The bandwagon has left the station

 

 

I keep noticing the bandwagons as they have already left the station.
They’re hard to miss when the hot air of hypocrisy fuels them to roar pitch.

The definition for bandwagon is as follows;
*A wagon used for carrying a band in a parade or procession
*A particular activity or cause that has suddenly become fashionable or popular.

I’m of the opinion that when the “I’m right/you’re wrong” flag is boldly paraded there is always potential that just cause/healing and change get lost in theatrics/ego and chaos. True victims get thrown under the bandwagon bus time and time again. The attempt for real change becomes more about the movement of the bandwagon and not what propelled it from the station in the first place. The bandwagon becomes the mob.

The definition of mob is as follows;
*A large crowd of people, especially one that is disorderly and intent on causing trouble or violence.
*Crowd around (someone) in and unruly or excitable way in order to admire or attack them.

The mob bullies its way past logic and fact, the primary purpose being to divide and concur. I don’t much care for the mob mentality and find it quite disturbing but then again isn’t that the goal? Shouldn’t we question when the encouragement to think, listen or debate is replaced with passive/aggressive, group think, and above all hypocritical behaviors.
While I do realize for sure there is strength in numbers, I so appreciate the courage it takes to stand up and be counted as not part of the crowd. I absolutely believe within each bandwagon hurling it’s way to mob rule is the hurtful attempt to exploit another’s pain and that for some the solution is in making sure there ain’t any.

 

 

 

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With Eyes Wide Shut

 

Matthew 16:24
Then Jesus told His disciples, if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”

I do not see, because i choose to see not
With eyes wide shut, the soul to rot
My God, my God I cry to thee
As He continues to reach beyond the me
In the attempt for self, I’m brought to my knees
It is from the broken and battered
His compassion, our heart best sees
In Him I praise His full embrace
He held me close as I turned my face
Never to leave me in the dark
He shines a light that leaves His mark
And now I see, from where compassion grows
It is through His grace that mercy shows
I praise you Father for the gift in sight
And loving me through my own might

 

 

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Pondering Poetic

Mark 9:24
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”

For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived

In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us as we gasp for air in the panic of life’s mid-fall
Praise God, for the breath of faith He offers us each all

Jeremiah 1:5
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”

Where have all the unborn gone
Long time passing
Where have all the unborn gone
All those many souls

Does the soul come with our first breath
Upon the beating of our hearts
Or does it come in His breath
From where each soul finds start

Conception to creation of soul
That is meant to be
This I believe comes before
What we are meant to see

I believe within that heart that beats
Has already a soul been formed
And not one to terminate but rather celebrate
The miracle has been performed

From Trash to Treasure (taped to memory)

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As I drove up to the yard sale and saw this beauty, it took a lot for me not to jump out of the car while still moving. I was almost in salivation mode while walking (running) up to the owner.
Needless to say I bought it for a reasonable price and enjoyed thoroughly the process of restoration. Well I enjoyed most of it. The one thing that drives me nuts is finding TAPE adhered to wood. I do not understand why anyone tapes wood and have decided that while I’m trying to refrain in the curse word department, TAPE is my new four letter word.

From “dragon ass” to spreading my wings in “dragonfly”

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Anyone who is blessed enough to live in the land of four seasons, knows there comes a time when we got to admit, we’re tired of white and wet stuff that looks a lot like snow.
Man after a long hard winter, I’m startin to feel more than a little cabin fever and can’t wait to break lose of this ass I’ve been “dragon” all winter long.
Now I just want to spread my “yardsale dragonfly” wings and breath in the old, stank vintage air of antique past, longing for the rebirth of spring.

Greedy Little Piggy (that I am), I’ll Continue To Count My Many Blessings

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In most of our lives, hustle, bustle, toil and sometimes trouble are not a rarity but the norm.
It’s an unfortunate fact of life, that on occasion we get so caught up in the act of living that we can become numb to the art of life.

Tonight I had a much needed reminder, that in all things, when they be simple and from the heart of another comes some mighty good medicine (aka mojo).

For me, it’s when I force myself to stop, breath and appreciate those around me and the abudance of gifts they are blessed with, that I really and truly relax.

I’m countin my blessings and praising my Lord tonight!!!!

Not Just Talking Out My “boro”, TGIF and More

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With my feet barely touching the floor, my fingers type away with the kind of zeal that only comes from the end of a hard week of work and a fine glass of wine.

Oh how I’m anticipatin’ un-alarming that no good, dirty rotten alarm clock tonight.
Lord, knows at my age (vintage) I am so grateful to be employed and at the same time, at my age (again, vintage) I am not so grateful that I still have to be employed!!!!

Oh, well I remind myself this evening that is why God made weekends, so we could do all the laundry, clean the house, do the shopping, wash the car, pay the bills and then RELAX.

I remember doing all this when my kids were little. Really, not so much has changed except for the fact that now I’m old enough I kind of smile even when I bitch.

I observe those around me, some still hard at work, some retired and some forced into early retirement.

I remind myself that the grass is never so green as in our own backyard and that each and every one of us has the ability to make it, break it or grab it by the ____
and run with it.

I choose this beautiful Friday evening to get my bitchin out-of-the-way, count my many blessings and then run with each and every one of them into tomorrow.

TGIF, us each and everyone!!!!

“windows are not made for looking out but more for looking in.”

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When I was a child I had my Dottie She was my salvation. I loved her, I adored her and I miss her to this day. Dorothy Kathryn Jenkins (Mobley) was my grandmother. God really broke the mold with Dot. … Continue reading

If I Knew Then, What I Now Know

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If I knew then that my sister and brothers would many years later find so much humor in the fact that my mama dressed me funny (even in pajamas),
I would most definitely find a smaller pair to wear, just so we could share a belly laugh together as only siblings can do.

If I knew then that aluminum Christmas trees were only a novelty,
I would have stocked up. I did so love to lay in front of that tree with the color wheel turning. I would stare at the ceiling for hours on end, probably a precursor to a few little trips (if you know what I mean and if your old and lived through the 70’s, you should) I took a not so many years later.

If I knew then that my father would grow old and tired,
I would not have wasted so much time being angry with him and more time celebrating the man he was.

If I knew then my mother did love me as only a mother can,
I for sure would have not held onto childhood hurts that only ended up hurting her too.

It wasn’t until some years later I realized my family is everything I am.
They are a gift that I have many times over been afraid to love fully.

I wish I knew then what I now know.