if nothing went wrong, that is!

A couple of weeks before our wedding, I was called for jury duty. When asked if I had a problem being in court the week of May 25, 1996, I informed judge, jury and counsel alike that I would most assuredly NOT be able to be in court! I was getting married and would be on my honeymoon! Whew, they tossed me out pretty quickly, praise God.

A week before the wedding, I came down with a horrible head cold. I felt rotten and there was so much to be done! John tried to console me, but I promptly burt into pre-wedding tears. And yet, he still agreed to marry me!

By and large, most of our planning went into the reception. We wanted to cater the event ourselves, having friends and family bring certain foods. One couple offered to carve a watermelon for a fruit bowl! How generous! Another couple offered to make meatballs. We were so very blessed. But we needed a place to host all this.

 There was a new restaurant open downtown, in one of the quaint historic buildings. One side was the restaurant area, and the other side  was rented out for events and receptions. 

John and I looked forward to a quiet dinner there one night, so we could check the place out. We admired all the beautiful, historic woodwork and architectural elements of the building. We talked about where the dance floor would be, and where we could put all the food. Our waitress heard us planning, and came over to offer assistance.

“Awww, are y’all planning a wedding?”

Proud as peacocks, with grins from ear to ear we answered, “Why, yes we are!”

And then, this: 

“Is it your daughter getting married?”

We deflated faster than a balloon with an arrow through it. Ouch! That hurt! We may have been older than most, but we felt like young love birds!

Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young. – Benjamin Franklin.

The Lord has certainly been gracious to us over all these years. His faithful love carries us and sustains us for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.  For that we are thankful. 

“I will be your God throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” Isaiah 46:4 NLT

Grace be with you,

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