|Posted by Denise Daisy on October 27, 2015 at 11:55 AM||comments (0)|
The worst thing that has happened to our society of late, and what I believe will be the destruction of our county if not the world, is self-proclaimed critics. It is those, who themselves have never accomplished anything substantial in their life, but sit on their glorified ass and criticize all who try.
Negativity is a powerful force and is a destroyer of everything. There is a reason God says to put a guard over your tongue. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said the tongue has the power of life and death.
As long as we read and re-post the negativity of reviewers, trolls and self-proclaimed critics, death will continually be at the door of everyone’s efforts.
There are those dreamers who work hard in life, tilling their soil, planting their seeds, watering and caring for what they’ve put their hope in, but as soon as a tender green shoot of their efforts break ground, the reviewers cut it off, slashing it to pieces with their critique.
When dreams, ideas, books inventions, songs, performances, art and the like die, because we the masses regard the harsh words of the critic, then these things will cease to exist. Endless negativity has robbed us of something wonderful.
It’s time to start thinking for ourselves and stop being swayed by “others” reviews or comments. I for one cherish my free will to choose. I am an adventurer, exploring this world for myself. I will choose what books to read based on the authors blurb on the jacket cover. If it is of interest to me, I will read it and not allow someone’s poor review dissuade me. I will choose what movies I attend, what music to listen to, who to vote for, and what I believe to be the best choices for my life. It is my belief that we should enjoy our life and inspire others to do the same. Theodore Roosevelt said it best.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
― Theodore Roosevelt
|Posted by Denise Daisy on November 24, 2014 at 11:50 AM||comments (0)|
Yesterday I attended my Great Aunt Dot’s funeral. She lived to be 93 years old and then her life here, on this planet ended. As in all funerals and memorials there is a reflection of the life lived here. Who the person was, who they married, who they brought into the world, what they did while they were here and who they left behind.
It was a wet and windy Sunday as we stood in the cemetery, honoring her life and returning her to the earth. I looked around at the other grave markers. The name Christenberry, my mother’s side of the family, was engraved on several of the tomb stones. I got a rundown on the family history on the ride home. The funny stories, the tragic ones and the hard life many of them endured while living through the great depression and other such adversities. I started thinking about life here on earth, and then I contemplated, what is death? Most times, we think of death as the ending of the time we live here. But I am wondering if death really means, the time we live here. Could death actually be first and after death is life? After all, it is called the “afterlife.” I think death is actually the time we spend on the cold hard earth, always wanting, always striving but never quite being fulfilled. Searching for true love, and though you may find comfort in the arms of someone else, that love fades into a kind of status quo, never quite fulfilling the desire that once was. Friends come and go, you work all your days with some accomplishments, but again never being fulfilled, always searching for that perpetual hope…until the end. Solomon figured this out in Ecclesiastes. I think, I know now what death really is. This earthly life is our death. You see, life was never supossed to end but the moment Adam and Eve ate the fruit, they died to real life. They were expelled, and removed from the Tree of LIFE and sent to earth. The communing with God, walking with God in the heavens was over. Death is separation from God. Now, there was no more walking with God in the cool of the day. Now they had to work hard, tilling the ground and carving out some kind of existance. This was death, and this separation had to be defeated so we could return to life and be with God and LIVE, forever! So in a sense, we are the walking dead.
I believe my Great Aunt,Dorothy Johnson, is now alive, having defeated death, she went back and now she lives, with Him forever.
Pretty cool if you ask me.
|Posted by Denise Daisy on September 15, 2014 at 10:05 AM||comments (0)|
Today’s society is focused on appearance or to put it more accurately, society is focused on the “appearance” of appearance. Unfortunately selfies have taken a beating by so many. And if you dare post one, be prepared for ridicule by those who secretly admire themselves but do not have the courage to post selfies. Let’s face it, we all take selfies every day. We all have mirrors in our home and spend time in front of them, making sure we are satisfied with the result of our primping before we head out the door and face the world. Whether we will admit it or not, we are obsessed with how we look. I believe there is just as much effort in achieving the “I don’t care, I’m just me look,” as there is in trying to impress with the dress. Believe me there are hair products that achieve the “I just climbed out of bed look.” Plastic surgeons, Botox injectors, rejuvenation clinics, tattoo parlors and beauty salons never suffer during hard economic times because one thing is for certain, come hell or high water we are going to look good.
Suzanne Collins in her Hunger Games series drew a superficial picture of the people who dwelled in the Capital. They dyed their skin as well as their hair and tattooed their bodies to resemble felines, or other animalistic creatures. Her book is futuristic but really, are we that far removed from the practice?
For years I worked in the beauty industry. I am a licensed cosmetologist specializing in hair color and extensions. I spent countless hours dipping strands of hair in hot glue and attaching it to women’s heads so they will have long luscious locks like the stars. The difference is, other than the price, the stars use their hair as a costume for performing in front of millions. My clients wore their hair to the grocery store and then home to mop the floor. What gives? Why the need for the extra knee length hair? I am not complaining, their business put bread on my table, but I often wondered why they felt they need to have all that hair. I am not judging by any means because yes, I used to wear them too. I can make the excuse that I wore them as advertisement, so I was my own walking billboard, but in actuality, they made me feel feminine and pretty. Besides that, I’ve wore them for so long, I got used to the extra hair. So when I did take them out, I felt like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, with four strands of hair attached to my scalp. I became addicted to hair! I have wonderful daughters who think I am beautiful just the way I am. They admit I’d be just as lovely if I never wore and ounce of makeup, and let my own natural shade grow in and take over the jet black dye I douse on my roots every three weeks. They say I’m beautiful when I “fix up” but just as beautiful when I “wake up.” That’s comforting to know and I do think about their compliments from time to time, but still I do not have the courage to go all natural just yet.
All my life I have gotten unwanted beauty advice from well-meaning friends and family who feel the need to change my appearance. I was told by someone once that my eyeliner was too thick, my hair too full and sexy, and my earrings were too big. (This was in the early 90’s when big earrings were in style. I was addicted to big earrings back then, the bigger the better. I almost lifted some hubcaps off a car once and ran a hook through them so they could dangle from my ears.) My friend even took me out to dinner for the sole purpose of discussing my appearance. Her comment to me was this,
“I wish I had a million staff wives with your heart….BUT” (there will always be a big “but” after a compliment if it isn’t sincere) “we must to something about your style.”
So here is a little secret:
Guess what? We were all created different for a reason. We all have different ideas of what is beautiful, and if we were to poll our friends and ask them their favorite colors we’d get different answers. I say it’s time to keep our opinions to ourselves unless asked. One girl may dream of being a Disney princess while another dreams of being a vagabond gypsy. One might enjoy the malls and boutiques while another craves the outdoors. One might be obsessed with being stick thin while another enjoys food and loves her curves. One woman might like a chic short hairstyle perfectly coiffed while another loves the long unruly bedhead look. One might want to stencil their body with brightly colored tats while another prefers her plain unmarked skin. You are a child of the Creator. He designed your hair in a way where you can change the color to your choosing. If he had given us synthetic hair we wouldn’t have that privilege. I believe he gave us a pretty blank canvas and allows us to create. The only manufacturer’s instruction on the model gives a piece of advice.
“Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful”.
He never says don’t fix yourself up, he simply says don’t let that be where your beauty comes from.
I can buy new furniture, paint the walls in my house, get beautiful drapes etc., but if the spirit in my house isn’t one of peace and love, then my home will not be a safe haven for those I love. Get it? She didn’t, the minister’s wife told me I had a good heart BUT… There should have been no buts about it. A good heart is what makes you beautiful. Recently, I heard someone talking about the story of The Trojan Horse. I thought it was a good example. From the outside, it looked like a big wooden horse, but it was what was on the inside, that destroyed a city. What kind of army do you have hidden inside of you? Prepare that army to love others unconditionally and defeat the evil in the world. And then, adorn your outside any way you please. And if you’re satisfied with the end result, post a picture if you want. It’s okay, some people post pics of their dogs, or dinner plates, or cars, or whatever they want to share. Let no one judge you, and judge no one, because a good heart will stay perky and fresh long after the tits and tats begin to sag.
|Posted by Denise Daisy on September 12, 2014 at 10:15 AM||comments (0)|
Perfect Pumpkin Patches
It was a beautiful fall day in Southern California, so I decided to surprise my daughter Journey, and take her to a pumpkin patch. This was no ordinary pumpkin patch, this was the pumpkin patch of all pumpkin patches, complete with jump houses of every size, train rides, super slides, hay bale mazes, tons of goodies to eat, and yes, there were thousands of pumpkins!
Journey had never seen the pumpkin patch and I couldn’t wait to surprise her. I had one brief stop to make first. I was meeting a friend at a local church to pick up information on an upcoming event. When I arrived, I was asked if I could wait a few minutes. It was a beautiful morning and Journey immediately spotted a small playground on the property and wanted to swing. It wasn’t’ much of a playground, just an old swing set, a rundown merry-go-round and a weathered sandbox. But, she wanted to swing and we had a little time, so I took her to play.
After a few minutes, the person I was to meet, joined us at the playground, passed me the information and now it was time to go to the pumpkin patch. But Journey didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay at the old playground. I tried explaining to her, how we were going someplace better, but her mind just couldn’t conceive a better place. She begged and cried to stay at the run down playground, believing nothing could top where she was. I have never given my daughter a reason for not trusting me. I have always provided her with the best. I’ve never said no when I could say yes, so I was saddened by her lack of trust. She didn’t want to take the risk that there was something better, so she cried and demanded we stay. And, we did.
As sad as it was, I realized this is how we are with God. Our Father has plans for us, and most time he likes to surprise us with them. God is present future; he comes to us where we are, and tells us where he is taking us. It should be a thrill, but many times we get enamored with where we are, and lose faith in his ability to take us someplace better. We do not take the risk and in not taking the risk we miss out.
I didn’t punish Journey for her lack of faith in my ability to take her someplace wonderful. Neither did I force her to adhere to my plan. The day was for her, not for me, and she had made her choice. I allowed her to stay and play because she was having fun, even though I knew she would have a blast somewhere else. It was her choice. We played for a while and then went home.
Romans 12:2 tells us, not to be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God.
Did you notice three wills there? A good will, a pleasing will, and a perfect will.
We need to renew our mind so we can discern or differentiate between the three. Many times God wants to take us to the pumpkin patch but we insist in hanging on to the little run down play ground. We have a good life when in fact he planned for us to have a perfect life.
Journey did eventually make it to the pumpkin patch but it was a year later when she had matured and her confidence in me had grown.
Let my Journey inspire your journey. It’s time to mature and have confidence in the One who has your best interest in His heart. He has from the beginning of time. Have faith and allow Him to lead you out of your little playground. Trust Him; His plans for you are amazing!