A Sight for Sore Eyes


The scene was a red light in front of me and cars all around me. My eyes felt sore and sleepy from the exhaust of so many idling vehicles in such close proximity to mine.

Fingers impatiently tapping the steering wheel in anticipation of the light change, my peripheral vision picked up a couple slowly moving towards the curb. They had the green light. They looked ancient but were only elderly…and they were holding hands. I could see the old man’s lips moving, but obviously, could not hear his words. It was apparent that the light was going to change before they had a chance to cross the busy street. He let go of his wife’s hand and moved towards the light standard to push the button that would give them access to another green light, but of course, would have to wait a few minutes for that to happen.

Even though traffic had begun to move, and I now had the green light, my eyes lingered on the couple as he moved back to his lady’s side and once again held her hand.

That is one of my absolute favorite things in life, watching the elderly holding hands. It is comforting, uplifting, and a sight for sore eyes.

“Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.” Psalm 73:23

To Write or Not to Write?


That is the question. Not to write is not the answer for me. When I’m not writing it feels like a part of me has gone missing.

If my blogging falls behind, someone will call to see if I’m still alive. “Why do you ask?” I ask. “Well, you haven’t been writing,” they say. So you see, it seems to them that I have gone missing also, which is a good thing…I’m happy to be missed in that way.

To write is a part of who I am and it is one of my favorite pastimes. Not to write feels like I’m being derelict in one of my life missions. After all it was God, who got me started on this path, with all His admonitions in the Bible about writing.

“Write in a book all the words l have spoken to you.” Jeremiah 30:2

“Write down the revelation…” Habakkuk 2:2

“Write on a scroll what you see…”Revelation 1:11

“Write this down…” Revelation 21;5

These are just a few scriptures that inspired me to write.

And so you see, to write or not to write is really not the question; the question is what to keep writing about?

If anyone out there would like to send forth some helpful ideas, I am totally receptive. What would you like to see in print?

 

 

A Letter to the Me I Used to Be


Dear You:

By “you” I mean the me I used to be. I miss you…I mean, really miss you. I miss your energy, stamina, strength. I miss the loves you shared and what those loves encompassed; caring, sharing, camaraderie, hugging, kissing, loving, walking, talking; in fact, just being together.

Do you remember those wonderful years of dancing, romancing, cottaging, boating, traveling…remember breakfast in bed? Of course you do or this letter would not be taking shape.

The years of motherhood and entrepreneurship were so time consuming and fulfilling…so satisfying and all encompassing.

The me I used to be no longer exists…instead, another me has emerged; quieter, more patient, slower in movement and thought; still gregarious but less so; more spiritual, maybe more thoughtful; still have the love, but no one to share it with.

And so, it is with fond remembrance that I write to you, to tell you that I appreciate all that you were, and will never really say goodbye to…

The Me I Used To Be

Procrastination


“I can’t decide if procrastination kills creativity or is essential to it.” This is a tweet by Grant Snider.

I am the queen of procrastination…always have been, but hopefully not forever. Does it kill creativity? No, sometimes it really is essential to it. In my case, the longer I procrastinate about writing, the more ideas pile up in my head. This gives me blogging fodder for a few days at a time.

On the other hand, though, once I’ve procrastinated for a few days it sometimes can lead to more than a week or two with no writing at all. So, there’s obviously two sides to this procrastination coin.

One of my favorite procrastination quotes is, “I gave up procrastinating as a new year’s resolution but I put it off until next year.”

My Writing Space


My writing space is rather small

a desk, a chair, but that’s not all;

A glass door offers nature’s view

of birds and squirrels and flowers too.

As I write I often see the bounty

of God’s harmony.

It makes me thankful for this place

that has become my writing space.

Quotes for a Sunday


You will find it is necessary to let things go, simply for the reason that they are too heavy.

Don’t bother to give God instructions, just report for duty.

The measure of a life after all, is not its duration but its donation.

Faith sees the  invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible.

Just a few quotes from Corrie Ten Boom,

Abundance


Abundance is all around me. It’s in the air I breathe, the water I drink, the soft grass I walk on, the wind blown seeds awaiting new birth, friends, family, splendid nature shows; all for free.

There was a time when I lived a limited life because I only thought of limitations. I was never consciously grateful for the abundance all around me. It was what I perceived as lack that held me in the grip of poverty: not actual poverty but imagined poverty.

And then I read this in John 10:10…”I have come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” (Jesus) KJV

It made me change my way of thinking and living.

Now that I know how to think abundantly, abundance is mine. My needs are always met, and I’m no longer hesitant to give.

Abundance…it is a good word and deserves to be spoken abundantly.

The List


How many of us make a list every day? We list our groceries, things to do, appointments to keep, phone calls to make, etc., etc.

Today I’m making a different list…a list of things that make me smile instantaneously…and here it is:

Birds in the birdbath and at the feeder

Squirrels chasing each other up and down trees and along high wires

A toddler toddling

A baby’s laugh

An elderly couple holding hands

An unexpected hug

Children at play

A good news phone call

The instant flash of a red cardinal

A robin’s plump red breast

That’s only ten but I could go on and on. The best part of making this kind of list is that it makes me smile all over again just thinking about these things.

What gives you a sudden smile? Do you have such a list?

 

 

 

 

I Write Because…


I write because thoughts swirl around in my head and I sometimes don’t know what to do with them. Writing them down gets them out of my head and maybe sometimes into someone else’s.

Take last Friday evening for instance. A young couple in their early thirties was enjoying a lovely summer evening under a tree on a park bench in downtown Toronto. They were here from France on work permits and expecting a baby.

Suddenly, a large branch of the Siberian elm, which was their shade, fell from the tree and hit the young man as he leaned in to protect his wife. It killed him. Dead. On the spot. How can that be? Here one second and gone the next.

These thoughts have been on my mind since that tragic evening. I write because I think it will help ease my mind but I know the questions will go to bed with me again tonight.

Why is a young wife and her unborn child stranded in Canada without the husband she shared a park bench with at the end of a busy day? Why did the branch fall? Why Canada and not France?

I write because I care.