"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase"

Martin Luther King, Jr.



Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Happy Stent Changing


It's that time again for a new kidney stent. Mom's going tomorrow for her change-up. It seems to be getting easier and better... or else Mom's just keeping busy doing other things trying to live normally. Perhaps a little bit of both? We'll keep you posted and will be thinking of Mom tomorrow during this procedure. Looking forward to a quick recovery with no complications! Good night! Tomorrow is another day!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Sparrow


{Maybe I'm just like my Boppie loving the birds but when I see them, I am reminded of this story and know that God cares more than we realize}

Jesus made a statement during his third Galilean tour and evidently restated about a year thereafter in his later Judean ministry. Pointing out that “two sparrows sell for a coin of small value [literally, an assarion, worth less than one cent]” or, if bought in quantities of five, “for two coins of small value,” Jesus stated that, though these small birds were counted as of such little worth, “yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s knowledge,” “Not one of them goes forgotten before God.” He then encouraged his disciples to be free from fear, assuring them, “You are worth more than many sparrows.”—Mt 10:29-31; Lu 12:6, 7.

Both anciently and modernly, sparrows have been sold in the markets of the Middle East. As an item of food, they were plucked and spitted on wooden skewers and roasted (like shish kebabs). An ancient inscription of Emperor Diocletian’s tariff law (301 C.E.) shows that of all the birds used for food, sparrows were the cheapest.—Light From the Ancient East, by A. Deissmann, 1965, pp. 273, 274.

Although the sparrow appears in the Hebrew Scriptures in the King James Version (Ps 84:3; 102:7) and in other translations, the Hebrew term so rendered (tsip·pohr′) is evidently a generic term referring to small birds in general and not specifically identifying the sparrow.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

It Can't Rain All The Time


When I'm blue I listen to this song by Jane Siberry called "It Can't Rain All The Time" and get that "feeling" when I listen to a song that touches my heart and seems to understand me. Many people find comfort when they discover songs, lyrics or poems that express their emotions. Mom always used to get frustrated with me in high school when I would play what she called "depressing music" but it actually helped me get through whatever I was dealing with. She quickly realized and understood that we all have different ways of expressing things near to our hearts. I loved Mom's ways of letting us know she cared by allowing us to express ourselves. Now we have to do the same for her and also deal with our emotions in the process. To all those fighting cancer and to their loved ones, I hope this inspires you, in your own ways to do the same. Love Always.

"It Can't Rain All The Time"

We walk the narrow path
Beneath the smoking skies
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
Between darkness and light

Do we have faith
In what we believe?
The truest test
Is when we cannot
When we cannot see

I hear pounding feet in the, in the streets below
And the, and the women crying and the, and the children know
That there's, there's something wrong
It's hard to believe that love will prevail

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
Your tears won't fall forever

When I'm lonely
I lie awake at night
And I wish you were here
I miss you

Can you tell me
Is there something more
To believe in?
Or is this all there is?

Last night I had a dream
You came into my room
You took me into your arms
Whispering and kissing me
And telling me to still believe

Within the emptiness of
The burning cities against which
We set our darkest of selves

Until finally I felt safe and warm
I fell asleep in your arms
And when I awoke I cried again
For you were gone
Can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
Your tears won't fall forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VE6rMq5wmg

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Life Lessons, Words Spoken


An old Jewish tale well illustrates the reaction of words spoken. Told in various forms, the gist of the story is as follows.

A man went about town slandering the town’s wise man. Later, the man realized he was wrong and went to the wise man to ask for his forgiveness, offering to do whatever was necessary to make amends.

The wise man had one request:
That the man was told to go and take a feather pillow and cut it open, scattering the feathers to the wind.
Though puzzled by the request, the man did as he was instructed and then returned to the wise man.“Am I now forgiven?” he asked.
“First, go and gather all the feathers,” the man responded.“But how can I? The wind has already scattered them.”
The wise man replied “It is as difficult to repair the damage done by your words as it is to recover the feathers.”

The lesson is clear. Once spoken, words cannot be retrieved, and it maybe impossible to undo the hurt they cause. We are wise to remember that words spoken are, in effect, about to scatter feathers in the wind.