Codicile to of Angry Woman

Well............we have codicils to wills so whay not a codicile to a blog?

Actually it is just an addition to my thought process as days pass and a new day of study has taken place. I just thought these words were profound to me.

"This week we're going to do the same; we're going to tell our souls to bless the Lord and forget not His benefits so our thought closets will be teeming with praise and profitable memories. Let's begin with "forgetting not!" Memories can be our best associates or our worst adversaries." Jennifer Rothschild in "Me Myself and Lies."

Her question what do you think makes the difference between the memories becoming friends or foes? My answer...in one sense they become teachers rather than judges.

Now for the profound thought I alluded to. "I think our recollections become friends when we learn from them and allow them to represent God's benefits. They turn into enemies when we avoid, glorify or ignore them." The verse she was referring to was Psalm 103:2. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not his benefits: However, I read the rest of the chapter and it truly blessed my soul. And therefore that could be the reason the statement was so profound to me.

It isn't difficult for me to understand my statements because I am doing the study but my thought closet is my mind and what sticks in my mind affects my everyday life when I either don't bother to think about it or else it jumps out of my mouth in the most inconvenient times when I have let it come to the forefront and confront me with memories that promote inner anger or frustration.

It is said you are what you eat. Well it may be true also you are what you think you are.

I am going to try and recall the names of people or the events in my thought closet that will remind me of the benefits of God. I believe that is what Jennifer is trying to put across in her lesson.

Yesterday was a memory and the beginning of a story in my head. As Jo said in "Little Women" I have dozens of little stories going on in my head.

My friend and I were returning home from a trip to Tyler and she asked if we could stop at the "Pea Picker." It is a little bookstore that sells used books. What a beautiful memory for such a in my mind, silly thing. My friend can spend two hours at any clothes rack that she comes across because she must look at every single item. So after standing watching her and shifting from one foot to the other I couldn't stand the old nagging pain that gets in my back so I migrated to the front and found me an easy chair. As I sat there all alone, I thought about the tiny noise of an airconditioner somewhere in the building and the whir of the ceiling fans everywhere and sat and enjoyed the peace and quiet. The smell of the books and perhaps a faint odor of some sort of furniture polish, permeated the air and gave it another sense of contentment. I don't believe I have ever seen as many books in my life. They were on shelves from the ceiling to the floor on every wall and little iles of thin book shelved lined the entire building.

Most of those that know me will attest to the fact I have checked out the ladies room if I have been there ten minutes and I did and it was so clean and neat just like all those shelves. Oh! I wish I could borrow the person that dusted all those books and shelves just for two hours. My windows are all open and my furniture all shows the results. Of course it was showing the results before I opened the windows.

I hope when I am seeking a little memory for solace that I will recall April 29, 2010 when we spent an hour in the "Pea Picker" bookstore.