Saturday, April 26, 2014

Just Imagine by Tina Pinson

Tina here. You know I hate to admit it, but as a child I had some quirky ideas about life. My imagination was on constant overload. ( I got in trouble quite often for telling whoppers)
As a child I believed.

Trees came to life at night and their shadows moved across the wall.
You had to keep your window closed or they could snatch you out of bed.

Gravity held me to the earth, but if I spun hard enough I would fly off into space.

If I killed a spider all its friends and family would come crawl all over me while I slept.

Drinking chocolate milk gave me a tan.

The clothes in my closet came to life after midnight and held battles against each other. My blanket protected me from their weapons.

When I ate my body filled from the toes up. When I got too full I had to puke.
I used to stare at my feet just to see if I could see them fill up.

If I dug a hole deep enough, (as a kid that was probably ten feet) I'd reach China.

If I was quiet enough, I could hear the animals talking.

My father put a camper on our truck when we moved to Germany so we would have a place to live. People there still lived in caves. (And this I believed in 1969)
I could fly with an umbrella.
I could happen if the wind is just right.

If I acted angry and growled real loud when I was mad, my sisters would leave me alone because they were scared. Yeah, that one rarely worked. They laughed and bothered me more.

 You can see these were some silly things. And there are others, but I won't bore you.

 I've grown up now. Matured. Put away childish thoughts and things.

 For the most part.
In reality though.

I still catch myself blowing on dandelions, hoping my wishes come true.

Every so often I find myself skipping cracks.
I say knock on wood and cross my fingers.
I check my books on Amazon, religiously, thinking somehow if I stare long enough the numbers will fall and my books will sell.

I wish on stars although I don't really believe they'll come true.
I sometimes keep the wishbone.

I still wonder about those spiders and their families sometimes.

I make tents with my grandchildren and pretend I'm camping or on a wild safari.

I dance in rain puddles and sing. "Singing the Rain."

But I have stopped sending out chain letters because I'm pretty certain they don't work.

You're probably wondering why I'm saying all this. Admitting my childish thoughts.

Because imagination is a wonderful thing. A gift. It's not to be misused. We shouldn't let it lead us astray and into trouble. No. Like children, we need to turn our imaginations over to God and trust him to direct our thoughts, trust him to take wrong thoughts captive and show us dreams we never thought before. Like children we need to look for the wonder in creation around us.

From the mind of imagination comes new concepts, new stories. New Dreams.

Have you ever thought of an idea and kept it or used it for yourself and did nothing more, only to find someone else took the further step and got a patent? And consumers soon had a new product.

You can't stop at imagination and hope to fulfill a dream. Hope has to be engaged and steps taken to move you forward. I realize those steps can be scary. So you might just want to sit down and give up. But don't. It may Sit-Down Saturdays  here at Stitches Thru Time, but I want you to engage your thoughts. Your dreams.

How many failed attempts were there before the telephone? How many planes crashed before man flew?

Hope and vision carried the imagination of inventors the world over through trials and disappointment.

Just imagine how life would be if inventors and scientists just gave up?

No Cars. No Planes. No Trains. No Electricity. No Toilet. No Gum. No ATM's. No Books. No Paper. No… well you fill in the blanks.

What would you miss?

Proverbs 29 :18a (KJV) Where there is no vision the people perish…

Acts 2:17 (KJV) And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith the Lord, I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh: and your sons and daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions and your old men will dream dreams.

What has God seeded in your imagination that you need to give more attention to?

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  1. Thank you for delicately sharing your story. How enchanting. Yes, we must keep trying. I am now old, and I am still trying. When I was a teenager, I decided to write the life of Christ, but knew I was too young. I decided to write it when I was sixty. When I was sixty I wrote it: Soul Journey With Jesus. Fourteen years later, it is still not published. Perhaps the publishing world has expanded so much since the early days when publishers were begging for authors, that it has passed me by. But, as we used to say when I was a child, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

    1. Katheryn,

      Thank you so much for stopping in. It does seem like the world is inundated with writers, and yet it's still hard to get published through the older way. There are so many ways to print now. Maybe you could self print Soul Journey With Jesus through one of the online sites. So many are doing it, and have said it's pretty easy. I've considered it myself.

      It is wonderful to see that you haven't given up and that you do keep plugging away.

      God bless you in your endeavors.


  2. Love the post! Thank you so much for sharing and now I know :) I don't have to worry about being the silly one (at my age!) to dream and have an imagination a mile long! Enjoyed it much.

  3. Caroline,

    I am so glad that I could help you stop worrying about those silly notions that pop into your head from time to time. ;-) If there was a law against it, I would be in trouble.

    I hope you have an awesome day and your imagination takes flight. In a good way of course.


  4. Enjoyed your post--the silliness and the serious.

    1. Thank you, Kay. Glad you came by and said hello.

  5. Love your post! Can't believe we believed some of the same things. lol. Like gravity and digging a hole to China and being quiet enough to hear the animals talk. Fun post!

    1. LOL, Patricia. Weirdos.... I mean deep intellectual thinkers unite.

  6. Still can't step on a crack without wincing.

  7. :-). Your poor mother. I still try to skip over them.

  8. Tina, I love your post and some of the young at hear things to entails. Life is so interesting and the different things we think about or try or love make us who we are. We are all unique in every way but one thing we all have in common, we are all God's children. Thank you so much for what you do.

    mabuack55 at gmail dot com

    1. Hi Melanie, it is a blessing we are so unique. I think if everyone was like me it would be not only weird but BORING. Yet a lot of people try to act like others and miss the wonder of their life along the way.

  9. What a beautiful post!

    LOLing at stepping on cracks. Me too. And with a last name like mine, you can't get away with stuff like that in public. Ha! Ha!

    I also used to think if I ran down the aisles fast enough, I could "catch" the reflection of supermarket lights that gleamed on their waxed floors.

    I would miss the internet!!! Indoor plumbing is a big one, too.

    Thanks for sharing, Tina. :)

    1. Funny Miss Monk. Do you count light posts too? I bet if we took a poll there are gobs of people who skip cracks, touch fence slats. Count train cars. Hunt for roly polies. Oh wait. Who does that? I have never sped down the aisles... okay may I did, I didnt think of the lights I wanted to cart skate.

      Do you know people actually frown on cart skating?


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