Although I will never be able to comprehend the events in CT, I was given this link, and it has helped me immensely in processing it all. I think it will help you too. There are, unfortunately, some events that happen throughout our lives, that we just cannot understand why. Columbine, hurricanes, earthquakes, cancer to name just a few. As we close out this year, 2012, may we understand that God is sovereign. I feel safe knowing that it is He who is in control when I lay my head down to sleep at night. He knows the very hairs on my head, and he weeps when we weep, and I believe, wants to give me and you abundantly more than we could ever think or imagine. He knows what is best for us. We just have to believe that and let Him lead. I believe the word is TRUST. May we all TRUST him more in 2013. Happy New Year.
http://andrewlazo.com/2012/12/where-was-god-in-sandy-hook/
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Post Christmas
I continue to be astounded by the events in Connecticut. I should not be. Evil is all around us. Webster defines evil as: morally wrong or bad; wicked. Harmful, unfortunate; disastrous. Evil intention. Injury.
Why am I surprised by this? After all it does say in John 16:33, "in this world you will have trouble."not if or maybe. Will.
Perhaps it is because children were involved. Defenseless, innocent lives.
I take great comfort in the verse in 2 Corinthians 4:16. "do not lose heart..we are renewed day by day..for this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, we look not on what is seen, but what cannot be seen. For what is seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal."
At Christmas, I was reminded of what I believe:
I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell (the grave)
On the third day he rose again. He ascended into Heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the holy spirit, the holy catholic church the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting.AMEN.
Christmas was wonderful. I got to be with family. We played a great new game that made us laugh and have memories. We had to put 5 nouns apiece in a box, and had to act them out...girls against the guys. Very funny. My name got in the mix about 3 times and each time, it was guessed quickly...they mimicked my mannerisms and won every time. Hmmmmmm.....we ate too much and laughed lots. I am grateful.
My babes know how to get to my heart. I got a blanket with pictures of them all over it. I cried. No surprise there!
I was given Turkish delight this year. A gift that is quite labor intense. It is the sweet temptation that overwhelmed Edmund in the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe...evil....the white witch. Thanks for the time investment Pam. It is very much appreciated.
I hope you all had a joyous Christmas.
Why am I surprised by this? After all it does say in John 16:33, "in this world you will have trouble."not if or maybe. Will.
Perhaps it is because children were involved. Defenseless, innocent lives.
I take great comfort in the verse in 2 Corinthians 4:16. "do not lose heart..we are renewed day by day..for this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, we look not on what is seen, but what cannot be seen. For what is seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal."
At Christmas, I was reminded of what I believe:
I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell (the grave)
On the third day he rose again. He ascended into Heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the holy spirit, the holy catholic church the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting.AMEN.
Christmas was wonderful. I got to be with family. We played a great new game that made us laugh and have memories. We had to put 5 nouns apiece in a box, and had to act them out...girls against the guys. Very funny. My name got in the mix about 3 times and each time, it was guessed quickly...they mimicked my mannerisms and won every time. Hmmmmmm.....we ate too much and laughed lots. I am grateful.
My babes know how to get to my heart. I got a blanket with pictures of them all over it. I cried. No surprise there!
I was given Turkish delight this year. A gift that is quite labor intense. It is the sweet temptation that overwhelmed Edmund in the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe...evil....the white witch. Thanks for the time investment Pam. It is very much appreciated.
I hope you all had a joyous Christmas.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Earlier post
I eerily echo my December 9 post ...The Gift.
I have no words today to express such sorrow in the loss of life in Connecticut.
May the God of all comfort be with all those who grieve. Amen.
I have no words today to express such sorrow in the loss of life in Connecticut.
May the God of all comfort be with all those who grieve. Amen.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12-12-12
Had to post this today.
On this 12 month, 12 day, in the year 12,
My husband told me he loved me at exactly....you guessed!
12:12!
Clever!
On this 12 month, 12 day, in the year 12,
My husband told me he loved me at exactly....you guessed!
12:12!
Clever!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
The gift
My mind is in a musing kind of place today.
The weather outside is picturesque. It is narnia like! There is a deluge of snow. A winter wonderland. Snow is glistening. Wow! Nature's gift.
I was given an unexpected gift this weekend. Not the kind that is impeccably wrapped with glister put with anticipation under the tree. This gift can't be opened. It is the gift of transparency.
While we are out reveling in the wonder of this festive season, may we ever be perceptive to those around us. Those who would just rather bypass the shopping malls and the Christmas programs and the gift giving. Maybe just bypass Christmas altogether.
I know loss. I have lived the loss of both of my parents. I know what that feels like.
But I have never lost a child. I can only imagine. My stomache hurts just thinking about it, but some live with that inconceivable pain on a daily basis.
I am sorry. Sorry from the bottom of my heart that there are those who are suffering in this insurmountable way.
I can only pray and say with hope that He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Amen.
Revelation 21:4
The weather outside is picturesque. It is narnia like! There is a deluge of snow. A winter wonderland. Snow is glistening. Wow! Nature's gift.
I was given an unexpected gift this weekend. Not the kind that is impeccably wrapped with glister put with anticipation under the tree. This gift can't be opened. It is the gift of transparency.
While we are out reveling in the wonder of this festive season, may we ever be perceptive to those around us. Those who would just rather bypass the shopping malls and the Christmas programs and the gift giving. Maybe just bypass Christmas altogether.
I know loss. I have lived the loss of both of my parents. I know what that feels like.
But I have never lost a child. I can only imagine. My stomache hurts just thinking about it, but some live with that inconceivable pain on a daily basis.
I am sorry. Sorry from the bottom of my heart that there are those who are suffering in this insurmountable way.
I can only pray and say with hope that He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Amen.
Revelation 21:4
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
A new baby
My friend just had a new baby.
I can't wait to hold him. His name is Max.
Just the scent of a new baby brings me back to my baby days.
One gift I always give for new moms is the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.
It really impresses me that this author, a male, gets being a mommy!
The saying over and over in the book is so "mommylike."
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be."
My favorite part of the book is when she goes into the room of her child, who is sleeping soundly, and picks him up and rocks him back and forth.
That was me! Guilty. I did that more times than I would care to admit!
Now that my "babies" are older, I am so thankful I did that! Drives the kids nuts now when I say I did that! Their mother must be crazy.
Yes crazy, crazy about them.
I can't wait to hold him. His name is Max.
Just the scent of a new baby brings me back to my baby days.
One gift I always give for new moms is the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.
It really impresses me that this author, a male, gets being a mommy!
The saying over and over in the book is so "mommylike."
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be."
My favorite part of the book is when she goes into the room of her child, who is sleeping soundly, and picks him up and rocks him back and forth.
That was me! Guilty. I did that more times than I would care to admit!
Now that my "babies" are older, I am so thankful I did that! Drives the kids nuts now when I say I did that! Their mother must be crazy.
Yes crazy, crazy about them.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Laugh for the day
I was certain she was desperate.
My daughter asked this morning if I could drive her to class today. She was still a little wobbly on her feet from being ill over the weekend. I jumped at the chance to help.
I am sure the moment we pulled out of the driveway, her memory was cleared of all haziness, and she regretted the request.
My kids detest driving with me. They wonder how I got my license.
You know the type..Putting the blinker on at least a block before turning, letting up and pushing on the gas pedal, keeping the speed just under 55...just to name a few.
We were on our way and soon were driving along the country roads. I get easily distracted and I am not even using a phone! Soon, the cars start passing.
She gestured with her hand to her head as if to say, "seriously?"
I just ignored her. She made me understand that she had class at nine!
Soon we were just about to the university when she explained that I needed to just "follow the circle around."
"What circle?"
"You know...the round about!!!"
Round About. Ugh. I shun them as much as I can. Someone put it simply to me today.."I drive 4 miles out of my way just to avoid those.".
You get the picture! So, here I am with this child who already has made her opinions about my driving very clear, and I am rounding the bend, with her ducking below her seat trying to evade contact with the nearest pedestrian who is keeping close contact with this driver who clearly has not perfected this ingenious way of traffic flow.
Round we go, missing our "exit" so of course we have to do the circle again. What I can't figure out is as if this going in circles isn't daunting enough, they put decorations in the middle of this maze, which makes your eyes roam and you find yourself going around just one more time yet again.
We make it to her destination, and she quickly disembarks from the vehicle and amusingly states to me that she feels like I just dropped her off in grade school for the first time. I so badly wanted to embarrass her and get out and hug her and tell her to have a good day, but wisely retreated.
I had errands to run and was at the bank recounting the tale of the morning , the best being circling the round about. It was worthy of the laughter that ensued.
To my friend John...did I ever thank you for driving in England? Not only are there round abouts, but remember, they drive on the wrong side of the road! You are my hero!
My daughter asked this morning if I could drive her to class today. She was still a little wobbly on her feet from being ill over the weekend. I jumped at the chance to help.
I am sure the moment we pulled out of the driveway, her memory was cleared of all haziness, and she regretted the request.
My kids detest driving with me. They wonder how I got my license.
You know the type..Putting the blinker on at least a block before turning, letting up and pushing on the gas pedal, keeping the speed just under 55...just to name a few.
We were on our way and soon were driving along the country roads. I get easily distracted and I am not even using a phone! Soon, the cars start passing.
She gestured with her hand to her head as if to say, "seriously?"
I just ignored her. She made me understand that she had class at nine!
Soon we were just about to the university when she explained that I needed to just "follow the circle around."
"What circle?"
"You know...the round about!!!"
Round About. Ugh. I shun them as much as I can. Someone put it simply to me today.."I drive 4 miles out of my way just to avoid those.".
You get the picture! So, here I am with this child who already has made her opinions about my driving very clear, and I am rounding the bend, with her ducking below her seat trying to evade contact with the nearest pedestrian who is keeping close contact with this driver who clearly has not perfected this ingenious way of traffic flow.
Round we go, missing our "exit" so of course we have to do the circle again. What I can't figure out is as if this going in circles isn't daunting enough, they put decorations in the middle of this maze, which makes your eyes roam and you find yourself going around just one more time yet again.
We make it to her destination, and she quickly disembarks from the vehicle and amusingly states to me that she feels like I just dropped her off in grade school for the first time. I so badly wanted to embarrass her and get out and hug her and tell her to have a good day, but wisely retreated.
I had errands to run and was at the bank recounting the tale of the morning , the best being circling the round about. It was worthy of the laughter that ensued.
To my friend John...did I ever thank you for driving in England? Not only are there round abouts, but remember, they drive on the wrong side of the road! You are my hero!
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Chicken soup
I woke up to the sound.
The , "in the back of my mind , buried, familiar , but don't want to go there" impelling sounds of...you guessed it...puking!
Visions of earlier days, danced in my head , watching my offspring projectile vomit across the room. If I wasn't so disgusted, I would be impressed by the aim!
I watched in an overwhelmed state, tired, and wondering if this was a dream.
The ranced smell quickly aroused me, bringing me focused and ready for battle.
My husband was no help as he was theatrically making it clear that he would be of no use.
Oh the memories.
Last night I was really trying to reach my now grown daughter . I really was. The walk to her room upstairs seemed especially long. I was just being cautiously optimistic that I would not find a mess when I got to her! Whew! Relief. She made it to the bathroom, but the mother instinct started, as my child was sick.
I get to pamper this grown up child all day.
The tray is full with chicken soup, crackers, 7up, her favorite toast, complete with a fancy napkin!
She probably won't admit it, but I think she secretly is enjoying the consideration and being tucked in under the warm covers. I wonder if she would let me read her a story?!
The , "in the back of my mind , buried, familiar , but don't want to go there" impelling sounds of...you guessed it...puking!
Visions of earlier days, danced in my head , watching my offspring projectile vomit across the room. If I wasn't so disgusted, I would be impressed by the aim!
I watched in an overwhelmed state, tired, and wondering if this was a dream.
The ranced smell quickly aroused me, bringing me focused and ready for battle.
My husband was no help as he was theatrically making it clear that he would be of no use.
Oh the memories.
Last night I was really trying to reach my now grown daughter . I really was. The walk to her room upstairs seemed especially long. I was just being cautiously optimistic that I would not find a mess when I got to her! Whew! Relief. She made it to the bathroom, but the mother instinct started, as my child was sick.
I get to pamper this grown up child all day.
The tray is full with chicken soup, crackers, 7up, her favorite toast, complete with a fancy napkin!
She probably won't admit it, but I think she secretly is enjoying the consideration and being tucked in under the warm covers. I wonder if she would let me read her a story?!
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