Tag: encouragment

Why coffee is good for you

I’ve known that coffee is good for you for a long time but the news is getting even better.

I’m at the cabin so can’t really download to this post so I took some photos to share and you can check out the sources.

I hope you all have a wonderful 4th of July. Despite the political wrangling, we live in a wonderful country.

Let’s be kinder to each other.

This first article is from Fox News

Another article I couldn’t download is from People magazine. I’m sure you can find it. That particular article is about the “Coffee Diet”.

God bless and have a good day. 

Some posts to inspire you starting tomorrow.

I don’t know why but the other day I started thinking about life and how sometimes I feel like I’m falling through the cracks. I’m sure it has to do with my mom’s death.

So for the rest of the week, here’s where we’re going.

  • Tuesday:        “How to walk in the woods without a light.”
  • Wednesday:  “Jumping from a plane without a parachute.”
  • Thursday:      “Walking on water without a life jacket.”
  • Friday:           “How to walk on a tightrope without a net.”

While they all have the same “theme”, I’ve approached each of them from a different perspective.

Just so you know, I wrote these last week and scheduled them for this week. We are finally heading to the cabin for a longer period of time. I need to be at my special retreat. It’s where God refreshes me and at this point, I need some refreshing.

I’m going to study my Bible, read a couple of novels, take naps, sleep later in the morning (that probably won’t happen but I can dream, can’t I?), hit some thrift stores and overall just relax.

Just in case you haven’t seen some of the pictures of inside the bunkhouse, here’s a few. I’m always changing things.

 

 

(The “thewomrninmyapple.com” that is overlaid on the picture was the former title of this blog.)

This is my “kitchen” in the bunkhouse. I love the way the hanging light fixture projects the stars on the blinds.

Here’s the progress of the “love u more” plaque.

love u more sign/diy

love u more placque/DIY

llove u more sign/diy

love u more sign/diy

The outside of the bunkhouse had to match the cabin so it’s red, white, and black on the outside. Here’s where you can picture me napping and reading (not at the same time 🙂 ). I’ve just sewn new covers for the back cushions.

bunkhouse porch

I hope you have a wonderful week and God bless you today.

 

breeze blowing through the window

My mom’s final moments and the beginning of my pain

breeze blowing through the window(I wrote this within about an hour after my mom died on May eleventh while I was waiting for Hospice to come. I wrote it because I want a written account of how I felt in the hopes that it will prove helpful to someone else going through this.)

The breeze is blowing the curtain, cooling you as only a perfect spring breeze can.

You opened your eyes for me this morning as we were bathing you.

You looked right at me and I was thrilled. I had so hoped to have you awake again for even a minute.

“Hi, mom. It’s so good to see your eyes open.”

Quickly, they closed.

Were you telling me to get ready?

I sat on your deck for a few minutes.

I came back in and when I walked into your bedroom, I immediately knew you were leaving me.

In a matter of minutes, you were gone. I kept kissing you and told you how much I loved you as you breathed your last breath.

I thought I was prepared.

I wasn’t.

I thought I was strong.

I’m not.

There aren’t words to describe the pain.

The Crabtree outside your window is in full bloom.

Somehow, that seems wrong to me.

I think, that like Jesus cursed the fig tree,  I should curse it and make it die. It shouldn’t be in bloom when you’re not.

I have been on so many journeys with you, Mom, but I don’t like this one. After four days of sitting by your bedside, I had convinced myself you were going to wake up. So now it’s even harder.

I know you are in heaven.

I know I should be happy for you but I’m just selfish enough to be sad.

The angels are clapping.

You are seeing your beautiful new home.

You are healed and you can walk again and no one is going to nag you about using your walker.

I’m happy for you, Mom, but I hate this. I really, really hate this.

Bye, Mom. I will love you forever.

How to describe something so tender and yet heartbreaking

I don’t hardly know where to begin.

How do I describe something so tender and meaningful and yet so heartbreaking?

Or even should I?

Should I keep it wrapped up like a present open it later for all of you to share?

I asked myself all these questions before I wrote this post because this is a hard post to write.

Yesterday was an Easter I will never forget.

My mom is getting worse all the time. She cannot feed herself. She’s sleeping more. She is becoming dehydrated.

Yesterday wasn’t really planned but as everyone learned how bad she was, it all just came together. Every child, grandchild, and great-grandchild was at her home yesterday. We all pitched in and brought the ham, sweet potatoes, cheesy potatoes, salads, and of course more desserts than necessary.

I took pictures of everyone with my mom. I would share them with you but my mom is a proud woman and she would never want a picture of her in her present condition all over the internet. I will honor that. Here’s what she looked liked in her twenties. Look at that hair.

But here was the hard part. We all knew that this was almost certainly our last time together with her in her home. I would catch teary-eyed faces unawares on everyone’s face at one point or another. I often had to go to another room to have a good cry as I knew how bittersweet these moments were.

Incredibly, a woman who can’t remember what is said one minute earlier, remembers the whole event. This is the first time this has happened in months. But that’s what love does. It invades our deepest soul and lives there forever. When I think about God’s love for me throughout this period of grief  (I swear, I have been grieving for months.), I feel that same miraculous love at a time when I should be falling apart.

There have been so many loose ends to tie up. We’ve had to find and organize all her finances, her insurance papers, her funeral home arrangements (already paid for years ago), schedule the caregivers round the clock and keep it all straight. My mind is on overload and yet I am at peace.

But here’s the really hard part and I’m crying as I write this because it so impacted me at the time.  I don’t even know if anyone but me heard it.

As people were leaving, my mom, who hasn’t spoken a full sentence in days, found the strength to wave her hand good-bye while saying, “Bye, everyone.” Do I have to explain why that was so poignant?

Was she just saying good-bye for this occasion or was she really saying “Good-bye.” I will never know but I will never forget the look of love on her face when she said it. Dear God, this watching someone die is hard.

God bless and have a good day. I just can’t write anymore although I had a lot more to say. I want to go visit my mom now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to be someone else’s prayer “voice”

Luke 5: 17-20:NIV

17 One day Jesus was teaching, and Pharisees and teachers of the law were sitting there. They had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem. And the power of the Lord was with Jesus to heal the sick. 18 Some men came carrying a paralyzed man on a mat and tried to take him into the house to lay him before Jesus. 19 When they could not find a way to do this because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and lowered him on his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.

20 When Jesus saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”

Don’t you just love the “right in front of Jesus”? How often do we bring our family and friends right in front of Jesus? 

We don’t  because we forget that we can. But if it was OK this time, it’s OK anytime. We can bring our loved ones and place them right in front of Jesus. I love their tenacity, their boldness. We should show those same attributes.

When my mom was so ill, my friends took me there. They took my prayers and placed them at Jesus’ feet because all I could do was shoot up one-sentence prayers. (I call them arrow prayers.) They knew my efforts had to be elsewhere.

We are called to pray on behalf of others but also to step in for them, praying their requests when they can’t. And it often seems that when my life is in disarray, theirs isn’t and vice versa.

When I pray in their stead I remind God that I am praying because they can’t. I know their concerns so I simply echo them. They do the same for me.

I hope you have family and friends like that. I am blessed because I do. Today they had to step in for me again. It was such a comfort to know they did.

God bless and I hope you have a good day.

 

 

 

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