Life is Precious


When I wrote my book “My Precious Life” in 2014 I had heard this expression many times but didn’t pay much attention to its meaning. Now, as I watch what’s happening the world over, millions of people dying of the coronavirus, others succumbing to life’s natural cycle, it is hitting home just how precious life is.

Are we really living on a daily basis? Are we making the most of our days? Are we looking out for our friends, family, neighbor? Are we saying, “I love you” and then showing that love?

There is more to life than eating, sleeping, working and playing, and because life is precious we need to make sure we are truly living.

Today I am going to make a concentrated effort to really live. I don’t know what that will look like but will let God handle the details. Carpe diem!

Some Sound Advice


Sometimes we read a book, put it down, and say, “Wow, that was really good!” I have read many books like that, and Tuesdays with Morrie was one of them, Morrie being a man at the edge of life’s fragile end.

Here is some of what I learned from one of Mitch Albom’s very popular books.

“Don’t cling to things because everything is impermanent.”

“The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”

“Be compassionate,” Morrie whispered. “And take responsibility for each other. If we only learned those lessons, this world would be so much better a place.”

“As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed as ignorant as you were at twenty-two, you’d always be twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s the positive that you understand you’re going to die, and that you live a better life because of it.”

“I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.”

“The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of – unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn’t get enough.”

“Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”

Happy Tuesday.

10 favorite quotes from Tuesdays with Morrie - The Crown Publishing Group

When God Wants Your Attention


The following short story is another excerpt from My Precious Life, the book.

A banner heralding the message ‘I’ve found it! You can find it too!’ had been hanging in my teenage son’s room for several weeks. Whenever I looked at it I wondered what it meant. I asked my son but he didn’t know. Someone had given it to him and posters are posters so up on the wall it went. It nibbled at my mind every time I looked at it. One evening my youngest son, then ten, asked “Mom, what does that sign mean?” “I don’t know,” I admitted, “but I’ll find out.”

At that precise moment the phone rang. It was a soft-spoken woman who asked, “Have you seen a sign around with the message ‘I’ve found it, you can find it too’?” The hair stood up on my arms and they began to tingle. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Yes” I timidly replied, “I have.” “Do you know what it means?” was her next question. “No,” I admitted, feeling the tingling sensation overwhelming my body. She went on to explain that it was a message from several inter-denominational churches attempting to lead people to, or back to God and the church.

As the conversation progressed my caller asked permission to pray with me. How could I say no? It was a simple prayer, then she thanked me for listening, saying mine was the first positive response she had received after many calls. When I told her why, she was silent for a moment before quietly stating, “God does work in mysterious ways.” It was to be a life changing moment for me but I didn’t know it then.

Not long after that one of my youngest son’s friends asked him to go to church with him and his mother. He enjoyed going to Sunday school with his friend. One Sunday as he was getting ready to leave he said, “Mom, if you come to church with me today you will get a rose. All the moms who come will get one.” “Not today, dear,” I replied, “I have a lot to do. You run along.” I turned back to reading the newspaper. Suddenly, I found myself racing up the stairs. “Wait for me,” I called, “I’ll go with you!” Slipping into something suitable I was ready in no time. It was the strangest feeling; almost like invisible hands were gently nudging me along.

After the service my son introduced me to his teacher. She told me he had shared the banner story with the class. “When he got to the part about the phone call,” she said, “my senses came alive. It was I who called you, Mrs. Boyes. I made many, many calls that night and yours was the only positive response.” “What a blessing to have you and your son with us this morning.”

That was the beginning of my real spiritual journey. I learned how to listen for the still, small voice of God. I learned how to pray effectively. I learned how to look for the miracles in everyday life. But most of all I learned that when God wants to get your attention he starts with a little nibble, patiently waits until you take the bait then reels you in hook, line and sinker.

My son now works in an environment where helping people is the main criteria. His friend became a full time minister. As for me, I don’t just go to church, I am involved in many ways. I still love listening for the still, small voice and when He says, “You go, girl,” He’s got my attention.

Dealing With a Mouse in the House


Here’s a sample of a short chapter from my book, My Precious Life, published in 2014. It’s about a pesky mouse who wouldn’t be caught dead in a mouse trap.

A MOUSE IN THE HOUSE

We have a mouse in the house.

I call him Mercury because he is as elusive as the substance in a pre-digital thermometer. Have you ever broken a mercury thermometer and tried to clean up the spill? It’s tricky.

And I truly believe the little beastie has been to mouse school. He knows every trap in the book and every food in the trap.

At breakfast I put a bit of peanut butter in the trap. It’s still there at lunch time. I replace it with a piece of cheddar cheese.

Meat loaf is his choice for dinner. None of these foods whets his appetite and I wonder what he is living on. When I’m engrossed in writing my “best seller” I catch a blur of movement out of the corner of my eye. Merc runs down the hall, stops at my door, gives me the beady eye and keeps on going.

My chair hits the floor with a mighty thud as I clumsily jump up in pursuit. But he has disappeared from sight.

Watching the late night news in bed I hear a scratching sound coming from one of the drawers in my dresser. I turn down the T.V. volume to make sure the noise isn’t part of the program.

Nope, it’s coming from the top left drawer. I slowly pull it open and there’s Mercury sitting among my tee shirts. I swear he winked at me. I have to think of a way to catch him.

I grab a beach towel from the linen closet, throw it over clothes and mouse, scoop everything up and run for the door. Mercury jumps out of the bundle, scurries across the floor and disappears once more.

This has been going on for months. He is simply uncatchable.

We’re having a party on Saturday night.

I don’t know whether to warn everyone of the mouse in the house or just let them find out for themselves.

I’m sure Mercury will love the chocolate cake and ice cream. It won’t be set in a trap and he is such a people creature he is bound to be the life of the party.

I can just see the ladies scrambling for chairs to stand on, and the age old question, “Are you a man or a mouse?” being answered once and for all as the gents dash for the nearest exit.

Tomorrow: When God Wants Your Attention

A Touch of Profundity


Covid-19 has offered up an immense window of opportunity for abundant reading for me. Yesterday, I picked up four books at the library and delved into the smallest one first, the title of which is Inner and Outer Peace by Sri Chinmoy, a spiritual teacher who dedicated his life in service to aspiring humanity.

“World peace can be achieved, revealed, offered and manifested on earth when in each person the power of love replaces the love of power.”

Profound?

And again…”One who knows others is wise; one who knows himself is wisest. One who conquers others is strong; one who conquers himself is strongest.” Tao Teh Ching

This book looks like a good, short read with more than a touch of profundity.

Where Am I From?


On Thursday I picked up a library book, Memories of Heaven, by Dr. Wayne Dyer (one of my favorite authors) and Dee Garnes, who was his assistant at one time. It is a collection of short stories about very young children remembering where they were before they were born. It is a fascinating and easy read.

Many of the related memories are of being with God and choosing the parents they wanted to be born to. Some are of being here for a short time in another life and deciding to leave at an early age, (child deaths). Some related to changing their minds in the womb and not completing their journey, (miscarriages).

Because I have an open mind about so many things it is easy for me to read this book and consider the possibilities of these tiny testimonies. Besides, when my youngest son was just over two years old, he suddenly stated during a nap time, “I died you know, Mommy.”

I had had a miscarriage three years before he was born.

It makes it easy to wonder where am I from? Happy Saturday.

Prayerfully Yours


Here are a few prayers to think about and/or practice at your leisure. They come to me from everywhere…books, devotionals, sermons, and even the ether. Happy Sunday.

Thank you loving Father, for watching over all seasons of my life. Help me to trust in you and enjoy the life you’ve given me. (Our Daily Bread)

Jesus Christ, the great I AM, have mercy on me. (to be repeated until desired effect is felt)

My Father in Heaven, Infinite Spirit of life and love and wisdom and power, in whom I live and move and have my being, whence cometh my help, manifest Thyself in me. Help me to open myself to the highest wisdom and insight and love and power, that I may serve Thee and my fellow-man, and all my fellow-creatures faithfully, and that I may have the Divine guidance and care, and that all my needs be supplied. Oh Christ within, enfold and lead me and reign supreme, that the One Life that is my life I may realize and manifest ever more fully. I am strong in the Infinite Spirit of life and love and wisdom and power. I have and shall have the Divine guidance and care; for it is the Father that worketh in me – My Father works and I work. Amen. Ralph Waldo Trine (In Tune With the Infinite)

What does 'I am' mean? - Quora

 

 

Life is Like a Book


Do you find that as you turn each page in your book of life the story gets more interesting? Does each chapter make you anticipate the next one? Do you look forward to a happy ending? Or do you forget what the story line is and find yourself turning back the pages? Well, here is some pretty sage advice for those of us who do just that.

70 Motivational And Inspirational Quotes To Keep You Inspired - Gravetics

 

Batting A Thousand


Batting a thousand is basically a term in baseball where a player will hit the ball every time he/she comes to bat. It may also mean success in an endeavor when a goal is reached.

When blogging became my hobby in 2014 it was a means of promoting my soon-to-be-published book, My Precious Life. It was not my intention to continue blogging once the book was launched. However, I seemed to be ensconced in this writing habit and when the number of posts began creeping past the eight-hundred mark, it became my goal to reach a thousand.

This is it…my one-thousandth post on My Precious Life, the Blog.

It has been a fun journey and I have met many blogging friends along the way. Is there another thousand posts in me? Only time will tell, but now I know what it feels like to bat a thousand.

It Is Good That You Exist


There was a man on our planet who lived his life to the full by learning who he was, what his purpose was, and went forward to serve that purpose in the best way possible….loving the afflicted.

He was one of my favorite people in the world. Jean Vanier was one of the kindest, helpful, spiritual people who lived. He died on May 7th at the age of ninety years. One of his famous messages is,”It is good that you exist.” There is a beautiful interview he did on Tapestry with Mary Hynes on CBC in 2005. It was repeated yesterday in his memory and is so worth listening to. Good-bye for now, Jean Vanier; it is good that you existed.

Becoming Human