Saturday, January 30, 2010

Life's Book -

So, I was rummaging through my (pre-internet) collection of poems 'n promises a bit ago -- looking for something I felt called to share. Here's what surfaced.

What a pity, it's tag reads simply, "Author Unknown."

"No matter what else you are doing,
From cradle days through to the end,
You are writing your Life's secret story --
Each day sees another page penned.

Each month ends a thirty-page chapter,
Each year means the end of a part --
And never an act is misstated,
Or even one wish of the heart.

Each day when you wake, the book opens,
Revealing a page clean and white --
What thoughts and what words and what doings
Will cover its pages by night?

God leaves that to you -- you're the writer,
And never a word shall grow dim,
Till the day that you write the word, "Finished",
And give your Life's Book back to Him."

I hope you all enjoy a safe and joy-filled new week!

Thursday, January 28, 2010


Do you enjoy this time of year? You know, these days when old "Mister Sun" is early to bed; late to rise 'n shine.

Winter's always been my favorite season -- even now, sporting "olden" eyes which have difficulty adjusting to o-dark-thirty's road conditions. (Good thing, I keep to the back roads!)

No doubt, lots of the charm is feeling invisible. You see, I adore early mornings; I love to sing along with the radio.... loudly, off-key -- but happily!

Then, totally EMBARRASSED at being caught jiving by another motorist. (Hey, who hasn't been there, done that?!)

Yes, I probably care waaaay too much what other people think. It's a struggle. A ventriloquist, I'm NOT.

So, the other day, Danny Davis announced the 46th anniversary (gulp!) of a hit record. I don't know. Some recording by a covey of mop-headed British lads; Can't recall the name ...LOL!
Come those unmistakable first notes -- I'm so, a goner:
"I wanna hold your haaaaaand, I wanna hold your hand!"

I don't think anyone spotted me? Perhaps a satellite, somewhere up there. Oh well, I figure even "Big Brother" needs a chuckle now and then.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

What Am I Doing Here?

So, I've been feeling somewhat scattered and unfocused this week .....a chameleon on plaid. Ah, to be still and just listen to the still, small voice!

But wait a minute! Are the messages I hear just wishful thinking? Maybe my own fears are speaking to me? You know, those old elements of mental chatter that tell me, "You're not good enough." There's a feeling God is always speaking, but I don't have the right channel tuned in to hear His call!

How do we know the difference between the voice of Spirit and the voice that we might call "Ego"?

Help is here for the asking, but I need to practice a little silence.
That's hard, you know!

For instance..... Have you had occasion to travel by plane recently? You know, it's noisy! You're in a sealed environment, lots of people are talking, getting settled in .... and then there's this voice over the intercom, telling us about seat belts and oxygen masks and floating devices.
Everyone's too busy to listen.

Here is a test that I've been encouraged to use: If the voice is saying something that makes me feel afraid, intense, or angry, that is not the answer. But if the voice is telling me, "You've got this handled, there is no fear, God is with you." --that is the voice I trust.

God once asked, "What are you doing here, Elijah?" Now there's a call for accountability! A question we ought to have asked ourselves ... were we not so busy.

Perhaps it's good, whatever prompts us to become still, to get alone with our thoughts, our prayers - even if it feels like depression or sorrow or self-pity. OK, it's a doorway. We're going to emerge with a different outlook; we're going to come out of that cave empowered to answer His challenge, "What are you doing here?".

Friday, January 15, 2010


Midst the horror of Haiti's devastation, I nearly missed hearing the following tribute to Miep Gies, written and read by David Harris at
As he says in the last sentence, may we always be inspired.

....and may we continue to hold today's heroes, both here and abroad, in our prayers.
"Be strong and of good courage; be not frightened, neither be dismayed; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." (Joshua 1:9)

Miep Gies died in Holland this week.

Risking her own life, she, a Christian, helped hide the family of Anne Frank in Amsterdam. After two years, the Franks were discovered by the Nazis and deported to the death camps.

Only Anne’s father survived.

She also was the person who found and hid Anne Frank’s diary, giving it to Anne’s father after the war. “The Diary of Anne Frank” became an international best seller.

But Miep Gies never considered herself a hero, far from it.

She once said: “Imagine that young people would grow up with the feeling that you have to be a hero to do your human duty. I’m afraid nobody would ever help other people, because who is a hero? I was not. I was just an ordinary housewife and secretary.”

In fact, this brave, modest woman exemplified the highest human values during the world’s darkest days.

May we always be inspired by her legacy.

-- David Harris,

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Eat whaaaaat?

What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten, on purpose? The yukkiest, perhaps?

My (latest) mistake wasn't very exotic... or smelly. But, at 'o-dark-thirty one morning, a peanut-butter and cottage cheese sandwich seemed like a good idea for that day's lunch. Don't get me wrong, I love peanut butter; I like cottage cheese. Just not together!

So, my youngest granddaughter's not caught the phone "bug" just yet. She has her own cellular, yes, but isn't all that interested. Those "some" times when Chloe feels up for a chat, I try to pose questions which require more than a "yes" or "no" response. A giggle's better yet!

Immediately, I go for the gold .... "You'll never guess what Grandma had for lunch yesterday?"
Then, "That's nothing. Daddy had tuna fish and jelly."

Color me ....Trumped.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

America's Team?

Are you ready for some (more) football?

Between Auburn’s wild win on New Years .. then the Cardinals improbable victory Sunday afternoon, a surgeon would be hard-pressed to wipe the GRIN off my face!!!

So, the other day I did something I’ve not done in 20 years -- cheered on the Dallas Cowboys. No, I’ve not changed my spots. In truth, it came down to my personal Scale of Justice: Who’s less evil, Michael Vick or Jerry Jones? Not that I’m holding a grudge mind you (oh, nooooo)!

Back in '89, when “JJ and the boys” summarily dismissed Tom Landry, replacing him with a used car salesman lookalike (did I say that out-loud?) … well, the magic disappeared.
NFL-style D-I-V-O-R-C-E ... an abrupt departure from the gal who once believed herself the truest Cowboy fan in Texas. Uh-huh, I was one of “those” … not content to just attend games; I’d queue up at personal appearances to shake a hand, to garner an autograph in my “Cowboys Wives” cookbook. Staubach, the "Doomsday Defense" ... those were the days, my friend!

Tho’ I never had an opportunity to meet Coach Landry, I believe he had more class in his little finger than the whole of his contemporaries. By all accounts, he was a devout, principled sort … someone who walked his talk.

We can't go back again. But nowadays, I like to think Kurt Warner’s a similar sort of fellow. Who knows? Perhaps this decade’s “America’s Team” lives right here in Arizona?!
...Then again, it's all a state of mind.

Go Cardinals!!!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

When the Song of the Angels is Stilled

Whew! I hope everyone arrived on this side of the New Year unscathed and renewed!

I found this little poem touching ... and a sweet challenge!

When the Song of the Angels Is Stilled
Poem by Howard Thurman

When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart.

...Let there be no moment without Christmas!