Life is a saga

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Life is a saga, a long and complicated story with many details. It doesn’t matter who you are, if you live very long at all this applies. Our life begins on page one, with our birth and if you have ever been in a room of women discussing childbirth, that can be a saga in itself. We live, we learn, we grow and we change.

We all have a story but it’s what we do with our stories that can make a difference. I was discussing this a little bit in my Sunday school class this morning. We go through things sometimes that make no sense, seasons filled with trials and tribulations. They are going to touch each one of us, but oh the difference when we allow God to teach us through them instead of sinking and wallowing in a big warm pile of self-pity.

I’m not saying not to grieve or that it’s wrong to cry, but when we’re done, get up and move on and let what we have learned, even when it was a tough, teach someone else. Some of the things I have been through in my life have allowed me to counsel or encourage other mothers or wives who are now going through the same thing. Can God really take that year of weeping and hurting and use it to impart healing in someone else? Why, yes He can and I can attest to having been on the giving and receiving end of both trial and help.

At times we try to pretend like we don’t know the meaning of grief or affliction and I’m not sure why, as we all are familiar with its sting. As I’ve mentioned in other posts, as long as we are this side of heaven, we will encounter difficulty. It’s how we deal with it that sets us apart.

Wouldn’t it be great to know that your saga didn’t end at your death because even after your demise other lives were still touched because of you? I think we all want to leave this world knowing we have imparted wisdom, hope and truth into others.

I was cleaning out a closet the other day and found an old journal of my mother’s. I’m sure I saw it and positive that I would have looked inside near the time of her death. The other day coming across the old treasure again I opened it up and saw that old familiar handwriting on the yellowing front page. For some reason I leafed through the other pages and buried in the middle were about five more pages that I had never seen before. They were written in and around December of 95’ and into the first months of January 96’. Mom died in June of 96’ so these “new” words were like gold to me. They were a new discovery of some of her personal thoughts in her final months. More of the saga of her much shortened life and they meant so much to me. They touched me and as I read them, I again felt her faith and strength. She imparted another precious gift to me almost twenty years after she met Jesus.

I was blessed to have a mother whose wisdom and guidance has served me well over the course of my life. Whether we are mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters or friends, we too can choose to let our stories help us grow into better people and use their lessons to love on others. Isn’t that part of what love is all about?

 

Daily Prompt:  Saga

Daily Prompt: Pensive

12183926_10153666325746763_7447737793838516270_oThe Daily Prompt was pensive; below is my humble offering….

She sat there, dreamily staring out the window; both hands around her favorite cup, which was still warm from the hot tea he had watched her pour earlier. She was in a pensive mood.

He was familiar with her moods and he’d seen this particular one more after the kids were gone. She would stare out the window, a hint of sadness on her face, sometimes wiping a tear from her eye. He was pretty sure he understood how she felt, but sometimes he wasn’t quite sure how to help. She had also mentioned some lady issue that started with an “m” that made her a little more moody on some days.

He walked over to her chair and embraced her in a hug and said, “Are you missing the girls, babe?” She said, “Yes” with a shaky voice. He gently pulled her up from her favorite chair and she melted into the arms that had held her close for over 20 years.

After a long embrace he asked, “How about we go across the bay and catch dinner?” The smile twinkled in her eyes before it reached her lips and he knew he had brought her back from the walk down nostalgia lane. She ran to grab a jacket and he smiled knowing he had been her hero once again.

Daily Prompt: Flourish

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As I pondered the word flourish from today’s prompt, I couldn’t help but think about my one month old granddaughter, Cali.  If you read my blog or follow my Facebook page, you are already acquainted with Cali as she has been a repeat guest.  She is flourishing in her NICU environment, and almost up to 6 lbs.

I was telling my daughter the other day that as much as we would all love to see her home, she is where she needs to be right now.   They have adjusted her environment from the day she arrived until now to ensure she is thriving.  She arrived on a ventilator and worked her way down to no oxygen support at all.  She no longer needs the added warmth of incubation as she can now adjust her own body temperature.  She continues to flourish, surrounded by prayer in the hands of these skilled doctors and nurses who are blessed with their talent by God.

In contemplating this, I began to think about how often we attempt to make all the conditions right for things to flourish.  We plant that rose bush where it will receive 5-6 hours of sun per day, we water and fertilize it faithfully, we remove any encroaching weeds and pick off the dead bulbs and we watch and wait, hoping for a beautiful blossom covered bush.

Do we do the same thing for our souls?  Do we make sure we are planted firmly on truth, rooted and grounded in faith?  Do we water our souls with the Word of God, eating and drinking from the wellspring of Divine knowledge?  Are we conscious of our environments, realizing that the places we go, the things we do and yes, even the company we keep has an effect on our lives?  Are we cautious about who or what we pledge our loyalty to?  Do we dig up, pull out and destroy the encroaching weeds of resentment, bitterness and un-forgiveness?

If we do, we are growing stronger every day and we can look forward to spiritually prosperous lives.  If not then maybe this will serve as a gentle reminder.  Let’s grow and thrive together!  Blessings!

Daily Prompt: Underestimate

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The prompt was Underestimate 

Some things we tend to underestimate…..

The power of an Almighty God

The effectiveness of a fervent prayer

The consequence of a bad decision

The contagiousness of a warm smile

The loving benefit of a sincere hug

The influence of an invested mentor

The powerful result of forgiveness

The impact of sincere kindness

The beauty that comes from a pure heart

The way life changes after we have children

The way time flies from birth to graduation

The time it sometimes takes to right a wrong

One and only reader

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”

If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

Where I escape to find my strength

Where I escape to find my strength

This post will be short and sweet and might sound cliche’ to some, but it’s the truth.

I would want that one specific person to be the one specific person who really needed that post today.  My joy comes when someone says, “that hit home”, or “that really resonated in my spirit” or something of the sort.

I would say to them that I do this not only because I genuinely love words and writing, but because if I can help someone think in a way they’ve never considered or be a little kinder today than yesterday, that’s enough for me.

We live in a world filled with negativity, pain and turmoil,  My life is a life of a peace that passes all human understanding, in the midst of it all; it’s a peace I long to share.

God Bless you!

another FL sunset

another FL sunset

Weekly Photo Challenge: Twinkle

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twinkle.”

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To post today or not to post

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Near the first of November, I committed to a post a day challenge for the entire month.  At first, it seemed fairly easy to keep up and prompts provided fodder for my imagination and helped keep me motivated.

However, I have learned something about myself and I am sincerely interested in how other bloggers may feel about my thoughts.

When I am in the mood to write, or when a topic is heavy on my heart or a memory so close I can touch it, the words simply flow from my pen.  It’s easy, and those are what I consider to be my best posts.

In the times that I am trying to force myself to meet a quota (like every day), I feel like my posts are lacking.  Some days, there may be a great prompt that brings back a beautiful memory and I can roll with it.  Other days, it seems as if I can’t focus at all and if I force myself to dig in and write anyway, it doesn’t feel right and I am not pleased with the finished product.  I call these my “inferior” posts.

I understand that we should all write regularly and be motivated to start something and finish it, but I guess I am just not sure that posts with a “deadline” are my thing.  I certainly couldn’t see myself writing for a daily newspaper.

I started to ask, “Is this okay?” but I know it is for me.  I don’t plan to give up and will continue to make the time to write more frequently, but if I miss a day or two, I give myself permission not to stress.

I welcome your insight and comments.

Have a great week!

Guilty, But Grateful

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Grateful and Guilty.”

The Prompt:  Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure

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I am writing to thank you for your black and white yumminess, and the way a mere twist of the wrist renders two pieces.  I appreciate the fact that the way you are made offers me a variety of options to enjoy you; all at once, one dark side alone, one dark side with a smattering of creamy goodness, or your creamy inside scraped away to enjoy detached from it’s middle position.   You know I don’t allow myself this luxury often, but when I do, I savor every delectable bite.  The only thing that improves this experience is a lovely glass of milk to dip you in.

Sincerely,

One of your biggest (and I would mean literally if I didn’t exercise self-control) fans

 

Can you guess my guilty pleasure?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime

The Weekly Photo Challenge this week was nighttime.  I am not a pro, writing is my passion, but I thought these were worth sharing.

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Tower of London

Random street in London

Random street in London

Full moon, Big Cypress N.P.

Full moon, Big Cypress N.P.

Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move

The Weekly Photo Challenge, was to share your interpretation of “on the move.”

As I watched my granddaughter on her first bike, it seemed like just yesterday that it was her mother….Wow, time flies!  Enjoy them every minute that you can!

 

I've got this!

I’ve got this!

 

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