Sunday, September 27, 2009
The only way to cope with this is retirement. That won't be for at least another 15 years at the rate we're going. Perhaps I'll win a lottery. Oooops! Don't gamble. Perhaps some obscure relative will die and leave me all his money. Perhaps... heh, heh... perhaps not! Well, maybe the Reader's Digest Sweepstakes? Is that really gambling?
Oh well, I'm just going to have to continue to take it one day at a time.
God, thank goodness you're here with me. What in heaven's name would I do without you!?
I ask you!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Well, right now she's here. So I'm taking it one day at a time and praising God for every moment I still have her to love. So I'm asking God to help me love her the best that I can. I'm cherishing whatever time I still have to spend with her. Yesterday I fed her lunch and then sang some hymns for her. She closed her eyes and smiled while I sang. She loves music. I've been privileged to take care of my mom in my home for 11 years now. Every day has been a give from God. My children have had their Grandma and she has seen eight of her great-grandchildren every week and they've had a chance to know her love. God is so good.
Friday, August 21, 2009
What was supposed to be a simple surgery turned into a journey and ended with a completely new perspective on health and well being.
A child's encounter with a dog changed our lives and created stress and sadness. We had a pet. Now we don't have a pet.
We go along each day and we like the stability of our lives. We like that, aside from a few not far from home adventures, we do the same thing day in and day out. We can count on that. It makes us feel secure.
Then one day everything changes.
Is there anything you can count on?
Thank goodness that God never changes. He always stays the same. He's always there - even when we can't see Him, even though we can't feel him.
"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:6
ps. Update for Good Bye Boomer - good news of a sort. It turns out that Boomer didn't bite the little boy. There were no teeth marks at all, he swiped at him with his very large paw. Even though that wouldn't have changed our decision, it still makes me feel a little better.
Monday, August 17, 2009
At the end of the pier I sat and stared at the water, the sun shining down on it looked like sparkling diamonds. No matter where I stood on the pier, the line from the sun made the trail of diamonds lead straight to me. I sat and pondered the truth that God's light finds me no matter where I am. I sensed His presence at that moment and as the heat from the sun warmed my body, the light of God's love filled my heart.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
First, they give you privacy. No one can see through a fence, unless it is a lattice fence, like the one they put up behind our trailer. But to see through you’d have to go up to the fence and peer through the lattice work to actually see. That would be rude, wouldn’t it? Would anyone in their right mind, other than Gladys Kravitz, do something like that?
Second, fences keep people out, although someone could climb over. That would be awkward though and most people, aside from unruly 11 year old boys, respect them.
Third, they keep things in. If you have a dog a fence is a good idea because, unless the dog is a tireless digger, they’ll stay in a fenced yard.
I finished at three. I don’t want there to be too many more reasons than that to like fences. I like openness and vulnerability, it appeals to me as a quality. Except that after a while a life without fences can become difficult to manage. If anyone can see in, come in and anything can leave… well, let’s just say that kind of life quickly becomes one of constant activity and can spiral down into chaos.
And while fences have their uses – I like the lattice kind. You can see a bit through it, but not completely. It’s a fence that is kind of inviting.
It says, come and see if I’m home – but don’t bombard me with your presence.
It says, come and knock and let me invite you in.
It says, I’m open to visiting with you, but with limitations.
Sometimes, we need fences like this in our lives. Our work can crowd our lives and worm its way into our home life. Friends can barge in without an invitation and intrude into time that we need to reserve for recharging or feeding our souls. Even family can make demands on us that can seem reasonable but drain us of our energy.
They say fences make good neighbours.
I think they help people stay healthy as well.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
However, in a healthy family, each child gets to determine how they'll follow God's plan for their life when they come of age. Parents never really know what to expect when it comes to their kids. So as I experience the reality of being a Nana so early while still having young boys at home, I sense the hand of God in all of this. God is leading us on a journey and it's going in a different direction than we thought it would. It affects our life in so many ways - the direction of our work and vocation, our retirement, how we spend our time... everything changes.
That's not always a bad thing.
Enjoy the pictures... Kathie
Papa's Girls Sydney & Alethea (& baby Lily)
Mailea & Nana
Mailea, Sydney & Bronwyn blowing raspberries!
Bronwyn Sheena Anne born March 19th, 2009
Naomi Kathryn June born June 27th, 2009
... And now a reprieve.... till the next one gets married and starts having children. How many will we end up with? Who knows....
Want to make a guess?
Monday, June 29, 2009
But here I am, fearful, anxious and generally unhappy with the state of my life. It will come like a thief in the night and steal my calm right out from under me. My chest will become tight, breathing will get shallow and my neck will tense. Then the adrenaline will rush upwards and my lower bowells will feel like they are going to melt... and if I can't stop it I'll begin to feel like I might cry. How did this happen. It is so complicated. It cannot be explained easily.
I knew something was wrong when I couldn't knit. When I can't concentrate on knitting, there must be an investigation. For without knitting, what kind of life would I have? What would I do? How could I cope without the endless stream of creativity that falls gracefully from two clicking needles?
So I am investigating - through the medical doctor, through a natural doctor, with a psychologist. Hopefully, I will find the answer and therein find the way out.
They say I will find the way out. They say I will get better.
With calm and peace around me.
sigh..... I hate that I have to do this. And that is likely the attitude that got me here in the first place. God must have a reason for making me stay still.
If you're reading this, then I hope that you'll pray for me to heal and recover.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Well, here's some news....
Baby Bronwyn is here!
Sarah deliverred her at 3:04 am on the 19th of March. One push, no fuss, no muss - my daughter is a pro!
Well done, Sarah!