Today I went to the cemetary and cleaned and polished and buffed Mom, Dad, and brother, Bob's grave head stones. They shined like a well polished shoe. The grave stone next to Dad was neglected and grass covered almost all of the head stone....so I said, this poor woman who was a wife and mother was seemingly forgotten and so I pulled away all the grass and cleaned and polished and buffed her grave head stone too. Her name was Celia. I put fresh flowers on Mom's grave too. When July comes around, I will get a small flag and put it on Bob's grave and put nice flowers there too.
I told Bob...Your daughters are doing great and you were a great Dad. Happy Father's day Bob. I told Dad...I am who I am today because of all the lessons you taught me in my life. Your actions spoke louder than words...you worked hard every day to provide for me and you gave me encouragement and support when I needed it. Never was I more proud of you when you became a deacon and wore those special vestments giving your all to doing the Lord's work. I am proud to carry the Brady name...I may never fill your shoes..but I am doing my best to serve God by helping others in little ways and in big ways. You paved the path by delivering Turkey dinners to those who were going thru hard times and didn't have money to put food on the table. I remember the time when you and I together would give tootsie rolls to people that put money in our jars for the mentally challenged youngsters. You helped so many people. You were a special driver tr o those unable to get to their doctor appointments, those who needed to get groceries...I use my car also to help others. Happy Father's Day Dad!!
When mom was alive and we visited Dad and Bob's grave...she also bent down to take care of a headstone that was not in our family and it would be badly neglected..she would pull away the grass so you can see the name on the marker and if there were flowers that were long dead she would take them and throw them out. So now I am doing what she did.
We all need to make a difference in this world...To leave a legacy of kindness, to help others in their time of need.
Marianne Brady
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO NEED MY PRAYERS
Oh Jesus there are so many, so many people who need my prayers.
There are some who have no food to feed their families.
There are some pregnant teens who have no place to go.
There are some who have lost their jobs.
There are some in nursing homes who have no visitors.
There are some who live in chronic pain every single day.
There are some who are fighting an ugly war so far away.
There are some who have lost their homes.
Oh Jesus I feel so overwhelmed. There are so many people who need my prayers. The list is so long and it never ends. I lay all of my prayers before your feet.
There are some who are dying for love. Wanting a gentle hug, a caring card and a kind word.
There are some who are lost because they do not have you inside their hearts.
There are some who suffer from severe depression and irrational fears.
There are some who suffer from physical, emotional, and sexual abuse.
There are some who are very sick with cancer.
There are some who live in a prison cell for many, many years.
There are some who will never see the light of day because they have been aborted.
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus there are so many, so many people who need my prayers.
There are some who have no food to feed their families.
There are some pregnant teens who have no place to go.
There are some who have lost their jobs.
There are some in nursing homes who have no visitors.
There are some who live in chronic pain every single day.
There are some who are fighting an ugly war so far away.
There are some who have lost their homes.
Oh Jesus I feel so overwhelmed. There are so many people who need my prayers. The list is so long and it never ends. I lay all of my prayers before your feet.
There are some who are dying for love. Wanting a gentle hug, a caring card and a kind word.
There are some who are lost because they do not have you inside their hearts.
There are some who suffer from severe depression and irrational fears.
There are some who suffer from physical, emotional, and sexual abuse.
There are some who are very sick with cancer.
There are some who live in a prison cell for many, many years.
There are some who will never see the light of day because they have been aborted.
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus there are so many, so many people who need my prayers.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
JESUS IS COMING
Jesus isn't coming in an airplane
Jesus isn't coming in a train
Jesus isn't coming in a 4 door mustang
But if you look up up into the clear blue sky
you will see Jesus riding on a cloud way up high
Maybe Jesus is coming tomorrow. Maybe Jesus is coming
on a warm day in June
Jesus is a coming, Jesus is a coming, Oh Yes, Jesus is a coming
mighty soon.
Get ready to sound the trumpet. Get ready to beat those drums.
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready when Jesus comes?
Jesus isn't coming in an airplane
Jesus isn't coming in a train
Jesus isn't coming in a 4 door mustang
But if you look up up into the clear blue sky
you will see Jesus riding on a cloud way up high
Marianne Brady Written on February 24th, 2011
Jesus isn't coming in a train
Jesus isn't coming in a 4 door mustang
But if you look up up into the clear blue sky
you will see Jesus riding on a cloud way up high
Maybe Jesus is coming tomorrow. Maybe Jesus is coming
on a warm day in June
Jesus is a coming, Jesus is a coming, Oh Yes, Jesus is a coming
mighty soon.
Get ready to sound the trumpet. Get ready to beat those drums.
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready when Jesus comes?
Jesus isn't coming in an airplane
Jesus isn't coming in a train
Jesus isn't coming in a 4 door mustang
But if you look up up into the clear blue sky
you will see Jesus riding on a cloud way up high
Marianne Brady Written on February 24th, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
OH MY DEAR JESUS
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH GREAT HEALER OF MINE
TOUCH ME ALL OVER AND MAKE ME JUST FINE
OH MY DEAR JESUS HOW AWESOME ARE YOU
BLESS MY FRIENDS THAT PRAY FOR ME TOO
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH SAVIOUR DIVINE
YOU ARE SO PATIENT, LOVING, AND KIND
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH POTTER, CREATOR OF ALL HEAVEN AND EARTH
MY PRECIOUS NAME WAS KNOWN, SO LONG SO LONG BEFORE MY BIRTH
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH YOU ARE SO FAITHFUL AND TRUE
YOU TOOK AWAY MY SINS AND MADE ME JUST LIKE NEW
MARIANNE BRADY
TOUCH ME ALL OVER AND MAKE ME JUST FINE
OH MY DEAR JESUS HOW AWESOME ARE YOU
BLESS MY FRIENDS THAT PRAY FOR ME TOO
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH SAVIOUR DIVINE
YOU ARE SO PATIENT, LOVING, AND KIND
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH POTTER, CREATOR OF ALL HEAVEN AND EARTH
MY PRECIOUS NAME WAS KNOWN, SO LONG SO LONG BEFORE MY BIRTH
OH MY DEAR JESUS OH YOU ARE SO FAITHFUL AND TRUE
YOU TOOK AWAY MY SINS AND MADE ME JUST LIKE NEW
MARIANNE BRADY
FIRED FROM THE POST OFFICE
I feel so sad inside of me
because I lost my job you see
Oh yes I came...ready to walk that beat in rain or shine each day.
Delivering those letters of joy and sadness and even some bills for you to pay.
Now it's been 7 months since they told me I was fired.
I've been fighting so long and hard and now I'm very tired.
They stripped away my bag and my beat that for 10 years once belonged to me.
I'm still in pain and angry too...It really can't be happening...It just can't be!
My very special trademark was that burlap mail bag and those expensive black shoes
Which carried tons of mail and walked a million miles in my uniform blues.
I feel so sad inside of me
because I lost my job you see.
Marianne Brady This poem was written in 1995
because I lost my job you see
Oh yes I came...ready to walk that beat in rain or shine each day.
Delivering those letters of joy and sadness and even some bills for you to pay.
Now it's been 7 months since they told me I was fired.
I've been fighting so long and hard and now I'm very tired.
They stripped away my bag and my beat that for 10 years once belonged to me.
I'm still in pain and angry too...It really can't be happening...It just can't be!
My very special trademark was that burlap mail bag and those expensive black shoes
Which carried tons of mail and walked a million miles in my uniform blues.
I feel so sad inside of me
because I lost my job you see.
Marianne Brady This poem was written in 1995
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Brady: I HEAR YOU NOW,LORD
Brady: I HEAR YOU NOW,LORD: "I was a young woman when I left home for the first time. I found a small cheap one room to live in. I had to share a bathroom do..."
I HEAR YOU NOW,LORD
I was a young woman when I left home for the first time. I found a small cheap one room to live in. I had to share a bathroom down the hall. It wasn't anything at all like home but it would be just fine.
One day a couple who also lived in this flat, asked me if I would like to come to church with them. At first I was reluctant because I did not know them very well, but as I listened to them talk about God , I knew what they were talking about, for I have known God all my life.
I sat in the back seat of the car and as we were driving on our way to church and the battery in my hearing aid was fading fast. I looked into my purse for another battery but I could not find one. I dug my hands into the pockets of my jacket hoping to find a battery to be there. I felt a battery in one pocket but when I saw it, my heart sank. I had an awful, sick feeling in my stomach. The battery was green and corroded. I knew it was ruined and was not good for anything. In despair, I sat there staring at this dead battery. I heard a familiar voice come from deep within my heart . God was speaking and he said, "Put the battery in your hearing aid and turn it on." I protested and said, "But Lord, the battery is worthless!" Again with a gentle voice the Lord spoke, " Put the battery in your hearing aid and turn it on!" "Lord", I answered, "Surely you don't mean it!" The voice this time was gentle as before, but added a firm tone, and said, "put it on!"
Finally. I said, "Okay, Lord". I put that corroded green battery in and turned on my hearing aid. With amazement, I soon heard sounds coming into my ear. I began to cry with deep sadness because I did not obey the Lord's voice right away. Oh Lord, I am so sorry that I did not listen to you the first time. Thank you for your wonderful miracle! I love you Lord. Help me to share this story so that whoever reads it will believe in you Lord. You are truly awesome!!
Marianne Brady
One day a couple who also lived in this flat, asked me if I would like to come to church with them. At first I was reluctant because I did not know them very well, but as I listened to them talk about God , I knew what they were talking about, for I have known God all my life.
I sat in the back seat of the car and as we were driving on our way to church and the battery in my hearing aid was fading fast. I looked into my purse for another battery but I could not find one. I dug my hands into the pockets of my jacket hoping to find a battery to be there. I felt a battery in one pocket but when I saw it, my heart sank. I had an awful, sick feeling in my stomach. The battery was green and corroded. I knew it was ruined and was not good for anything. In despair, I sat there staring at this dead battery. I heard a familiar voice come from deep within my heart . God was speaking and he said, "Put the battery in your hearing aid and turn it on." I protested and said, "But Lord, the battery is worthless!" Again with a gentle voice the Lord spoke, " Put the battery in your hearing aid and turn it on!" "Lord", I answered, "Surely you don't mean it!" The voice this time was gentle as before, but added a firm tone, and said, "put it on!"
Finally. I said, "Okay, Lord". I put that corroded green battery in and turned on my hearing aid. With amazement, I soon heard sounds coming into my ear. I began to cry with deep sadness because I did not obey the Lord's voice right away. Oh Lord, I am so sorry that I did not listen to you the first time. Thank you for your wonderful miracle! I love you Lord. Help me to share this story so that whoever reads it will believe in you Lord. You are truly awesome!!
Marianne Brady
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