Saturday, December 31, 2016

2016 ends...



Life is moving forward, I can't control life or the people I love. I can't protect nor shelter those I love. I know moving into 2017 that grief will be knocking. He has been a close foe, nipping at my heels, sometimes gaining ground in my soul, pulling me down into a deep abyss since 2013.

But, I rest in the eye of the storm.  I feel Jesus in that eye, all around me, I can feel the sorrow and anger that surrounds me, but yet at my core Jesus carries me through.  Carries me, the imperfect, cranky, so called Christian who spends more time begging for forgiveness, aware of my ugliness.

I write this not knowing why I am sharing this. Is this some attempt for understanding, for some soothing words, or to put it out there how imperfect I am and yet I am loved by amazing friends and family and my redeemer.   I love Jesus, I do, he is my strength, yet the rawness of this world and the fact that the majority of people I know and love do not know nor love Jesus keeps me one foot in in the door and one foot out.  I feel him calling me deeper.  As I face 2017 I choose Jesus, to not have Him in my life would be to lose all sense of direction and purpose. He is my creator and the one who knows me completely and with all my ugliness he still chooses me. He uses me to touch others with his love and compassion. May I never let Him down or the ones I love.

Sometimes there are no words



I always knew this, but now I really know this...words for certain situations are woefully inadequate. Sometimes you can be feeling something so deeply and to express the situation to a friend or loved one and to hear their responses to what is to you - life altering, life changing, raw, can be so disappointing.


Thursday, October 08, 2015

“In repentance and rest you shall be saved, in quietness and trust is your strength" (Isa. 30:15)

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas

Monday, April 28, 2014

Hartley ~ Sweet Hartley



I had lunch today with my good friend Hartley Biggs.  He turned 88 and myself along with my other two wonderful lady friends Marion Sherwood & Jean Watters.  What was so touching was how appreciative Hartley was to spend time with us.  That we would take him to lunch.  When we were leaving, he said to me again, thank you for doing this.  It humbled me, because I often grumble about listening to the same old stories over and over and over again.  But, Hartley is special.  He reminds me of my Uncle Jimmy and of men who were my ideal as grandas.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Family Dinners


Tonight we had a pretty great meal, all together in my pretty diningroom that to this day I still love! We just had a major snow storm, the kids were outside most of the afternoon shovelling our driveway and my parents so I made a turkey dinner.  As everyone was bantering, arguing in that special way that only brings laughter, I couldn't help but remember all the many meals around this table with people I have loved and cared for who have moved on or passed away.  I cherish the memories!

I feel very melancholoy of late, grateful for my amazing children, my husband, my family.  I wish I could put my hands around the ones I love and protect them from the harm of this world, but I can't.  I do feel God's hand around me, helping me stay the course during these tough days of uncertainty and change.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Over


2013...the year that left me cold.

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Elf on the Shelf!

Okay, so whom ever invented Elf on the Shelf I'm happy for you!  Your uber rich because umpteen million of these little devils have been sold to add late night havoc to every mother's day!  Now at the end of my day, usually around 11pm or later I jump up in panic because I didn't do something amazing with the Elf!

My daughter laments to me how her Elf doesn't move from his perch...EVER!  I hear all the tales from school (the other place where kids learn how inadequate you are without actually saying that) as they fill you in with all the amazing details of other kids lives and at this time of year it is Elf!

Last year I managed to pull off a few tricks...nothing major for this craft/elf challenged mother!  I peeled open a chocolate bar and took a bite and set it on Elfs lap, I moved him inside the Playmobile advent calendar drawer, and I think I recall sticking him inside my daughter's Barbie house.

However, this year I really had to up my game.  She is ten this year and I realize that this is probably her last Christmas believing in all things magical and wonderful like Santa, tooth fairies and elves!  So I googled Elf on the Shelf, I poured through Pintrest (thank goodness for Pintrest) and I came up with a doozy that to my delight blew her away this morning!




Ella has a wicked sense of humour so I think I will stick to naughty elf pranks (when I remember or can muster up the enthusiasm) and hopefully build some lasting memories of this Christmas season.



Monday, November 04, 2013

Isn't this great!

“What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?…I avow my faith that we are marching towards better days. Humanity will not be cast down.  We are going on swinging bravely forward along the grand high road and already behind the distant mountains is the promise of the sun.” 

Winston S. Churchill (Dundee, Scotland, on 10 October 1908)

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Change



You can feel it, feel it moving closer, you try to run ahead, duck, hide, but change is coming and you can't stop it.  It is like a train gathering speed.  I'm afraid.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Choosing to be Thankful!

There are so many things this past year that have been both sad and tragic.  But, with Thanksgiving this weekend and feeling conflicted on even acknowledging the holiday, I realized that I have so much to be thankful for and appreciative.  It is the hard times, the sorrow, that builds our muscles so to speak; to find joy in this life even when inside you're weeping.  It make us appreciate people and the little things of life that make us happy.




Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Hindsight

Hindsight is one of those things that can spur change and crush your spirit all at the same time.  If we only knew how precious time is, how choices and decisions we make reach into the future to either soothe us or wound us.  Would we do it differently, would we prioritize people and relationships over others?  All we can do is make the best choices we can with what we know; and do our best.  Sometimes as the saying goes, "your best just isn't good enough" but often it is all we have in the moment and on this crazy journey of life.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Have you seen this Child?? The answer is YES!



Have you seen this child...they are everywhere in your local community...often coming from homes with poverty, parents with addictions, abuse, mental health issues, single parents, the list goes on.

What you have to ask yourself is why we can ignore them??  Why we can justify the latest cool gadget or latte and yet we can't find time or money to support local charities or churches who try to help these children.  

Sorry if I sound cranky today...but I'm tired of hearing from well meaning people that they can't deal with looking at these poor little ones...they would have trouble sleeping...maybe what they really mean is that they don't want to feel bad.  Ignorance is bliss. 

“Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you.”


Wednesday, August 07, 2013

ABC's

This is what age must learn about:
The ABC of dying.
The going, yet not going,
The loving and leaving,
And the unbearable knowing and knowing” 
― E.B. White

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

Seeing through a Glass Darkly




We walk through this life making choices every day, hoping that the choices you make, the direction you are going is the right one.  You wake up each day believing you have enough time in your day to be with the ones you love and care about and if you don't there is always tomorrow or the weekend.  Why do we presume this?

In an instant all the choices you have made, the time you invested into things or people that you believed were important come up short when faced with the reality of how fragile our time is here on this earth.  You realize that we can only see what is in front of us today yet we live our lives as if the future is wide open, ours to manage and fill.  We can't presume anything about the future.  You can hope for the future, you can live your life believing in a future, yet acknowledging how limited our view into the future is.

If we knew how much time each of us have would we live differrently?  How would we choose to live?  As a mother whose children have grown in what seems like an instant, I feel time passing me by and I realize as these children grow up that I lose control of their life.  It was our job to keep our children safe, to keep them healthy and happy.  Now I see how limited our control really was.  Life happens, and when reality hits it will take your breath away.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.  1 Cor. 13:12 KJV

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Fragile



As days speed up, you realize that time stands still for no one.  We have no control over those we love, no control over those we love from a far, nor those we think we will one day reconnect with.  Time is fleeting, life is fragile.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Shane




Magee, Shane - Death

MAGEE, SHANE - June 25, 2013, in Canada, beloved only son of Bill and Joan Magee, 14 Ganiamore Avenue, Portrush. Will always be lovingly remembered and so sadly missed by his family and many friends here and in Canada. A Service to remember Shane's life will be held in Portstewart Baptist Church on Tuesday 2nd July at 7.00 p.m. Donations, if desired, can be given to Foyle Search and Rescue (Suicide Prevention), c/o Miss Alison Wade, 3 Upper Abbey Street, Coleraine, BT52 1BF. In Heaven God will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain. Rev. 21 v. 4.
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Thursday, June 06, 2013

"Entre Nous"


We are secrets to each other
Each one's life a novel
No one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We're linked to one another
By such slender threads

We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships

[Chorus:]
Just between us
I think it's time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show
Just between us
I think it's time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room for you and I to grow

We are strangers to each other
Full of sliding panels
An illusion show
Acting well rehearsed routines
Or playing from the heart?
It's hard for one to know

[Chorus]

We are islands to each other
Building hopeful bridges
On a troubled sea
Some are burned or swept away
Some we would not choose
But we're not always free

Rush