Good Morning,

 Some people, though looking forward to the family getting together on Thanksgiving, still find themselves dreading it. Their memories of former Thanksgiving reunions are not very pleasant. "Something always goes wrong." says one." We've never made it through a holiday yet without an argument." says another. " I can relate to what they are saying.  It is disappointing to have worked so hard, wanting everything to be perfect, only to have everything go wrong. The day starts out beautifully, and then, in less than an hour, old unsettled issues are being brought up and people start arguing over religion,
politics, money, choices being made, or how children are being raised. Sometimes the arguments are really stupid, like over the way something was cooked.

I think things would go much better, more smoothly, if we didn't have such unrealistic expectations. To expect everything to go perfectly? That will never happen. Better it is to set some boundaries ahead of time, to let each person coming know what is expected. I'm for sending out a small notice a little ahead of time, just a simple one that says something like: This year I want our family to create some really special memories. Because this is my goal, I'm asking each of you (and include myself here too), to come expecting to have a great time, to come expecting to do nothing except enjoy one another and create some wonderful memories. There is only one rule to be followed, which is NO discussions on politics, religion, money, one's life style, or anything else we know will start an argument.

Boundaries are helpful things, not there to make things hard for somebody, but to make things easier for everybody. For most of my life I had no boundaries, which is why my life was so messed up- why I was so miserable for so many years. I was probably the most fearful, insecure, person on the planet at one time. My insecurities and fears- my low self-esteem caused me to people please for most of my life. I'd do anything, no matter how hard it was, or how miserable it made me, just to avoid an argument or displeasing somebody. It wasn't until I learned to say No once in awhile, and to stand  up for myself that my life changed. People aren't mind readers, which is a good reason for boundaries; they let people know exactly where you stand on things. I can't think of a time when this would be as helpful as during holiday time, when  our expectations are to high- to unrealistic.

Holidays, or I should say (just before the holidays) is a good time to send out a note like this to people who will be sharing the holidays with you. If I had sent this notice out many years ago, some of our holidays would have turned out differently, would have been much sweeter- the memories more precious.

I'm encouraging each of you to use this Thanksgiving  as a fresh start; to use it to set yourself on the course you know you ought to be on. I'm doing the same, am using Thanksgiving Day to began what I hope is one of the most eye-opening journeys of my life. I've always kept a Gratitude journal, written down the days blessings. But my goal is to write down two thousand blessings. The reason for this? Well, though I've always been thankful for what God has blessed me with, I have come to understand that because I focused only on the day's blessing, I missed some of the larger, more meaningful ones, those that could have helped me grow, could have helped me see the why behind some of my darkest, most painful trials.  When I hit the 2,ooo number I'll start over. By then I hope to have grown, to have reached a deeper, richer, more meaningful relationship with the Lord.

I love each of you so very much, am so grateful our paths crossed, grateful for all the love and support you've given me though the  years.I'm sorry I got so behind on my blogs, have missed keeping them up. It got tough though, losing so many loved ones in such a short period of time.

Be good to others, to yourselves as well. I hope you're all staying warm and toasty, that you're surrounded by people who love and appreciate you. Know that I do. Always.


 

Good Morning

1. 

I don't know what you see in your area, but me? I'm looking at a sunny world, that at the moment, still reveals the  beautiful hot pinks, yellows, brown and reds of autumn. Of course the trees are far to quickly shedding their leaves. The largest one, the most beautiful one, right outside my patio door is 
almost bare.

I felt a bit sad this morning, as I sipped my coffee while gazing out the patio door. The tree, that but a short time ago was so full, so luscious looking, has
but one lone leaf struggling to hold on. It reminded me of how tightly my Johnny clung to life, how hard he struggled to not let go. This lone leaf, for the past few days has  brought tears to my eyes; really pulled me down. 
   
We all get blue sometimes, feel really lost and melancholy. It's not fun, is it? Not a pleasant experience. Because it isn't, I made the choice to from now on,
not think of that one lone leaf, but upon the earlier days of my marriage, back
to the time we lived in Washington. It was autumn then too, just before the chill of winter arrived. Johnny and I were raking leaves, joking with each other as we so often did. I turned my back to grab hold of the leaf bag. Before I had a chance to turn around, Johnny picked me up; a second later we were both on the ground, rolling  over and over in the huge pile of leaves we'd been raking, Johnny, laughing hard at my reaction.


I am so grateful that God gave us the minds we have. Memories are such beautiful things, able to keep us strong, able to help us get back on track
when we've lost our way. Think about it. Why on earth would anybody choose to focus on what makes them sad when they have the option of smiling again, of being hopeful again? True, we have no guarantee that focusing on only the good in life, the SHINY moments will change things. Sometimes it doesn't. But one thing it does do is keep us from feeling sorry for ourselves. As well it keeps us from living in the past. Doing that causes us to miss the best of today.


** Change of subject :)
Words that I never forgot.

"DARE GREATLY- It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points
out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face 
is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms; the great
devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the 
end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."
                                                                                                     -Theodore Roosevelt

I hope all is going well in your corner of the world, well, as good as can be expected, considering all that is going on in the world these days. Life can feel
heavy, intimidating, and scary at times. We're, most of us, used to being in control. But sometimes we simply can't be. Accepting that ...believing it can really make life easier.
  
As holidays arrive people began to look forward to seeing loved ones they
have not seen in a long time. We say "This year will be different. Everybody is going to get along." Perhaps they will. But if not, it doesn't mean we have to toss in the towel, become discouraged and give up on each other. We just have to keep an open mind| and an open heart.
 Situations change when people change.
If something needs changing, Lord, let that change began with me.


I'm not feeling my best yet, but getting better. Thank you for the 

loving emails, notes, cards, phone calls...and the love.


love you much,


BARB

Good Morning,

Well I finally managed to get back on track. Actually, that's not quite correct. I still have a couple of blogs not updated. But what matters is that I am trying. This is the third one I updated this morning, which says quite a lot, considering how rough this past year and a half has been for me. My blog
Just For Today has been neglected for quite some time. I felt rather bad about it since this blog enabled me to navigate my way through some pretty rough waters.

Holidays have arrived? Already? :) They will be difficult without my sweet Johnny, but I will do okay. Life is good; to good to waste my time feeling sorry for myself, or worse, choosing to become a spectator in life rather than a participator.
Thanksgiving will be at my place with my son, his wife and their two

precious little girls.  We'll spend Christmas together too, which makes things a little easier.


I love the holidays, always have. Love the magic that seems to happen once they arrive. People's hearts turn home. Everybody's thoughts drift back to the good old days. People are more kind, more patient, more willing to help somebody else.

 You don't have to look at your calendar either, to notice a holiday has arrived. You're reminded when you go shopping. All the stores shelves are overstuffed with new gadgets, perfumes, toys, decorations (the type depending upon what holiday it is). Excitement is in the air- is everywhere. Just wish this magic would last longer- like forever.I hope today finds each of you doing well, surrounded by people who love you, who truly care about you and what makes you happy. I hope you have not forgotten how special and unique you are.  I'm hoping too, that if you're living where it is very cold -you stay warm and toasty, enjoy some hot chocolate with whipped cream or perhaps miniature marshmellows.

We're just entering our cold weather. Our beautiful trees, that were only a couple of weeks ago wearing dresses of hot pinks, yellows, gold and brown are  now almost completely bare.


I've had the wonderful privilege of seeing many deer outside my patio door

of late. They are so beautiful, so gentle, and seemingly not intimidated at all by my presence. They hear the sliding glass door open, raise their heads from feeding, look right at me for a long moment, then go back to eating. As long as I remain quiet they'll usually feed in the area for a half hour or more.


I miss Johnny so much during these times. While trucking, and knowing my love for the deer, he stopped at a deer farm once. It was an unexpected surprise, one greatly appreciated because giving me that surprise meant he had to drive farther that day.

Well, dear hearts, as you know my hands bother me quite a bit so must cut this short. Remember life is SHORT...so create a beautiful memory today. I have updated my Just For Today blog....finally. Please stop by if you have time and let you friends know about this blog. I had a great following once but you know how it goes, you make plans and LIFE HAPPENS. Here's the link:

http://barb-justfortoday.blogspot.com/




Thanks for the love,
Barb



 

 



 

Finally! I was beginning to think I'd never be able to post again; so glad
that I can. I'm hoping that today finds every one of you doing well, happy, surrounded by laughter, love, and peace (which we know is sometimes quite
elusive). This fact is perhaps the reason I decided to share a poem I wrote many years ago. I wrote it on a day when I was struggling with depression,
on a day when I was trying to come to terms with what life really is.
I'd come to recognize that we can't control everything, can't always change 
the direction our life is flowing. I discovered, after many years, that we have
to trust ourselves a bit more, to hold more tightly to our dreams, and to not forget that though we can't see Him, God is still in control.                                                           

                                               

Sometimes life is such a hurting thing; it

erases all traces of the lovely things, the gentle

things that tickle our hearts and lift our eyes
heavenward- from which they came.

Sometimes, life is so delightful that all the 

frightful things disappear into the shadows

of the night, and we stand in awe beneath

 a diamond dusted sky, and
with grateful hearts we whisper:
Thank you, God.


Sometimes, when we see our loved ones fall,

and our saddened because we cannot help

them all, 

Perhaps we can begin by helping just one.

If we're unable to swallow the sorrows of 

the heart,

perhaps we could deal with them better

by wiping the tears of another hurting person.

When  we've done something wrong,

and are consumed with guilt, perhaps

it would help to humbly accept God's gift of

forgiveness.
And if we find ourselves doubting our choices,

our wisdom, and the sort of person we've become,

it might help to remember that

we are but men.

This picture above is a good example of what this poem was trying to say.
Not all our days are good; life does sometimes hide it's rainbows, does block

out the sun for a time, does confront us with things that hurt, discourage, 

sadden, and cause fear to settle upon us, does remind us that there are some

things we have no control over.  But..midst all of the negativeness

in the world, we're surrounded with millions of little things, simple things 

that can lift our hearts, put a smile on our face, strengthen us, and make us

believe there is nothing we can't handle.
  
Seeing a little boy or girl play with his/her pet never fails to make me smile. I'm sure seeing it touches your heart in the same way. We may not see a child with a pet every day, but I know there is usually something beautiful we've missed because of our worry, fear or fretting. Sometimes that special something is tucked within a moment; that moment when our child tugs on our shirt or dress, needing our attention. Sometimes it's that moment when our spouse is trying to pencil in some together time, but can't get us to stop what we're doing long enough to hear what he/she, has to say. Sometimes it's the peace we might have experienced had we taken time to simply sit and relax for awhile.
  
The more difficult- the more painful life becomes, the more frustrated, worried, and fearful we become. Every one of us longs to be able to do something, to come up with a way to make things better, and not just within

the world, but within our family- our homes, our community.
We become discouraged when it appears as if what we've tried made no difference. We forget that every good thing makes a difference, 

no matter how small that good thing was.

All the beautiful things in our world began with an idea. Then somebody took that first step. That's all we need to do. We need to think of somebody who needs some help- then help them in any way we can. It is more fun, I think, to not let them know who did the helping.

I'm, at this moment, pondering some ideas on this, looking forward to knowing I can make a difference in somebody's life; that if I think on it long enough, I'll come up with an idea that can bless others in the same way many have blessed me.

Life can be a challenge, has been for me since Johnny's death. But I have discovered that even a huge loss, one this painful, cannot hold me down unless I make that loss my sole point of focus. I choose not too. Life, though painful and challenging, is still delightful; is still full of new opportunities for growth and blessings, still contains many SHINY moments for me, the SHINY moments being the many blessings the Lord places within my hands each day.

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Sorry this post isn't lined up right.
I'm having some problems with computer.


Have an awesome day.
Love you much.

Barb

Good Morning,


Saw one of these little guys yesterday. As well, there were also several beautiful deer right next to my patio, close enough to touch had they allowed me too. Seeing these and the fox, squirrels and raccoons are one of the reasons I love living in Oregon so much. The hotter and dryer the weather, the more of them we'll see.

I've been up since 3:00 a.m, and being unable to sleep, and because at that hour the air is cool, I opened the front door. Today will be 96, tomorrow and the rest of the week between 101-106. Not looking forward to that. But then nobody else is either. I'm so grateful that I have air-conditioning and a ceiling fan- so many people have neither. I get very concerned for those with no way to cool themselves during this heat wave.

So what's going on with you? Me? Well, let's see.I already shared the weather so give me a sec and I'll share a bit more.

FAMILYWe're doing alright, though not looking forward to the rest of this year. It's not that we're not moving forward since Johnny's death. We are, but as you know there are always those first times you have to get past: that first holiday, birthday, birth of a child, the day he/she died, etc. Though it has been almost 9 months it sometimes feels as if we just lost him yesterday. My children miss him very much. He died on our son's birthday so that will be an especially difficult day. And then there will be Thanksgiving, Christmas and our Anniversary on December 31st. All things considered though, I am still rich. I have the Lord-so have enough-have all I need to make it through whatever life throws at me.
   Life is to precious to take for granted, full of SHINY moments I'd surely miss if not watching for them. And when you think about it, every trial, painful as it may be, usually contains our richest blessing. We don't recognize this till long after the trial has passed. Then, when we take a backward look, at least that's how it is with me, we find how perfect everything went; that it was flawless. I wouldn't be this strong, courageous,or  have such faith were it not for my walking with the Lord every day. When I take a backward look at the tangled mess my life once was, I can understand now why His answer was No sometimes, can understand why a certain door was closed to me.

Health
I'm walking more and finally off the sleeping pills; I gave up on those. If I take them I sleep only three hours, if that, then am awake the rest of the night. Getting off of them has helped. Instead of taking them I take a nightly stroll, then about a half hour before bed I have some Sleepy Time tea or Chamomile tea. Both seem to help. Walking more has done wonders for my blood pressure-has lowered my stress level too. That's a good thing.

Books:
Read "Ruin Creek"  by David Payne again. If you enjoy reading you might want to check this book out. You'll not regret it. This was my 20th time reading it, if not more. Here is what I read on back of book while deciding if I wanted to read it or not:

A powerful, lyrical story....A joy to read.
-New York Times Book Review
Jimmy Madden was a comet who had the whole town of Kildeer North Carolina riding on his tail. But the clear path his life was to take toward his dreams would change forever when he married beautiful debutante May Tillis, already pregnant with his child.

"Lyrical magic...Touching and vivid...Timeless"

-Washington Post Book World
May had dreams too. She wanted "a different life from what Mamma and Daddy had." and she found it in spades with handsome, unpredictable Jimmy. But as the years pass, responsibilities overtake the promises of youth, and Jimmy and May discover that passion and love aren't enough to save a failing marriage.

The human heart is Payne's territory."Worth savoring."
-Charlotte Observer
As his parents struggle to stay together 10-year old Joey Madden helplessly watches them drift apart. Turning to his grandfather for understanding, he learns that it is he who has to move away from his troubled family- and into the world of men..
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I read the above words, opened the book, read the first paragraph and promptly bought the book. It has become a favorite. The authors words become a beautiful song; one that echos in the readers mind long after he/she has finished reading the last page. And the characters are never forgotten; the reader learns something from each one of them.





Be like the guy on the left. Face life head on, reminding yourself that we are always stronger than we believe ourselves to be. Don't let the giants in your life cause you to remain discouraged. Remember, every big thing existing in the world began with just ONE step. Take it slow, and don't forget all you've done well; to often our focus point is on where we've failed.

Food for thought"When you substitute worry for living, you must take the responsibility for it."
                        -Maxwell Maltz

Well, dear ones, as I said, I've been up since 3:00 a. m. My headache has not eased up so am going to take some Excedrin and make myself some coffee. Want to put some smiles on somebody's face? Buy some bottles of Bubbles and hand them out. It works!

OOPS! Forgot that some of you have asked for link to My Johnny blog. Sorry I forgot to insert it last time I posted.

http://barb-myjohnny.blogspot.com/


Take care,
Love you much,
 

Good Morning

I never thought I'd be creating a post at almost 2:00 a.m., but here I am.
Today was a fantastic day, one of the best days I've had in a long time. I accomplished more than I have since Johnny died; was hopeful that everything was finally going to fall into place, kind of back to normal. Unfortunately, it didn't go the way I thought it would, which is why I am talking to you at this horrible hour.
    The odd part, is that I took the new sleeping pill my doctor put me on at 11;00, but instead of it making me drowsy, it got me so wired I could not shut my mind off. I have been tossing and turning on the bed since 11:00; finally realized sleep was out of reach again- was going to stay that way, at least for tonight.
So....
What to do...say...etc, etc...lol

I'll just chat, okay, about everything, since my mind is so full. Hope you'll overlook the way this post is thrown together. It definitely won't be something I'd ordinarily publish. The only reason I'm posting it is because I'm trying to get back on track with my blogs. I miss writing; it's what I love the most.
ON LIFE:
We miss out on what could be the most memorable days of our lives by rushing through each day; by continually worrying about things we have no control over, by being resistant to change, and by setting unrealistic expectations for ourselves, and sometimes for others.
    
On PEOPLE:
The world is full of people with different colored skin, different attitudes, different beliefs, different likes and dislikes. What never fails to amaze me is how hatred can exist between anybody, when in truth, we're all kindred spirits. We're exactly alike, though separate individuals, in a way. We all cry when we're hurt, laugh when we're happy. We all know what loneliness feels like, and fear, worry, discouragement and sadness. When a loved one dies, or one of our children is hurt, we understand that kind of pain. As well, when something wonderful happens, we all know what it means when somebody says, while laughing and crying at the same time." my cup is running over. " As the expression goes "go figure."   ( I think it a dumb expression but am using it anyway).



On LOVE:


Love is the most powerful thing in the world; can bring a man to his knees faster than the sun can melt an ice cube. I never knew real love until I met the Lord Jesus. He has shown me by His example, how powerful love is; how it has the ability to change the most vile, unkind person into somebody you almost don't recognize. His love has given meaning to my life, enabled me to scale mountains that intimidated me, enabled me to forgive people that almost totally destroyed me, enabled me to see the SHINY side of life. His love keeps my heart at peace midst the worlds chaos. His love keeps me full; satisfies my every need.

On FOOD
Who doesn't like to eat? I do, but know better than to eat something at 2:45 in the morning. BUT...if I were to make myself something right now, I'd have some strawberry shortcake, or at least strawberries with whipped cream.
   
BY WHAT PHILOSOPHY DO I LIVE?
People are more important than things.

FAVORITE THINGS:
Books: The Bible, Dynamic People Skills, The Harvester, The Prophet, For Whom The Bell Tolls.
Songs: Someday, Stardust, String of Pearls, You Lay So Easy On My Mind
Movies: Somewhere in Time, The Robe, Casablanca
Flower: Red Roses, Gardenias.
Holidays: Christmas, Johnny's and my Anniversary
Music: Some Jazz, some country, easy listening, gospel

Sports: Seattle Seahawks
Perfumes: My Sin, White Diamonds, Red Door

The Best Part of Being a Parent is:
Knowing the values I tried to instill in my children are there. It's knowing that I taught them what they needed to know in order to work, to get along well with others, to take chances in life, to be able to take care of themselves now, and after I'm gone.

The Worst Part of Being a Parent is:
Watching your children make choices you know will hurt them, or somebody else. It's having to be hard on them when you'd rather be easy; having to say no, when you'd rather say yes. It's being misunderstood- shut out, for simply trying to do your job as a parent.
    The worst part is not being able to kiss and hug their cares away as you did when they were little; it's having to let go...let them find their own way in the world; it's being unable to treat them to things you'd love for them to have.
If I'm lucky, before long I'll see some of these little guys. Haven't seen them around yet, but did see a beautiful doe earlier today. I was to slow getting to my camera, otherwise would have been able to share it.
Well, dear ones, it is now almost 3:15 a.m. and though I feel a little bit sleepy, finally, I know it's not going to get me to sleep. Still...I AM going to try. I feel so terrible when I don't get sleep.
  Thanks for being such good listeners, and for not being to harsh a critic regarding this post.

Take care,
Love you much,


BARB

Be Happy

I knew I could make you smile. And just for the record, dear ones, I didn't greet this morning like Garfield did. I was able to sleep last night, so unlike him, I enjoyed my coffee, and am looking forward to today's SHINY moments. Don't you love watching for them? There's something exciting about not knowing what is going to come your way; kind of makes it like a Forest Gump day, only without the chocolates.

I love summer, and all that comes with it, except for the triple digit days. If having a Genie lamp helped, I'd buy one- would change the weather man's prediction from 104-105 temps to within the mid 70 range. I am not looking forward to those high temps, but am grateful that I can at least be comfortable; so many people can't be. I keep thinking of the thousands who have been evacuated from their homes, keep thinking of the homeless, and those struggling simply to make ends meet. I remember a few years back when several senior citizens died during a heat wave. I truly hope it doesn't happen again, that people take time to check on their neighbors.


Time sure does fly by. The 4th of July is just around the corner, and once we're into September, the  year is over before you know it. I'm not one for making resolutions, but if I were, I know what it would be this time. It would be, for me to every day, say to myself

Why, out of all the things I could choose, would I choose this? Because the quality of my life would be better if I remembered to be as I was when a child.  Children view the world so differently than adults do; they see only the good in it, the beautiful. the colorful, shiny things.  They find pleasure in the simple, ordinary things. They don't start out each day worrying about this- or that- don't fret over any thing. We adults do.

Things, understandably change as we get older. Our life experiences cause us to become worriers, workaholics, oftentimes fearful,unhappy and insecure people. We get so caught up in our housework, jobs, hobbies, careers, computers, smartphones, and whatever else that distracts us, that we totally lose ourselves. Sometimes we don't realize how unhappy we are till a crisis arrives.
  I don't know how you feel about this happiness thing, don't know what happiness means to you. To me, it means contentment, and when I remember to tell myself" Be happy." it kind of readjusts my mindset, gets it back into the priority mode.
 
Saying to myself "Remember- be happy." is simply a reminder to myself to
stroll through the day, rather than rush; to not forget to enjoy the simple, ordinary things in life; the things that really count; those constant, eternal things that will always be there to uplift, comfort and bless, like: God's nightlights, the sunrise and sunsets, the ever-changing seasons that so subtly blend one into the other, the dew upon the grass, the song the wind sings.
    
Reminding myself to be happy  is just another way of reminding myself to  always be grateful for the many shiny moments God places within my hands; a reminder of just how content I really am.
    Saying the words does something else for me too. It reminds me that I will be as happy as I've a mind to be.

When we're happy, laughter will always be part of our lives. As hard as this journey without Johnny is I can honestly say I've not shut laughter out of my house. Humor is good for the soul, makes a sunny day even more sunny, don't you think?

This morning, seeing Garfield with that cup of coffee made me laugh. It reminded me of Johnny and his love for black. His favorite color was black. He had more beautiful black shirts and slacks than a woman has lipstick. :)
Every cowboy hat he owned was black (except one. It was brown, and he bought it because I liked it so much). But back to love for black.
   We were together for thirty-eight and a half years, and in all that time, out of all the coffee cups we went through, every one of his that got broken had to be replaced with another black one. I have one cup left, the last one he bought. It took us over a year to find it. He wanted the same kind he had which had gone out of style. We found the same cup but in yellow, white, a gold color and green. Nope! Had to be black. When we finally found the black one you'd have thought he won the lottery. lol
    I'll treasure that cup. Sometimes, when nights are hard and sleep an elusive thing, I use Johnny's black cup; brew some Sleepy Time Tea in it.

Well, dear ones, my hands are getting tight- hurting again so must close for now.  I usually check spelling, etc, but need a pain pill, so forgive any errors, okay? Thanks for listening and for the many prayers.

Love you much,


 Barb