Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

Whenever I see those words, "Mission Impossible,*" I remember Peter Graves and his weekly mission. "If you should accept it," well, that was always a given because he always did. Jim Phelps was always the best at what he did. Which brings me to another mission, impossible...or so it looks on the outside. The Bible is rife with examples of impossible missions, starting with Noah. So...tell me just how impossible it is for a vintner to build a boat? The interesting thing is, up until that time, the earth didn't have rain, so boats weren't needed, much less known. Now, if this isn't impossible enough, Noah was right about 500 years old when God told him to build the Ark, then told him to gather all the animals of the earth...two by two, except the 'clean' animals, of which he was to gather by sevens. He endured the ridicule of the people around him, but he also did what God told him to do. At the end of his work creating the Ark, the animals we...

Who are  you? No, really, who do you think you are? Who do people say you are? Are you a parent, grandparent? Blue collar, pink collar, white collar worker? Are you a daughter, a son? Who are you? Better yet, what is your identity? Are you straight, curved, gay, not gay, black, white, republican, democrat, independent, Christian, atheist, deist, Buddhist? Just who are you? Everyone identifies with something, believing that this is who they are, but for those of you who identify as a conservative, a good person, a Christian, just what makes you so? Last month, I attended a funeral. At this funeral I spoke with a couple regarding the person we just said goodbye to, and something they said hit me wrong. I probably should have said something, but I was still so raw with emotion that I didn't trust my words or attitude, so I chose to smile and say nothing. What they said was this: "So and so was a good person , we're sure (this person) is in Heaven now." While I did...

Today was choir practice, as is every Wednesday night. After we practice in the music suite, our Choir Leader shares a Bible verse or passage, and shows how to apply it to our lives. Generally, it is something that touches some of us, sometimes all of us, but rarely none of us. Today, I don't know if it touched anyone else but me, but this is what I got tonight. Technically, no specific verse was shared...if there was, I missed it because I was in awe of the message I got during the whole I'd say 5-10 minutes. What triggered it was two words: broken pieces. I found those words so profound, and then one word came to mind. Kaleidoscope. See, we all have broken pieces in our lives, whether it's family, friendships, work. There can be broken pieces that involve finances, health, and faith. The thing is, God sees and knows them all. In my mind's eye, I saw Him collecting them in His hand and then forming them into something amazing. Most of us are familiar with the chil...

Not quite two weeks ago, I got an epic rant going. I am not quite sure exactly what started it, but part of it was about our Freshman Congresswoman who said, 'Some people did something.' As I was ranting about it, the person I was blowing off steam to asked me a couple of questions. "How is their religion different than yours? How is where they go to worship different than where you go? How is what they believe, who they put their faith in, different than yours?" Let's just say, the rant was abruptly stopped. It took me this long to figure out the answers to these questions. See, the person who asked these things is on the fence, faith wise...not so much a follower of Jesus, but not exactly a dissenter. The questions threw me for a loop, and in my opinion, they shouldn't have. The Bible says that we should study the Word of God so that we have answers to those who question our faith. I had an answer, but it was pretty lame. Don't remember what it was...

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A song, a meme, a memory...all triggers for me. Perhaps they are for you, too. Hearing a certain song can bring a smile to our face or tears to our eyes. A meme can make you laugh, or has the power to may one cry. A memory can make your heart glad, or break it all over again. A week ago tomorrow, I received the news that my life-long friend had passed away. I don't know the particulars, really, just that she didn't have to go. See, she took her own life. I have been avoiding saying this even in person as much as I could, but it is what it is. This, in her eyes, was the only way to fix things. For years she had been suffering. From the first thing that broke her heart, her father's passing, to her last days with mental, physical, and spiritual pain, she felt alone, a bother to those who were helping her. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired, literally. For the last few years, I have been there for her...and this is not ringing my own bell, this isn't abou...

Today, after a very long battle, my best friend passed from this life. Sandy and I have been friends for over 47 years. I look at that number and am amazed. They say that any friendship that lasts longer than seven years will last a lifetime. I tend to agree. I mean, after seven years, a person, a 'friend' can see your quiet side, your wild side...all OCD tendencies you may have or whether you're a slob. Are you an introvert or an extrovert, they see that. Your strengths, your weaknesses, your quirks, if after seeing that for seven years and they still like you, well that person's a keeper. Sandy and I met in Jr. High School, Middle School for you youngsters. We were okay friends then, but when we went to High School, that's when our friendship gelled. To call us polar opposites was an understatement, I was the yang to her yin. I caught my Mom shaking her head on many occasions with us. I even took our mini bike a few times, on the back dirt roads to go over to t...