Wizard of OZ…ugh!

 

Wizard of OZ…ugh!

The first play I was ever in was the Wizard of Oz. I felt great because I was going to get to play Dorothy.  Looking back as an adult, I sometimes feel it was because I could “sing the song“.  Anyway,  that started my love for the movie, almost felt like I was rubbing elbow with Judy Garland because after all, we were Dorothy. (Yeah, I know ... that’s a stretch). 

 

Ok, that’s the backstory, now to the Ugh part.  

 

About a year ago, I started Audible (and BTW, love it). If you’re not familiar with it, each month there are Audible Original’s to choose from for free.  Now they are not necessarily their writings, but they are their narrations of others’ writings.  Well, I found in their Classics section, yup you guessed it, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.  

 

I finished “listening” to it on the way home from work yesterday and had “struggled” to do so.  

Have you ever read the actual book?  Now me “rubbing” elbows with the star (wink, wink) I know quite a bit about The who, L. Frank Baum; the how it was named, from the o-z on his filing cabinet, etc.. But I had never read the book.  

 

(here comes the ugh)

 

As a child, this book would have scared the bejesus out of me.  Now, I know that with many books that are turned into movies or plays that are “rewritten” put this book to me wouldn’t be in the children’s section but the horror one.  The verbiage of killings and fighting showed me a completely different story in the mind of a one-time Dorothy Gale, from Kansas.  

 

I’ve decided to fondly remember the “Technicolor” version I grew up with and leave the real story in the “shifting sand” land of the readable black and white pages.  

 

Ugh! Glad it’s over. 

 

‘Till next time

⚓️peggyjane⚓️

The Wedge Between Us

Matthew 19:6 says “They are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

When we were talking about getting married, that cold October night in 1980, we always said that our marriage would be for life and nothing or no one would ever come between us, forgive us, we lied.

Not living a Christian lifestyle was very apparent and we never even thought about a relationship with Jesus.  In fact, I can’t remember ever speaking about it until we arrived at our now church home.  We had church hopped for several years, meeting nice people but not seeing growth in our relationship with Christ.  We were just robots, Sunday school & church, Sunday school & church, week after week after week.  Putting in our time, so to speak. 

Finally, we started growing closer to Christ but still hadn’t grown as a couple. Yes, happy; Yes, very much still “in love”.  He was the number one in my life and I in his. Not seeing anything wrong with the two of us.

The TWO of us!!!!

THAT was the PROBLEM!

We were trying to survive with just two in our relationship NOT three. Once we were immersed in the fellowship of other's that showed us the THIRD part of our equation, we started to grow closer. As we allowed Jesus to be first in each of our hearts, it allowed us to grow into a couple that has a relationship with Jesus, both alone and together. 

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12

That wedge between us didn’t separate us apart, it drew us together. The wedge, the cross of Jesus Christ.

Always Singin' for Him!
Peggy

What is your Dream House?

​What is your dream house?

A Penthouse apartment?

A mansion on the hill?

A fishing cabin by a lake?

Or maybe a tiny house?

Think about it we have so many wonderful places we “could” live. Right?

A farm house close to family.

Or a house in a neighborhood with friends close by.

Even a house that looks like it’s falling apart at the seams.

We call all of them home.

BUT:

What about those who don’t have a choice? Poverty stricken people who are crowded into small areas with many others in the same circumstances. Choice they’ve made? Probably not or is it all they’ve ever known.

In this holiday day season, we focus on a tiny baby who could have come down to a Kings castle with all the perks that come with it. Being waited on hand & foot, wanting nothing. However, this little one, the one we call Lord of Lords & King of Kings chose to come into the muck and guck of a sty made for animals. A stable, a manger.

Luke 2:7

“She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.”

Jesus knew when & where, He would come to save us. As it says in Genesis 1:26:

“Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.””

Their image. Jesus was with God from the very beginning.

John 1:1-2

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.”

I always feel, at this time of year, when we celebrate the birth of this tiny little tot, we need to look at His death. When Jesus said to His Father, “Send Me,” knowing what the outcome of His human form would be. The pain & agony that He went through. All got us.

Why? He didn’t want heaven without us. He wants us to live with Him there.

John 14:2 tells us,

“My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?”

 

So that dream house? What does it really look like?

My fishing cabin or that penthouse in highest skyscraper...Might be nice to have but in the end it really doesn’t hold a candle to our “Real Dream House”.

Because of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, our One & Only Savior, we have a dream home better than anything we could ever imagine...

It’s the home that was given to us by small baby that we celebrate this Christmas season.

Merry Christmas!

peggyjane 12/13/17

5:5 Study - Genesis

​I've been asked by several people why i quit writing in my Chessy'ville blog Well, I don't know why, I would probably would say, "I don't have enough time!" In reality, I'm just being lazy and not wanting to take the time. 

After reading my first blog post, "Just want to make sure this thing is working. I've been praying about writing a weekly christian blog but don't want to bore anyone. What do you think? Shall I write or not. I think I know what the Lord has been leading me too." A co-worker asked, is wrong to not do something that the Lord is placing on your heart, are you being disobedient?" 

Well after I stuttered for a bit I told him that he was correct. I'm ashamed to say that conversation was over a year agoSo, here I am again...hopefully I won't bore you with my ramblings!

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With a significant day coming soon, I thought maybe it would be fun to do a bible study on 5 - 5's. So I looked up Genesis 5:5. Now I've felt old before and 55 IS looming in the very near future, this verse made me laugh when I read it. 
 

Genesis 5:5 - "Altogether, Adam lived a total of 930 years and then he died" 

Then I thought WOW, I only new my grandparents as "being old". I know they were young and grew but sadly they were always old in my eyes. Grandpa Diehm was born in 1890 and died in 1975 at 84. He is the first person I knew that died. When he died he had 9 grand and 3 great grandchildren, now just a mere 41 years later with just my family unit there are 16 great, 16 great great, and 5 great great great grandchildren. 

But Adam living to 930, how many generations is that? Could he have known his 9 times great grandchild? The Bible doesn't tell us how many children he had but we can assume it was many. Were they scattered around and didn't know each other? Think of the cousins (that could be a whole other post)... 

 I know that with my mother, her grandchildren called her Gramma. When my sister, Pat became a grandmother, they call her Grammy. This was a simple way to tell the difference between the two. 

So how many other names did Adam's children, grand, great grand, great great grandchildren...Well you see my point. 

The history of a family is often very fascinating buy sometimes can be very sad because as time goes by families lose each other. Remember when I mentioned in just my family unit there are 46 children that would have called Paul Diehm, grandpa? I know there are more from my Uncle Harold's side but we are a family that has scattered. So I cannot tell you how many there truly are. 

As generations come and go, how many (without doing a genealogy study) know the name of their 9 times great grandfather. Do you think Adam's did? 

Hug your children today, even if it's just a hug in your heart. 

Alway's Singin' for Him! 
Peggy


Thanks Patricia Hoffman for helping me with the grandpa info. Love You, sisser!