Divine Lunacy Has an Antidote

I almost forgot. My nephew and niece were at their other granparents' house this last week, running and frolicking in the front yard. My niece was running toward the house, looked back over her shoulder, and when she faced forward, ran smack-dab into a pillar. She cut her forehead and developed quite a goose-egg. They took her to the emergency room and the doc decided he wanted to to a CAT scan. When they told my niece, she asked if they would find kitties in there. Later, she was talking to my mom and the phone. My mom said, "So, you had a CAT scan." To which Harmony replied, "Yes. And they didn't find any kitties." When I talked to her Friday night, I said, "So, they didn't find any kitties in your CAT scan." And she said, rather disappointedly, "No, they didn't." Children are so literal. It makes life interesting, doesn't it? Ok. I'm really going to bed this time. Good night. Viscountess Babbles On

Divine Lunacy Becomes Me...

'Tis the witching hour, my pets, and I am tired to the bone. What a week I had and it was only four days long! It is amazing what happens when three people leave and only two are left to do all that work. And when there are things that had to wait for a program that was being updated and backed up, well, things can get a little hairy. Add to that mix a chipped ankle bone and it gets really interesting. At one point, my supervisor was telling me something else I needed to do and I began to feel a sharp pain in my forehead, just over my left eye brow. Some invisible imp with an equally invisible ice pick...by the way, I'm not the one with the chipped ankle bone. That would be my co-worker, Judy, of whom I have great admiration. This woman has a spring in her butt. When a customer comes to the counter, she is up before you can say "SPROING!" The inflatable gibney boot has not slowed her down one bit. And they keep saying this ain't nothing. Wait until the 24th. That is when everyone that is getting laid off, will be laid off. I am sad. Too many good people will be without jobs and that just isn't right. But it is what it is. The economy is bad. Not only are people not building, but there are those that are trying to abandon their projects! Well, I think I am sufficiently sleepy enough to go to bed. If you have a job, thank the good Lord in Heaven. All the things that I have, I have by the Grace of my loving Abba. I just lift up those that will be out of work to Him and ask for His help on their behalf. That's it. Stick a fork in me, I am done. Sweet, unstressed dreams! Viscountess Babbles On Ps. Coconut Boy is back...LOL

Divine Lunacy is Pooped

Good evening, my darlings! Long time, no write. Sorry. Been a very busy lady. And it shows no signs of slowing. But come on in. I have a few minutes before I wander down the hall and collapse on my nice, comfortable bed. Last week, three (count them, THREE) of my co-workers moved on to other jobs in the County. With the lay-offs looming closer and closer, I am happy for them. I'm relatively safe (at least for this go-round)because of my seniority, but at least one of them would have been axed. The funny thing is, they all went to the justice courts and once they accepted the positions were told they would need to start today. No two week notice, just boom-gone. Like I said, I am happy for them. And they should have some job security. One thing there will always be plenty of (in this world, at least): litigation, crimes, and children's legal issues. That is the bittersweet good news. Now for the not so good news. I am left with one person that is absolutely worth her weight in gold (and I praise the Lord for her) and one that the jury is still out on. I'm supposed to train the second one. The first one already knows the job. Unfortunately, the second one likes to say, "Well, when I worked for...", which does not get the job done. This morning, when I prayed, I asked God to help me keep my temper and that if I started to open my mouth to say something sarcastic or worse, to put His hand over my mouth and keep me from uttering a sound until the urge passes. Hmmmmm....this could turn out to be interesting, after all. Today was rough, though. First day with out the other ladies and I miss them. My golden girl had fractured her ankle last Friday and had to leave early for a Dr's appointment, so I was left with the untrained. Translation: I was waiting on all the customers. I am dog tired. I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and (luckily for me) because of financial difficulties, I've been told that the light is not a train. That's not to say it isn't a bus, but I will take my chances and walk toward the light... What is that old saying? That which does not kill us will only make us stronger. And my personal favorite: I know God will never test us beyond what we can stand. I just wish he didn't trust me so much. (You're smiling, aren't you...) Well, I must sign off for now. Good night, my pets. Sweet, stress-free dreams. Viscountess Babbles On

Divine Lunacy Rests Up

Good evening, my cherubs. Happy Sabbath! We have made it through another week and that means only one thing! We are one week closer to Home. When I say Home, I mean our Heavenly Home. I'm so excited that I can hardly sit still. I am looking forward to the day that we take the ride of a lifetime with our Savior. I received an e-mail yesterday that had pictures of galaxies taken by the Hubble satelite. Can you imagine? When we take that amazing trip we will see these galaxies up close! WOW!!! I like to contemplate what it will be like in Heaven. Now, I know that a lot of people have the idea that we will be sitting on our very own cloud and strumming our very own harp for eternity. Wrong! But thank you for playing! The only cloud I know of will be the one we arrive on. And as for harps...nary a harp in sight, but under every tree...a banjo! No, I'm kidding. (I got that last bit from a CD called "Grandma and the Sea of Glass") There is going to be so much to do and see and experience that we will wonder where to begin. That is, after the initial meet and greet with God, Jesus, and our guardian angels. That is something else I am looking forward to. That first great banquet with all our brothers and sisters and with our Abba! My mouth waters at the amazing delights that He will have prepared for us. And all of it natural and purely organic! Woo hoo! I look around at the things happening in this world and it breaks my heart. People loosing their jobs and their homes; loosing a sense of who they are because of it. Now, think of Heaven. A mansion built specially for each of us; designed by the Grand Architect knowing exactly what our likes and dislikes are (although I don't think we will have any dislikes in Heaven). Property that will belong to each of us and no banks to forclose on us and throw us out. We won't work, but spend our time praising God and exploring worlds and galaxies; playing with the magnificent animals that will inhabit the Kingdom. A few of the things that I want to do when I get there: Meet King David and talk poetry. I want to meet Deborah, the only female prophet mentioned in the Bible. I want to meet Rahab, the reformed prostitute who's lineage is tied to Christ. I want to talk to Peter about walking on the water and ask John the Baptist what locusts taste like. I want to slide across the sea of glass and be bounced on God's knee. What do you want to do when you get there? Who do you want to meet? What do you think your mansion will look like? Think about it and revel in the fact that we serve a God that wants nothing more than to spoil us with His love. Well, it is time to get to bed. The King's Heralds will be singing for our service tomorrow. Oh, there'll be joy in the morning! Good night my pets, my darlings...sweet heavenly dreams. Viscountess Babbles On

Divine Lunacy is Puzzled

Good evening, my pets. It has been a while. I apologize, but I am a sporatic writer. Especially when there is a lot going on in my world. Now that Mother's Day is done for this year, I can blog a few words. Well, come on in. I have the air on and it has cooled down considerably. Got some fresh squeezed lemonade and some strawberries. Maybe a tea biscut or two. Can y'all believe the bruhaha over Miss California? First she is critized for stating her beliefs on the gay marriage issue. Then she almost looses her crown because of a racy picture. You would think the liberals would be pleased that, at least to their way of thinking, that she is not a complete prude. Can you say double standard? As to the gay marriage issue. I watched a blurb on one of those entertainment shows where Perez Hilton went off on Miss California because of her answer. Apparently, anyone with opposing beliefs to gay marriage is to keep quiet, but the gays can flaunt it all they want. Those opposing must keep still and not rock the boat. What ever happened to agreeing to disagree? To respecting someone's opinions and/or beliefs even if you don't agree? I am sick of this. I am sick of being told that if I believe in creation and God, I must not utter a word in school because I might offend someone that doesn't believe in God. Who cares if I am offended? I am sick and tired of watching a really good nature show and then having them throw some element of evolution into the mix, thereby ruining (at least in my opinion) an interesting show. And I am supposed to just smile and pretend it doesn't bother me. Can you say double standard? Well, it does bother me. It also bothers me that the man who is supposed to be the representative of the United States of America states for all and sundry to hear that we are a secular nation. With morals. Is he kidding? This nation was founded on the right to religious freedom. Our basic laws are derived from the 10 Commandments. I thought that Mr. Obama was a church going man. And apparently, it is ok for him to say that marriage should be between a man and a woman. He said it during one of those question and answer shows during the campaign. I don't want to be a hate-monger or tell people they can't live their lives the way they want to. The beauty of America is that we can live the way we choose. Why can't we just accept the differences and celebrate them. I, for one, am no longer worried about whether I am politically incorrect or not. I only want to be God-correct. I want to live my life according to His His Word. I won't force anyone to hear what I have to say, but if you ask me, be prepared; I will tell you what I believe. I will do it with love and kindess, but I won't pull any punches. If you don't want to know, then don't ask. I have run out of steam, my darlings. I am about to fall asleep where I sit. I must go, as I hear the siren call of my pillow...oh dear! My bed has chimed in. You should go to bed too, my darlings. I hope you all have sweet spring time dreams. Viscountess Babbles On

Divine Lunacy Gets Dramatic

Good evening, my darlings! And did we survive this Monday? Come on in. Name your poison and we'll have us a little visit. It's going to be a short one, because I am flat out pooped! This coming weekend is, as I'm sure you are aware, Mother's Day. I believe I mentioned before that Liquid Life is performing the service. I'm thrilled about that. I have loved to perform since I can remember. God has blessed me (and others) with a talent and I am so, well, thrilled to be able to use it for His glory. One troupe member will be performing a drama called "Playing With Fire". It was written and performed by Nicole Johnson. If you are familiar with Women of Faith, you know who I am talking about. More than likely, you have seen the drama. I will be performing "Hats" and "A Touch of Faith". (Again both written/performed by Ms. Johnson.) Mine was a little tricky. I am 50, so I am no longer of child bearing age. How to portray a woman struggling with infertility? Ah, yes. Tell it from the perspective of memory. I think it will be just fine. The message isn't changed and that is the main thing. The only disappointment for me will be that my brother and his family won't be able to come and that my aunt won't be in town for it. But I am delighted that my sister and her significant other will be able to come. Well, it's just past 10pm and I really should go to sleep. That alarm goes off pretty early in the morning. Good night, my sweets, may hosts of angels sing you to your rest (my deepest thanks, Mr. Shakespeare) and with their voices bring you the most heavenly dreams. Viscountess Babbles On

Divine Lunacy is Celebrating

Good morning, my cherubs! And what a beautiful morning it is! As I sit here sipping on a cup of Southern Comfort (Community Coffee, Evangeline Blend, to the great unwashed), I am praising God in my heart this morning. It is Sabbath. I am alive and awake and the aches in my knees are not bad at all. I still have a job. My car is still running. My family is all well. I'm just very happy to be alive this morning. Now, some of you may be wondering what I mean by "Sabbath". I am not Jewish, but I do keep the biblical Sabbath. I go to church on Saturday and I keep the Sabbath from Friday night sundown to Saturday night sundown. And before any of you start to sass me, it is in the Bible. Look in Exodus 20, starting in verse 8. And before you start saying to yourself, this would be so boring, let me clue you in. On the Sabbath, I can rest--guilt free. I don't do housework. I don't do yard work. I don't pay bills or even worry about them. I have 24 hours that I can just relax and catch my breath before starting all over again on Sunday. What do I do with that 24 hours? I read books that help me to grow spiritually. I go to church and worship and fellowship with God and my church family. Go for hikes in nature and enjoy what God has created. Visit shut-ins and people/children in hospitals. Visit those that have fallen by the way side or who are struggling in their relationship with God. We have potlucks and fellowship and all types of wonderful activities. And yes, if you are really tired, you can take a nap. Today, my friend and I will lunch with my folks and then we are going to run lines for our special Mother's Day service next Sabbath. Our drama team, Liquid Life, is going to perform. I'm very excited about that. Well, I must get ready. But I have so enjoyed our visit. Some of you will be thinking how great this all sounds and some of you will be thinking it's not. If you are thinking it sounds great, then may I suggest you dig into your Bibles and do a little more research so you can see just how great it is? I have found so much joy and life in this 24 hour period and I am profoundly blessed. You will be, too. And on that note, may you have an amazing, blessed, and beautiful Sabbath. I hope, too, that you will have a dramatic encounter with our Creator and be forever changed. Viscountess Babbles On