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Prayer Request of My Friend Creta

On Christmas Eve twin brothers were delivered prematurely.  Their young Mom, husband and grandparents are asking for prayers.  One is in need of heart surgery along with another complication.  Both boys need to gain weight as their set arrival was to be in mid January…

Their Mom as a teenager played along my sons with her brother.  I remember her vim and vigor and giggles.  She grew up to attain degrees in nursing and then in Elementary education.  Math sparks her inspiration.  Her talents abound as she swims and runs marathons…  That is hoe she met her devoted young husband, an engineer.

What could go wrong?  Why do unfortunate things happen to good people?  Was their good luck just too good?  Who would have thought that amid all the good fortune even twins were forecast to bless their families?  As friends, we celebrated their delight and wished them continued happiness.

The turn of events is now being held in balance with two young lives waiting to begin their lives with Mom and Dad.

A farewell Tea in Scottsbluff, Nebraska…and we keep in touch…They are Angels…

Today they are at the Children’s Hospital in Denver, Colorado.  In the valley together they await with faith, hope, and trust.

The candle holder was a gift to me years ago when I too was in a hospital in Denver, Colorado.  Each tea light lit held  the flame of my heart in prayer to God for a myriad of needs.  I lit them in devotion asking for strength, wisdom, and perseverance…

Today I ask for a prayer from you aligned with any unspoken of your own.

In Jeremiah 33 :3, we are given the promise of restoration:  ” Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”… The words apply to to the text yet they can be transferable to us as guideposts.

Give thanks to the Lord Almighty,

for the Lord is good;

his love endures forever.”

__Jeremiah 33: 11

I pray for a Happy New Year…  I trust heaven’s door to be our eternal blessing…  I pray we can will to be holy.

My 2018 MERRY CHRISTMAS Letter

MERRY 2018 CHRISTMAS DEARESTS,

I reflect as we do just before embarking on a journey.  It seems we have to prepare for ETERNITY as Pastor Wyndham suggested in a sermon.  The passport keeps records of our individual lives yet at church we gather collectively for instructions.  I’m leafing through my own past and choose to share some information.

My parents and I arrived in United States of America on or about July 4, 1963…In 1968 my father applied for our citizenship and it was granted in the fall a year later.  He had been sponsored to serve at St. Elias Romanian Orthodox Church and even though he served two other parishes through his remaining years, he “confessed” just before his soul’s departure, the one in Ellwood City, PA, had been the one he treasured.  However, circumstances nudged choices as in all of our lives.  My parents’ earthly bodies rest at the Monastery of Transfiguration near the church that blessed us with the invitation to serve and embrace this nation’s freedom. Keep Reading

Inspiring Company

HOPE is an acronym…
Help
Other
People
Evolve…

We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.

The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.

That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…

Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality…  To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..

The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea.  His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.

On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias…  Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” Keep Reading

Come, BECOME Alphabetically Savvy

Have you persistently sought to seek  understanding, self-improvement, and a way to serve purposely day by day?  It’s been my blustery bug for decades.  Not long ago, I came upon a prayer I wrote to God.  Maybe I’ll share it someday, not now.  There is beauty, truth, and love to be harvested for you.  To desire to be better is a personal endeavor.  To be tempted to err calls for immediate discernment, and I believe every human can step up to lead a noble life.

When and how does one learn the alphabet?  Can it be any more valuable than to gift a Webster’s Dictionary?  I think not.  In full disclosure, I must admit a deep love of learning.  Years and years ago, and I purchased a book about Mr. Webster.  Today there is one entitled Noah Webster: The Life and Times of an American Patriot, by Harlow Giles Unger.  Who would have known what I am about to tell you next?  Life is full of wonderful surprises.  When we yearn for the good, the better, or even the best, God’s Universe conspires to bring things about.  I have been blessed.  Read on.

I must tell you once again about my friend Pauline Garron.  I smile to  think of how her beloved, departed husband said, “I don’t know how you gave up your maiden name ‘Webster’ for Garron.”  Oh, it was love and it still is love, that’s how; are you smiling?  I think it splendorous to have been born with such a name.

The Webster’s dictionary’s friendship has doubled its value.  The alphabet challenge is ahead. Keep Reading

God Is In the Hearts of All

My hope emerged once I stepped out of the box because I felt God in my heart.

Because we hope, we dream more, we envision the greatest good for all the people in the world.  That is such a marvelous wish I wish we could each take it upon ourselves to wish it.  Should you wish to wish it, let  me tell you how it can come about.  It emerges as if in a dance that you set the rhythm for the music felt deep in your heart.  There is a certain excitement to think the improbable could be possible.

“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.”
_ Anton Chekhov

I found the wish for the greatest good inside the red box.  When I curiously opened it, I thought of Pandora’s box filled with the evils that fled to flood the world though at a different time blessings were scattered.  Both stories gave me pause.  I wondered if I should open it, if I should take a chance.  One quality said to be immersed in love and faith remained: hope.  The face mirrors my heart; its mustard seed components glisten.

Hope brings the wishes to the forefront in our lives.  The will aligned with God’s stands to prosper as the stars that shine above a midnight sky.  To light the wish born of hope, seeded in faith, can embrace the whole.  However, we are a measure of the immeasurable good awaiting to be given, to be shared as talent by talent no beam unimportant, each one a glorious spark of joy in service at the core.

God is at the heart of all our wishes for the ultimate good of humanity.  I trust people who labor to do what is best for every American, and still respect the differences of nations independent culturally and philosophically of one another.  Where is the INTEGRITY of the broadcasters who air the stupidly that our President Trump was wrong to congratulate Russia’s President Putin for winning the election in his country their way?  No civilized leader would have ignored the win.  The majority of Americans expect better and want the truth to be revealed rather than manipulated into mean spirited stories.  This is no secret.  Fox News is awake to deliver the information based on the facts and they discuss  the issues intelligently.  The hateful attacks on every progress made by the present President of United States of America hurt the paid pawns.  The followers of the inept will drop. Keep Reading

Spring Into Spring

There is quiet excitement at the start of each journey.  The year springs forward on the day assigned to be the first day.  In East Texas the Azaleas have sprung from their winter’s coat; their festive adornment stirs the breeze to fan  them.  Soon Easter will beckon us to revere the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  The nonbeliever has yet to willfully search to find the treasure of our everlasting lives.  Despite the denial, spring promises a new beginning.

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love for I put my trust in you.” _ 1 Peter 5:6-7

This is a good day to tidy up the paper work.  On my Vision Board, I have a large white painted room surrounded by book shelves just shoulder high with windows above them every few feet to let in the light of the moon, stars and sunbeams.  There is a glass door that leads to a landing with comfortable chairs coupled with round tables all overlooking a body of water somewhere, God knows best.

His flame is eternal in the hearts of the faithful.

With paper clips in a bowl, waiting to do its work, I sip from the cup that blessed me this morning:

“Hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts.” _ Romans 5:5

What will you spring forward to accomplish today?  I wish you in prayer a star shine every day…

Knot Doll: My Story

This is my story of how I set out to give birth to the knot doll.

(K)not all wounds are so obvious….Walk gently in the lives of others…

My Symptoms were my normal–the ankle twists,rare loss of balance followed by falls, the awareness of the effort needed to get all that was explained in a conversation,the dizziness unveiling upcoming weather changes, the ache behind my eyes, the waking tired, the sadness, and the one time complete paralysis for a few minutes.  I was single and alone and don’t know for certain how long it lasted.  I made my way to the telephone to call in sick.  I could not join the car pool.  My classrooms would never know.  I kept the incident a super secret.

I walked into a door and gave myself a black eye.  I wore sunglasses to class and they conjured up a plan to wear theirs the next day.  We were in Hollywood back in the woods of Maplewood High School in Guys Mills, Pennsylvania.  I had run into a pole when I was in High School a few years before and managed to break my nose.  Such klutzy incidents may have been clues.

An only child learns how to manage certain crisis unattended.  I thank God my parents modeled praying before and after meals, crossing themselves upon leaving and arriving anywhere, and when passing a place of worship.  Though I would try to dismiss their habits, I noticed years later, I asked out loud sometimes “God help me”.   He did and has, and I still ask.

That is my story.  My Symptoms were there all along for decades.  Five years ago, after a strange fall caused by a twist of an ankle and loss of balance, the egg sized lump on my head grew large and was painful.   From the CT scan to the MRI, a lot was supposed to have been wrong with me–from mini strokes to multiple brain tumors.  I observed the conversations unattached.  I absorbed the unfolding of opinions as if shopping for necessary items to line a cupboard of life going forward.  At last the diagnosis was MS.  I didn’t understand much about it, and decided I could learn more on my own time and speed.

I realized immediately I did not need the two bladder surgeries that were atrocious.  It is amazing how one can survive unnecessary glitches.  Again, I was thankful to my long departed parents for reassuring me and others to lean on prayer.  I did and do.  Being centered quietly in prayer kept me calm through times of stress and disillusionment. Keep Reading

Forgiveness Hand in Hand with Love

“Forgiveness is the fragrance

the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ” _Mark Twain

How did this quote become an old friend’s favorite?  Sometimes a quote

speaks to a wound.  The salve borders on the divine because to for-give

is what we need to yield  in order to avoid collision in our hearts.

The Course in Miracles states “Forgiveness is the key to happiness.”

With these two quotes in mind, one may actually step into those comfortable shoes to avoid blisters and the discomfort thereafter.  This reminds me of the benefit of using Vaseline on the feet before sliding them into socks and sneakers.  It is a way of avoiding blisters.

The heart too can be worn down.  The Vaseline prevention of blisters to the feet can be equated to the thoughts that empower to appease irresponsible blows that literally cause damage. Keep Reading

FAITH, HOPE, and LOVE

Isn’t it funny how we meet people seemingly accidentally and then discover life would never have been the same without them ?  Jeannette sat alone in church, and one Sunday, I made it a point to join her.  We sang out of tune at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Keokea on Maui.  We chatted and I invited her for tea and lunch to be company for my Mom.  The two cocooned on the couch and spoke one or the other always smiling and nodding.  I wasn’t quite sure they understood any words as Jeannette tried to remember the French and my Mom would slide into Romanian yet they still cordially carried on like two birds in flight from tree to shrub and twig to fence.  The household seemed livelier as Jeannette came along in rides to the stores, and stayed to help me in the kitchen.  She insisted on holding my cutting board as I chopped peppers, onions, and carrots galore.  We meshed in stirring, mashing, and pouring while doting on my Mom with a little of this and that.  We found laughter in the fridge, on the stove, and over the table.  Little by little we said it all and she was there to dry my tears and understood what I could not.  She was the HOPE I wished in life for a friend.  She said I was the FAITH she needed to hear from a friend.  Her story carved a statue in marble.  Her strength dissolved iron.  Her gentleness feathered a breeze.

Even now that she departed, I wish to be nearer—she was a lady of poise galore.  Sometimes, I stop and sense her presence, perhaps it’s just the memory.  Ours was a friendship born in prayer.  I HOPE as she hoped.

Alike I had become friends with Cindy whom I visited at Upcountry Legends, her store.  She called my little guys “the group” and somehow from the start we cinched a friendship in conversation about God.  Yeah, the island attracts all kinds of people.  We met to talk about everything God related.  She gave me  a book that sits on my shelf A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY, by JOEL S. GOLDSTEIN.  Of its entire content which I love, her note on the cover is best and filled with her LOVE …and that is Cindy’s story.  Petit and smart even as a child, she still walks on clouds as her mother appropriately reminded the family.  She was born and raised in New York City, and used her daughter’s name for the shoe store: Taryn.  I honestly don’t know how she sold anything as she mostly spoke to everyone of God.  We cannot exhaust the topic and this is where Jeannette joined the party.  We three nested our lives in resolving the craters of sadness by refusing to stay stuck in the “mucks.”  We mastered the art of finding the best in the moment.  Our dearest Cindy was the one among us who as a child prayed to God for wisdom.  I was stumped and ashamed as I prayed for pretty knees.   Keep Reading

DESTINY : TO LIVE, TO DIE DEPART, AND ARRIVE

 

 

Death is an anticipation, like birth…

And from our earthly life to the spirit world…

No despair is overlooked by any human,

and most of all, not by our God …

He is our Father, even to any who deny Him.

Like many, I wonder too…how a spirit aligns

To the family on earth…with a purpose…

And I wonder which comes first?

What is missing that brings us to observe the earth?

We learn, we teach, we grow, and we are free to choose our fate.

Still, not our destiny here.  We are allotted time to finish the rare course.

We are each uniquely rare even in our nuances of soul-full divine colors.

However meek our assignment, we are first to fulfill its needed love quest.

On earth, as it is in heaven, His will is for each of us to love fully, unconditionally.

Love is kindness to all. Love is pure in all. Love is not superior for just some.

Love beckons us to be a light for one and all. Keep Reading

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