Oneta 84

I HOPE YOU LAUGH; I still snicker in remembrance!

“He makes me to lie down in green pastures…” I’m glad that is not literal. I was so green the sheep would have grazed right over me. How green was I?

Here comes one story – I’ve got lots more I could tell but too much confession might ruin my “D.Min.” image! Aw, you all didn’t even have that image of me, did you?

I will say if everyone had been like me there would be no government budget problem.

Okay, here it comes. I was 18 and had just landed by first real full-time job—secretary for the Services for the Blind Director in the State Rehab office – a plum for an 18 year old. About mid-morning, I raised my hand to ask if I could go to the bathroom! Then to top that off, a supervisor came by and asked me for some white copy paper, I gave him one piece! I was fairly discerning, however, I quickly recognized by the look on his face, that he wanted more than one piece, and quickly gave him a whole “pinch” of paper—probably ten or twelve pieces!   

Yep, I was green. (“God leads his dear children along.”) It was a good job—a marvel how I got it! I was helping an invalid in her home a couple afternoons a week. I’m pretty sure I made 25 cents per hour. Walked from SW Bible College to her home around on MacArthur – about a mile. Anyway she liked me. She had a friend who was retiring from her state government job so she recommended me to her friend who recommended me to her boss.  That’s how he became my boss.  I was even better at shorthand and typing than I was at house cleaning and clothes washing.

God sure has pulled this green child along at times. To me he is Jehovah-rohi, my Guide.

Oh my, what a story to tell on oneself but it does show one of the marvelous works of God in my life.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. That is a good story, Oneda. You brought out the character of God in a real and practical way…and you didn’t diminish your image.
    I got a kick out of the green pasture reference. Thank you for sharing!

  2. floridaborne says:

    You certainly were lucky to get a government job. These days you have to take tests and if you’re not in the 95% or above you don’t have a chance (unless you have points added for being a veteran — which I have no problem with).

  3. Faye says:

    Thank you for this valuable sharing. It is good to remember the Grace of God in our early days. (I remember a child many years ago who was terrified of the 23rd Psalm. He had a teacher he hated who was of the older scream and hit brigade. Her name was Miss Murphy. The first time he heard the 23rd Psalm he cried and cried. He did not mind the lying down in green pastures but…….(He was terrified that Miss Murphy (mercy) was going to follow him all the days of his life. Poor little fellow took a bit of sorting out. Glad someone took the time to explain he had misheard and explained). Thanks for the memories.

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