Category Archives: Thoughts

The Hummer

Ruby-throated hummingbird

The windows were going to be cleaner than they’d been in years because of the theory of “One thing leads to another.” I’d awakened with a single thought: “I’m tired of looking through the solar screens to see our resident hummingbirds!” Why continue to complain when you can take action?

Morning coffee finished and still in my sleep shirt, I headed out to the deck where I removed the dark grey screens from our three kitchen/dining area windows. In doing so, however, I noted the accumulated filth around and on the windows themselves. That’s when my path became clear.

By now, I’d swept around the windows to remove the spider webs, dead bugs, and sand and the heat had begun. My “break” lasted only until I noticed the vast array of dirt-coated water spots that now obscured my view. It became clear that there was much more work to be done!

To abbreviate this a bit, as I sat inside sipping ice water and resting, something hit the window! A beautiful little hummer had flown into it, then, confused, toward another window and right to the skylight over the porch and decking! Trying to fly upward toward the sky he saw battered him into exhaustion so occasionally he rested on a tiny ledge, panting, until he could try again and again. I simply could not be the cause of the little bird’s death and the thought of my clean windows having played a huge part screamed at my heart.

As I do so often, I took the problem to my Lord for I had to help the little guy! One thought led to another and I began to weep. I was willing to do anything to save the frightened, helpless creature. God had sent His precious Son to save me and you so surely I could rescue one little hummingbird! Though my brain is limited, an idea began to hatch.

What was needed became obvious when I saw the long-handled fishing net that hubby uses when the boys are visiting. After covering the netting tightly with a pillowcase I asked God to help me. The exhausted little bird, hesitantly at first, saw what he needed to do. Getting the courage that was needed took a few minutes but he finally eased his little feet around the cloth-covered rim of the net as I spoke softly to him and continued to pray.

No prayer is wasted! Not even those sent up for a tiny bird in distress. The little guy trusted me enough to finally step onto the loop at the end of a pole. Now, more tears flowed when he actually stayed on as I moved the net slowly down…then out from under the overhang. Once he saw that he was under the open, real sky again, he was gone.

Yes, the hummer was gone from sight but not from mind. He’d been shown the way to safety but (like us all) he first had to put his trust in someone outside of himself. Someone who loved him for the creature he was and someone who was willing to go that “extra mile.” Jesus Christ did that for you and me in performing a single act of unconditional love.

Thank you, Lord, for the reminder

Priorities Are Situational

It’s true that we aren’t ever too old to learn. In a sense, I’ve known this to be true for years (as is evidenced by the fact that I really enjoy learning new things even at the “ripe old age” of sixty-four).

We go through life thinking,” What I want is what’s important!” “Our own lives are our priority!” And that’s true…if we live with our head in a hole; if we’re living lives that don’t touch the lives of others; if we’re not grandparents; and lastly, if we’re not children of God.

When did this revelation occur? Actually, it was more of a reminder. Probably when we were keeping Jesse and Benjamin for several days. Then it was confirmed when Daniel came for his visit. Quite simply, our priorities need to change depending on what is going on with other people. Perhaps I’ve achieved the epitome of flemsibility? Wrong! It was just a little reality check. Call it a reminder that, if there other people within our sphere of influence, space or circle, those very people should become our priority…even though it’s our life!

After all…What if Jesus had walked through life without changing His priorities to lift up or include the people around Him?

You Know It’s Hot When…

You know that it’s too hot when, upon shopping for a couple of hours you return to your car to discover that your gym ID card (which was laying on the nicely padded dashboard) has almost entered the melting stage! One of its corners had begun to turn toward the sun and it felt almost soft. Luckily I was able to flatten then revive it with a burst of AC. We need more rain…and much less heat in Texas!

Shoot Me Before I Become Trapped by Tradition!

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I’ll be one of the first to admit that some traditions are very comforting. Perhaps even comfortable. There’s nothing better than a morning cup of coffee unless it’s that same cup of java consumed in total silence. I love it when our “girls” are both in my lap as I sip it’s deliciousness. Ahhh… Just thinking about that feels wonderful!

Kissing my hubby good-morning, good-bye, good-night and even occasionally for no apparent reason at all. Yeah, that’s nice, too. We even hold hands as we walk into a local restaurant. In most cases that’s nice, too.

Nothing compares to talking to my Savior when I have a chance. Yes, I pray even as I drive down the road. My prayers certainly aren’t restricted to those times and it seems that I visit with Him more with each passing year. That particular tradition has been, literally, a lifesaving one.

Could there be anything better than hugging those I love? Probably not. Top it off with saying and hearing those most beautiful words, “I love you”–and, for me, you have heaven on earth!

Yes, life wouldn’t be the same without some tradition. There is a point, however, where I hope never to go.

If there is a time when I must sleep on the same color sheets; if I have to skip my coffee because I’ve overslept by five minutes; if I begin eating my morning cereal out of the same bowl and those cereals must be layered in a certain order (rather than being mixed up as they are now)… If I ever get to the point when I feel compelled to follow a list of ritualistic behaviors before going to bed…then I beg you…just shoot me!

Put me out of my misery so that I don’t become further trapped by the things which were, no doubt, placed in my life to offer temporary shelter, solace, and some vague sence of order.

Don’t let the very things that were likely placed within me as a soft, flemsible endoskeleton harden to make me inflexible and rigid. When these kinds of behaviors cascade down upon the person I am, deterioration has, indeed, begun! And, at that point, I’ll likely be having much less fun!

So, if I’ve ceased to be free…I’ve ceased to be ME! And if you see that particular nightmare is coming to pass–PLEASE… put a round in the chamber and just shoot me!

He Speaks at the Strangest Times

A couple of nights ago, I discovered some dry turds (for lack of a better term) in our “big room.” Poop in any part of our home isn’t a good thing but it was dry and hard…which made it easy to pick it up and drop into the closest toilet. Because of its overall “character,” I knew that the perpetrator had been Sammie (“Sam”) …again. Yes, tho she’d likely already forgotten about it, I scolded her anyway. She acted very guilty…confirming my suspicions. Yup! She was, in fact, the offending critter! Our Suzi would burst before she did that…unless she was fighting IBS.

A bit later in the day, however, after that was behind us, I walked outside with the girls encouraging them to do their “business.” When Sam finally assumed her classic pooper position, I knew what would come next. When she finished, however, rather than scolding her (as I’d done a couple of hours earlier), I walked over and told her what a “good girl” she was for making her “mess” outside…rather than in the house! Then I scrubbed her ears and spoke in loving tones as though she were starting over in her house training “class”. All was forgiven and I was giving her yet another chance to do things right. After all, she tends to do this kind of thing periodically. Though she’s middle-aged for a dog, she, like us all, is far from perfect.

What a blessing that God is much like that with us, His children! There I was. Standing out in the back yard supervising the girls’ “business” and out of that proverbial clear blue sky dropped this huge TRUTH! It seems that I spend my life making one “mess” after another and God simply covers me with his Grace without a second thought! I don’t deserve that! He should either punish me Himself or encourage someone else to do it. My nose should be rubbed in it and I should be rolled over on my back and spoken to in gruff, alpha-dog-type tones! I should be sentenced to die in…and because of my sin! Instead, though, He simply reaches over, scrubs my ears, speaks softly to my heart, and gives me yet another chance to do things right. Why am I treated with such love when I screw up so often? Because He’d sent Jesus to be punished…to die in my place. Wow! That’s quite a gift! And just think. All we have to do is believe in Him and accept His sacrifice in our behalf.

This just goes to show you that God should be considered the Master Opportunist. Sometimes He uses the most trivial things to get our attention! He very softly placed a huge concept in front of my mind while I stood in my own back yard tending to our dogs! And He did it in such a way that I could better understand something that I already knew…but needed to hear again. Yes! My God IS an awesome God indeed!

Indictment Covered in Dust

I don’t know how you are but I hate to clean house! Years ago I told my hubby that he and I could clean the house together on one day of the weekend and we wouldn’t need to pay someone else to do it. His time must have been far more important to him than money for, from that day on, we’ve paid a lovely lady to clean the main part of our home a couple of times a month. There are certain rooms, however, that (for one reason or another) we close off when she comes. Why pay to have the seldom-used rooms cleaned? I’d take care of those when it became necessary. On THIS DAY, it was critical!

The panic had set in! My son and his family were comin’ for Thanksgiving and I had to get serious about dusting the super sentimental entertainment center in what once had been “Mom’s Room.” Talk about motivation to clean!! I was under the gun! Company (even family) has always forced me to really get the house in shape. Picture this. My normally neatly spiked white hair looked more like a horribly abused toothbrush. Comfort was my uniform of the day so my very informal sleepwear was perfect. Struggling to finish my first of many tasks for the day, my nose had begun to drip profusely. Why? Dust has been one of my highest allergens for as long as I can remember. Anyway, there I was…plopped on laminate flooring that reminded me that my tail bone had once been broken. I was pooped! Many trips up and down a little ladder takes its tole.

I’ve placed the piece of mostly oak so that I can see it from my desk and filled it with memories and parts of my past in the form of many of my favorite things. You know all about momentous, souvenirs, some of Mom’s more interesting collections, etc.. You likely have similar items in your own home. And I bet your collection gets dusted infrequently, too.

I’d spent a couple of hours removing treasures from every shelf and caressing each lovingly with a damp cloth. After all, this accumulation of mementos was almost as meaningful as the entertainment center itself! My son and I had chosen the very heavy piece when he was a teenager. Then we proceeded to have a blast applying Tung oil to it. We’d invested much more than money. I value this one piece of furniture more than any other in our home because of the quality time that he and I spent working on it together.

As I was almost finished, my left hand encountered a couple of spiral notebooks standing up next to an old Bible in one of the three bottom sections. I’d had them for so long that I’d forgotten they were there. They measured 9 1/2 x 6 inches so they couldn’t have been used for school work. Funny how time often erases so much…but the bluish-green one seemed to fit comfortably in my hand. So, I opened it to a random page in the middle and began to read the vaguely familiar handwriting. Before I was finished, tears traced down my cheeks as I recognized something that I’d written many years ago.

Being truly honest – At this point, I’m actually wondering where that woman who wrote poetry is for she is seldom if ever seen these days. Perhaps she is more the person I SHOULD be…rather than the person I am. That thought may explain some of the tears. Either way, there I sat on the hard floor, in my scruffy sleepwear, with my spiked hair askew, and surrounded by dust still floating about in a room full of memories. There I sat – stunned by the fact that I sort of felt indicted by the simple act of dusting? Ive changed in so many ways! I do know one thing about me that hasn’t changed, however! My thoughts and feelings about Christmas have never wavered. It IS all about Jesus Christ…God’s gift to us…and still, in my mind, Christmas is best represented by the cross.

I heard myself asking God, “Why did I find this now? I don’t have the time to finish reading this. I still have so much to do to get ready!” And yet I couldn’t seem to put it down. What am I supposed to do with it? It’s old…like me…but it’s spoken to my heart even after all these years. Maybe I’m supposed to share it with others. So, that’s what I’m going to do here.

What interest is there in a Christmas poem written maybe thirty years ago? Probably none. None the less, here it is. Rather than putting it in print, however, I’ll read it to you. Please understand that poetry is often a surprise to those who write it. And, it’s always open to interpretation. I was given the “picture” and simply tried to use my own language to express what I saw. My words don’t do the story justice – but perhaps someone out there will benefit from hearing them.   THIS IS CHRISTMAS

“Merry Christmas to all! And to all…a good night!”

To Journal or Not to Journal

Today is the first time that I’m trying to journal. To be honest, I’m not certain that I have what it takes. So, we could look at this as a test of my…”stick-to-it-tive-ness?” Not to worry — as this certainly won’t be a daily “thing.” Life is out there for the living and I can’t be two places at once. On occasion, however, it might nice to share some thoughts with myself. After all, I’m sometimes the last to know what’s really goin’ on in my own head.

Curiosity abounds! Will this serve any purpose at all? Is there a chance that I might actually benefit from journaling in some way? Some have suggested that I might (since writing has been therapeutic throughout my life). I’ve found, for some odd reason, that the concept of Blogging is whispering to me. To be honest, that thought makes me question my sanity! As enticing as it sounds, it would force me to learn something new! God has blessed me with a thirst for life and learning new things. So, we’ll see…

If I do, in fact, follow through with this little experiment, I’m curious as to (as my BFF would say), “Who cares?!” I’d be more likely to use my old standby, “Who gives a rip?! Probably not a soul. But…that’s OK, too, because (and this is actually an original thought) if I remove the reins from the horse, there is no telling where she’ll roam! If this were to actually become a blog, it could get pretty unruly! Who would want to keep up with somewhat random stories, opinions, adventures, rants, dreams, prayers, and even the thoughts of a woman whose spirit feels at least thirty years younger than her body?

My Past may be a nice place to visit, occasionally (if I can find pieces of it worthy of examination or sharing). After all, at sixty-three, thoughts of my yesteryear seem all but extinct. Who knows. I may stumble over an interesting fossil here and there.

The Present seems far more worthwhile since it’s filled with fairly diverse and perhaps slightly relevant things that are current. At least it consists of things over which I have some degree of control. Well, God and I sort of share in that responsibility.

The Future? Well, all I can do with that is to let my mind wander a bit (which it does fairly often) and simply imagine the possibilities.

So, I’ll stop at this point and ponder thoughts that have poured from my fingertips around midnight.