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Dear First Lady Melania Trump: How Flexible Do We Need To Be?

” Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love never fails.”
_1 Corinthians 13:7-8

 

Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”.  I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc.  The hail dents.  The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.

Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be.  I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates.  I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.

I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received.  I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.

May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.

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Sincerely Yours

 

Once or twice this side of life, we come across a beautiful scene, an unforgettable person, an unexplainable bliss filled moment, and/or the sinking into the life of another being’s sorrow in total empathy.  Each are defining moments that we revisit when time slides into memories.

I searched for so many self-help methods, I remember being admonished for doing so.  I don’t know if I was more surprised that it should have been a bad thing, or if I felt shyly embarrassed; in retrospect, maybe both.  Ironically, the process served me well.

At a group therapy session, we were asked to close our eyes and visualize a place we would like to be in for a half an hour, preferably one that delighted us in some way.  I still go there to fall asleep in prayer.

My God parents visited us in Sao Paulo just before we moved to Niteroi. It was then that we went to Araruama. My father must have taken the photo. My mother is to the left in white.

The pure white sand beach glistened even below the clear emerald and aquamarine water.

The see-through colors at the Araruama beach in Brazil was empty except for tall bales of wind swept salt foams.

I ran through them and heard their soft cracking like chimes and felt enveloped as if inside a translucent bubble.

I ran into the water and floated so easily as the salt held me up me like a feather.

With eyes open below the water, I found a few treasured shells, and I still have them.

Somewhere behind me stood my parents and Godparents.   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

Be Faithful

Zac Vanderbusche, son of my dear friend Pam, father of Arlo, and remarkable landscaper on Maui. Hawaii.

To be faithful to God is being faith full on a daily basis, and sometimes keeping a prayer on our lips throughout the day.

“Relying on God has to begin all over again every day, as if nothing had yet been done.” _ C.S. Lewis

It is in this spirit that we can survive the emotional upheavals that happen in our lives.  When we give our attention to our Lord’s promises, we recognize the daily miracles that occur and not so much by chance.  One can actually feel heart connections, the hedge of God’s protection, and even the effervescent calling to complete tasks, to prioritize the important while attending to the urgent.  Loneliness needs to be given up to holiness.  It is the way to the truth and the light as a guiding light to our every step.

I have been surprised and even shocked to hear “I don’t care.”  I care so much about everything , no wonder sometimes I get confused about the little things that matter just as much.  I bet I can blush at the times I have asked God to help me make more of a difference.  Who do I think I am to be in a position to straighten out messes that need not clutter to obscure problems  that can and must be resolved by each and all with complete integrity?  I am me like you are you, and they are they, and together we are us.   We can responsibly do our part as a light to the world. Keep Reading

Calm Surrender

Calmly surrendered to serve our Lord…

Magic awes the spirit to be calm, and Rae Whitney has this quality, perhaps a real touch of the divine.

She has a direct line to the heavenly Father above, inspired by the Book of Common Prayer, by the King James Bible, and the outreach instilled by God as a mission for an inner circle of the faithful who sing praises in hymns.

Her faith is noble.

Rae has delivered her gifts in teaching by listening with an open mind always willing to extend a word of understanding.

I remember the first and last time I saw her and we conversed an hour ago.  I called to respectfully forewarn her before sending this out into the Universe.  She merely said it is good to have this outlet, and invited me to another blog by a remarkable, spiritual friend.  Her website is Aprilfiet, and it must be worthy of attention, or Rae would not have mentioned it.

Well, the calm risen in having met Rae Whitney was imbedded in my heart with the ultimate gift anyone can ever give or receive, time.  Those hours in minutes with seconds by days, months, and years counted by God’s precision, lifted me time and time again.  She said we recognized the friendship in each other; it is an honor to behold from her like an Oscar made of stars.  Her light hearted optimism crosses her lips with a smile. Keep Reading

Being Brave

Have you a clue of how it feels to say so much of what I think?  Well, sometimes it is scary.

Since I have taken the challenge I asked all to take in the next twenty-six days, today we are on the letter B and the word chosen is “brave”.  I am referring to the blog written a few days ago, Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy.  It is a call to discover the ways we can communicate and may I add?  Bravely so… as I am doing…

The only cabinet without a quote, top center, with the Scottsbluff Monument in Gerring , Nebraska, across the North Platte River.

In 1994 my dear husband Dan accepted to serve his skills at the Regional West Medical Center, in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.  Sometime after I joined a team of ladies to help redo an older home purchased by  the city for the purpose of housing young ladies in need of a shelter.  It was a  unique opportunity to provide a service needed in the area.

I mentioned the project to an angel friend, Edna Lofing, and she agreed to clean and paint the kitchen, cabinets, and all.  She was by far more experienced in the nitty gritty and elbow grease venture.  I felt drawn to draw upon my leanings and convinced myself I could simply paint each cabinet door to my liking with a quote.  Call it madness, call it zany, and I’m sure there were others who said more!
However, I do remember a young man who worked at the young man’s shelter in Gerring, Nebraska, complimenting me galore, and I think he wanted me to consider doing the same there.  That didn’t happen.  By the time this kitchen was finished, the food for thought remained aplenty.  With no art education, the scribbles were nibbles of goodness I yearned to give to one and all of the girls.
Here is a quote I wish I had chosen:
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.  The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” _ Nelson Mandela

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Taylor’s B-day Surprise

Reminiscing jabs my heart because it splits the distance farther from ones we cannot visit on their birthday…  However, I am instantly filled and inspired by a life so dear to have known.

No presents, no cake, no visit, just the knowing that today while the thunder bounces as the lightening dances, far away a sparkling person has a birthday.

Once in a lifetime, one meets a young lady as poised as Taylor.  She is my dearest friend’s daughter.   At a time when the clock stood still, we watched the laughter of her daughter and our sons roll like prairie grass combed by the wind in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.

Taylor held her own with a brother and all of his friends; she could jump higher than anyone on the trampoline, and no matter what the play, she stood there confidently and smiled.

She was simply capable of mingling with adults alike; she sipped tea and smiled only to blossom even more purely by having a kind disposition.

I wish her a garden of love from her beloved husband and Family.  She has made them all proud…an accomplished woman and a devoted wife, daughter, sister and sister-in-law…and aunt…

It is heavenly to have known all of you.

” If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.” __ Rumi

Somewhere in a box there are photos I could share to show the light she gave each of us.  Even after being gone, she would call as if I were her friend, and I recall her mannerly ways of caring, and of joyfully sharing her life.  I have treasured her notes, and most of all, her love.

God bless you, Taylor O’Holleran Robinson, with love… joy always… and faith…

Tibetan Terriers

” There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven:…” __ Ecclesiastes 3:1

The cycles in our lives provide us with understanding the need for prayer.  The disciples and the people who gathered and asked Jesus how to pray to God, were given our Lord’s Prayer.  Thanking God for what is good in our life is also heartfelt prayer.  Becoming centered quietly respectfully giving God our pressing problems, rises a peace beyond human understanding.  To negate its power, its glory, its presence  is as foolish as to negate the breath of life taken here on earth.  The next one as our souls depart, is in heaven, just as Reverent Billy Graham said.  Well, maybe the next breath after death is in the somewhere where we face our life in full review.  Here is a quote to consider:  “LORD, help me to become the person my dog thinks I am.” __Dawn Ewing  

I once struck a conversation with a young lady checking out my groceries at Walmart and she said she had just wished God a good day.  She said she just felt it in her heart to wish Him a good day instead of just asking Him to bless her with one.  It still makes me smile.  We ought all do that sometimes…  When King Solomon invoked there is a time for everything, he surely knew God’s plan for us is to learn from one another from youth through maturity.  That cycle of every lifetime is the parentheses in time here on earth to fulfill our purpose to learn and to teach.  The light of love within each being is the source of all good.  We each have a divine purpose, and the sooner we realize this fact, the sooner regrets will be a thing of the past.

A dog’s unconditional love gives me pause.  We should all wish to be the human our dog thinks we are.  Dandelion and Tumbleweed are two Tibetan Terriers born to Princess in Lahaina on Maui, Hawaii.  Their Mom belonged to a grandmother whose grandkids scheduled a pick up in the parking lot of the new Bowling Alley in Wailuku for the folks who had responded to the ad in the Maui Weekly.  Since I had been the first to call in December, they let me choose one from a litter of five.   Dandelion was the nudger in the group.  Her excitement was contagious and had to pick her as the others were waiting in line to choose their treasured pup.  As it turned out, she was the first born.  The three new owners chose a male and two of the other two females.  They were also adopted to live Upcountry in Kula.  Each dog was given an assigned stuffed toy and Dandelion’s hound dog was bigger than she was.  The runt, asleep, and oblivious to all that had already transpired, remained to be chosen by someone who did not show up.  After a half an hour, I debated about switching Dandelion for Tumbleweed as she wouldn’t stop barking.  I asked if I could do so and they said sure, it didn’t matter, one would go to the pound.  That’s how I ended up taking them both. Keep Reading