Stranger In The Home…


A lovely sunny day! Off to work on Winning Worship Wednesday. The show was full and busy and fun. Jason was in with me from 7 to 9am. Tomorrow he’ll do between 8&9am as I’m off to a function. One of the features I did on the show today was about a ‘Stranger in the home’, let in there with full family permission,…

Stranger in the Home…
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning,Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions,but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my
ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?….
We just call him ‘TV.’
He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’
Their first child is “Cell Phone”.
Second child “I Pod ”

Pretty true hey!?

I met with friends after work. Leanne is back from Dubai and it was great to see her again…

For lunch I hadĀ  half a tramazzini with spinach, feta & olives. It was yum! And just enough…

Then I walked down the Mall to visit Christophere who smssed into the Rise and Shine show this morning to say he would be at Longbeach Mall today and I must pop in and say hello…

It was great to see him. When you pass by the FNB in Longbeach Mall on a Wednesday or Friday, go and say ‘hello!’Ā  He says he listens to Rise and Shine every day! šŸ™‚

Home now with plans for a fish pie for dinner. I’m just about done with preparation.

In my Quiet Time this morning, I read 2 Chronicles 16:9 which says “For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to Him”.

I just love that Bible verse! I wrote a devotion on it & posted it on this site on the Daily Devotion tab – look for “God Sees”.

Tomorrow Julian arrives. Friday evening we are all off to The Hiding Place at Fish Hoek High. It’s going to be great! I hope you can come too. Book at computicket. Tickets R65.

For Fun…a cricpic…

God bless you loads!

In His Grip,

Helga xx šŸ™‚

(Wife Of The Best Husband In The World!)

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