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naivete

An alphabet of thanks “N”

(In case you’re doing the math, these posts are one day off. This should really be posting on the 14th. But “D” and “E” posted the same day because I didn’t wait for one of those posts to update before I turned off my computer, and I didn’t catch it till the next day. Just sayin’)

Today I’m thankful for my naiveté.

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My family is always kidding me about how naïve I am about some things. For example, if a family member tells me something outlandish, (like there’s such a thing as a Michigan peacock) I’m very apt to believe them because of course, they wouldn’t lie. I easily fall for practical jokes, therefore, people love to pick on me.

The first definition for naïve in the dictionary is “inexperienced”. That’s not me, though.  I’ve experienced enough of life to know its reality.

Another definition is “youthful”. Young people are generally considered naïve. Young people generally trust and believe in people. Young people believe in possibilities. Think, I’ll take this definition.

I trust and believe in people, to my detriment at times. I often walk into situations where I can’t win no matter what because I always believe people can change. I’m naïve enough to believe most people like me. I’m always surprised when people don’t play fair. I guess I really am naïve.

But that’s o.k. I rather be the one picked on than the one that does the picking. I’d rather be easy to play a joke on than so unfriendly and distant that no one would dare. I rather be naïve and see the wonder of life, than so jaded I can only see the ugly.

I’ll admit it. I’m naïve. I’m naïve enough to believe that God still performs miracles. I’m naïve enough to believe that my prayers really matter. I’m naïve enough to believe that God is who He says He is, that He can do what He says He can do, that I am who God says I am, and that I can handle anything God allows in my life. Call me naïve want. I call myself smart.

God bless and have a good day.

painted acorns

A wonderful thought

Hubby and I are at our cabin.

Can’t wait to show you pictures of our new bedroom. It’s coming along and just kind of “coming together” without much over-analyzing.

We took a long drive yesterday and stopped at a cute coffee shop for lunch in a quant little town. It was the best BLT I’ve had in a long time.

On the way home I asked my husband how he thought I was doing. I was referring to my grieving process as my mother died about five months ago.

(By the way, will saying that ever not cause my eyes to tear-up?)

He said he thinks I’m coping just as one would want expect so early in the process.

My mother loved the fall and I looked forward every year to taking her on a color tour and stopping for lunch at some place quaint and cute.

So I’ve made it through summer and now I have fall. Each season brings its own set of memories I have to wade through and process.

I’m at the bunkhouse right now for my devotional time and I came across this in a book by one of my favorite inspirational authors, Grace Stoddard:

“Live at ten while you can. Time (and I would add, health, and circumstances), diminishes our options, but fight it.”

I am entering a new phase of life. While some doors are closing, others are opening.

The funny thing about doors though, is that it doesn’t matter how many close or open, we are still the ones turning the knob.

So live your life today as close to ten as you can. It’s your choice.

God bless and I hope you have a good day.

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. 

sunshine/2017

What a week-end. You HAVE to read this!

Today’s post is all about hope.

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Most of you know that the last two weeks have been rough. My mom has been very confused and delusional. She has been diagnosed with dementia. Read that carefully, “diagnosed with dementia”, and we all know how a single diagnosis can be inadequate to explain all aspects of any condition. While I don’t deny that diagnosis, I don’t buy into it one hundred percent as an explanation for these past two weeks. I believe there is more going on.

Did you know, for example, that urinary tract infections (UTI), can come and go without medical intervention? Did you also know that UTI’s can cause confusion, delirium, and hallucinations in the elderly? So-o-o-o, an elderly person can be confused, etc, because they have an undiagnosed UTI. We had my mom checked out for that and it was negative but, of course, it might have cleared up by the time the test was done. Here’s the google page where I found some great links about UTI’s in the elderly.

Now to the weekend. My daughter and her five-year-old son came home this weekend. (Hubby and other son had a “guys” weekend skiing.) She wanted to see her grandmother again because of her failing health. Not only was my mom one hundred percent better, she was back to her “before-the-last-fall” better. We took her for a ride down to Lake Michigan because we had an unusually warm day for a Michigan January. We even got her outside to sit on a bench. She was conversant, funny, even taking the initiative in the conversation.

Thank goodness it was sunny and I was wearing my sunglasses because I was tearing up a lot with gratitude. And now to the point of this post today.

The two or three nights prior to Sat I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very sad because I was worried that my last memories of my mom would be what I’d seen the last two weeks. I so wanted to see my “real” mom again. And then it happened.

But God answered and one glorious, beautiful, warm Saturday, I was able to imprint some kinder memories in my mind. There are some days you just know you won’t forget. This was one of them. My daughter will never forget it either.

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I had been praying hard for this to happen but was starting to lose hope. But I reminded myself once again that “God is able to do more than we can even think of or even ask….”

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I’m smart enough to know those two weeks could happen again. Sunday, for example, she wasn’t quite as “sharp” as she’d been on Saturday although she was still able to converse fluently.

But that Saturday was my “more than I can imagine” day. Everyone needs one of those.

God bless and don’t give up your hopes. God can do more than you can even think of.

 

 

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