This morning there was an outdoor sound that imitated horse hooves on pavement. It took me back to the clip-clop days of horse and wagon deliveries of my childhood. It was always a treat to see a horse doing its job except when the tail went up and you knew that anything but a treat was about to land on the road. I always wondered how the horse knew to lift its tail out of the way. Back then there were milk wagons, bread wagons, ice cream wagons and even ice wagons. Iceboxes were still the norm for storing perishables in some homes in the forties.
I couldn’t identify the sound I heard today but enjoyed the memory it invoked. I hope your weekend includes some sounds of old. Happy Saturday.
Another of my church friends climbed the stairway to heaven yesterday, leaving behind happy memories in the wake of grief. Joanne’s husband, daughters, family and friends will miss her smiling face and gentle ways for a long time to come but will take comfort in knowing that she will be as loved in heaven as she was here on earth.
Dying has to be one of life’s most grievous tasks, and yet, as we all know, it is inevitable.
May we all take consolation in knowing that this dear lady faced the end of life as she had always faced life itself, with grace, dignity and love.
Do you sometimes relive your childhood? Does it make you feel glad or sad? How do we reconnect to that childhood? Here is one way gleaned from the Internet:
Start by deciding to abandon caution and to give this a try. Start by identifying the qualities of children you’d like to emulate: curiosity, play, living in the moment, abandoning worries, imagination, creativity, pure joy. Observe children. Watch how they play, how they live, how they create, how they ask questions.
And here is some of what the Bible says about children:
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3
“And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.” Mark 10:16
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.
Remembering childhood camp songs is one of my favorite things to do. I sang them to my children and their children; how many of them will remember, I have no idea. Here is one that helps keep a smile on some faces during this time of frowns and fears. Let’s climb Sunshine Mountain today. Happy Saturday.
Following is one of the meanings of the word supernatural as found in The Mirriam-Webster Dictionary: departing from what is usual or normal especially so as to appear to transcend the laws of nature
Having said that, would the following narrative meet that criteria?
Friday, May 8th would have marked the 66th anniversary of the date I married the father of my five children. His name was Bill Boyes and he died in 1992. While having breakfast Friday morning, I silently said, “Hey, Bill, if you remember this would have been our 66th anniversary, could you let me know in some way?”
Later, while watching the noon news, a fire captain was describing a house fire. His name came up on the screen….BILL BOYES.
I attended another celebration of life yesterday. The main memories the family had of their mother/wife/grandmother were of how much she loved life and how life loved her back. It was meaningful that in the face of death she knew that she would “dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23). That’s how I find the courage to say, Happy Sunday, in the aftermath of sadness.
September 11, 2001. Who can ever forget that fateful day when the twin towers fell in New York City due to a terrorist attack at 8:46 a.m. One of my grandsons had his eighteenth birthday that day and said his birthday would never be the same again. I was reading a passage in scripture this morning, Isaiah 30:25 “In the day of great slaughter, when the towers fall…” This had nothing to do with 9/11…or did it?