Old Life or New Life


Many people are living in the past with hurts that haunt, grudges that grieve, words that wound, memories that maim, and a myriad of old feelings that block the fresh new life waiting to be lived. How freeing to leave the past where it belongs and trade that old life for a new life. The transformation can be liberating and well worthwhile.

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For Hurting Hearts


There are many people walking around with hurting hearts. Life lessons come at us from many directions and at one time I read these two online from a Life Lessons site and made note of them:

“One of the happiest moments in life is when you let go of what you cannot change.”

“One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul.”

I know, I know…it’s sometimes difficult to let go but it does make sense, don’t you think? There’s help in a little prayer.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

 

 

I’m Sorry, So Sorry


Recently I was asked where my blog material comes from and it comes from everywhere; an overheard or general conversation, certain books and authors, TV and radio programs…life itself.

Today it’s from a radio program I listened to on CBC yesterday, about apologies and how effective they can be in healing people and the world.

One segment was about a drunk driver killing two young ladies in a car crash in 2002. The mother of one of them wanted only to see the twenty-two-old young man face to face and hear a sincere apology from him. And she did. It was replayed on radio and I had tears in my eyes and in my heart. These two people, the mother and the killer of her daughter became friends in the end. How? Because forgiveness was asked for and given.

It’s not only a drunk driver who can affect someone’s life. There are many ways of doing that and perhaps with some soul searching, we may see where we have been just as guilty as this young man and say, “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

This song of Brenda Lee’s talks about being too blind to see and not seeing the wrong that’s been done. It’s meant to be a romantic apology but it was played on the radio program and was very effective…it too, brought forth a few tears because of, like the young man, the genuineness of her voice. You can hear both apologies right here on this page.

http://www.cbc.ca/radio/outintheopen  Then click on “A drunk driver apologizes…”

The Balm, Not the Blister


Why do we say the things we say

that cut to the core of another’s

very essence…their heart and soul.

Why do we do the things we do

that boldly trample another’s

right to civility and compassion?

Why do we perceive an injustice

that was never the intent

of the friend, the sibling, the parent

the child, to whom we credit the deed.

Why not look into ourselves…

be the healer of the hurts.

Why not walk the high road and be

the balm….not the blister.

©Patricia Ann Boyes

Romans 12:18  If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. NIV

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who Am I to Cry?


It is so easy to throw a pity party…just invite me, myself, and I, a few bad memories, a couple of hurtful comments, a large box of super soft tissues for the tears and you’re off to the doldrums!

And then some uninvited guests show up. People who actually care about you; who are ready to cry with you, if needed, but more importantly, are there to let you know you’re not alone in sadness.

One such guest showed up this morning, online, and shared with me the story of her cousins who were momentarily about to lose their precious seven-year-old son to cancer. This dear little boy is losing, or has lost, as I write, his battle with that demon disease. I’m crying for this friend and her cousins.

A similar story came my way a couple of years ago, via another friend who witnessed almost the exact same scenario with friends of hers and their seven year old grandson.

A fellow blogger reminded me of the story she posted of her mother succumbing to cancer’s clutches, and the crushing feeling of helplessness she experienced at that time.

And then there was Kristiana, a dear little member of our church, whose face I can see to this day, who also left her family and friends in a state of sadness for her loss, but also a state of happiness for Christ’s gain. She was thirteen and had fought her battle for nine years.

 

And so I’m reminded, although we don’t expect to be hurt by the ones we love, it happens: whether by death-which is out of our hands-or unkind remarks, which are also out of our hands, we are, if we are caring people, going to be hurt. Guaranteed. It goes without saying, if we don’t care we won’t hurt.

As always, God has a way of catching me off-guard and causing me to smile through my tears. It happened at nine o’clock this morning, when the child in me began to sing “Jesus loves me, this I know…” and that’s all I needed to know. Everything else is secondary.

So, who am I to cry? Just another person who bleeds when cut, and thankful for those who come by with bandages.

May God bless all those who stand by with those boxes of tissues. I love you.

 

 

 

When Hurt Hurts


This is not going to be an easy blog to write, and it’s going to be the shortest. In other words the least said, the better.

Two people took exception to yesterday’s post, “Is Anyone Listening?” Maybe more did, I don’t know, but these two let me know in no uncertain terms how they took it as a personal attack, and sent me messages to that effect. (So much for a technical glitch.)

Well, as I explained to them, it was not a personal message, but an attempt to garner prayers for a person in need of many; a plea to the world.

I was happy to be having a celebratory lunch, and these messages came an hour before my guests were to arrive. My first reaction was to cancel the lunch because I was so upset. But that wouldn’t do, so I dried my tears, regained my composure and began preparations.

It went well enough, but the minute the door was closed on the last person, the flood began and has not stopped.

Why on earth do we do this to each other? I don’t ever want to hurt like this again.

Having said that, another response I got was from the U.S. –“On vacation with my family and praying for your friend. Do not give up. You are a wonderful friend to be asking for prayers for someone else. God bless you.”

See the difference?

But the hurt hurts and I’m still crying.

Revelations 7:17 says, And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.

“God, you are going to need one mighty big box of tissues for these tears!”

P.S. My friend is still dying, and I am still asking for prayers. Sorry, girls.