My Toy

 

Lil Mo is a 1976 Postal Delivery Jeep. My husband found it for me on Ebay. I had a white Jeep before, and loved it. Somehow he sold it right from under me. He’s a car guy and buying and selling cars is something he does on a regular basis. I have learned much from him, especially about classic cars. One thing I learned quickly is that Rat Rods are so cool. Most Rat Rods are old trucks with souped up engines. Also, the rust is left on the vehicle and this is called patina. In a word, Lil Mo is crisp  … firm, dry, and brittle, all at once. I now have a Jeep and a Rat Rod all in one … sans the souped up engine, which is not a priority for me. Lil Mo rumbles around best at thirty miles per hour or less … just my speed.

I named him Lil Mo because we got him from a man in Montana. He and his sons played around trying to fix this and that. It originally belonged to a post-woman in Texas. My husband usually does the naming of things around here. He thought Lil Mo was a good name, but he said it refers to us having to pay a  lil mo money, and a lil mo money, and a lil mo money to keep him up and running! His assessment proved to be quite accurate. But I don’t care. We drive around town and get smiles and thumbs up and even people stopping at stop lights and chatting about how much they love our ride!

Oh, another cool thing is that the driver is on the right side, as any postal vehicle would. It has been a hoot learning to drive that way; yet, surprisingly, it didn’t take long for me to get the hang of it!

I said Lil Mo was my toy … more like my Lil Boy. At Halloween he sported a stuffed pumpkin zip-tied to the huge front mirror next to the hood. At Thanksgiving it was a turkey, with a fall leaf whirly thingy hooked on the back. During the Christmas Holidays Lil Mo was decked out in a spiffy wreath in golden bronze colors that went well with Lil Mo’s patina. For the summer he is wearing flashing white lights mimicking lightning bugs at night; by day the American flag proudly waves from a pole on the rear bumper. I almost forgot another really cool feature. Lil Mo has sliding doors … yeah … cause that’s what old Postal Jeeps needed to get packages and things in and out.

Well, I don’t know where I’m going with all this, except I wanted to share my toy, Lil Mo. I have been blessed to have all I need and so much of what I want.

Dear Lord, were I to have been born elsewhere in this world, I know my life would not have been this easy, nor would I have had the many opportunities to see and do. Thank You can never be enough; my whining and complaining needs to stop; gratitude, thankfulness, and acknowledgement of my many blessings should be my focus during our conversations. Please forgive my thoughtlessness; I will make gratitude a priority; I’m sure it will make a huge change in me and in the way I view the world; may my view of others in need help me become more compassionate.

Bless You, Father, for Your patience with me. I long to be the child You would have me be; I know I have grown, but I have so much more to learn. I remain a willing student. I love you, Jan

 

 

Count Your Blessings
Author: Johnson Oatman  1897

 

When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

 

Refrain:
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

 

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, ev’ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by. [Refrain]

 

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings, money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high. [Refrain]

 

So, amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end. [Refrain]

 

 

 

1 Chronicles 16:34  The Living Bible 
Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
His love and his kindness go on forever.

 

Psalm 69:30  The Message
Let me shout God’s name with a praising song,
Let me tell his greatness in a prayer of thanks.

 

Psalm 100  The Message

On your feet now—applaud God!
Bring a gift of laughter,
sing yourselves into his presence.
Know this: God is God, and God, God.
He made us; we didn’t make him.
We’re his people, his well-tended sheep.
Enter with the password: “Thank you!”
Make yourselves at home, talking praise.
Thank him. Worship him.
For God is sheer beauty,
all-generous in love,
loyal always and ever.

 

2 Corinthians 9:8-11  The Message 
God can pour on the blessings in astonishing ways so that you’re ready for anything and everything, more than just ready to do what needs to be done. As one psalmist puts it,

He throws caution to the winds,
giving to the needy in reckless abandon.
His right-living, right-giving ways
never run out, never wear out.

This most generous God who gives seed to the farmer that becomes bread for your meals is more than extravagant with you. He gives you something you can then give away, which grows into full-formed lives, robust in God, wealthy in every way, so that you can be generous in every way, producing with us great praise to God.

 

 

 

 

Crisp

firm, dry, and brittle.

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