Thursday, May 23, 2013

Today I'm Sally Rand

I haven't posted on this blog for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. Since I've posted here, I've had a couple of major surgeries, five minor procedures, countless CT scans, and right now, I'm halfway through a series of radiation treatments. Life has a way of intervening. I think since I've posted here, my son graduated from college and moved to Idaho Falls to do a job he can't tell me about, my daughter has moved to Alabama to do two jobs and go back to school. She's also been to Africa and is about to go to Peru. So, why am I Sally Rand, you ask? Every day as I go for my radiation treatments, I have to give my name and date of birth. I decided to borrow names because mine got boring in my own ears. My first one was that great Irish Poet Ann O'Nymous, she's my favorite, and her writings are many and varied. From there, I've ranged all over the place. One day last week, I was Ethel Mertz, and my technician had no idea who she was. The radiologist in charge of my case had to school the young man about Ethel. So now, it's a game--stump the radio-technician. This week, I was Lucy Van Pelt, and the poor Tech had no clue about her either. He had to google her. So he comes back to me with Patricia Reichardt, who everyone knows is Peppermint Patty. Today I was Sally Rand, an obscure name for the Millenial Generation, but I was feeling frisky, and Sally fit the bill. I got a new hair cut, and even though I have shingles, I wasn't in too much pain. What's my point? There is no going through cancer without humor. Cancer can be called one of the worst times in a person's life, and peace can be hard to come by without knowing Jesus Christ. I saw this sign in the lab where I get my blood work done, and I asked the technician how much she'd collect in a day and she said, "I'd never have to work again." I don't understand the mentality that allows us to be grouchy or irritable toward people who are only trying to help. I set the tone for the people helping me, and they respond in kind to me. Smiles are free, hugs are restorative, and laughs are priceless. It's time to lift someone's spirits and the spirits to lift are your own.
You Are Lively and Courageous
You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.
You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.
Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.
You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.
A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.
You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.
People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.

You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A Poet?

Daddy would have said that I was a poet, but didn't know it, but my feet show it, they're longfellows. Now that you have had your daily groan, I'll move on to the reason for this poetical post.

I am studying "Jesus the One and Only," by Beth Moore with the ladies of my church and a few others as well. We are up to the point where Jesus is sleeping in the boat while the Sea of Galilee rages around the disciples who weren't anywhere near asleep.

We have the privilege of seeing the end from the beginning on this situation. The disciples are in fear for their very lives and Jesus is asleep in the bottom of the boat. They don't understand God's plan, that Jesus wouldn't die an anonymous death like that, that His sacrifice would be public and demoralizing for all of them. Anyway, the situation recounted there inspired this bit of "no rules" poetry.

In the boat with Jesus Christ
While waves rise up
And winds whip and roar
The mast is rocking side to side
And He sleeps.

In the boat with Jesus Christ
The sails are torn by the winds
The waves splash water in the boat
We sceam in fear of sinking
And He slumbers.

Our urgency and emergency
Cause us to to act without thinking
To panic in unbelief
We can't believe He's sleeping
When death we are facing
And winds keep our heart racing

Wake up! Wake up! Lord
Don't you see we are dying?
My child, even though the storm rages
And you cannot see where you are going
Don't you see I am with you?
And I won't lose the way.
Be still, you waves.
Be quiet, winds.
Be still, my child
And know that I am here. © February 22, 2011

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Book Blog Post

It's not everyday that a fluffy book (read that fiction) will cause me to write a whole post about it, but I read a book today (only 76 pages long) that caused me to sit back and think. The book is Holding Heaven by Jerry Jenkins. It's about more than just the birth of Christ but I won't tell you all that it encompasses. In the beginning of the book Joseph is telling Jesus His story. At the end of the book Jesus is telling Joseph the end of the story. One line will stick with me for a long time to come. "[We] are powerless in the face of God's will." There is nothing else I can say about this.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A Painful Walk Down Memory Lane

A year ago my mother had been diagnosed with a tumor the size of a tennis ball in her brain. I was making preparations to go and help out as soon as I could. A year ago I was waiting to hear her prognosis and figuring out what life was going to be like for a while.

Last week I heard Lysa TerKeurst on Positive Life Radio talking about a Bible College Chancellor who was stepping down from his post to take care of his ailing wife. Her health had been at issue for a while, but it was coming down to a point of need for more intensive care from him. His attitude was that he didn't HAVE to take care of his wife, he GOT to take care of his wife. It was a privilege.

So I looked back to a year ago, when I was planning to go help my mother--not because I had to, but because I got to. Now, let me tell you, I am sad, there are days I still cry, Mama is gone. She lasted ten weeks from diagnosis to death of her earthly body. It was hard, it is still painful at times--even more so because my husband lost his father this year as well. But I can still look back with a bit of light showing through to see how privileged I was to take care of my mother in her waning days. It's worthy of thanksgiving, and it's worthy of praise. Amen and Amen

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Random Randomness

I recently visited a church and had people come up to me and say, "I'm so glad you are here today." Then they walk off and never give me another thought. No one thought to ask my name, introduce themselves, or inquire into my life.

At this church visit, I watched the gamut of worship--full out abandon to staid participation. I've decided to ramp up my worship--God is worth it!

I have some more thoughts but they are over there ---------> and I am here X. I fell taking out the garbage a few minutes ago and I just don't want to get up. =)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Waiting

It seems that I am not the only one who is waiting on God to reveal what He has in store. This week I had a talk with my son who said he was waiting on God to show him what's next for him. He said everything is a struggle right now and that all he could think of is that God is preparing him for something new.

Later this week, I had lunch with my former boss who said that she's in a place of peaceful waiting for what God is going to do in her life next.

All three of us have come to the decision that waiting for God and His timing is just fine. I'll just have a glass of tea while I wait.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

That Quilt

The quilt top is finished. I don't have my camera with me because I sent it with my husband to Arizona. Soooooooooooooo there are no pictures.

Back to the husband in Arizona, he's there on a short term missions trip sponsored by my church through Mission Discovery. The destination of the trip is Hard Rock, AZ, the Navaho Global Mission (I think--I could be wrong here). My husband's specific job on this ministry is to build a stock fence around the church's cemetary to keep cattle out. After that, he is driving over to Texas to do some clean up at his dad's house to get it ready to sell in order to settle his dad's estate. So, he took my camera and my luggage with him. I am flying down next week to help in this endeavor and I sent my luggage ahead to pare down the cost of flying. Sooooooooooooo pictures will come as soon as I get a camera back!
maudie mae --
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