Wishing to Wish

I received this:

“My room of 6

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.”

My room of 6
I am supposed to pick 6 women who have touched my life and who I think might participate. I think that if this group of women were ever to be in a room together, there is nothing that would be impossible. I hope I chose the right six. Please send this back to me.
Remember to make a wish before you read the quotation.”

I thought ‘make a wish’ and I went blank. It was as if I forgotten how  to wish or dream. Where am I if I forget how to wish? Under what cloud am I living, kinda like the little kid in Peanuts who walked around with a dark cloud over his head?

I would start to wish. . .  and then think:

but that couldn’t happen

there is no use in thinking about that

these last months have taken care of that

I don’t usually forward stuff, but I might have if . . . I could have been able to wish for something.

Published in: on May 26, 2010 at 6:58 pm  Comments (1)  
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Changes, a new home and a puppy

Just a link to a new post on my site – see you there…

Published in: Uncategorized on May 20, 2010 at 11:58 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Through Four Year Old Eyes

These are the earliest two memories I have. These are mine, I don’t remember them from a picture because there were no pictures of these events.I don’t know which one happened first. I was 4 years old. We lived at Morro Bay in a trailer park, my dad worked on the steam plant as an iron worker. At least three uncles worked there also, Uncle Billy Ripley, Uncle Cecil Ripley, and Uncle Richard Topper (we all lived at the same trailer park).
I started kindergarten in Morro Bay. My mom and I went to the school to meet the teacher and see my new classroom. The teacher showed me around the room pointing out all the toys. She told me I could play with ‘the’ doll. The doll was a walking doll and about 3 ft high. I was excited! But I never got to play with the doll.  Someone always got to her first. Looking back I realize I was a very timid and careful child,  but I always have felt that the teacher lied to me.

Next memory: All the uncles, my dad, and their friends went deep sea fishing. When they got back they had gunney sacks full of fish. One friend, named Shorty asked me if I wanted some M & M’s. I said yes. He opened his hand and it was full of fish eyes.

Wonder why I have trouble trusting sometimes?

Published in: on May 19, 2010 at 6:08 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Playing House

Last week ( I think) we gave Uncle B a white wood cabinet for his kitchen. He lives in a very old house with very little storage. The cabinet is now his pantry. Part of what went in the pantry came from wood shelves in the breakfast nook. I asked him if I could move the shelves to the opposite wall, which would give access to the windows. He didn’t care. So today I played house in his kitchen washing shelves and dishes, window seats and the floor, and starting to rearrange a widower’s kitchen. I’m tired. I hope he can find what he wants. I’ll go back again tomorrow and try to do some more damage.

Published in: on May 18, 2010 at 5:12 pm  Comments (1)  
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Tomorrows in Jesus Hands

When I was about 15-16 years old, my Dad and I sang ‘I don’t know who holds tomorrow, but I know who holds my hand,’ as a special for church.  It is a precious memory for me.

That was many years ago and I really didn’t know what the song meant. I hadn’t had to trust for myself that Jesus really did hold tomorrow. Now after going through some tomorrows that were really dark, I know, I believe, I am trusting that Jesus to continue to hold my tomorrows, today.

I Know Who Holds My Hand

I don’t know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day.
I don’t borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.
I don’t worry o’er the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I’ll walk beside Him,
For He knows what lies ahead.

Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden’s getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.

I don’t know about tomorrow;
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me.
And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I’m covered with His blood.

Malachi 3:6  For I am the LORD, I change not; 
Hebrews 13:8  Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.

Published in: on May 17, 2010 at 1:33 pm  Comments (1)  
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Sorting and Packing

Many years ago, my mother moved from Fresno, CA to Mt. Vernon , Illinois to Naples, Florida;  she went through her years of McCall’s Needlework magazines and ripped pages out that she wanted to keep because she couldn’t take the whole stack with her. I thought that was sacrilegious; I had spent hours in those magazines. They were the bible of needleworkers.

Today I finished going through 12-15 years worth of Knitting magazines ripping out pages I wanted to keep for the very same reason; magazines are too bulky and I don’t have enough room to keep them.

I wonder what did my mother think about while she ripped? Was she focused as I was on the probability of really making the item for which I saved the directions; . . . slipping the pages into page protectors that would finally find a home in a three-ring binder.

I may never make many of the items I have saved, but when I look at the binder I will remember the stack of magazines on the shelf and the enjoyment of dreaming about making or trying every one.

Published in: on May 16, 2010 at 9:55 pm  Leave a Comment  
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I Will Trust

Many days have passed since I have written here.

I cannot begin to describe the roller coaster ride I have been on.

Closing our business.

Selling our stuff.

Bankrupting our credit.

Learning to lean.

Accepting new ideas.

Trying to put them into practice.

Knowing that the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

I bless His name!

I continue to trust His wisdom and ordering of my steps.

Published in: on May 13, 2010 at 1:05 pm  Leave a Comment