Today I am grateful for:
my nice clean furnace, all set for the winter months
getting my role files in order for tonight’s Session meeting
getting more orders for My Precious Life, the book
seeing a “birdfest” around the feeder this afternoon
having more visitors to my blog
It’s difficult to stop at only five gratefuls!
Today I am grateful for:
My five children, their significant others, their children and their children’s children…
My one and only sister and her family…
My cousins and their families…
My church and my church family…
My wonderful friends…
Thank you to those who shared their gratitude …
There seems to be a “gratitude” thing going on these days and I would like to participate. I’m seeing people being grateful on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc., so I’m going to be grateful on my blog for a few days. Would anyone like to join me? It could be a lot of fun :). Let’s be grateful for five things a day for five days and see where that takes us. It goes without saying that every day I am grateful for the presence of God in my life, so although He is always part of my list, I won’t list Him every day because I tell Him every day. So here goes…
Today I am grateful for:
waking up this morning
having enough milk for my coffee and butter for my toast after forgetting to go shopping for these items
being energized after my fitness class instead of cramped and achy
getting a last minute appointment for a hair cut
Snapd newspaper emailing me the results of their coverage of my book launch on September 6th. (wish I could find a way to share that with you!)
And that’s my gratitude list for today. I can hardly wait for tomorrow! 🙂
Recently I have been asked to post more poetry, so here is a poem I wrote in 1979. Thank you for asking.
A MEDITATION
Thirst a little
That you may appreciate water
Hunger more
That you may enjoy the feast
Suffer some
That you may earn tranquility
Die a little
That you may hunger for life
Love abundantly
That you may know you’re alive.
©1979
This message is for all the people I haven’t heard from for awhile; people in the blogging world, people in other parts of the world, people in my own world, and people who may be going through troubling times; either due to illness, grief, depression, loneliness…whatever is going on in your life at the moment.
I’m hearing of some pretty sad circumstances and just want you to know I’m thinking about you.
I’m also thinking about those who are experiencing happiness and joy in their lives. Cherish the moments while they are with you, and when they pass, look forward to their return.
That’s all for now. I just want all of you to know I’m thinking about you.
Of all the four letter words bandied about in everyday life, my favorite is…love…L O V E…love.
I love to say it, I love to hear it, I love to feel it, I love to express it.
Love is the most mentioned word in the Bible.
Love makes up most of the world’s songs.
Love means the same in any language.
Love is like wisdom; there is nothing better to be gained.
I will always be in love with love; it really is a many splendored thing.
Don’t you just love it?
There is something happening on our planet that needs world wide prayer to overcome.
We are told not to fight evil with evil but to overcome evil with good (Romans 12:21).
The Power of Prayer manifested in global consciousness will go a long way in combating the forces of evil filtering into all corners of our world.
Shall we as a world wide community join forces in calling upon that Power to destroy the evil that seeks to destroy us?m
To those who know that Power as God, should we pray?
To those who don’t, for the sake of humanity, would you? Or not?
Living alone, I often go without a hug for days on end. Two weeks ago, a church friend, knowing this, gave me my usual Sunday hug. I responded by saying, “I don’t need a hug today because I had so many yesterday.” “Yesterday” was the day of my book launch. It was filled with hugs and well wishes.
The following Sunday, my hugging friend approached (reproached) me, saying, “Last Sunday you said you didn’t need a hug…but I did.”
Ouch! How often do we overlook the needs of another simply because our own needs have been met?
Another life lesson learned. TYG.
With the horrible happenings in the world today, and even in our own communities, I am reminded once again of the need to take heed, which prompted this reblog of my August 1st post.
Do you remember a post where I mentioned that a marriage counsellor once told me I think too much? Well, you know, he may have been right after all. It seems to me that more of us should do more thinking. I don’t mean random, willy-nilly, helter-skelter thoughts, but deep down, deliberate thoughts that lead to changes in the way we see ourselves and others; the way we see our world and the way we live in it.
In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is…
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This month I had the privelege of observing the celebration of life in two entirely different ways.
Both were the ending of old lives and the beginning of new.
One was a wake, and the other, a wedding.
The first was a memorial for a dear friend who exchanged life on earth for life everafter in the heavenly realm, leaving behind her role as daughter, sister, mother, wife; a life that death did part.
I witnessed the second celebration from a distance, but the reality was the same. This time the life left behind was that of singleness, in exchange for the role of wife, helpmate, lover, friend; a new life of sharing til death do part.
Both events were not only celebrations of life but continuations of life. One life had been fully lived, and the other will now be lived more fully.
It was my privelege to observe both the wake and the wedding of two beautiful ladies, exchanging old lives for new, and for each, the journey continues.
My Precious Life 