By Juanita Barnes
“Loving…. In Spite of…” God never said that people would not let us down or wouldn’t cause us pain. Yet he did plainly tell us that we are still commanded to love them as He has loved us. We can’t walk around keeping score of the wrongs and constantly reminding people of their faults. Even worse, we should never contemplate ways to return hurt to people for the things they’ve done to us. Matter of fact, if we are really honest with ourselves, we could make another list that looks like this. I have hurt someone’s feelings. I have disappointed someone. I have mistreated someone. I have spoken negatively about someone. I have misunderstood someone. I may have even intentionally misused or abused someone. Let us think of what we say and do to others. Will finish “Love,” next week.
HELLO MORENO VALLEY
“Where Dreams Soar”
Moreno Valley the city is having another Pet In The Park Adoption Day Saturday, March 31, 2012, beginning at 8:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. at Sunnymead Park, 12655 Perris Blvd. at Fir Avenue. In the event of rain, the alternate date will be scheduled for April 7, 2012. For more information call (951) 413–3280.
Public Art Exhibit: Artist are invited to participate in the City of Moreno Valley’s art display. All artist need to reside, work or have been born in Moreno Valley. These requirements also apply to works of art submitted by family members of deceased artist. Art will be displayed April 1, 2012 to June 30, 2012. For more information contact (951) 413–3280.
The Moreno Valley Black Chamber of Commerce is looking for sponsors for their major upcoming events, including the Annual Business Conference/Expo and Madam C. J. Walker Luncheon in May. This is a fundraiser for scholarships and other training programs. For more information contact (951) 443–0226 or firstname.lastname@example.org or visit their website at www.mvbcc.org.
The deadline is approaching for the Military Banner Program. The City of Moreno Valley continues to install military appreciation banners that display resident’s names, photos, and branches of services in support of our local military personnel and to instill a sense of patriotism and pride throughout our community. Their goal is to honor and recognize those men and women who have served in the past or are currently serving, whether defending the homefront or serving overseas. For more information contact the city’s Parks and Recreation Department at (951) 413–3701 or visit www.moval.org.
My granny raised me as a child and I remember sitting with my granny as she shared life’s lessons with me. I remembered in later years how my granny’s hands looked to me and when this was sent to me, I wanted to share it with you in the hopes that it will help you as it did me: GRANDMA’S HANDS – “Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was ok. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was ok. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. ‘Yes I’m fine, thank you for asking,’ she said in a clear strong voice … I didn’t mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were ok, I explained to her. ‘Have you ever looked at your hands?’ she asked. I mean really looked at your hands? I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. Grandma smiled and related this story: Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled up my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped, raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren and shook fists of anger when I didn’t understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, washed and cleaned the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when He leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.” I will never look at my Hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma’s hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt and sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been strong and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. Today was my day to spend with the Spirit of my granny. Next week I will speak of my visit with my son and grandson.
LEE I’m so sorry to go over my limit, but it was such a rainy day and I remember how on cold rainy day. She would make a big (not large) but a big pot of soup and some corn bread with butter and honey on top and serve it while it was “HOT” oh my it was so good. Today is just one of those days and my son leaves tomorrow. Would you please find room for me in the paper thanking you in advance. Mother Barnes
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