A Time Of Hope

Many of us go through a lot of confusion when rushed with thoughts of what to do first. Such as birthdays, upcoming holidays, and decorating for them, fixing just the right foods for the get-to-gathers. We get it a lot of trouble trying to please others with no thought that we too, have limitations.
 Loving our families, we treasure everything about them, although we may disagree with things they may do and say. Sometimes we may dwell long on what WE may see as their shortcomings, and miss their best qualities. That would be called "judging", something we have a constant fight within ourselves about. In this season, I would encourage others, as well as myself, to pause and think of all the blessings we each have on a daily basis. It will surprise each of us, and the little things that annoy us ,will seem so small.
If you have been hurt, there are words from a song "Praise the hurt away!" Yes, give it all to God, He still answers prayer.
Til next time,
grandma

What Is It You Treasure Most?

Certainly we all have different thoughts on this. I was just reading of some things that will be auctioned on the 22nd from the Titanic. A letter from a survivor hand written caught my interest. Although they were thankful to be among the first rescuced, later in the letter mentioned an investment doing well. Seems even though they were alive and doing well, I found them untouched by the death of so many. My heart says "how can this be?" Do we not care for the suffering of others? Do we only think"'I'm doing well"? Sure I'm glad you are, if you are. Something inside of me cares, gives hope, and prays for those less fortunate. There is a phase I hear quoted less and less these days " There but for the grace of God, go I". When you tell me of all your treasures laid up on earth, it doesn't impress me at all, in fact, I wonder how much it could be doing for the Lord. Back to my question"What Is It You Treasure Most?"

Trying to get a "grip"!

Just what does that mean to each of us? Is it something to do with our health, finances, friendships, perhaps anything to help us feel more stable in our ever changing world. Those changes come daily, so we more or less, have to be able to change with them. Very hard, sometimes more than others. When we are told new medicines we need to take just to try and preserve what is fast fading from our lives, it is hard to think about, but as we age those are changing times, too. Did we as young people ever give serious thought that someday it would happen? More than likely, most didn't. Now we are faced with as many or perhaps more challenges than we ever envisioned. It becomes more and more important that we make wise decisions in all the things not thought of in our earlier years. Be thankful when someone offers help in helping you get a "grip", it can be priceless. Remember above all, Our heavenly Father will never leave you without HOPE in all things.

Fall Already!

Makes me feel like a "rip van winkle" person! Summer is gone, once again and we are beginning to see the colors of fall fast approaching and falling leaves. It is beautiful, although we may soon long for the warmth of summer days soon. The town I live in has some streets that have beautiful old trees that show a lot of color in the fall season. I always enjoy slowly driving down the bumpy brick street and admiring the neatly kept homes. Brings to wonder about the families that lived there a century ago. Who were they? What things they may have enjoyed? Did they ever think someone might one day think of them? What were they most concerned about? I'm sure many were affluent people, and probably passed down to younger generations many ideas. If you live in an old house, as I do, do you wonder these things? Makes me wonder just what can I pass to my only living heir, a grand daughter. Will she even care? A lot of questions I have, and no answers. I've put together all the genealogy on my and my deceased husbands family I can find for her. I want her to know who she is, and  that I love her with all of my heart. Yes, God loves her even more.

The Love Of A Grandma

How does one explain the love of a "grandma" when they can't begin to explain the love of a mother, nor of their children? All I know, they have a place in our hearts and lives unlike any other. Just the joy of seeing them makes us feel better, and brings a sigh of "Thank you Lord for this blessing". Try as we may, we find it hard to release them into the world never knowing what the future holds. The parents job is to guide and teach them so they will know how to make good choices. We trust we do that job, so they can be independent and will always be an upstanding example in a world in so much turmoil. Our prayers continue as long as we live for them.
grandma

DEEP in summer weather

We all know how hot and rainy it has been, so we won't talk about that today. Misleading tittle!
What I wanted to talk about was an older brother with a birthday today. Since I'm not much younger, I remember  some of what that time period was like. We lived in a one room structure when I was born. No electricity, no "running water", except when it rained. No modern conveniences at all. You may think "How awful"! Uncomfortable maybe, but do you know people "get away on vacations" today to experience this kind of life? They do take things to make outdoor cooking easier and cellphones to communicate. No, they miss the whole experience of what everyday life was like for us. We weren't going to travel back to the air conditioned house with automatic washers and dryers and fancy cooking appliances, indoor plumbing and TV"s, what is that? by the way.  We made up our games, family time was at the end of the day when our parents actually took time to enjoy us, no matter how tired they were. "Happy Birthday" to my brother that is a real survivor in so many ways.
grandma

Great weekend!

Why is it a great weekend?, you may ask. If for no other reason we celebrate our country's birthday, or does that get lost with all the hoopla about fireworks, good food and being with friends and family? Just wondering, how serious are we really about it.
I may be old or older or mature or even aged, as some might say, but in my young days we were a patriotic people. Children learned young to honor our flag and all it stood for. I am still so proud when I see it and remember the early days of my youth. The kind janitor at my little school would proudly raise the flag on the flagpole every morning and at evening would lower it. We felt proud of it displayed in our classroom and always said the pledge every morning. Our teachers taught us patriotic songs. We honored God and our country and so proud to do it. Am I the only one that notices the lack of the same loyalty displayed today? I wonder about these things, and just where we are going. My message would be  honor your father and mother, and also God and country.
Happy Birthday USA!
grandma