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Saturday, September 30, 2017

White Teeth Related to Christian Ministry? Maybe!


You probably have no idea how difficult it is to take a selfie of your mouth, while trying to avoid any trace of your huge nose in the picture!  My attempt at just that, must have had a bearing on the angle.  


All my life, I  NEVER enjoyed wearing lipstick of any color because I felt like it emphasized my yellowish teeth.  I thought my teeth were stained from formation while being on antibiotics a lot during childhood.  Probably that DID effect hue, but I just examined my teeth today, and thought, "Wow, my teeth aren't yellow anymore!!"

I can wear lip color now!  Super cool !!

I could only attribute this change in tooth color as due to our switch over the last year or so, to Arm and Hammer Complete Care toothpaste. I see that on the bottom it says "Plus Whitening/ Baking Soda & Peroxide."  We like the taste too!

My daughter and I have discussed that since we became accustomed to this toothpaste the others don't taste good to us in our mouth anymore.  Now, if I have to use an old, other tube, I dip my toothpaste/brush in straight baking soda on top of it.

I recommend Arm and Hammer Complete Care toothpaste!!

Also I recommend sharing your smile as often as you can.  You can give it away for free, and multiply your returns:


Luke 6:35
But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil.
(KJV)

*  Is sharing your smile something that you can give, or lend, expecting nothing in return?  
*  Whose example do we follow when we give, expecting no return?  (Smile is the easiest thing to give)

Luke 6:38
Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom.  For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
(KJV)

*  So if you give a smile, you may get more back??  
*  What else can you GIVE and be given good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over... into your bosom?  ....... I take this encouragement also to apply to $$$ for Christian ministry, according to what you would joyfully give!

2 Corinthians 9:7
Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
(KJV)

I use King James Version for my quotes because it is considered ancient text and typical copyright laws do not restrict my use.  I wanted to encourage you if you are not familiar with Biblegateway.com , do explore!  It is a fabulous free internet resource where-by you may explore scripture in many different versions and translations and more.

Until next time Sisters, enjoy sharing your light through beautiful smiles and more!

Just from my heart, as always,
Tammy @
Grandma Mary Martha💗
Someone asked me if I was trying to monetize.  I am trying to monetize ONLY in that I have signed up for google Adsense.  I purposely choose to write from my heart more than cater to a niche or an avatar and therefore current blog wisdom would say that is a mistake for anyone seeking to monetize.  Money is not my priority.  (Read the "pages" linked in upper right of blog to understand my motivation and purpose.)

This article about the toothpaste is honest, and again from my heart.  I did not make the experience or thoughts up.  I was thrilled with the change in my teeth......

Because I ran out of the particular toothpaste, last night before I went to bed, I brushed with straight baking soda, and rinsed with hydrogen peroxide.  I am hoping that chemical combination will benefit as well, as I believe those are ingredients listed on my preferred toothpaste.

Blessings on YOUR pilgrim path!

Friday, September 29, 2017

Poem: The Miracle of Variety



1997......BLOATED, about to burst, but the words were unformed.  The poem was but unidentified thoughts with deep and sensitive feelings.






I am a novice blogger.  This is my first blog to share publicly and it is quite the learning journey. This is my first time to be successful at sharing a video in my blog!! 

The poem recited here is also printed and shared in the ridiculously LONG post that is part of the label, "Poems by Me," that can be found in the labels list in right margin.

Here I will share with you how this poem came to me:

Like a mother feeling her child with in her, I was a poet feeling pregnant with this poem for about 7 to 9 days.......... feeling my poem baby grow with in me, but not knowing what my poem baby would be like, except I sensed it would be, "for the glory and majesty of my creator God."  

I walked around and lived life, pregnant with this poem, aching to give birth, but lacking the words......clueless of the lines or rhyme, or repetition, having pains but no progress, until one day on my way to work, the words started to COME.  

They came forth with no effort.  I kept my eyes on the road and grabbed a pen and scrap of paper and started scribbling the words with one hand.  Through out the day, the lines continued to come.  When it was done, I felt satisfied, like I had given birth, like God had given me a gift, my poem of expression, born from somewhere inside from His Holy Spirit in me and the place where my talents and gifts reside, which He bestowed upon me.  

As a poet or artist I can testify that for ME there are seasons of rain and good harvest, and there are seasons of still and fallow ground, when poems do not blossom. (my experience)  Regardless, I treasure my poems as gifts, NOT written with out Him, the giver of all good gifts with in me and outside of me. 
Tammy @
Grandma Mary Martha💖 

Monday, September 25, 2017

Reverence all 19 of these ministries !









  Do you ever feel like what you do is unimportant?  Do you ever yearn to "do more for the Lord?"  I appreciate my brothers and sisters who serve in the way they are called, whatever that way is, whether in service to one, or twenty,  twenty-thousand, or by tilling church yard soil, but I think at times, I have been disrespectful of my own contributions, or even misplaced my focus or enthusiasm.

Each person has to make his/her own decisions about how to honor God with  time, talents, treasures, and  hopefully........ then proceed with joy.  In the path of offering our lives as living sacrifices, some of us are our own worst critic.  Do you  under-value your regular contributions or offerings from your heart, hands or mouth?  It DOES all matter !!

 I would like to share this encouragement with you.

Let us remember:

Colossians 3:17
And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father by him. (KJV)

I find the book of Romans chapter 12 to be richly applicable to this matter :

Romans 12
1) I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
2) And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is the good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
3) For I say, through grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.
4) For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office:
5) So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.
6) Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us, whether prophecy, let us prophesy according to the proportion of faith;
7) Or ministry, let us wait on our ministering; or he that teacheth,on teaching;
8) Or he that exhorteth, on exhortation: he that giveth, let him do it with simplicity; he that ruleth, with diligence; he that sheweth mercy, with cheerfulness.
9) Let love be with out dissimulation.  Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good.
10) Be kindly affectioned to one another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
11) Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;
12) Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer
13) Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality.    (KJV)

Praise the Lord, how many ways may we serve?  Would it make sense to neglect your OWN, in order to serve beyond your own household or circle?  Certainly God wants no one to neglect his or her own family, or the sheep in our own yard so to speak!  Serve FIRST AT HOME*, and then beyond, according to how God has enabled you, strengthened you, opened doors, and led you. Every way you serve, matters!

Don't expect yourself to be Jesus Christ, or God.  You are a HUMAN.  When you do ANY of these, with attitude of offering or service unto God, you are carrying out a ministerial function of the body of Christ.:

  •   expressing THANKSGIVING
  •   Bible study/ edifying fellowship, or anything that would renew your mind for Christ
  • demonstrate humility, or represent humility for others to witness and learn from (by working of Holy Spirit to open their eyes)
  • apply and share sober logic to life affairs and scripture
  • share faith in conversation and comments
  • ministering (serving !!! helping!!!  working for !!!)
  • prophecy (to bring message from God..... BE CAREFUL)
  • teaching, or spending time to prepare to teach God's word
  • exhortation (encouragement or building someone up who needs it)
  • giving- If you are blessed, GIVING of time, talent, and or $$$  treasures may be a ministry !!
  • ruling, or in modern terminology:  being an administrator, who gets  people and things organized to accomplish a task
  • somehow extending cheerful mercy and compassion
  • LOVING all along the way ♡♡♡♡
  • standing against evil
  • being attentive to business and finance matters for your church, or a member of the body 
  • demonstrating JOY, HOPE, PATIENCE as a fruit of the Holy Spirit so that glory is to the Father and giver of all good gifts
  • PRAYING as kingdom ministry and work
  • looking out for the needs of the flock (distributing)
  • providing hospitality as a giving ministry or outreach to edify the saints or share your light for Christ, maybe hosting a Bible study for friends or reaching out to someone new in your community, or boarding a traveling minister..............

If you do any of those things, you are contributing to church ministry, if done in the name of the Lord, and for His glory and honor!!!  You don't need to feel guilty or pressured to do more beyond your yard unless you feel led and see that the doors have opened, and that appropriate support is in place.  Do not minister to the expense of your husband* or your children, or those in your close circle who depend on you. Love yourself, for your service to them in Christ's name.
No offering should be undervalued....
Remember EVERYTHING you do can be important and for Him !!  Attitude of heart, LOVE, and your relationship with Him is what matters most.

Mark 9:41
For whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward.

Please  join me in this prayer:

"Lord, I ask you to touch us, your children now, give us peace and confidence in YOU, to know that what ever we do, when our heart is opened to Your spirit, through Christ, our offering is received, and we are loved, and will be rewarded.  Give us  JOY in every act of obedience in the job you give us, in our home, our yard, our community, our church, as Your servants.  We are so blessed and honored to serve you.  In Jesus's name I pray, AMEN" 

I blog from my heart.  Sometimes here I share wisdom that God has grown in me over the years.  I have made mistakes, in reference to some of this.  I wrote about the result, in two other blog posts if you are interested.  I wish only for good to come from my willingness to write and share.


I thank you for reading.  I would love to hear from you in the comments, and please subscribe in the e-mail bar in upper right of computer format, and share with one of the social media icons below if you would like to help me spread practical encouragement for Christian living.

Tammy @
Grandma Mary Martha 💗






Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Life is a Trip




"Life's a trip !!"

LIFE is a trip, and the older you get, the more you respect the journey, of your own and others....the more you realize that despite our differences, the human path makes us more alike than different.  Over time, one observes, welcomes, endures, participates in, resists, changes until the day we die, and then for Christians, wonderful change progresses in the after-life*.

The man in the picture is my grandfather in the 70's.  He lived through lots of change!   I was a little kid, but I think my older cousin Louis, and some of his buddy's rode motorcycles a couple hundred miles to visit family (us) and have some beach fun.  

Grandpa, went out and "studied" one of the motorcycles, looked at it, and I don't know if it took coaxing from my father or not, but Grandpa climbed on the hip iron horse.  (My cousin Louis saw the picture and recognized it as his motorcycle, 1974, 750, 4 cylinder.)  That day my daddy thought it was so cool  to see his dad on that motorcycle.  He encouraged him to put on the helmet, and grabbed his camera.........

Let me tell you about this man, my grandfather. I assure you, that if you live  long enough, you too will experience great changes, like him.... some welcomed, some not.  May we all be as successful in reputation of good and honorable through it all.

**Warning:  A lot of family history here; long personal post: 

Born in 1901, his father was conceived during the civil war when his grandfather was a spy for the confederate army.  The union soldiers saw him in a tree and told him, "Better get down from that tree Strait, or we're gonna shoot ya."  My great -great-grandpa Christopher got down from the tree, ran for his horse and got shot in his ankle.  He was sent home to recuperate (one of the lucky ones) and it was then that Grandpa's father was conceived.  Baby William grew up, and that was my grandfather's father.

So this brings me to Grandpa, 1901.  
When he was born, in Arkansas (that man on the motorcycle right there) they lived in a cabin, and his older sister was the water girl.  One of her regular chores was to bring a bucket of water from the creek , to the cabin for her family which consisted of their mother and father, and two children: herself- my Aunt Omar, her brother, my Uncle Olin, plus baby Floyd, who became my grandfather.  This must have been my great grandfather William's best time of his life, because he had his wife and three healthy children. Then came number four, a beautiful girl named Donnie who was not to live to adulthood.

By the time my grandfather (the man on this motorcycle) was in fourth grade, his mother fell ill and  died.  It was told by a first hand witness to my Aunt Pearl that on her deathbed, with her last breath she sang beautifully the hymn, "I Surrender All."  I can only imagine the emotion, faith, and determination behind that last offering, and surrendering in the flesh, right before my great grandmother was released into the spirit world to be free of physical constraints and in paradise with Christ. I have wondered many times, how much the generations after her, were blessed because of her faith*

Short years later my grandfather's father (William)  is said to have been layed up with a broken back, and my grandpa (Floyd),

 in 4th grade of school,

 had to quit school to work in the coal mines to support his family.  

By age 14, 
my grandfather, and his grandfather, Christopher, 
dug a grave for little sister Donnie. 

 My grandpa said that his grandfather told, his dead little sister, lovingly, "I'll be with you pretty soon," and then not long after that, my grandfather (in that picture) dug the grave for his grandfather, Christopher, civil war veteran. 

After William rehabilitated, 
now with his wife and youngest daughter dead,
 he determined that they should move to Texas. 

 He had earned a living as a 
school teacher,
 rock mason, 
and a store partner, 
and in hard times, lending credit to the town folk along with perhaps an untrustworthy partner proved fatal to his finances.  I don't know what my great grandfather William planned on doing in Texas, but he had heard that the land was rich, and he practiced carpentry here as far as I am aware, and kinfolk remembered him as interested in national politics and religion.  It is said that he would wave his walking cane as he talked and debated, and once my daddy saw him get into a "cane fight," with another old man.

My grandfather was a youngster, a boy in the horse drawn wagon train  that came to Texas.  In that traveling group,   life long friends were  made  who would later see generations between them marry and blend the families*... Actually this trip was made twice, with the later being a permanent move, with William, Omar, and Floyd living the rest of their days in Texas and the generations after them, and even Olin  lived out his  last days in Texas.  

But back to Floyd, on the motorcycle.

As a young man in south Texas, though his early transportation by necessity had been horse, Grandpa found employment in Texas, working for area farmers, a few being of the Rader and Smith name, and he developed a reputation for being "good with machines."    Mr. Rader had a daughter named Laura who had been helping her mother in the kitchen (to cook for the workers) since she could stand on an apple crate to peel potatoes, and do otherwise whatever her mother Pearl told her to do.

Just a young girl, Laura thought Floyd was tall and handsome.  She used to look forward to getting a glimpse of him, or maybe a kind word in passing, as he worked for Laura's kinfolk for years.

Floyd was a quiet man, who enjoyed drawing, and playing his harmonica, and going on horseback rides and dominoes or card (games) with the men.  Finally, when Laura was an older teenager, her wish came true, and they started talking more and spending time together.  When she was age 18, Floyd gave her a ring and they got married.  It was not a big  affair, but joyous to those two........

Laura and Floyd, were married for about 60 years before they went to be with the Lord, with in one month of one another.  Grannie (79) died on Mother's Day, and Grandpa (87) passed away the day before Father's day.  Their union begat Billy and Pearlie.  My sister and I came from Bill (and Jean), my cousin Louis came from Pearl (and *Marvin).  Pearl and Marvin adopted two little girls, who also had biological roots on that wagon train from Arkansas.  They were my beloved cousins Sheri and Vicki.

He came to Texas on a covered wagon.
 He lived to see man walk on the moon on T.V., and he was sure it was a trick, or propaganda (like to assure Russia that the USA were the big dogs).  I suppose maybe he believed man landing on the moon was for real 20 years after the fact.


He was faithful to my grandmother, and was known for being honest, calm, dependable, trustworthy, kind, affectionately responsive to all kids in his household, and generous to those in need.  Billie and Pearlie were raised with a tassle of cousins and family frequently at their house.  He did not begin purposeful walking with the Lord until his 40's.  The kids were about raised before he started serving the Lord, but his loyalty was steadfast, when placed.

By the time I came along, some of my treasured pictures in my mind's eye, were of my grandfather sitting in his old chair, by lamp light, magnifying glass in his hand to help him see, reading his Bible.  He did not need a man to tell him what the Bible said, or to interpret for him.  He chose to do it himself, and if you wanted to talk Bible, my grandfather could always contribute.  He went to church with Grannie two or three times a week, because he thought it was the right thing to do, not because he relied on the preacher to teach him.

My grandfather is one of the best men I have ever known, and loved, with all of my heart, and just to have my memories in my heart, is worth more than gold !

I think of my grandfather's journey, and his generation, and those that came after.  What I am grateful for most, is their faith, their endurance, determination to keep on keeping on, to do their best for one another and God through all the curves, hills, mountains, and valleys. The Lord has blessed their  seed.

1 Corinthians 15:52
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

2 Corinthians 5:8
We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord. 

Galations 6:7
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Psalm 112:1-2
Praise ye the Lord.  Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, that delighteth greatly in his commandments.
His seed shall be mighty upon the earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed.

(King James Version scripture)

Thank you for reading.  I would be glad to hear from you in the comments.  

To my cousin Louis, I look forward to you sharing more information with me. I would be very happy to edit and add, to make this more special and as accurate as I can.  Thank you♡ 


Just a few more old photos:


Laura and her siblings, left to right: Inez, Charlie, Laura, Tudor


The suave young man, Floyd.


farm equipment that I suspect my Grandfather worked with


left to right:  Floyd, Laura, (Aunt Omar, or Aunt Viola's sister in law Selma??)  Aunt Viola (wife of) Olin, Great Grandfather William

above: early in Grannie and Grandpa's marriage judging by how trim she is..........
above:  great Grannie Rader, my Grandpa (Floyd), my Grannie (Laura)


above:  Grannie with her children, Billy and Pearlie


above:  some of the family that frequented the house:  Uncle Henry and Grandpa (Floyd) and Great Grandpa (William); children on the left are believed to be cousins not yet identified (Betty, Tootsie, or Henrietta?, and David?  Aunt Inez behind her husband Henry and Pearlie behind her father Floyd? with my daddy ( Billy) with  his  father's arm embracing him


in back: Omar (William's oldest, the little water girl), Laura (who stood on a crate to help her mother cook), Omar's son Lawson, his son or a cousin??  in front: Billy (my father), Pearlie (cousin Lou's mother), Omar's daughter Jewel ♡


Grandpa and me (above)♡ below: their 50th anniversary newspaper photo


above: me with Grandpa



Above, Aunt Pearl and me, university graduation


Me with Grannie and Grandpa, celebrating university graduation

Best best part.......... this is not the end.  We just "pass through" here on earth;  our destination is eternity!!  The best is yet to come, for all who are saved in Christ.
Hebrews 11:13
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers, and pilgrims on earth.

Acts 2:21
And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.

Acts 22:16
And now why tarryist thou?  Arise, and be baptized, and wash away  thy sins, calling on the name of the Lord.

1st John 1:7
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.

May we walk in the Sonshine!  Thanks for visiting♡
Tammy @
Grandma Mary Martha
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I am limited on my pictures, but now that I have learned how to blog, I would totally be thrilled to get together with my relatives and blog more about family history and load more pictures..... more......more.....more.




Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Diaper Wreath Gift !

The possibilities are endless for this!  I had SUCH FUN!

Let me tell you how I made this. 
Crafty grannie that I am, I actually did not have to go out and buy anything.  What prompted this project, was actually that I had cleaned out a closet and discovered these things, leftover from another event or project (diaper cake*).

I got my package of diapers out.  Well, they look like they were perhaps patterned for baby boy, so............

On a whim, I used the flowers that I made recently, and two paper rolls, diaper, and ribbon, to make what could be a table decoration at a baby shower:








For the wreath, I thought about doing some sort of lacing, rolled up diapers onto a ring of cardboard cut out of an economy size Ritz cracker box, but I decided to use a sturdy paper plate:


I cut the center out.




I arranged the diapers, and rolled and tied, one at a time.





Six diapers were tied on the first layer, and then I applied a second layer the same way, but at this point, my imagination is going, thinking about how I would decorate.  I did no special planning and have limited supplies, but I am thinking how cute colored tulle would be, and how cool if you had a picture of the mother when she was a baby, to add to the wreath decoration, and could make a gift card like I did 

I disassembled the card that I did with paper flowers earlier, and tried on the card of my daughter's (outdated) picture.


Here I am half way done with second layer:


Water jugs in background.  We have to bring drinking water in because the well water tastes pretty terrible.  High high lime mineral content.


An old tissue flower will go in my diaper vase, and I will use my recent straw and paper flowers on the wreath:


I need one more flower:







Will hang with Command hook:


I tried the wreath with one of my grand-daughter's stuffed animals.  I am not giving her monkey away.  This is just for the picture:




Here is the back view, incase you are interested:


I think I prefer duckie version.  Possibilities are endless, and so fun!!  I will probably make a diaper wreath again. I just set duckie on the wreath.  If it was for a real gift, I think I would do a loop of duct tape under duckie.  I would not use hot-glue, or any other chemical , because remember, these are diapers, and I expect the diapers to go on babies bottom.



I actually used only about 20 diapers in this wreath.  There were 8 left over that could be turned into vases, to decorate tables:


Oh if you are getting ready for a baby shower, I have a poignant poem, that may make the ladies laugh.  It often makes me cry........ happy tears.  As stated in my Permissions Policy linked in the right margin, I give permission to read it in public setting (such as a baby shower) but stipulate that you please provide a visual link to my blog. 😊  
Go >here< and scroll down and scroll down, way down, past the pictures of my son as a baby, as a married man, and past pictures of my daughter.  Read the poem titled
 "My Little Pink Souvenirs." 

Thank you for letting me share with you here at my blog. I would love to hear from you in the comments.
Tammy @
Grandma Mary Martha


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