The Lord is my shepherd I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul.
He guides me along the right path for his names sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff they comfort me.
Joining Deidra and the jumping tandem and the Sunday community.
Wishing you
A day
When all the world seems to be smiling just for you!
This is what the card said that I sent my mother for mothers day.
With a big smiling flower the colors of yellows and oranges.
Then I wrote,
“Mom, enjoy a little sunshine and maybe a special treat too.”
My mother has dementia and Parkinson’s and is not able to care for herself any more.
Her days are spent in a chair or in a wheelchair.
They have moved into an adult foster home so she can have the round the clock care she needs.
Years ago, mothers day was a day for flowers.
We would go to the nursery stores and pick out pansies, geraniums and marigolds then take them over to our grandma’s house and then to our mom’s house.
Baskets of flowers for them to plant when they felt ready.
It was tradition.
Flowers the first weekend of May.
Then things began to change and relationships did too.
Grandma became more senior and sold her home.
The assisted living home she lived in did not allow her ‘flowers’ for the outside.
Then when her dementia came it was again a change for everyone.
Our parents lived far away from us and the fresh flowers for mothers day became a memory in time rather than a every year occurrence.
I have never really liked the Hallmark kind of days.
Valentines day, Mothers day, Fathers day and any of the other ‘days’ that tell us one must do something to make it meaningful.
Can’t these days be any day that has value and purpose?
Isn’t mothers day the day a new mom holds her newborn baby and realizes the ‘shift’ in relationships?
No longer is she just a daughter, she is now a mother to a daughter or a son.
I am one of the people who stand at the card section year after year and read the sentimental words and wonder… really?
So much to think about on this mothers day.
It could be my last one with her.
My dad is very ill too and perhaps this is our ‘year’ for both of them.
We already said goodbye to my husbands mom and dad.
Traditions change as our lives move in different stages.
On this mothers day I will reflect and remember to pray for all the mom’s with daughters and sons and tomorrow as I plant my new flowers in ‘pots or baskets’ and place my hands in roots and soil.
Perhaps I will even smile as I remember how it once was tradition.
The Friday challenge word is comfort.
You write for five minutes without editing. Then publish.
I am not sure how to write this mothers day weekend.
The bond of sisters is comforting.
I am the youngest of three.
I guess that has a perk but I have never felt how special being the youngest should be.
Our lives were different and our world was very different growing up.
I cannot say our ‘earlier’ growing up years were full of comfort.
Unless you count the nights of warm wash rags and Vick’s vapor rub on chests that could not even try to breath in a decent breath of air.
I personally don’t remember comfort as part of our younger ‘growing up years’.
Comfort means peace.
Soft
a warm blanket kind of snuggling and a knowing…
A knowing that you would be safe.
We did not have that.
But as adults we do.
I have a knowing that I can call my sister any time in tears and trauma and she will listen with open arms and open heart.
I am thankful.
Comfort…
God gives us comfort.
A peace that passes ALL understanding.
That is a lot like a wonderful, comfortable sister relationship.
I am glad to say I have a sister.
A sister is comfort no matter what time of day it is.
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| photo by Rosie of Dundee, Oregon |
Joining Jumping tandem and Deidra and the Sunday community.
The word for the five minute writing challenge this week is Brave.
You write for five minutes with no editing then publish.
As I was thinking about it I thought to myself what is bravery to me?
What is the meaning and what is the ultimate test of bravery.
Immediately a picture came to my mind and I knew I had to post it.
Being brave when your situation seems to be extremely intense.
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The ones I see being brave the most are our police men and firemen.
Can you even imagine the tension and the pounding of heart at times when they run to a scene that is considered dangerous and terrible?
Thinking of the Boston bombings, and the twin towers, and many other terrible scenes through out the land where our uniformed men and women have to be brave and walk where no one wants to walk.
The mall shootings, the school shootings, the home shootings.
They train to keep us safe.
They learn new tools of the trade always finding ways to get ahead of the bad guys with the hope that some day the bad guys won’t have the power to ruin good and decent lives.
For those of us who have family members who are uniformed officers we pray and we pray more.
We pray for protection and for calms hearts and for a quiet shift.
I think the brave word should be placed right next to those uniformed officers who when they see the worst they remain strong and responsible and continue to do their job as they were trained and taught to do.
God bless our uniformed men and women.
The picture is my son not only in a training position but also on his knees in a prayerful position.
For the protection comes from the sound mind of the officer
and perhaps the prayers of the people too.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power,
and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7
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