PROFOUND THOUGHT!?

SOMETHING FROM EACH YEAR OF SCHOOL!

• KINDERGARTEN- my teacher's name was Mrs. Applanap.
• FIRST- I was mad because Sam got to go to afternoon kindergarten, so he got to watch all the cool television shows I was missing.
• SECOND- I told my teacher that my Dad was a werewolf, because I had overheard a conversation in which Mom said something to that effect.
• THIRD- had my first male teacher, he called all of us girls "Lady Bugs."
• FOURTH- I thought my Mom was going to die because the baby she was carrying was "killing her."
• FIFTH- I met my friend, Cindy Grove. (Don't know where she is now!)
• SIXTH- Terry Miller pretended to kiss me in the back of the room by the coat rack, so everyone thought he was my boyfriend. (?)
• SEVENTH- I thought FFA would be a fun club to join. I became friends with Julie Lehman, who had cows of her very own!
• EIGHTH- I ran for president of my class, but I lost.
• NINTH- I moved to Felton with Mom and met Laura Goughnour at school (was in her wedding later.)
• TENTH- second year of being a manager for the track and field team.
• ELEVENTH- I wrote some poems about how I thought people felt when they wanted to commit suicide. When I showed them to Mr. Tracey, he made me get counseling.
• TWELTH- on the first day of school I cried, because so many of my friends had graduated the year before. At graduation, I cried, because I would never be a student at Red Lion ever again, and had to grow up.
• COLLEGE FRESHMAN- I was the one girl who lost instead of gaining weight when I went away to college.
• COLLEGE SOPHOMORE- Even though I was very active in Campus Ministry and pledged Kappa Phi (Christian sorority) I felt very alone and far away from God.

I'm glad I'm a life long student of everything. This way I can keep in touch with my early education, yet continue to grow in new directions. I'm, also, not very encouraged when I read what I learned in fifteen years of schooling.

ODE TO FORTY YEARS

Forty years have come and gone. Forty years I've been Rosa Lee Culp. Forty years... Can't wait until I hit fifty. Maybe then I'll have something to write about.

PRINCE CHARMING

Have you seen Prince Charming? No, not that guy! The one my Mother and friends keep saying was made for me. You've heard this before. Why am I still single? What's wrong with me? Is my hair the wrong color, length, texture, style? Am I too fat? Are my ankles too thick? Am I too smart, or too dumb? Am I too particular? Did God really make "a man" just for me? Did I already say no to Mr. Right? Did Mr. Right know that he was supposed to say "Will you?" Was my Mr. Right killed in a car accident, plane crash, sporting accident? Did I miss Mr. Right because I was too busy with Mr. Rightnow? Did I mistake Mr. Right for Mr. Rightnow and walk away from him? Enough of that, let's try some new tactic. Okay, Mr. Right does in fact exist (remember, it's my story, I'll tell it how I want.) Will I over look him because he's too fat, too short, disabled, has the "wrong" color eyes, or hair, or skin? Will I mistake him for the guy with curly hair, straight hair, gray hair, no hair? Will I miss meeting him because I'm too busy to go to that party? Will I be to involved in my book, or magazine to look up and see him walk by, or sit and watch me while I'm in the bookstore? Does he live in Pa.? Should I move to Maine? Does he hate the ocean? Hate cats? Do I need to lose weight so he can see me? Is he the guy my friends want to introduce me to? Is he the guy my friends can't stand to be around? Did I go to school, college, church or work with him? Is he already a part of my life? Is he the drunk sitting at the other end of the bar staring at me, passing out, drinking a beer, a whiskey, a glass of wine? Is he the cop who once pulled me over for speeding? What does he like? Where does he live? What are his hobbies? Where does he work? Does he like to watch television? Does he like to read books? Can he read books? Does he know I'm looking for him? Is he looking for me? Have we both just given up on each other? Will it help to pray for him? Does he pray for me? Once again I ask, "Are you sure God made him?" Is it possible that I was made to be alone? If so, why do I feel the need to mother and nurture? Why do I want to be married? Why do I feel like I've missed out on being a Mom? Does he drive a car or a pickup? Does he even drive at all? My head is starting to hurt. There are way to many variables. Way to many choices. Way to many varieties, vagaries, decisions. Maybe I'll just keep trusting in God, and live life as it comes to me. I'm looking for Prince Charming, but let me tell you, some days I think I would settle for a frog!

Mom is Mom

Happy Mother's Day to all! Mom is Mom, Mom is great. Mom is Mom, Mom is good. Mom is Mom, Mom is forgiving. Mom is Mom, Mom is life. Mom is Mom, Mom is light. Mom is Mom, Mom is care. Mom is Mom, Mom is Help! Mom is Mom, Mom is yours. Mom is Mom, Mom is mine. Mom is Mom, Mom is love. Mom is Mom, Mom is a gift from our God above!

ORANGES: MY FAV. FRUIT

Oranges are sweet and tart at the same time. They are juicy yet filling. They are full of vitamin C with lots of fiber. The orange peel has a lovely rippled texture that is soft to the touch. The color is vibrant without hurting the eye. In a basket arrangement the orange stands out yet blends beautifully with the other fruit colors. The circular shape of oranges is appealing, too. All children love to play with balls. I remember my Nan Culp and Nan Ness always put oranges in our Christmas stockings. When I was in Junior High School, I won first place for orange sales in our FFA club. The orange reminds me of summer because it looks like the sun. Isn't it funny that a fruit I received as a Christmas present all throughout my childhood would remind me of winter's opposite season? I don't think I've ever met someone who didn't like the flavor of oranges. I know many people who's digestive systems can't handle the acid in oranges. Yet, these same people will often endure the consequences to enjoy the flavor. God did a good thing in the orange. Its seeds are large enough to be easily removed from the fruit, but they aren't so large that they take a lot of space within the fruit. I think the orange must be near about perfect.

Childless

I am barren, hollow, bereft, empty. Never given the gift of conception, internal growth, birth. The next generation is not mine to mold, shape, nurture. No husband, no child, all alone in this place. I must be patient. There is a better place coming to me. My faith must provide the sustenance of my living. I am not chosen. Through all of this, I am not gift less. I must hold to the creativity He has given to me. I must write, paint, feed the birds, crochet, sew, cook, and love the prodigy of other women's bodies. Because my gifts can not be held inside. I can not withdraw inside of myself. I must love and use the gifts He has given, and not mourn the ones withheld. Give me, please Father, the strength to hold up my head, and continue joyfully through life. Lift me up in Your arms, shelter me. Be the family which is withheld. Give me friends with children for me to love. Thank you for all. Amen

Can YOu Hear Him Now?

My God is calling to me right now. I answer Him by exposing myself in letters formed to words in a written format, so others may share in the gift He has given to me. He does not need a land line or a cell phone, the internet is installed in my heart of hearts. When He calls, there is a peace and a stillness that enters my soul. The birds stop singing, or seem to. My cats go lie down. The telephone doesn't ring. The television loosens it's hold on me. There is nothing on the radio. "Hello? God? Yes, it's me, Rosa. Yes, I hear you now." He tells me secrets. He whispers truth. He shares comfort. He centers my soul. He realigns my vision. He has mastered communications 101, as He is the master of everything else. He brings new perspective to the trials of life. He brings new perspective to the joys of life. He brings the things I need to survive. He very often provides the things I want. He has gifted me with many talents. I am a vessel for Him to fill, and I very often overflow with recognition of His provision for me. When my vessel(self) feels empty, I cry out to Him for fulfillment. Right now my vessel is full. When I write, my vessel is sharing it's blessing with the people God calls to Himself. "God is good." How paltry is that word in reference to Him? Yet, it seems to me to say it all, simply and concisely. Thank you, God, Father, Savior, Deliverer, Provider, "Verizon support team" of the universe.

Promotion for Rosa

Hey Everyone, Just wanted to share some exciting news. I have received a promotion at work! I will be moving to the North Hills Rd Rutter's on April 27th as the Second Shift Lead Person. This is the next step I need to make on my way to becoming a manager with the Rutter's Company. I am in the process of pursuing a Roving Deli Manager position. Please, pray for my continuing success and a quick promotion to follow on the heals of this one.Thank you to everyone who has pushed, prodded, poked, and in general supported me and helped me to become the person I am today. God bless, Rosa

Introspection on time

"Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein." -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

I think we set ourselves up for failure when we compare ourselves to others. If God had wanted me to be a Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, or Mother Teresa He would not have made me a Rosa Culp. I am the unique individual He created. He formed me, blessed me, made me and when finished said, "She is good." This is not an excuse for things I do wrong or mistakes I make. It is not a conceited effort to put myself forward as an example to others. However, I have been convinced that I am who, how and as He intended. Any other belief leads down a road of depression, self loathing and regrets. I make myself say "I am not perfect. But, I am perfectly designed." As you see, the flaw is not in the actual object (self), it's in the understanding of the machinations that are me. If we stop to refocus, or look at ourselves from another place or viewpoint we can often see a beauty that will stun us. We must look at ourselves through our Father's eyes.