Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Times When Life Seems Hard




We’ve all probably had some days (and maybe even a few  years) when life for various reasons didn't seem to be going our way!

Have you ever been there ?

I’ve had my share of those times, where I felt like nothing was working and everything was totally out of whack.

 I’ve even had some frustrating days where I just couldn't seem to get anything accomplished.

Today was one of those days. I got out of bed and started getting dressed, when a pain shot thru my back leaving me unable to do hardly anything for a few hours. 

Thank God for the doctors at  Emergency care and my family  doctor  and eight weeks of therapy.

I'm good to go again; it amazes me at the good things the medical field can do to help us now a days.

In the grand scheme of things though, a stressful day or two doesn’t have to impact life or eternity all that much.

Its in those relentless  times of sickness, financial stress, marriage strain, and so forth that the stress and frustration can seem overwhelming.

Here are a few things I’ve learned in difficult times
that have helped me and I pray they help you as well!

Most of the time what happens to us, we seldom have much control over, but we can always control how we choose to respond.

Every difficulty in your life, whether big or small, is something God will use to produce more strength, faith and perseverance in you, if you let Him!

 I find in difficult moments when I choose to stop complaining about the things that went wrong.

And begin to give thanks to God for the  things that went right, the parts that seem so bad, start seeming much less significant.

Regardless of how much I dislike unexpected problems.

I find  they always seem to work out  for the good, if we  stay calm and put our faith and  trust  in God, and let Him fight our battles  for us.


Until Next Time,   God Bless.

Coleman  Schell


P.S. This Meditation was written the second week of November 2014 when the back injury occurred, I am blessed to be fully recovered  and enjoying good health  again. (Thank You Lord)














Sunday, February 15, 2015

A long night




On February 22, 1948 the year of the Lord, our family spent a long night, it was the night brother James was born.

A blustery snowy time out side, some 24 inches of snow fell during the night.

Up until this time, Mother had delivered all her children with the aide of a mid-wife.

But for this one, they decided to use Dr.Charles  Wathen, the community physician .

Dr. Wathen tried to get to our home before dark.

But the roads were slippery and bad,he parked  his car at uncle Tipp and Grover's.

Dad  had been waiting there for a while, to help him walk to our little house. 

Dad found a walking stick for each of them to stabilize themselves while walking through the two foot of snow.

Grandpa Schell had taken us kids home with him earlier, to spend the night.

The beauty of the fresh snow presented a post card setting.

 That night I slep with my two uncles Dewey, and Arthur Schell, in a feather bed.

 I nearly roasted from all their body heat, I was  so happy when  day light came and it was time to get up.

James was born, a little  before  sun  rise .

I told Mother when we arrived back home the next morning ,that night was  the longest night of my life.

She said "Amen" Coleman I know what you mean, I'm happy its over too, do you want to hold your brother James?

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

P.S.  Happy Birthday James ! I hope we don't have all that snow  you had when you were born on the 22nd, here in Michigan.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

An Amazing Mom



Looking back over my life, I often wish I could have done better with some things.

Especially writing and spelling.

I  marveled at mothers skill with spelling and writing, it seemed so easy for her, I  struggled with spelling and  writing  and came to her often  for help.

During my years of schooling , I never once stumped mother with anything in spelling.

She had just an eighth grade education, but could spell with the best of them.

In fact she won a spelling competition at  Union School in Laurel County, sponsored by "THE COURIER-JOURNAL" Louisville Ky.  in 1931.

Her accomplishment in spelling, seemed as if it was a God given talent .

Much of Mothers life  involved spelling and writing, she wrote and kept a diary of things that  she encountered, especially pertaining to family and the little things of life.

God truly blessed us with a wonderful mother.

She lead by example ,and taught us the good ways of life.

Helped us to find and to see the little things she cared so much about .

Little things meant a lot to her, it always seemed she could find them where ever she went.

 Wish I could have grasp more of her wisdom and talent, they were precious.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Molly

 Molly

When Molly was born the world was in for a surprise.

Molly wasn't your normal everyday  calf; she didn't resemble any of her previous siblings and had a personally all of her own.

Right away she became inquisitive  .

Seeking friendship with all the barn yard residents.

Even to the point where most of them rejected her because of her zealous and curious behavior.

Especially the kittens they learned when Molly came out to play. " Time to make hast".


Molly's father was of the Holstein family and her mother Daisy, was  a Jersey.

Maybe that had something to do with it we never knew.

When Molly reached 7 weeks of age and time to be weaned.

She wasn't in any mood to share any of her milk. 

Dad had to figure out away for us to get Daisy's milk, instead of molly having it all.

So he invented a gadget he called a calf weaner, it was a muzzle that fit over Molly's face, and had sharp prongs ; when Molly tried to nurse Daisy it would poke her,  and Daisy...  saved her milk for us... "what an invention".

In fact the invention was so successful 70 years later; at one of  our Parman Brock Reunions fundraisers, it was auctioned off, and I was blessed to purchase it for $35.00.

 Today it is one of my prized processions .

When Molly reached 22 months of age she became a Mother herself, before it was time for her due date Dad  sold her,  to raise money for the family.

We never got to know what Molly's off spring may have been like, but if I know Molly her calf most likely  would have been  adventurous just like her.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell