Friday, December 9, 2011

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Monday, August 8, 2011

An-tic-i-pa-tion!

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His mouth began to open just a little. His hand began to rise, carrying the ice cream cone he was eating on this hot summer day.

Grampa, after Grandma died, would come out from New York State and visit us in Arkansas for about a month. It usually happened in the summer when Mom and Dad’s plans were to go to New York for a visit, so that he could ride back with them,

Grampa was a dear old man. And I loved him very much. But there were times he could just be downright annoying! That was because he liked to tease. I decided in later years, long after he was gone, that he must have done that because he really didn’t know what else to do to interact with his grandkids. They were mostly girls but also some grandsons. Besides he was not a ball-tossing kind of Grampa. He farmed and he watched TV. And teased!

He liked to tease in a variety of ways, but he had his favorites. This was one of them. He would sneak up behind you and *getcha* in the ribs. Now I wasn’t really ticklish. But the suddenness would always make me jump and/or scream. So what does that do? Just encourage him to do it some more!!! Or he’d bump my elbow, always on accident of course, just as I, or anyone was about to put some food in his or her mouth!

It was his little game and way of showing how much he really loved us kids. Well! When I got older I decided that I was going to show him how much I loved him, too. So the game was on. I’d do to him things that he would do to me. But on this day, I got him good!!!

I have no idea where we were all headed. But that doesn't really matter. Mom and Dad were in the front seat of the car. Grampa and I were in the back. I sat behind Dad who was driving, and Grampa sat behind Mom.

He was always ready to eat ice cream, day or night, rain or shine, full or hungry. In later years, sometimes that was the only thing that Mom could get him to eat. He loved his ice cream.

I made a plan and set it into motion. We were all busy licking our cones, lapping up the cool, delicious summer treat. It was get-back time and I was going to score with this one!!!

His hand got a little higher. I knew I had to time it just right. His mouth opened wider. It was like slow motion on TV. The cone was rising through the air.

I watched Grampa out of the corner of my eye as he prepared to take another lick of the luscious cone. I scooted back in my seat to I would have my balance just right and my right arm free to move. His hand was getting still higher yet.

I had to act very innocent as if I was continuing to eat my cone as well. His cone moved closer, and closer, ...and closer. I took another lick of mine.

His mouth was fully open, poised to close down on that delicious cool delight. I shifted. I loosened my arm.

I knew I would have to have my palm facing forward and the back of my hand toward his mouth if this plan was to work. I also had to time it just right!

He was closing in, I could see the look of expectation on his face!

With the snap of a frog's tongue, I shot my arm over! Bull's Eye! The ice cream scoop plowed right into the palm of my hand. His mouth came down on - NOTHING! The look of shock flew across his face!

'What happened to my ice cream cone?' The look on his face said it all! It was perfect!

The unfortunate scoop landed in his lap, the cone still in his hand. That was an unexpected bonus! Of course I never gave it a thought what it might do to his clothes. I was too busy cracking up laughing, and licking off my hand.

I got him goooooooooood! The look of chagrin on his face said I had scored!!! Suzanne 1, Grampa 0. He knew exactly why I had done that. It was get-back time and I won!!!

Course now, I had to be on the look out for he would be planning next to get even with me! But I didn't care, and neither did he, really. On this day, the grandkid won!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Learning to spell

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I probably should look in my archive of posts to see if I've told this before, but I'm lazy. So if I have, maybe someone new will get a laugh out of this.

When your kids are little do you ever "spell over their heads" something you want to communicate without them knowing what you are saying??? My mother used to do this all the time when I was little. But one day she gave up. We were living in a trailer (they weren't called "mobile homes" back then). We had finished our meal and my mother wanted to ask my dad if he wanted something she had made. "Ira, would you like some j-e-l-l-o?" she said. Well, there are some words that sounds just about the same as how they are spelled. So I figured that one out. (I was about 5.) I quickly answered and said with delight, "I want some jello!!!" She never spelled again.

Fast forward a generation. Our oldest daughter was about 5 years old, my husband and I were living in a mobile home (no kidding!). We had been to VBS in the morning and had come home to eat lunch. I wanted CG to eat her "sonch" (as she called a sandwich) without being distracted with what I saw out the window. I said to my husband, "I see a c-a-t" and motioned with my eyes, to look out the window. This time CG didn't catch on to what I said, but neither could my husband. "ick-a-cat?" he said with a puzzled look on his face. I finally had to tell him 'cat' which he turned to see. CG was never fazed and finished her sonch. He never did let me forget that one!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

CAN'T GET TO HEAVEN IN A ROCKIN’ CHAIR

(I tho't I had posted this but couldn't find it. So I'm posting it today. Hope you get a kick out of it.)

Chorus
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a rockin' chair
If you're a rockin' you're not gettin' there.
If you're rockin' you're not goin' where?
You can't get to heaven in a rockin' chair.
Rockin’, Rockin’ Rockin’.

Verse1
If you want to live in heaven up there
Get on your knees and say a little prayer
Confess all your sin or you’re not gettin’ where?
You can't get to heaven in a rockin' chair

When you're burdened down with worry and care
Go to the cross for Jesus is there
Get readin' His Word and sayin' a prayer
Cuz, you can't get to heaven in a rockin' chair.

Verse2
Rockin' back and forth just gets nowhere
You're wasting your time you’re not gettin' there.
You gotta get up if you wanna go where?
You can't get to heaven in a rockin' chair.

Tell all your friends that Jesus cares
They can't go to heaven in their rockin chairs
Tell 'em Jesus is the only way up there.
They can't get to heaven in their rockin' chairs.

2009, Suzanne Guinn

Sunday, January 9, 2011

When I arrive in heaven...

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When I arrive in heaven on Jordan’s golden shore
I’ll sing with sweet abandon praising God for evermore
I’ll bow my knees to Jesus and kiss my mother’s face
I’ll lie down with the lions and sing Amazing Grace

I’ll walk along with loved ones and sit at Jesus’ feet,
Forsaking all my sorrow for fellowship so sweet.
I’ll sit beside King David as music fills the air.
I’ll play with my dear brother, who’s waiting over there.

I’ll visit with Ole Peter or mingle with the saints.
I’ll walk the streets of Salem and work with no complaints
I’ll wash in heaven’s fountain, run fingers through the sand,
Climb every single mountain, and march in heaven’s band.

When I arrive in heaven, so happy I will be
For now I’ll live with Jesus and be forever free.
My soul will sing forever, rejoicing I will be
For now I’ll live with Jesus and be forever free.

Suzanne Guinn
January 9, 2011

Monday, January 3, 2011

Lost Dog



A few weeks ago our elderly dog got out through the garage and we did not know it till later when we discovered him missing. He is nearly blind, and deaf as well as diabetic. We, naturally, were quite concerned and upset. Fortunately he was found the next morning. But the experience taught me several spiritual lessons:

1. I, as a sinner, am lost, blind and deaf to God's call.
2. I was disobedient and wandered away.
3. I could not find my way home.
4. I was cold and hungry.
5. I would have died if my Father/Master had not found me.
6. He left His home to search for me.
7. He kept looking for me, long into the night.
8. He kept looking till He found me.
9. He put out the word/message letting people know he was looking for me.
10. Through the help of others, He found me and I was rejoined with my Father. (God uses people to spread His word and bring others to Him.)
11. There was great joy in the reunion.
12. I was 'starving' when He found me; he filled me with wonderful food and water.
13. He took me home and cleaned me up.
14. I was hurt and He helped me get well, again.
14. He loves me and carried me home, even though I was disobedient and wandered away.
15. Once I returned home, I could rest in peace, and safety and sleep, sleep, sleep.