Wednesday, September 20, 2017

HOLY MOMENTS

Then there is my blogging friend, Ceil.  Such a talented writer--but also one who has her priorities straight.  She just took a summer break from writing--to be with family and friends.  GOOD for her.

She recently posted this blog HERE--which has me thinking about Holy moments.  She does an excellent job of describing how the day to day can be Holy.  I am inspired by her words!


Let no one seek his own good,
but that of his neighbor.
I Corinthians 10:24

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

THE NEW 30

My blogging buddy, Linda, wrote a post which resonates with my thoughts.  For you see, my brain still feels young!  Though my body does not always cooperate, I am out there pushing and trying.  I agree with her---I am relishing every day I am blessed with.  



Go HERE for a taste of her wisdom and wit.

They shall bear fruit in their old age,
they are forever full of sap and green.
Psalms 92:14

Monday, September 18, 2017

A HEART FOR OTHERS

My future includes another daughter.  Liz is completing her international project for her Masters in Public Service from the Clinton School of Public Service.  It is quite an accomplishment to be accepted into this prestigious program and now she is culminating her two years by setting up services for women's health in rural Ecuador.  


She won my heart from the very beginning--she loves my son.  The icing on the cake was her domestic project while working on her degree was surveying the homeless for the adequacy of services.  Any woman who is courageous enough to teach in the Marshall Islands through World Teach is a force to be reckoned with!






All this to introduce Liz to you before I point you to her blog.  I sympathized and laughed out loud in the span of two minutes.  PLEASE--Go HERE and read about her adventure of moving to Ecuador.  She is an excellent writer!  What a woman!


40 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers,[a] you did it to me.’
Matthew 25:40






Sunday, September 17, 2017

Saturday, September 16, 2017

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE TWO HOODS

As I drove from the new hood
back to the old,
I was the vehicle
for the death of thousands
of love bugs (LITERALLY).



We have all heard the stories of love lost
to a leap off the ledge and 
a drink from the cup of poison.
It does not seem quite so
romantic for the kamakazi bugs
to hurl themselves into my windshield
while I fly down the interstate.

After three weeks,
I am back in the old hood
staying with these people.




You can't visit the Texas Zoo
and not ride the horses!

Lunch with the two big boys
at school





And a train ride
around Trinity Park



Fun being with
my little people again!



It has been a fun few days
in the Great State of Texas

Life is an 
Excellent Adventure

Friday, September 15, 2017

STILLNESS

THERE ARE DAYS

THERE ARE PERIODS

WHEN IT IS TIME

TO 

"BE STILL

AND 

KNOW

I AM THE LORD"

PSALMS 46:10

AND HE WILL BE

EXALTED BY ALL 

THE NATIONS

HE WILL BE

EXALTED IN

ALL THE EARTH.

BE QUIET
BE STILL
AND LISTEN

Thursday, September 14, 2017

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Yesterday's post dealt with three situations of intense pain and grief.  The loss of a long time spouse, a child in an intensely painful position, and the long good-bye which comes with aging parents.  Though these three situations are greatly different, they have one huge thing in common---they are creating heart pain for those involved.  A physiologic heart attack is extremely painful--so I have been told.  An emotional heart attack could perhaps be even more painful--for it does not deal with just the heart muscle--but the heart as a whole--physical as well as emotional.



In the midst of some of my hardest days, I was driving home from Austin when I began to have chest pains so terrific I could not catch my breath.  The pain became so intense I pulled over and called a medical friend who quickly diagnosed a panic attack brought on by my intense grief.  The pain was real--even when there was no damage to my heart--I seriously doubt a myocardial infarction could be any more painful.  I was absolutely debilitated for a period of time.

Recently I have been thinking over the pain I have endured in the past.  I have discovered an amazing thing---though I remember I was in pain and recognize the depth of my grief, I cannot remember the physical experience of the pain.  A similar experience would be the pain of child birth.  Though we know it was a pain like no other, and we can give words to what we felt, we no longer feel that same pain.  Childbirth, in most cases, has a happy outcome and we often think this is what helps us to forget the pain.  I don't really think that is the case, I believe God has given us the unique characteristic of moving beyond the pain.  Job is an excellent example.  He lost EVERYTHING--even his family--and yet he lived for another day and God blessed him with another family.  Now-I seriously doubt Job EVER forgot his family he lost--he grieved for them the remainder of his days, BUT the extreme pain of the moment of loss never had to be relived again.  Gone---but not forgotten.  He moved on to live in the day God had given him.

I am thankful God has been by my side every step of the way--the good, the bad, and the ugly have not driven Him from me.  I am thankful though I know I was in pain--I no longer feel that intense pain.  I am thankful for the scars on my heart that remind me of His faithful presence and comfort.  I am thankful for the hope for tomorrow and the joy of today.  I am thankful.

 The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
Psalms 18:2