Have you ever been so tired that you thought you could sleep anywhere, even in a tree? I know someone with insomnia who said this to me once, and when I spotted today’s picture on Pinterest it immediately caught my attention. It looks like this guy was just hanging around when he got tired and decided to have a nap. Sweet dreams.
Here is a lovely prayer I copied from somewhere at sometime and may have posted before but is worth posting again.
May today be all you need it to be. May the peace of God and the freshness of the Holy Spirit rest in your thoughts, rule in your dreams tonight, and conquer all your fears. May God manifest himself today in ways you have never experienced. May your joys be fulfilled, your dreams be closer, and your prayers be answered. I pray that faith enters a new height for you; I pray that your territory is enlarged. I pray for peace, healing, health, happiness, prosperity, joy, true and undying love for God. Amen.
Here are a couple of jottings I picked up from a calendar while waiting for my sample book at the print shop. Interesting…
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed in the things you didn’t do than by the things you did do. Mark Twain
The question isn’t “Who is going to let me?” it’s “Who is going to stop me?” Ayn Rand
Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. George Addair
And On Anxiety:
Quote on anxiety: “Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.”
Quote on anxiety: “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.”
Quote on anxiety: “It’s sad, actually, because my anxiety keeps me from enjoying things as much as I should at this age.”
In 2014 when my memoir, “My Precious Life” was published, I was working on a book of poetry, in the works for over forty years. “The Moon is Always Full” is now about a week away from printing. This is a sample cover of the book which contains one-hundred-and-twenty-nine poems, including thirty-one in haiku form.
This is proof positive that we are never too old to start something new. Having been on this planet for eighty-one-plus years, each day continues to be an opportunity to welcome new ideas and seek new horizons. Carpe diem!
Questions and feedback are most welcome.
THE MOON IS ALWAYS FULL
Once a month…
the full moon is revealed:
but when it’s on the wane
that fullness seems concealed.
Its many phases mark the heavens,
earth’s tides reveal its pull
the naked eye may yet espy
the moon is always full.
©Patricia Ann Boyes
Many years ago I had a very vivid dream. I was on the lookout deck of the Toronto Dominion Tower which at that time was the highest building in Toronto. It was at a very trying time in my life and in my dream I was walking alone around the observation deck feeling lost and afraid. Presently, a faceless male figure came alongside me and held my right hand. At his touch, my body tingled from head to toe and I felt it was Jesus by my side.
I awoke, still tingling, feeling less distressed and somewhat comforted. That dream with its surge of feeling has always stayed with me.
Recently I read in Isaiah 41:13 – For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, “Do not fear, I will help you.”
It brought back that dream one hundredfold.
Please forgive me if I have blogged something like this in the past but it just boggles my mind when and how God speaks. Happy Sunday.
Many times it’s not only the people who have left the planet we miss, but the ones we don’t see who are still here. It’s okay to hug them in our dreams but a real life hug would be so much more satisfying.
…“May the Lord keep watch between you and me when we are away from each other”. Genesis 31:49
I read Revelation 1:17 this morning and it reminded me of a dream I had in 1991. Here it is in an excerpt from my book, My Precious Life.
The next time God spoke to me in a dream was 1991. I dreamed my family was gathered in an old farm house which had seen better days. As we exited the house, the overhang of the verandah collapsed, knocking all of us to the floor. I stood up and watched as everyone got to their feet except my eldest daughter and youngest son. As I gazed down at them lying there, still as statues, the thought came to me: My first and my last…why my first and my last? Once again I woke up with a tingly feeling, with the words, first and last, repeating in my mind. I felt no fear or foreboding, but that dream stayed with me for weeks until I came across Revelation 1:17 where Jesus says, “Do not be afraid, I am the first and the last”, confirming that he is truly in my life, and is always by my side, waking or sleeping. To this day though, Debbie and Kelly, my eldest daughter and youngest son, refuse to be on any covered verandah together.
I might add here that in verse 19, Jesus goes on to say, “Write, therefore, what you have seen…” which was one of the scriptures that prompted me to write the book.
I’m not sure why Revelation 1:17 came to me this morning, but I always love to be reminded of the many ways God speaks to us if we only listen.
If we were having coffee right now, I would ask you, “So, what’s new and interesting in your life?” Hopefully, you would then relate to me your hopes and dreams and sorrows. You would tell me about your son having cancer, your daughter finding a nice place to live with her boyfriend to whom she recently became engaged; your brand new baby girl being the new center of your universe; your hopes to be a catalyst in restoring harmony to fractured friendships.
If we were having coffee right now, I would share that my book, My Precious Life, has caught the eye of an Indigo/Chapters store and a future book signing is in the offing. I would tell you that a new and extremely expensive cholesterol lowering drug has been offered to me, and is completely covered by my drug plan, allowing me access to a potentially life-saving medication.
If we were having coffee right now, I would thank you for being in my life and tell you how much I appreciate you. I would thank you for being my friend, my family, my go-to in times of happiness and in times of distress. If we were having coffee right now, I wouldn’t be sitting here all alone blogging up a storm.
If we were having coffee right now, I would explain that WordPress began a twenty day blogging assignment offering an assortment of topics to write about. This is number eleven and is about a virtual coffee date. I wouldn’t want you thinking that my latest posts were my own idea. They stemmed from #everydayinspiration and have been really good discipline for me to pick up a theme and run with it. Some have been very well received and some not so much, but in the end I’ve noticed many new followers, and more comments than usual.
If we were having coffee right now, it would be time for me to bid you adieu and thank you for being here and sharing this virtual coffee date. Until next time…
One of my grandsons told me about a recent dream he had about me, but before I tell you what it was I have to explain that I have always had a penchant for angels and freely talk about how much I love and believe in them. Also, one of my favorite quotes is With God All Things are Possible (Matthew 19:26) and most people know this about me. So, here is what my twenty-five year old grandson told me about his dream.
“Nana, I had a dream that you died and I was crying, but then I noticed that I had a tattoo on my shoulder. It was angel wings with the words All Things are Possible.”
I don’t recall him saying so, but I think the tattoo made him feel a little less sad that I had died. I asked him if he was going to go and get the tattoo. “No, not yet,” he replied.
It made me happy that he shared that dream with me, and we followed up with a lengthy conversation about many other things.
It could be said that a dream is just a dream unless it is a nightmare, but I have had many meaningful dreams throughout my life and have written about them freely in my book, MY PRECIOUS LIFE.
Does anyone have any thoughts on dreams? I’d love to hear them.
Here is the poem by Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), that came my way on Facebook last Thursday, which I promised to share today. This is the one that made me think of Friday’s post, Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann.