Wordless Wednesday – My little monkeys

A & A at the park

Thankful Thursday: My God, My family, My life

Have you ever experienced something that had minimal long-term effect, but made a huge impact on you, never-the-less?

I experienced one of those events last night.

The fire truck was going down our street with the lights on, and then it stopped.  Just two houses down and across the street from me. I know all of my immediate neighbors, so I know that in this house is an elderly lady who has lived there pretty much since the day we moved in, over twenty years a go.

I stepped outside to find out what had happened, and I saw a young man and lady embraced in each others arms. Then I heard the sound. The sound of agony, and pain and torment, all rolled into one.

A sound I’m all too familiar with…the sound of the pain of death.

I stood on my front step for a moment, I knew it was bad, but what was it?  Then the ambulance drove up to the house. It stopped. Someone got out, and within seconds the driver was back in the vehicle, and the ambulance left.  There was no need for it to be there, there was no life to save, the life was gone.

A life taken all too soon, by her own hands, but it wasn’t the elderly lady, it was a young lady who was renting a room from the elderly lady.  She apparently had lost all hope, and in her despair, she took her own life.

It was so painful as I stood there and saw her children trying to wrap their minds around what they had just seen and found out.  I don’t know them, but I know the pain and the anguish they were experiencing. I know the gut-wrenching feeling, the unfathomable anguish. I know that this is not only going to effect their lives, but it is also going to have a huge impact on them….for the rest of their lives.

There was absolutely nothing I could do to help them.  I couldn’t bring her back to them, which I know is all that they really wanted.  I couldn’t take that awful heartache and pain away.

I could only pray for them, and so I did.  I prayed that God would wrap His strong arms around them, and bring them a peace and a comfort that only He can give.

A peace and a comfort that I am also very familiar with.

And so it is, on this “Thankful Thursday“… I am once again thankful for so many things…but I am especially thankful for the love and support of my family and for the strong arms of my God.

 

Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God.” – Lew Wallace

 

 

Thankful Thursday: 3 Gifts Overjoyed!

3 gifts Overjoyed!….

1. Celebration of life – Oh the joy that it brings…especially when you add great-grandkids, a birthday cake and candles to blow out too!

Birthday Wishes

2. Moments together – moments to treasure, and hold safe in my heart. A moment that can only be described as pure joy!

at the beach

3. Beauty in nature – the peace, the calm, and the joy that is found when I’m surrounded by it!

a quiet place

These are just a few of the many things that I am thankful for.

What are you thankful for?

Will you join me in looking for these gifts and sharing them with others?

“The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!”

~ Henry Ward Beecher

Thankful Thursday: 3 Gifts Blue

3 Gifts Blue…

1. Oh those “blue eyes” – they get me every time! I can’t imagine life without either one of these guys in it.

Grandpa & Rick's eyes

2. The big blue ocean frequently calls my name…and yes, sometimes I answer back!

Pacific Ocean

3. My little blue car, faithfully gets me where I’m going.  Fast.

my car

These are just a few of the many things that I am so very thankful for today.

What are you thankful for?

Will you join me in looking for these gifts and sharing them with others?

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder” – G.K.Chesterton

I hope you have a wonderful “Thankful Thursday!

Invisible Moms

I received an e-mail from my son-in-law the other day. It was addressed to my daughter and I.
I’m sure she gets e-mails from him often, but this is not a common occurrence for me.

So I was a little surprised…pleasantly so!

He prefaced the story below with a personal note. I have not included the personal note, but suffice it to say, it was very kind and thoughtful, expressing much gratitude and love!

I have to say, if he keeps doing stuff like this, we might just keep him around! 🙂 (Just teasing!) He’s a good guy!

It’s obvious that he loves my daughter very much, and he is adjusting to the role of being a new Dad quite well!

I hope the story encourages you as much as it did me!

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Invisible Mother

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way
one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be
taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on the phone?’

Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping
the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see
me at all. I’m invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of
hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??

Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock
to ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to answer, ‘What number is
the Disney Channel?’ I’m a car to order, ‘Right around 5:30, please.’

Some days I’m a crystal ball; ‘Where’s my other sock?, Where’s my phone?,
What’s for dinner?’

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes
that studied history, music and literature -but now, they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s going, she’s
going, she’s gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she
was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she
turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, ‘I brought you
this.’ It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn’t exactly
sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: ‘With admiration
for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.’

In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover
what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could
pattern my work:

1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record
of their names.

2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never
see finished.

3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

4) The passion of their building was fuelled by their faith that the
eyes of God saw everything.

A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird
on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
‘Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that
will be covered by
the roof. No one will ever see it’

And the workman replied, ‘Because God sees.’

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost
as if I heard God whispering to me, ‘I see you. I see the sacrifices you
make every day, even when no one around you does.

No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve
baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to
notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see
right now what it will become.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of
the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work
on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went
so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s
bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, ‘My Mom gets up at 4 in the
morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3
hours and presses all the linens for the table.’ That would mean I’d built a
monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there
is anything more to say to his friend, he’d say, ‘You’re gonna love it
there…’

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel,
not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.

Thankful Thursday: A gift worn, given away, shared

A gift worn, given away, shared….

1.  A well-worn pair of jeans.  I hope they last forever!

jeans

2.  I think it was the highlight of her year.  She was so excited to be able to give away a gift for her baby cousin at his baby shower.

Ashlee

3.  Some things are better shared.  This dessert was certainly one of them!  Shared with my best friend ever!

dessert