Sometimes
Joining Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday Community.
Joining Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday Community.
Breathe. Let Go.
And remind yourself
that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure. ~Oprah Winfrey ~
Joining Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday Community.
Wednesday was the last meeting of our ladies bible study.
It has been a good season.
A challenge but also a great time of sharing and of worship.
What I witnessed the most was this fact:
Women need each other.
Our lives are not to be spent alone hibernating in our homes as a young mom or even as an old mom as I am in that category.
The first day arriving the room was full of women and very few were people I knew.
As the voices mingled together in a roaring chatter I felt the first lump in my throat begin to form and then the tears dripped down my cheeks and immediately I felt overwhelmed.
Over load and overwhelm would be the words to describe my feelings.
It was a challenge to take each step into the sanctuary and then to sit down.
Alone.
I wanted to run and to bolt and to never return.
After being home for four years mostly alone or with a few little children this study would be a challenge and a stretching experience and I would have to share with others out of my comfort zone.
The music began along with the soft angelic voices singing high with melodious tunes I sat in the room and listened and sometimes entered into the time of worship.
It seems like the last ‘season’ of life grief had followed me and sat next to me on many occasions.
At times I have had to be wise when I didn’t want to and to think quickly and be a comfort for those who are broken.
It is good to be stretched beyond our capacity for God knows what we need and what we can do far more than we ever thought.
During the meeting I shared with one and she listened as my heart opened and the concerns were formed into words that she could grasp.
She took my hand and encouraged me.
Allowing me to see that we need each other.
We are not to live this life alone or walk our journeys alone.
The age differences in the room didn’t matter.
The struggles from a mom of a newborn who wouldn’t sleep and the struggles of a seventy plus senior were real and true and honest and from the heart.
The cute little senior with her bright yellow boots on and her aged skin showing me she has lived a long life and she would have many stories to tell if I were to get to know her.
We need each other.
Lord help us to know that we are not to live our lives alone and isolated.
Where friendships form and encouragement comes as lives are changed.
As one of the last ladies to share said,
“this is the most uncomfortable settings for me for so many reasons.”
Yet she challenged herself to go every week and make that commitment to not let isolation win.
I pray that today as you go about your journey you can stop and reflect on those who you know and realize how much you need in your life.
Perhaps even take time to call and say to them,
“I have been thinking of you today.”
It is only when we reach out we will realize how much we do need each other.
At this time of nations and personal tragedies I feel it is a time for prayer.
For quiet and silence.
For reflection and meditation.
For giving thanks and also for asking the hard questions of
why… and how come and how can we go on?
God has not promised our life will be simple or easy or even peaceful.
Perhaps that is why he talked about the ‘peace that passes’ all understanding.
We so often don’t understand why things happen.
Why tornado’s hit and terror happens.
Why shootings and mass destruction of bombs take place.
We don’t have the answers.
But we do know who does and HE does not have to explain himself.
We just need to trust even when the answers don’t come to us.
{And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.}
(OR)
{And God’s’ peace, which is so great we cannot understand it, will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus}. Philippians 4:7
WE don’t have the answers.
We just have to trust in the process of receiving the deep peace we can have within us from God at a time when we need it the most.
Joining Diedra on jumping tandem
A Sunday reflection for the Sunday community.
Hello I am Faith, Sharon’s Grand daughter and she didn’t have the “brain capacity” to do her blog tonight so I’m doing it. What a better than a teenager doing you grandma’s blog so here it goes.
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.
Stop.
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| photo by Rosie of Dundee, Oregon |
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