When you hear the name Sandpiper, do you think of the bird or the singing trio who began their career in the mid-sixties? This morning I am thinking of the the three young men who released this song in 1970. It seems to fit this Saturday morning for me because it brings back a memory of my wedding day, May 8,1954. Even though it may be afternoon in other parts of the world it is still morning here in Canada. Happy Saturday.
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Sounds of Old
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.
Grace, Dignity and Love
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.
Be Like Little Children
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
All Creatures Great and Small
We never know when something uplifting will come our way or from whence it will come. In this case I was uplifted by a picture and a memory and a reminder that I am still a kid at heart.
When I saw this little guy in my Inbox yesterday it reminded me of a wonderful little song I learned as a child, “God Sees the Little Sparrow Fall.” Here is one verse and the refrain. Happy Sunday.
And all things large and small;
He’ll not forget his little ones,
I know He loves them all.
I know He loves me, too;
Because He loves the little things,
I know He loves me, too.
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.
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.
Was That Supernatural?
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?
What are the Chances?
My name is Patricia Ann Boyes.
Last Thursday I was on a bus trip from Scarborough, Ontario to Cambridge, Ontario to attend a production of Annie at the Hamilton Family Theater.
On the armrests of some of the theater seats were small memorial plaques in memory of someone’s loved one who had passed away.
The memorial plaque on my seat read, Joanne Louise Boyes. It took my breath away.
Joanne was my niece. She died twenty years ago at the tender age of eighteen years.
This theater has a five-hundred seat capacity and busloads of people attended the performance of “Annie” that day.
What are the chances that Patricia Ann Boyes would occupy the seat dedicated to Joanne Louise Boyes, the niece whose life had sadly ended all those years ago.
I repeat…what are the chances?
Just a Little Note
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.