Author Archives: Patricia Ann

Time Stood Still

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Time stood still for a young soldier in Ottawa yesterday morning.

One minute he was standing guard for his country and the next minute he was gone; shot to death for no reason other than that he stood for freedom and peace.

Time also stood still for the person responsible for such savagery.

One minute he was dealing death and the next minute he, too, was dead—thwarted in his attempt to kill again.

It took only minutes for the clock of life to stop for these two men.

Heaven’s gates surely opened wide for the young soldier—and the other?

Time will tell.

Worry vs Lemons

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Last night I attended a seminar on anxiety and depression, and the speaker touched on the subject of worry and how useless it is. This reminded me of a remark made by my Pastor in a sermon a few years ago.

“If you insist on worrying you begin to look like you were baptized in lemon juice.”

Need more be said?

Homes of the Brave

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The funerals I attended this past week reminded me of the many parents I know whose children predeceased them. Some were babies, some were teenagers and some in the mid-stages of life.

To my mind, the homes of the brave are the hearts of these parents. They are my heroes.

Letting Go, Letting God

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After attending two funerals this week and another today, I have just heard of one on the horizon. Whoa! So much grief in such a short span of time made me sit back and go through some devotional material to try to put it all into perspective and here is what was written in my spiritual journal in 2006; a quote from Our Daily Bread, brackets, mine.

If we are willing to submit to God, any loss in life will be seen as an opportunity to give back to him what is rightfully his and trust him to provide what is needed (comfort, peace, security, whatever is needed). If we commit ourselves to him daily and thank him for every blessing, our confidence in him will survive any test. Submission to God means taking our hands off what belongs to him.

And don’t we all belong to him? Now I will let go and let God pilot me through this sea of grief and pray that his peace and comfort will bless these grieving families.

Treasured Memories

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I love when something positive can be gleaned from even a sad occasion.

While paying respects at a funeral home on Saturday, I happened upon this quote on a photo display.

“When a loved one becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.”

Is that not so true?

The Me I Used To Be

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For those who like the poetry posts…(I hope it isn’t a duplicate)…

THE ME I USED TO BE

I miss the me I used to be,

the things I used to do,

I miss the energy and verve

the vim and vigor too.

I miss the way my feet could dance,

the way my body bent,

contorted to the Limbo

(under the pole I went).

I miss the feel of garden soil

where once my hands would dig

while scrunching down to plant the seeds

before my joints got big.

Yes, I miss the me I used to be

and all the things I did,

but even though the body’s old,

inside I’m still a kid.

©July 2014

Thanks to those who ask for the poems…I love poetry too.

Gratefully Yours (Day Five)

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This ends my five days of gratitude posts. Today I am grateful for:

my many blessings

unwavering faith

good health

life’s memories

a black and white animal in my garage that turned out to be a cat and not a skunk!

Hopefully, I will continue to express gratefulness in my life on a daily basis instead of taking everything for granted. Prayer time would be a good time for that, now wouldn’t it? That’s another thing I’m grateful for.

 

 

 

 

 

Gratefully Yours (Day Four)

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Today I am grateful for:

lunch out with one of my beautiful daughters

yesterday’s lunch in with one of my friends

the opportunity to visit shut-ins

the fact that I am not a shut-in

the opportunity to witness a lunar eclipse

More thanks to those sharing their gratitudes, I love hearing from you!