Do we take the time to pause and pray?
…is a story waiting to be told. When I meet someone, I form an impression. But, recently I was reminded that…..what you see is actually a mask,
So peacefully she slumbers
Are you dreaming, little one?
Of fairies and angels?
Do you feel the love that surrounds you?
Do you dance in your dreams? And laugh?
Have you seen a piece of heaven?
How much we love you, Meggan.
As i walked into her hospital room I wondered what a girl in her early 20s would be in ICU for.
She was beautiful…dark eyes and lashes, perfect brows framing them, hair pulled off her face in a pony tail, which enabled one to see the full beauty. But her eyes didn't dance….there was no smile….there was a deep sadness. There was a woman in the room with her who I thought was her mother. The young girl did not want to receive communion that day but asked that someone come another day. The woman standing there said "she SINNED!" And with tears coming from the girl's eyes, she muttered "I made a sin." I knew what it was and asked her if she had tried to hurt herself. She nodded yes. I addressed the woman as mother, but she said she was the sitter to watch her because of her attempted suicide.
At that point I focused ALL my attention on the girl, knowing full well that this "sitter" thought she should be banned to damnation.
I talked gently to her about being in a black hole, how hard it is to get out of it, how people don't and can't understand unless they have experienced that hole, a darkness like no other. At 24 her life is ahead of her….but how much life will there be and what will the quality be?
I wish I could have taken her home with me for just a day, to hold her and reassure her, and let her know she was loved unconditionally. I gently kissed her forehead and told her she was loved, that Jesus would always love her, no matter the "sin."
I hope the family she has is able to work with her and that she will get the help she needs.
Tell someone you love them today…...
Did you know that when you sing you are praying twice??? Someone told me recently that they felt so bad because they "couldn't sing." If any of you out there think the same thing, please remember….we all have different music boxes (aka voices), given to us by our Creator. Anything and any way we sing is always music to His/Her ears!!!!
Sing something every day
To make the doldrums go away…...
As I was driving Patrick home from school this afternoon, we had delightful conversations. This was my favorite:
"Gramma, didn't God create great ideas? And he created great people , too….like you!" Melt my heart!
And earlier he told Molly and me "You're GLAMOROUS!" And by golly he knew the meaning……"it means you're pretty!"
Out of the mouths of babes…….
Don't know who these little ones are on the left, but it sure looks like they're enjoying their make shift "igloo."
I wonder what a real igloo is like? I have visions of people huddled together, wearing winter clothing…..scarves, face masks, hats, boots and lots of layers of clothes. And think about it….it's not like they could put a fireplace in an igloo. I mean wouldn't it all just melt??? Or standing around the stove?
As for me, I'm snug as a bug in a rug and ever so grateful to have a roof over my head…..and so much more.
Stay warm and appreciate all you have.
43 years ago today our son, Scott, was born. This happy go lucky redhead emerged so easily…. the easiest of my 4 deliveries….and and the largest. I remember it so well….because there was a BLIZZARD and we (well Jim was driving) were driving to St Francis Hospital in Evanston from our home in Franklin Park. The past few days in the Chicago area are a close match.
That little boy grew up….seems like yesterday….into a wonderful husband and father. WHERE did all those years go? And so quickly. Now he takes his kids sledding and on fun excursions, always "present."
If we could give you one gift, Scott, it would be the gift of eternal happiness. We have no magic wands, but in our hearts we have a love that surrounds you. Enjoy this birthday season….we love you!
It's 80 degrees, the sun is shining brilliantly, people are strrrrrrrrrrrrrrolling around sans coats, boots, hats, gloves, face masks, etc, etc, etc (as the king said in the King and I). Anyway you get the gist of it. Having lived in Chicago all my life, I remember winters where the streets looked like scenes from Dr Zhivago…and I loved it. Actually I don't mind snow, but, given the option right now, I'd high tail it to a warmer climate.
One of our sons resides in LA. On Christmas eve he sent us a Merry Christmas on a BEACH. I sent him a photo of our 18 inches of snow today, and, can you believe it….#hedidntcareonebit!!! I'll just bet he's not having as much fun as I have…..making snow angels (now covered with the last 8 inches of snow), laughing all the while. Guess it brings out the little girl in me.
Which brings me to a thought……think we could all try to let that little kid in us rise up and emerge? Doesn't catching snowflakes on your tongue, and feeling the snowflakes land on your eyelashes sound like fun? Riding a sled? Or sliding down a snow covered hill on your bottom?
Let's find a little joy each day in 2014.
..from our 8 year old granddaughter, Meggan, at dinner..
"How about if we each say what we hope to do in the New Year? Nama, I'll put a number under each plate and that's the order we will go in." It sounded great to me
because that's the kind of conversation I love with our grandchildren. Seeing what is in their minds and hearts.
Meggan's response was "to help people."
Still uncomplicated……I wonder when that changes; so different with each child.
Soooo, my question to you, is What do you hope for or hope to do in 2014?
I wish you PEACE
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable