Jesus is the Reason for the Season. May the Blessings of the Christ Child be with you now and throughout the coming year. As you are Blessed, may you also be a Blessing to others. Merry CHRISTmas!
It has been a long time since I have put thoughts down. I know I need a major adjustment for I feel lost, burnt out and so tired physically, mentally and spirtually. Things I once took pleasure in now seem to be a challenge. A business discussion or the simple activity of sorting things can become overwhelming and I want to yell STOP! I go through the motions but inside I am screaming, help or I don’t care anymore; this is not who I am – this is not ME.
My body and spirit have been trying to recover ever since I was involved as a First Responder with Hurricane Katrina, then Rita, Ike and recently Irene. It has been an emotional roller coaster of ups and downs these last years as I have tried to be a Good Stewart and help those in need, be there for family, friends and acquaints and volunteer with various organizations, churches and as an individual.
Throw into that mix the everyday things that we need or should be doing, sprinkle with various health issues and mix well with the unexpected things that we encounter and I feel like a basket case on the verge of falling apart.
Talk to someone, I wish I could but don’t feel I can without feeling guilty about it and then I don’t know who it would be if I could. I would feel like I would be telling family, church or people that are counting on me, sorry, not today – please call and make an appointment.
You don’t want them to think you you don’t care, don’t love them, are that you are weak, and not dependable so, how do you say I need help myself when they look at you for strength and answers? How do you say fix it yourself when you know you can do it or have an idea on what to do to make it work.
How do you tell your spouse, who is the light of your life and know he is dealing with his own tiredness from long hours at work and daily stuff, or your daughters, who you adore and who are going through their own problems and could use Mom’s support and help, that you can’t handle any situation so, let’s not go there.
How do you say please, somehow hear me as I don’t know how to tell you how fragile I really am right now. How can I say I am on over load and cannot deal with even one more thing no matter how simple it might be? How do you erase the guilty feelings of saying I have to pay attention to me and not you?
When can No, mean I underst and what you are going through but please, just give me a little time and space so that I can be there for you but just not this minute, this hour or this day?
Please don’t think I have a huge igo as I know and so does My Lord that I am replaceable and there are others that are capable of doing the things I do. Why can’t I see them; is my vision so obscured that I can’t see the beauty of others ability because of all my short comings or attitude? Lord, help me as I pray with all my heart that is not the case. May my goal always be to strive to do your will and help my Neighbor as You have taught us.
My compassion to help runs deep. At times it seems like I can physically feel the pain that my family or someone is going through. I can hear it in their voice or see it in their body language or the activities they do or don’t do. Sometimes it is in what goes unsaid vs. what they actually say. It hurts me when I feel helpless with hands that seem tied and cannot ease the load they carry.
I feel I have lost ME somewhere along the way. My zeal for life, the joy that I get from family, friends, critters, church and helping my neighbor is gone. Let’s face it, I think my attitude sucks. I have gone from I care, we can help, we can make a difference to I am tired, I hurt, I just don’t care; and then I realize what I have said or was thinking. I fight the tears as I know that is not true and it is not ME speaking. Where have I gone?
My heart breaks and I want to cover my ears when I hear of suffering or injustice. Sometimes I want to shout to the world, why do you cause each other and all of God’s creatures such grief, pain and destruction? What do you not get about loving one another and all God’s creatures? What do you not understand about the golden rule of treating others like you yourself would like to be treated? What do we not understand about love God and love neighbor?
I stop reading the newspaper and hesitate listening to the news or watching certain programs. I don’t want to see the suffering and pain; it’s like a knife, it cuts my heart, it hurts too much.
Where do I go, to whom shall I turn? Deep within a small voice answers. I feel the darkness, there is no light; He is there and will not abandon me. He seeks to guide His lost Lamb back to His Father’s Flock. He drops signs here and there for me to follow. I feel a flash of hope as I utter a single word; Jesus. I will stumble on the journey, my fears will fade as The Light creeps in, for He is with me as I return to the sanity of His Grace.
Why Go To Church?
A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. “I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.”
This started a real controversy in the “Letters to the Editor” column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
“I’ve been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this….
They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!”
When you are DOWN to nothing…… God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment.
Source – Email
What is most valuable is not what we have in our lives, but “WHO” we have in our lives.
Today is the Anniversary of 911. I want to share this story with you.
Here I am aboard an American Airlines flight from Richmond, VA headed to Tulsa, OK by way of Dallas, TX. I am really looking forward to getting back on home ground. I really enjoyed being in Richmond but friends and church await me in Tulsa, not to mention my four legged equine friends. One thing I did not expect on this flight was for me to withness the Catholic teachings of the “Just Faith” program I had attend at a local church.
As I waited for take off, I noticed an elder gentleman of maybe Indian/Muslim decent being assisted in boarding our plane. He slowly moved forward and took the seat across the aisle from me. It was hard not to notice this distinguishing looking man. His turbin gave way to a tan face with a long pepper gray beard. His intense but kind eyes seemed to be taking everything in as he took his seat. He was very well dressed in white with a black vest to match his turbin. I glanced his way several times as we were taking off; his eyes were closed and lips moving as if he were in prayer.
As soon as the seat belt sign went off, he got up and walked to the rear of the plane. The lady next to me turned and watched him. I knew what she was thinking. I am ashame to say, the thought had crossed my mind as well; “Where we going to arrive in Dallas in one piece?”
I thought about the lessons of injustice my class had been studying. I wondered how many times people have had that same thought cross their minds in his presence? This fellow Child of God – because of 911 – how much indifferences has he had to deal with – how many stares, how much injustice and discrimination?
He sits silently in his seat now; his eyes closed. His shoulders bend slightly forward as if bearing an invisable weight. His head rests in hands that tell a story of much wear. What things does he ponder or is he in prayer? I wonder……….
I too sit quitly reflecting upon this lesson of unjust judgement that My Lord has chosen to teach. My thoughts slowly become compassion. A prayer for my neighbor takes over as I ask that his journey be one with no ill feelings exchanged to or from people he encounters along his way. I ask that any burdens he carries be lighten.
I prayed that he would reach his destitation refreshed so he could accomplish his goals whatever they maybe. And yet, as an after thought – I hope his intentions are good; is that not a form of discrimination still trying to raise its ugly head? Lord, help me to follow your example. Let me too tell Satun, get behind me and dare not temp me with his whispers of evil.
Give us the grace to look at “all your people” as Your Children. Lord, for ones that appear to be less favorable in our eyes - let us see those people through Your eyes and learn to love them even more. Let us realize that unless we walk in someones shoes we do not know what they are really going through; ” Judge Not Least You Be Judged”, why is this easy for us to say but hard for us to live by? You, my Lord, are the only one who really knows what path our neighbor has walked. Lord, help us to realize that not just some and not just the ones we choose, but ALL are our Neighbors as taught by your second commandment.
Lord, you said to ask and it shall be received; knock and the door shall be open. So Lord, I ask - help us all to work in the right way for justice, truth and freedom for the rights of all our fellow man. I knock with compassion on the door of your teachings. Guide our actions and the work of our hands; let each movement be given with love and received as a sign of hope and peace. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
September 11, I, like many, watched spell bound not believing what we were seeing, this could not be happening; did we not live in America the land of the free? And yet, there fantasyleague.com
it was unfolding before us, one plane hitting the tower,
explosion, fire, silence and then screams.
Then the second tower is hit; explosion, fire, silence and more screams.
For whatever unknown reasons, the famous Twin Towers of New York were under attack…….and so it began.
As first responders and fire trucks arrived and people poured out to help the injured, the first tower shuttered. Finally unable to withstand any longer the assult it had encurred…..it fell to the ground.
Rubble and smoke filled the streets covering everything and everyone in it’s path. Yet the men and women pushed on turning their focus to the people in
the second tower.
Yet again, as time passed it too finally surrendered to the assult and fell to the ground creating a tomb for the dead and a memorial for the living.
The thing that kept going through my mind, as I sat, watched and prayed, was that after this things as we knew them to be would never again be the same as they once were.
To those who lost their lives…….We Remember
To those who survived………….. We Hear You
To the next Generation…………..As Christians We Will Forgive -
Learn The Lesson – Move Forward - and Work To Establish Peace.
“Compassion is an extended hand of Hope”. Sid Chipman
“CARDINAL ARABIANS” is a small “Mom and Pop” horse farm located in a rural community in the Southwest part of Texas.
As noted in my prior post, “From Books to the Farm”, I fell in love with horses from the time I read Black Beauty and watched Roy Rogers with Trigger and saw Flicka on tv. I was blessed with a wonderful friend, who later became my husband, who made it possible for me to live the dream and be part of the wonderful world
of being owned by a horse.
The farm’s name “Cardinal Arabians” , is a tribute to the lady, who was also my friend, my Mother.
Mother’s favorite birds were Cardinals.
On Christmas Day in 1996, Our Lord called her home to help Him celebrate His son, Jesus, birthday. In honor of my Mother, we named the farm “Cardinal Arabians”.
And in answer to your question yes, we do have Cardinals at the farm. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I still miss my Mother but, Our Lord was merciful and His gift of the Cardinals helps to bring me peace . The birds greet me every morning as I sit on the back porch and watch the horses graze in the pastures; and then, I share a cup of coffee with my Mother.
My daughter sent this to me by email. There was no name on the post so I do not know where it originated or who to give credit too.
As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!
Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. E ach cont
ained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.
Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!
It’s like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn’t look like much from the outside.
It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.
We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy.
But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.
There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
Thank you for looking beyond
Thank you for looking beyondmy clay vessel.
APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE
THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!
Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet’
Don’t Fence Me In!
The Fight to Save a Legendary Wild Horse Herd
From Director Ginger Kathrens
The Custer National Forest awarded a contract on August 6, 2010.
It calls for the building of new, bigger, stronger, longer fence to prevent the Pryor Wild Horse Herd from grazing on their mid-summer through fall pastures atop their mountain home.
The first question I am always asked is “Why?” To answer honestly, I am not sure what is pushing this kind of expensive and unwanted project.
But, to even try to answer the question requires a bit of a history lesson.
Those that read my blog know that from time to time I post things of others that are either of interest to me or things that I think should be brought to the public’s attention. This is something I think the Public should be aware of; another BIG “oops” that a branch of our government is in the process of making.
This subject is very dear to my heart. Did you see the story on Public TV about “Cloud” and his herd? Maybe you bought the book and read it to your children.
Cloud and his family are in trouble and need the input of the general public to come to their aid. Please go to
www.thecloudfoundation.org to learn the rest of the s
tory and how you can get involve. I thank-you for expending a helping hand to Cloud and for helping preserve an important part of our Western Heritage and History.