We, and I am talking about two of my daughters, one of my prayer partners who is reaching the age of 87, and myself, are definitely not getting a full nights sleep. I always sleep, and drift off very nicely. Lately, each one woman has told me she is struggling to get a decent nights sleep. We are not all together as we have these conversations. But in the past few days, each one has relayed to me having bad dreams and then drifting off and then wide awake throughout the night. Before I can ask what they are doing to go back to sleep, they tell me. They each begin praying earnestly for their loved ones, and I told them the exact same thing has been happening to me during the same time. I wake up nervous, but I don’t know why, so I start praying for my families safety and health. I believe in the power of prayer and I mention it in my posts sometimes. For some reason, maybe an angel is shaking us awake, because we are all praying for the same people.
The life I have, and have had, is just beautiful. I have always loved being a momma, wife, daughter, and friend. I am so thankful. I have noticed there are stages, as a family, we have to climb up and get through to graduate to the next. Sometimes, I slow down, fall, or stop, but never quit and don’t plan to. Each day of my life, since I have had our first child, has been very full of love, bills, work, stress, tears, fun & laughter. We added prayer to our to-do list and gave all our worries each morning, at supper, and at bedtime to the Lord. Our life together, as a big family, has been very rich.
As we dwindled down to two, I felt empty, and then lost. Empty, because I loved hearing their voices and laughter in the house, and lost, because I would not have them around to mommy them. School schedules, swimming, sports, doctor appointments, working, rushing to the store, making homemade meals each night, prayer and bedtime. Then doing it all over again, and again. I went over being a mother and felt like I had tried so hard to be the very best. I loved each one of our children so much and the same. I never had a favorite child. I loved how they were each different. If I went back in time, I would add in more cooking with them, teaching them further than the basic recipes. I would play more classical music and insist they each learn notes and try their hand at a musical instrument. I would have longer, daily reading time. (WHERE I could see them and WHAT they were reading). LOL I would provide more and better materials for writing, and their artwork. We would find something new to learn every single day. I would stop everything and play more.
I have always told each one of them how proud I am of them. So, as my time having each one in our home, has ended, I tried to think of a way to stay connected. I pray daily for each one, and their new young families. I still encourage them and tell them I love them and that I am proud of them. I listen to each new plan they have and smile as much as possible. (Even if I begin to worry about this new direction they are headed). I exercise more and eat better so I can hopefully be healthier for them when I am older. I try to stay up on new technology, songs, books, and movies. But I still might be considered a dinosaur! I love them so much and I keep them in my prayers. I picture the future, the up’s and down’s, and I try to stay strong. Trying to stay strong, keeping the path open, if they need me. Standing here,trying to stay connected.
Originally posted on CBS Pittsburgh:
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Perseverance:steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success
obstacles that might stand in my way each day as I try to write and learn:scheduled away from the house for work,errands,travel,and appointments,interruptions at home by family or by the phone
what to do about these obstacles:carry a pen and paper to jot ideas down for writing,use ColorNote on my phone,bring my tablet with me as I travel,talk to my family and let them know I am working (writing) and still have special time with them during the day and also a few nights
Since I have to be out, listen to the radio to educate myself on the news, and new songs, listen to people’s conversations,help people in need,look for ways to volunteer and/or get involved,go to my appointments early and relax (a little me relaxing time)
Keep encouraging myself and others around me to work hard towards their dreams. Tell them they will have down days and people will be negative, but try to look for the positive.
Never give up! Keep writing,dreaming,never stop!
I have an open prayer going today. I have had a moment of silence. I pray for each person that was there when it happened and each person that lost someone that day. I pray for our firefighters, medics, and each and every one that helped those in need. I continue to pray for the safety of our nation, and our families and friends……………….
There once was a young girl that blossomed to be a beautiful flower. Her parents loved her and watched her grow to be a lovely young lady. Her smile was like sunshine. Her limbs were graceful and danced like the wind through a willow. When she was near, not only did her words touch their heart, but her eyes invited them to look deep into her soul. There she would pull them near and wrap them close with her love. There they would stay through the day.
She began to take walks, just to have her own time to be away. She mingled with some close friends, and they began to help lead her astray. They introduced her to a young man that had grown to be a weed. Poisoning every part of their promising flower. He pushed the evil drink to her full lips. He encouraged her fun times if she would just swallow what was in his hand. He even went so far as to get her to poison herself with the needle he placed in her hand.
Then one day, the flower and the weed went to far. They hovered above their broken bodies and looked at their soiled life. They were trampled, and mangled and cried out for some one to please help. The same time they were crying, the flower’s parents were kneeling. Praying for help. Praying for angels to appear. Angels to guide their souls back to their bodies. To heal them and protect them. To bring them back home. There they would wrap them in mercy and give them hope.
That night a prayer was answered. Medicine poured over and through, like rain, healing their insides, and encouragement, like sunshine, helped them continue to grow. Now when people look, they see these two. Two young happy people. New parents. Living free.
Warmth, strength, relaxation and reassurance. This is what I gather from the trunk of a tree when I wrap my arms around one. No, you will not find me out every day hugging one. Probably, I have only done this about five times in my life. You have to be lead to, kind of invited.
As a child, well, even as an adult I have climbed several trees. I love to sit quietly once I have conquered the climb and kind of meditate. I find being up a tree and hugging one if I can’t climb it, to be so relaxing. The climb down is not always that easy. But then I remember my mom saying, “You got yourself up there, now you can get yourself down”. So true. Maybe a tree helps in life’s up’s and down’s. Teaching us that we got ourselves in a situation and now we must figure the way back. Then all is well after a hug.
To hug a tree, to me, really does seem to heal my mood and make me smile. I picture this tree to be drawing me near, coaxing me over, expecting me to gaze at it’s height and beauty. Then I completely surprise it by putting my arms as far around as I can, pressing my cheek to the bark. Deep, warm, feelings of love race through my body and I hope right down to it’s roots. Connecting our two souls and other souls that have had the courage to hug a tree.