Sunday, June 28, 2020
Monday, June 22, 2020
Happy Father's Day, belated (what's new?)
I thought about my Daddy often yesterday, which was Father's Day 2020. For some reason, neither I nor anyone else in my family that I'm aware of posted anything on social media expressing our love and remembrance. I'm sure we all had our private thoughts.
I think Daddy would understand that we are all just finding our way through these strange times, what with the pandemic and the racial turmoil. It would be interesting to know what Daddy would have to say about these things.
I can imagine the comments on Covid-19 would be amusing, although it would also be frightening to consider him dealing with it in his mid-90s if he were still alive. I'm grateful I can count him among my cloud of saintly witnesses in heaven instead.
His comments about the racial turmoil going on in our nation and world might be more challenging. Perhaps this is another reason I can be grateful for the years he lived on this earth and to also be able to trust that God has each of us where we need to be when we need to be there.
I just read a devotional from Max Lucado drawn from his book "Cure for the Common Life." It encourages us to consider that God equipped each of us to be exactly what we are meant to be.
In one of my final conversations with Daddy, he specifically said he had no regrets in his life, even though he also said he knew he didn't always make the best choices. He knew that as a child of God, he didn't have to be perfect. He loved God, he loved his family and he made it a habit to do what was right and to be helpful to others.
I'm still struggling with really accepting that as a child of God I don't have to be perfect, as well as being helpful to others.
Perhaps a small step is writing this, even though it's a day late. Another step would be to share it on Facebook, in case it would inspire or encourage someone. (More people read my social media posts; I don't know of anyone who reads my blog unless I share the link on Facebook!) But I don't think I'm ready for that step. And that's OK.
I think my Daddy would understand and accepts and loves me either way.
I think Daddy would understand that we are all just finding our way through these strange times, what with the pandemic and the racial turmoil. It would be interesting to know what Daddy would have to say about these things.
I can imagine the comments on Covid-19 would be amusing, although it would also be frightening to consider him dealing with it in his mid-90s if he were still alive. I'm grateful I can count him among my cloud of saintly witnesses in heaven instead.
His comments about the racial turmoil going on in our nation and world might be more challenging. Perhaps this is another reason I can be grateful for the years he lived on this earth and to also be able to trust that God has each of us where we need to be when we need to be there.
I just read a devotional from Max Lucado drawn from his book "Cure for the Common Life." It encourages us to consider that God equipped each of us to be exactly what we are meant to be.
In one of my final conversations with Daddy, he specifically said he had no regrets in his life, even though he also said he knew he didn't always make the best choices. He knew that as a child of God, he didn't have to be perfect. He loved God, he loved his family and he made it a habit to do what was right and to be helpful to others.
I'm still struggling with really accepting that as a child of God I don't have to be perfect, as well as being helpful to others.
Perhaps a small step is writing this, even though it's a day late. Another step would be to share it on Facebook, in case it would inspire or encourage someone. (More people read my social media posts; I don't know of anyone who reads my blog unless I share the link on Facebook!) But I don't think I'm ready for that step. And that's OK.
I think my Daddy would understand and accepts and loves me either way.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Holding my place again
This is so lame!
But it's also evidence that I have not given up on filling in the gaps. Time will tell.
But it's also evidence that I have not given up on filling in the gaps. Time will tell.
Sunday, June 7, 2020
Sunday, May 31, 2020
May I never lose hope
I’m cheating again.
I want an end-of-May wrap up but don’t have time.
So I’m posting notes (for time stamp) with hope of editing.
Two hands to lip a bigbass
Gave up on caring what I look like — then I caught a big fish and wished I given more thought to how I look! (And Gene gives mixed signals)
May was so much more hopeful than April. So much growth for me. Singing. Reacting. Accepting. Letting go of expectations and much of mt fear of missing out.
Grateful to God.
Grateful to my husband!!
And so humbled.
I want an end-of-May wrap up but don’t have time.
So I’m posting notes (for time stamp) with hope of editing.
Two hands to lip a bigbass
Gave up on caring what I look like — then I caught a big fish and wished I given more thought to how I look! (And Gene gives mixed signals)
May was so much more hopeful than April. So much growth for me. Singing. Reacting. Accepting. Letting go of expectations and much of mt fear of missing out.
Grateful to God.
Grateful to my husband!!
And so humbled.
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Mother's Day
Happy Mother’s Day to the best Mom. I’m grateful Gene and I could spend
time worshiping, eating and enjoying life at the apartment and on the farm with you and some
of the family, even as we kept from being as close as we normally would.
I love you. ❤️😻🙏✝️🎶 #mothersday2020 #socialdistancing2020 @ Cooke County, Texas
Saying goodbye to a treasured friend
How do you say good-bye to a treasured friend?
At this point, I'm not sure words even matter.
I know I'm grateful for each moment we spent together, from September of 1982 through April 2020. I resent the global pandemic that contributed at least in part to me not being there at the very end.
Thank you for great memories that always make me smile.
More to come ....
At this point, I'm not sure words even matter.
I know I'm grateful for each moment we spent together, from September of 1982 through April 2020. I resent the global pandemic that contributed at least in part to me not being there at the very end.
Thank you for great memories that always make me smile.
More to come ....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)