Disguise

Saturday

I smiled as I looked out the back window. A beautiful cross etched into the morning sky, “Good morning!”

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It was indeed a good morning and a good rest of the day. We had a nice visit from William’s Mom who we haven’t seen in a while. Nora and I stayed home while the rest of the family went up to the school playground and then to the store. While Nora napped I got to watching Undercover Boss on TLC. If you’re not familiar with it, it is a reality show that features the CEO or owner of a company who is put to work in his or her company among the “common people” in disguise. It’s entertaining to watch the unsuspecting employees say and do things they never ever would have if they knew the supposed new employee they were training was the CEO!! At the end of each episode it was revealed who the “new employee” really was. The loyal and hard working employees were graciously rewarded for their diligence, others had some explaining to do. I found myself getting choked up at this point. There was something that resonated inside of me as it pertains to Christ. I wondered how many times I’ve been in the position of the unsuspecting employee blatantly saying and doing things in the presence of Jesus and/or His angels in disguise. Beside the glaring moments of my human inequities, I hope there will also be the moments that make God smile — the moments he’ll want to reward me for.

Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters. Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.
(Hebrews 13:1-2 NIV)

I love, love, love this song:

“You are looking for a king you will never recognize.”

Also a reminder that I can be Jesus In disguise to others.

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Speaking of disguises, how do you like my milk fu manchu?

Nora is doing so much better! Her cold is definitely on its way out of here!

Sunday

The boys went to the Bengal’s game, so Greta, Nora and I had a Girl’s Day In.

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We watched movies, ate popcorn, drank milkies and took baffs all day.

Nana and Papa came to visit this evening and brought dinner and desserts. I love my Mom and Dad! It was a perfect way to end the weekend.

3 thoughts on “Disguise

  1. You may have already read this but I wanted to share it just in case.

    Mothers of Disabled Children—May 11, 1980—By Irma Bombeck

    Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a
    few by social pressures and a couple by habit.
    This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of
    handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how these mothers of
    handicapped children are chosen?
    Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His in-
    struments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He
    observes, He instructs His angels to make note in a giant ledger.
    “Armstrong, Beth: son; patron saint, Matthew. Forest, Marjorie:
    daughter; patron saint, Cecilia.
    “Rudledge, Carrie: twins; patron saint… give her Gerard. He’s
    used to profanity.”
    Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles. “Give her a
    blind child.”
    The angel is curious. “Why this one God? She’s so happy”
    “Exactly,” says God. “Could I give a child with a handicap to a
    mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.”
    “But she has patience?” asks the angel.
    “I don’t want her to have too much patience, or she will drown
    in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment
    wear off she’ll handle it.”
    “But, Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you.”
    God smiles. “No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She
    has just enough selfishness.”
    The angel gasps. “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?”
    God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasion-
    ally, she’ll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless
    with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet but she is to
    be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will
    never consider a step ordinary. When her child says ‘Momma’ for
    the first time, she will be present at the miracle and know it! When
    she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as
    few people ever see my creations.
    “I will permit her to see clearly the things I see- ignorance, cru-
    elty, prejudice- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be
    alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, be-
    cause she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”
    “And what about her patron saint?” asks the angel, pen poised in midair.
    God smiles “A mirror will suffice.”

  2. WOW, SUCH A WONDERFUL BLOG. I HAVE OFTEN SAID I SEE WHY GOD CHOSE TO GIVE BEAUTIFUL NORA TO YOUR FAMILY. YOUR FAMILY LOVES HER SO MUCH, TAKES CARE OF HER SO GOOD, LAUGHS AT HER LITTLE WORDS THAT SHE COMES OUT WITH, AND WOULD NOT TRADE HER FOR ALL THE RICHES IN THE WORLD. GOD CHOSE YOUR FAMILY BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE BEAUTIFUL, THOUGHTFUL, CARING, LOVING, GIVING, AND TRULY CHILDREN OF GOD. THE WAY YOU HAVE SHARED NORA WITH ALL OF US IS SOMETHING NOT EVERYONE WOULD DO. THIS IS WHAT GOD HAD IN MIND, THAT SHE WOULD BRING PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD CLOSER TO HIM. ALEISA, THROUGH YOU NORA IS THE LITTLE PROPHET GOD HAD IN MIND FOR HER TO BE. SHE IS A VERY SPECIAL GIRL WHO IS LOVED BY MANY, AND SHE HAS OPENED OUR EYES TO FACTS THAT WE WERE BLIND TO. ALEISA, YOU ALSO ARE A PHOPHET OF GOD BY SPREADING HIS WORD. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR SHARING NORA WITH ALL OF US. I PRAISE GOD THAT I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG. I AM SO HAPPY NORA IS GETTING OVER THAT OLD COLD, AND IS FEELING SO MUCH BETTER. SHE LOOKS SO HEALTHY AGAIN. HER LITTLE FACE AND EYES SHOWS WHEN SHE FEELS BAD. I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS, AND HAD TO SHARE WHAT MY HEART WAS TELLING ME TO TYPE. I HAVE FELT THIS WAY RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING OF YOUR BLOG. I HOPE YOU ALL GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP, AND WAKE UP IN THE MORNING TO ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY. GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS.

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