This is a re-post of an article written during one of the most trying points of my life. It has been a “Private” post for a long time…but now in honor of the Lenten Season, here it is in its Revised Rendition (aka excessively unpleasant details have been removed for you). I offer it as a story of Faith…
(This is a revised article I wrote in February of 2011. It is as true today as it was then…maybe even more so. Wonderful things can happen when we decide to step out in Faith. We are not made to be a vase of cut flowers that are brilliant for only a short time. We…
This is a re-post of an article from a few years back …and Valentine’s is upon us again! Thank you, all parents, who do your very best in whatever situation you are in. Your unconditional love means more to your child(ren) than you know. Keep up the good work:)
“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: ‘ I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.'” Matthew 18:1-5
“Like little children”…hhhmmm. My Study Bible says that means “Trusting and unpretentious.” Og Mandino, one of my favorite authors, says this: “Never will I allow myself to become so important, so wise, so dignified, so powerful, that I forget how to laugh at myself and my world. In this matter I will always remain as a child…”
Can I live as an adult in this world with all of the responsibilities that entails and still see the world as a little child? I hope so.
Motherhood is a quick and complete submersion into a brand new, indescribable world. It is like nothing else. Yes, it is messy and at times terrifying, but it is also dazzling… blindingly beautiful. The moment that I looked upon the face of my newborn child, my life was transformed. In a split second, without even realizing the shift had occurred,…
I don’t know about you, but I wish that when I was an impressionable wee lass that adults would have been a little more considerate of my nighttime fears. The thought of laying in my big bed alone (not counting my 39 stuffed animals)…in the dark (not counting my 4 night lights and the hall light and the bathroom light)… I could still hear the floor boards creaking and the wind moaning and tree limbs scratching on the window…and the sound of the TV too low to hear but loud enough to tell me that my mom and dad were at the other end of the house. What’s in the closet behind the clothes? Did I just see the closet door open a little? Wasn’t it closed just a minute ago? What’s under the bed? Is it going to grab my ankle and pull me under and eat all of my flesh and only leave my bones and the cartilage on my ear tops and my nose tip?
For the next few days…maybe weeks, I am going to re-visit and re-post some of the articles that I first wrote almost two years ago. When I began writing my blog I was in a very “different place” figuratively and literally than I am now. Several months ago I removed many of my earlier writings because like all living things do, I had grown and changed and the words did not necessarily speak for who I was or where I was anymore. In trying to move on I did a form of “house-cleaning”, and I made private my earlier writings until I could read them through to see if they represented who I was and who I wanted to represent. The articles that originally appeared have been modified (some barely, others thoroughly). I am not interested in keeping a journal of mistakes and memories. I do not care to cling to hurts. I would rather explain how I got to the present and explore the future…so I hope that you will read and enjoy my revised writings. Peace.
First published in its original version January 2011. Revised November 2012.
A thought out of nowhere, connected to nothing…it flashes in a burst of brilliance straight into my unsuspecting mind….A thought, that in the moment, seems so profound that I know without a doubt that it will sear itself permanently into my brain… A thought so wonderful and life changing, so illuminating, that I am positive that it will stay with me forever and always…
Inevitably though, earth-shaking notions come to me while I am driving down the interstate at 70 (or so!) with no pen, pencil or paper and no safe way to make a note to myself. Or, I might solve a few of the world’s problems while standing in the grocery store’s shortest but slowest line, and by the time the debit card has been swiped, so has my mind.
Yesterday afternoon my 13-year-old son and I took a walk. We never take walks together but there is always a first, and hopefully it won’t be a last! This child of mine is a brilliant kid – he literally came out of the womb talking. Of course we couldn’t understand him, but he seemed to understand…