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Monthly Archives: March 2013

I love you this much

I’ve been lost, weak and confused.

I’ve felt flawed, anxious and full of heartache.

I’ve tried not to judge but known that I did.

There were times I’ve excelled and times when I’ve failed.

But still, I pray.

Still, I think.

Still, I wake, toss and turn.

And in time, I remember to turn to Him.

And I laugh when I realize it really is just that simple:

“Step out of your way, girl, and come to Me.”

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We asked … How much do you love me? And He said “This much.” And then He stretched out His arms and died. For you. For me. For us. For them. For the good, the bad, the weak and the sad. For all of us.
He loves you this much.

Please watch the video by Jimmy Wayne ( below ),  I love you this much. 

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The formula

Mom has a formula she’s shared with me, one she learned from her Mom.

“Easter is always the first Sunday after the first full Moon after the Spring Equinox.”

Huh?

Growing up I didn’t pay much attention to the calendar but I knew that Easter was never on the same date every year.

Our spring break varied – and sometimes the Holiday was way early and other times way late.   A bit warm or a bit cold. Who knew?

But like most of us do, I got busy growing up and being married, raising kids and working and all that.  Yes we went to Church and the kids attended Sunday School, we colored eggs and had hot cross buns, Ham and hunts for candy.

But it was in watching part four of “The Bible” series last night, I noted the scene in the garden, as Jesus is about to be betrayed.  I noted the full moon and the light it cast there.

And later, when I took old dog out , I saw it here … a full moon.

just like this one

just like this one. Photo credit: LoneCrowPhoto

And I pondered on how last Wednesday was a day of squalls and snow — and the first day of Spring.

And what’s this Sunday?

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.- Proverb

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The road less travelled

Advising one of our boys recently, I found myself in a deep discussion about doing the right thing.

I reminded him that,  in spite of someone’s hatefulness,  he should always take the high road.

He tilted his head and gave me a look that said … explain please?

So I filled him in on the nuances of the “high road.”  How it’s a road most often  traveled alone.  It’s usually headed away from the masses.  It’s far from comfortable.  There’s plenty of goading, very few luxuries and not many rest stops along the way.

Then I assured him that when he’s on the high road he’ll know it because of how his heart feels.

He will walk taller, stand straighter, have a whistle in his heart and a song on his lips.

He will know.

How?

He will know he’s on the high road when he doesn’t see any of the “preachy” people he’s met walking alongside him.

He will see the man who could take the extra cash and look the other way but doesn’t because it’s not the right thing to do.

He will see the woman who fed a lingering child without being sure how she’ll feed her own the next day.

He will see the couple working multiple jobs who still make time to check in and talk with an elderly neighbor.

He will see some with enough, a few with nothing, and many …. walking on their own.

He will not see the Sunday Christians, the Holy Rollers or the Damnation givers.

He will recognize himself in every single one of them and that’s when he’ll know:  he’ll know he’s following his soul’s journey to do what’s right  ..  in the eyes of God.

*originally published August 17, 2011 by Emjayandthem. 

“The same crowds that were crying out ‘Hosanna’ were crying out “crucify Him” five days later” – Matthew 27:22 – 23

 

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An ache in a crowded room

Wrapping my gown around me, I stepped into the inner room, the room reserved for women like me. Women about to have a mammogram (the mamm-o-slam, as I affectionately call it).

Chilled, and feeling a bit awkward, I smiled and relaxed when another lady grinned my way.

“Hi.” she said.

“Hi there,” I said back.

“How are you doing today?”

“Oh, good, good, how are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m fine but boy, it sure is cold in here.”

And so on we went with our easy banter.

She motioned to all the ladies magazines laid out for us to read.  I chuckled and said I couldn’t hope to enjoy them without my glasses, the same glasses buried deep in my purse in the locker down the hall.

Laughing, she offered, “I know what you mean, some days I wonder what’s left that I can see.”  And when she tilted her head just so, the image of that coupled with her kind eyes and warm smile reminded me of my oldest sister.

And it was in that moment that I felt it.

A pinch.

A longing for her so deep that I nearly cried.

I didn’t say anything.

I just sighed and sat with it.

I sat there with my ache in a crowded room.

Has a stranger’s kindness ever both uplifted you and broke your heart?

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2

me, Pat and Charlie the dog

me and my sis and Charlie the dog

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The grass is ris

As a child, we used to chant this little ditty while playing in mud puddles on our way to the bus:

“Spring is sprung. The grass is ris. I wonda where ‘da birdies is.”

Here in Michigan, it doesn’t feel much like spring.

We just got another round of snow yesterday and parts of the state saw 18″ pile up.

from wzzm.com

from wzzm.com

So even though it should be time for birdies and grass and sunshine and warm breezes that tease of summer days, for one reason or another, those sure signs of spring are  slow a-coming.

So I give you this: Mama Kitty and her baby.

Why? ‘Cause even though the calendar says otherwise, their coziness reminds me that our long winter’s nap is not quite done.

Happy first day of Spring, peeps!

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Filling the tank

“Many of us harbor hidden low self-esteem. We deem everything & everyone more important than ourselves and think that meeting their needs is more important than meeting our own. But if you run out of gas, remember that everyone riding with you will be left stranded by the side of the road, too.” – Bishop T.D. Jakes

So there I was yesterday, midway between one conference call and another when I heard a sound.

Snap – Crackle – Pop and it wasn’t Rice Krispies.

It was my neck.  My poor old chicken neck feeling like it’d been wrung out to dry.

Bwaawwk!

Bwaawk!

Daylight savings time. Back to back meetings and conference calls, schedules and deadlines, reports and more.

And then I remembered something I’d tucked away.  Something I’d saved for a day just  like this one. Something that I knew I’d keep for just the right moment.

What was it? A massage gift certificate from Hubbs – a Christmas present that lived in my purse for nearly 3 months.

My hands trembled as I dialed the phone … “What’s that? Yes, you can see me today?  At 5pm?  Sweet!”

Oh I didn’t just walk out the door, I’m pretty sure I galloped.

Outta my way, peeps, I've got places to be!

Outta my way, peeps, I’ve got places to be!

My phone was off.  My whereabouts …  unknown.

For one glorious and blissful hour I wasn’t in charge of anything or anybody.

Just my breathing.

Ahhh.

When’s the last time you stopped to make sure your tank was full?

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You got it

Anything you want, you got it. Anything you need, you got it.

Anything at all … you got it.

How so?

Scroll down …

image from Pinterest.com

image from Pinterest.com

Got it?

I’m not walking by sight .. I am walking by faith.  ~T.D. Jakes

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Daylight savings, ugh

So this weekend brought us “Daylight Savings Time” again.

You know, the whole “Spring Forward” thing.

The one usually chatted up by someone cheerful about it.

Where I grew up, we never adjusted our clocks. The seasons came and the seasons went and the clock on the kitchen wall stayed as it was – untouched.

I always struggle with this change.  The whole it’s-7:00 a.m.-but really 6:00 a.m. so-tonight-will-be-great-cause -when-you-get-home-in 9-hours-you’ll- feel-springy-like-since-there’s-more-daylight-left-and-you know – it’s-lighter- doesn’t work for me.

I know I’m supposed to feel like this:

alert kitten

But today, I feel more like this:

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How about you?  Do you have any problems adjusting to “Daylight Savings time?”

for more, visit http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/rules/usa/

*all Google images

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Fifty percent

One of my favorite commercials running right now features this guy (see below).

I know of no woman with this kind of confidence; in my experience, we’d be so busy wrapping, slathering, buffing and hiding … we’d likely miss the outing entirely.

This summer maybe I’ll get a “whatever” flag and put it in my drink, too!

Happy Friday, peeps.

“Sex appeal is fifty percent what you’ve got and fifty percent what people think you’ve got.”  – Sophia Loren

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Everything

Hubbs and I met up with another couple to watch Michigan vs. Michigan State play basketball Sunday night.  I can’t say I follow it, but he does and then some;  I’m good with tagging along and enjoying the outing.

Talking to our oldest earlier that day, I asked what his plans were.

Sighing,  he said, “Well this is when I wish I had cable because I’d rather stay home and watch it than go out and spend money I don’t have.”

So you know I invited him to join us.

“Really?”  he asked.

“Sure, we’d love to have you. Come and have a beer and a sandwich on us.”  I said.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll see you later!”  The excitement in his voice was palpable.

You see, between his work schedule and ours, and him having the little ones regularly, he doesn’t get a lot of time on his own much less with Mom and Dad.

Time without interruption, without tying shoes, bed times or monitoring who got the last of the fruit snax.

Time to talk, time to be heard.  Time to cheer along; time to just be.

Our table brightened when he arrived, pulled up a seat, and settled in to enjoy the game.

In the big scheme of life, it wasn’t anything. But, in its own way, it was everything.

 “When you teach your son, you teach your son’s son.  ~The Talmud

me & my  Boo

me & my Boo

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Luvee

Growing up,  Uncle Mac, my Mom’s brother, used the word “Luvee” with us.  It was most definitely a term of endearment and we stood taller and felt prettier whenever he said it.  Uncle Mac, smart and handsome, was an airline captain, flying trans-pacifically most of his career.  Younger than Mom, he and Auntie Janet would visit the farm with their girls some summers.  Striking and fashionable, they made a glamorous pair; their girls were fun and engaging, my age and younger, and those visits are remembered now with great affection.

Present day: I work full-time. My son and his ex work full-time. The grand-children go to school and day care .. full-time. And sometimes it feels like our time together is parceled, coming in bits and pieces.

But Wednesday night they were over for supper and a bit of a visit after that.  When big brother A got his homework out at the table with his Dad and Uncle, little one asked me to play.

And of course I said yes.

The dishes sat and the leftovers waited.

Taking her hand up the stairs, I called to her as I often do, “C’mon Luvee.”

And she replied as she often does, using my words, “C’mon Luvee” in her chirpy sing-songy little voice.

We played. We dressed in costumes.

We made up silly songs on the piano.

We talked and we cuddled and we dragged toys out of the closet.

And later, after all of us gathered once more, and after the hugs and the kisses and the groceries and the promises to get together again soon, she ran back to me and said, “Neena, you’re MY Luvee.”

And she’s right. That I am.

my Luvee.

my Luvee.

Do you have a familial “term of endearment” that’s made it through generations?

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