Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tag:Nearest Book

O.K. I’ll play the game, and by the way, I feel honored to be asked

The nearest book at my desk is one I had carried downstairs to put away after I had read it again for the third time. The Jesus I Never Knew. This is the book that made me a Phillip Yancy fan. I’ve read most of his books, but this is by far my favorite; but after all look at the subject matter. He describes a Jesus I would be challenged by meeting, which I think is the exact effect he is supposed to have on us.

The chapter this excerpt comes from is on Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, and teachings on the Beatitudes. He ends the segment on the particular beatitude–"Blessed are the peacemakers…Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness." referring to the time in 1989 when many of the nations in Eastern Europe used non-violent means to stop the oppression of Communism:

In many of these places, especially the nations of Eastern Europe, the Christian church led the way. Protesters marched through the streets carrying candles, singing hymns, and praying. As in Joshua’s day, the walls came tumbling down.

I remember those days, when “the Wall” came tumbling down. It was so exciting, to see people chipping away at it, huge portions falling away, the reunions of families who hadn’t seen each other in years. The joy, tears, the hope! Am I aging myself? You bet. Some times were definitely worth living through.
I can't tag five, but I'll tag Shiuvaun I KNOW she has a book on her desk, it will just be WHICH ONE!!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


Nina left this morning. Shiuvaun came a few weeks ago. Two friends who when they found out that Mother had passed away, called and said, “I’m coming to see you.” We made plans and sure enough they did.
I have friends that “visit” with me. I have other friends who don’t live close enough to come and visit, but have made that effort to call me and chat for a long enough period of time, I’m sure their phone bills reflect their sacrifice in time—but I appreciate it so much.
In the southern vernacular where I grew up, it wasn’t referred to as “talking”—i.e. “We are talking right now.”—it was ‘visiting’ with someone. You went over to visit someone on Sun. afternoon after church, or you had someone come and visit. There is a difference between talking and visiting. Talking is communication through verbal encounter, visiting can be talking, but is also being present in someone’s life, and maybe you talk, maybe you don’t, maybe you are there for moral support and comfort, without uttering a word. That is a visit. That is what my friends do for me. We talk about anything and everything. Or we just sit and be quiet, just savoring the presence of the others company.
Shiuvaun and Nina are two of my “oldest” (meaning length of time I’ve known them), and dearest friends.
We have a history, but it doesn’t matter how long it has been since we’ve seen each other, we pick back up, and take off, like we have never been apart, and yet because we are apart, we appreciate every minute we are together.
Our histories are familiar and comforting to us and the present is a gift, and the future, not something we take for granted.
Their visits during the past month, have been like a breath of fresh air. I don’t think they will either one know how much it helped me, and boosted me, and encouraged me.
It is funny what an afternoon, or evening or a “sleepover” with a friend can do for ones moral. I feel cared about by someone besides my family (don’t get me wrong I love that, but it is "family"). This is different, this is someone who just likes me enough to make a sacrifice in time to come and spend time with me, to help me over a difficult time, of missing someone else in my life; what special people they are! Thank you ladies!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Friends with thoughts

I added an "element" to my blog today, Favorite Blogs. These are two young ladies whom I have known since they were quite short, perhaps newborn. I find thier thoughts provoking, and encouraging, and stimulating, and silly (yes some of those Serenity, have made me laugh out loud, THANK YOU!!)and thoughtful.
They are deemed in my opinion worth reading. They will inspire, and give you a new way to think, on a positive and encouraging note, something the world needs in abundance.
Check them out and enjoy, and then go to Ungrind-I don't know her at all, and stumbled on the site quite by accident, but am enjoying the perspective there as well.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


I NEED to write today. I have been reading my favorite blogs, and something occurred to me that I had not realized.

I’m out of the loop. That’s right, the T.V. loop that is.

If you don’t watch television, and aren’t familiar with any of the programs that are on television, you are really at a loss as to how to participate in certain conversations. Plus, you have absolutely no idea what people are talking about when they refer to certain names on shows that have become household names, due to the popularity of the show.
We decided that over $60 a month for television was a little too much money when we seldom found anything on we wanted to watch, except movies that we had already seen or owned, and could therefore watch anytime we wanted.
I can check the weather on the computer (we chucked the T.V. for high speed internet—much better), read the news, and accomplish many other things on the internet without commercials, something we came to loath.
I don’t have to watch people who are searching for their fifteen minutes of fame make absolute fools of themselves while the producers of the show call it “reality T.V.”
We are reading some great books, and getting much more accomplished in the evenings. We are finding there is much more to talk about than we realized, and are actually talking about it.
This is not the first time we have been out of the loop-try homeschooling your kids-and are finding it as rewarding as we found that.
I’m not saying we will never have television again, but right now we aren’t missing it.
I will admit to one twinge however. I asked Audrey when the Westminster Dog Show was on, and she reminded me that we don’t have t.v. anymore and therefore I won’t be able to watch it so now, of course, I will have to check the results on the internet. instead. Not a problem!
It seems that something’s just aren’t worth putting up with other things for.
So for now we will tune out.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


It looks like this outside today.
Yes, it is cold, but it is bright-brilliant- blinding-beautiful.
I went out early this morning, before the sun was up, and cleaned off the deck, and filled the bird feeders (I have 3 pairs of redbirds!), and then came in and waited for the day.

It came on in a cold, clear, crisp winter day way, and simply has been the perfect winter day all day.

This is a mundane thing to be talking about and thinking about but I have this wallpaper on my computer and if you can’t read the scripture in the upper right hand corner it says:

The precepts of the Lord are right,
Giving joy to the heart,
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
Giving light to the eyes
PS 19:8

So in the midst of a bitter cold winter day with 6 inches of snow on the ground, I am focusing on the radiance of the sun off the snow, being as bright and radiant as the scriptures affect in my life, just like the Son of God.

Saturday, February 2, 2008


What is normal?
I have asked myself this several times in the last 24 hours.
Two weeks ago yesterday my mother died, and for some reason yesterday I was missing her terribly. Perhaps it was because it was a Friday--a dialysis day. Perhaps it was because life is returning to a time where the routine should resume, but it hasn't. The influx of family has left, I am not getting phone calls several times a day from one of my sisters (don't get me wrong, I love that), I don't get sympathy cards in the mail everyday now, and I have most of the boxes of things from her apt. stashed away.
But I had a hard time yesterday. I didn't want to get out of bed yesterday morning, I don't know how long I could have slept, but I'm pretty sure it would have been a record breaker, and when I did get up it "felt" like a dialysis day. I kept looking at the clock-almost 10, need to go get Mother--Nope. After crying on an off all morning, and trying to get my mind off of it, and on something else, I decided to run into town to take care of some errands. Basically just find something to keep me busy. I killed a lot of time visiting with a friend I hadn't seen in over a year, catching up, but of course the topic of Mothers death came up, condolenses were offered, and there it was again.
Finally, I finished, and headed home, crying as I went. As I stopped at the mail box to get the mail there was a card from a close family friend who had known my mother all her life, the poem read-

You'll never forget your Mother's face,
the sound of her voice,
the gentleness of her touch....
they let you know you were loved.

You'll never forget the stories she told,
the traditions she handed down....
they let you know who you are.

You'll never forget
the lessons she taught,
the things she stood for...
they are her gift and your legacy.

You'll never forger,
and you'll always know
that you honor her every day
in how you live
and who you are.

In her written comments she addressed the very issue I was dealing with, continueing life without the daily physical presence of my Mother. That was it exactly! The physical makes a huge difference, so I must shift to a different kind of presence--the presence of memory. It reminded me of all the things I still have from my mother. So when I look at her picture and if I sit and listen long enough, I can still hear the sound of her voice.
It isn't "normal" of old, but it will be the new "normal" for now.