People Who Have Influenced My Life-If I thought about it, I am sure that I
could think of people who influenced my life before the stroke. However, for
this blog, I will focus solely on some people who, during or after I became a born-again
Christian, have impacted my life. And some who presently are.
First, and foremost, is the fellow that God used to bring salvation to me.
Even if he had not been obedient, I know God would have used somebody else
to tell me about Jesus and bring salvation to a very desperate situation.
Still, I am very grateful as he certainly did change the course of my life.
He also influenced me in another way. He didn't just see me become a
Christian and then just leave me alone to sink or swim on my own. In those
early days of me being a Christian, we spent a lot of time together and,
once I started attending church, at first he was driving me to church.
The next people who influenced my life was the couple who got me started
attending church. For the first year or so, I didn't go to church as I
didn't think it was possible. Then, I got a visit from some friends who, at
the time, lived in Medicine Hat. They are born-again Christians so, come
Sunday, they wanted to go to church. The only church I knew was the where
the person instrumental in my becoming a Christian went. They attended in
the morning and enjoyed it so much that they took me to the evening service.
I don't remember how but they got me there somehow. Since then I have been a
regular attender at my present church. While I do believe that, if God had
wanted me to be in this particular church, He would have brought it to pass
somehow, the part my friends played in getting me to church has had a
tremendous influence on my life.
Starting to go to church was very exciting for me but, like most newer
Christians, I still had a lot to learn. One person who had a major influence
on my life was the man who would, in those early days, came to the hospital and
teach me out of the Bible. To be honest, I think my love for the Bible, or
at least part of it, arose from his enthusiastic teaching of the Bible to
me.
Over the years, I have had different people who drove me to church. They
have had a big influence on my life by making sure I have been at church as
often as possible so I could learn more and more about God and the Bible
from the speaker. I suspect that there have been times , especially when it
was bitterly cold, that it would have been easier not to bother with me but,
bless them, they have always made an effort, despite difficult
circumstances, to get me to church.
I have already seen two pastors leave and my present one is the third since
I started attending the church that I am presently attending. They all have
had a great influence on me. At first, the pastor helped me get to know God
and the Bible, then he helped me to grow in that knowledge and, now that I
have been a Christian for quite awhile, gives me fresh insights that I don't
get from my personal study. Also, a rebuke when I need it. A habit that I
have developed over the years is that, when I go to church, I see the pastor
as just a mouthpiece who God is using to speak to us/me. So I listen to hear
what God is specifically speaking to me.
Then I have or have had what I call special friends. Over the years, there have always been a few people who have really "gone the extra mile" for me. They are the ones who spend time with me at Long-term Care. Maybe it is to visit or some come and just read to me. I can't read books myself so that is something that l really enjoy. Most of my special friends use my speech board well enough that we can have an actual conversation. I enjoy that as, because of the difficulty in communication, it is not something that I get to do very often. Some of my special friends also take me out, maybe to eat or maybe to shop or a function of some kind. Much as I love going to church, it means a lot to me to go other places as well.
Finally, I must mention the nurses. Let's face it. I have spent more time in Long-term Care than anywhere else. Most of them are not Christian but I have always felt that they respect my beliefs. Probably the biggest influence that they have had on my life is their caring. I see how they care for people who don't always have a lot of people to care about them. I have days where my emotions are running wild and I feel like nobody cares about me. Then, it is comforting to know that they, at least, care-even if I am not being very likeable.
I admit that, at times, I feel like I am going through this all alone. (Except for God) So it is good for me to remember all the people who have influenced my life in the past as well as those that are still being a major influence.
Me
At the beloved/hated writing vessel
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
Sleep
Sleep-One of my favorite things to do is sleep. It allows me a few hours of
oblivion from the circumstances that stare me in the face every single day.
Unfortunately, though, I seldom get a lot of sleep. Part of that is simply
due to the routine I am on. I am usually the last one they put to bed. Which
means I am sometimes not in bed until close to 10:30. Unless I fall asleep
right away, I may not go to sleep until after 11. About 2:30 am, the nurses
come in to reposition me. If I can go right back to sleep, it is no problem
but, too often, I either can't or it takes a very long time. It makes for a
long day when I get no or little, sleep after 2:30 . Around 6 am, the nurses
come back to get me dressed for the day, though they don't get me up. But
that was my request so I better not complain! Most mornings, I am awake
before then anyway.
However, there are other reasons why I don't get much sleep. Probably the
main one is that I can't slow down my thoughts down enough to fall asleep.
They go every which way and refuse to slow down. I have trouble enough
controlling my thoughts during the day but it is even harder at night.
Sometimes, I wish that there was a button on my body that the nurses could
push to turn off my mind. Only, then, we would probably forget to turn it
back on! Before the stroke, if I had a night like that, I would get up, make
a cup of tea and read until I felt like sleeping. But now, of course, I
can't do that. All I can do is lie and think through the long, endless
hours.
Another thing that, at times, keeps me awake is pain and discomfort. I am
never really comfortable. But, there are times that I am less uncomfortable
than others. My neck is really bad. There are times that I can't sleep
because my neck hurts so much. Usually, a change of position will help but I
have to wait until somebody comes in to do it for me. Another thing that
sometimes keeps me awake is a sore heel. Changing position usually helps
that as well. I wear splints on my hands at night and, on occasion, they
make my hands too sore to allow me to sleep. The easiest thing is just to
take them off but, again, I have to wait for somebody to do it for me.
At this point, I will interject that I feel most helpless at night. If I
need help, I have no way of letting anybody know. I can't ring the call bell
and, unless it is urgent, I don't like to yell and wake other people up.
Besides, the nurses probably wouldn't hear as my door is closed all the time
and, very likely, the nurses would be in a different part of Long-term Care.
So I usually just endure until the nurses come to reposition me. One good
thing, though, is that this sense of helplessness is another way that I am
learning to depend on God. Sometimes to ease the pain and other times to
just be a companion during the long, tedious hours.
These are probably the two main reasons that I don't, at times, get a lot of
sleep. Another one is light. I am sure that it is all in my head but I can
not sleep with a light on. There is a little light by the door of my room
so, when the nurses come in at night, they can turn it on instead of the big
light. Only, once in awhile, it is left on and I can't go back to sleep. Or,
sometimes, it gets left on when I first go to bed and I can't even go to
sleep.
Another reason is temperature. If, when I go to bed, I feel chilly, I can't go to sleep. All I can do is wait until somebody comes and ask for another blanket. On the other hand, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because I am too hot. If I could throw a blanket off myself, it would be no problem. But, as it is, I have wait until somebody comes to do it for me.
Occasionally, a noise in the hall keeps me awake. This doesn't happen very often, though. By the time I go to bed, other people are already in bed so it is usually pretty quiet. Plus, my room is in a hall with not a lot of other people so, even if there is a commotion, I probably won't hear it.
A final reason I can think of for not sleeping well is lack of exercise and fresh air. The lack of exercise is something I can't do anything about but I could get more fresh air. This place has a lovely courtyard where I could sit in summer. Only then I wouldn't be able to use my computer. I have never been able to sit and do nothing.
I really don't know why I am writing about this. Unless it is so people understand that, just because the day ends, doesn't mean my tedium and frustration always do. But God is always there to help me through it. He helps me as much during the long nights as during the long days.
oblivion from the circumstances that stare me in the face every single day.
Unfortunately, though, I seldom get a lot of sleep. Part of that is simply
due to the routine I am on. I am usually the last one they put to bed. Which
means I am sometimes not in bed until close to 10:30. Unless I fall asleep
right away, I may not go to sleep until after 11. About 2:30 am, the nurses
come in to reposition me. If I can go right back to sleep, it is no problem
but, too often, I either can't or it takes a very long time. It makes for a
long day when I get no or little, sleep after 2:30 . Around 6 am, the nurses
come back to get me dressed for the day, though they don't get me up. But
that was my request so I better not complain! Most mornings, I am awake
before then anyway.
However, there are other reasons why I don't get much sleep. Probably the
main one is that I can't slow down my thoughts down enough to fall asleep.
They go every which way and refuse to slow down. I have trouble enough
controlling my thoughts during the day but it is even harder at night.
Sometimes, I wish that there was a button on my body that the nurses could
push to turn off my mind. Only, then, we would probably forget to turn it
back on! Before the stroke, if I had a night like that, I would get up, make
a cup of tea and read until I felt like sleeping. But now, of course, I
can't do that. All I can do is lie and think through the long, endless
hours.
Another thing that, at times, keeps me awake is pain and discomfort. I am
never really comfortable. But, there are times that I am less uncomfortable
than others. My neck is really bad. There are times that I can't sleep
because my neck hurts so much. Usually, a change of position will help but I
have to wait until somebody comes in to do it for me. Another thing that
sometimes keeps me awake is a sore heel. Changing position usually helps
that as well. I wear splints on my hands at night and, on occasion, they
make my hands too sore to allow me to sleep. The easiest thing is just to
take them off but, again, I have to wait for somebody to do it for me.
At this point, I will interject that I feel most helpless at night. If I
need help, I have no way of letting anybody know. I can't ring the call bell
and, unless it is urgent, I don't like to yell and wake other people up.
Besides, the nurses probably wouldn't hear as my door is closed all the time
and, very likely, the nurses would be in a different part of Long-term Care.
So I usually just endure until the nurses come to reposition me. One good
thing, though, is that this sense of helplessness is another way that I am
learning to depend on God. Sometimes to ease the pain and other times to
just be a companion during the long, tedious hours.
These are probably the two main reasons that I don't, at times, get a lot of
sleep. Another one is light. I am sure that it is all in my head but I can
not sleep with a light on. There is a little light by the door of my room
so, when the nurses come in at night, they can turn it on instead of the big
light. Only, once in awhile, it is left on and I can't go back to sleep. Or,
sometimes, it gets left on when I first go to bed and I can't even go to
sleep.
Another reason is temperature. If, when I go to bed, I feel chilly, I can't go to sleep. All I can do is wait until somebody comes and ask for another blanket. On the other hand, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because I am too hot. If I could throw a blanket off myself, it would be no problem. But, as it is, I have wait until somebody comes to do it for me.
Occasionally, a noise in the hall keeps me awake. This doesn't happen very often, though. By the time I go to bed, other people are already in bed so it is usually pretty quiet. Plus, my room is in a hall with not a lot of other people so, even if there is a commotion, I probably won't hear it.
A final reason I can think of for not sleeping well is lack of exercise and fresh air. The lack of exercise is something I can't do anything about but I could get more fresh air. This place has a lovely courtyard where I could sit in summer. Only then I wouldn't be able to use my computer. I have never been able to sit and do nothing.
I really don't know why I am writing about this. Unless it is so people understand that, just because the day ends, doesn't mean my tedium and frustration always do. But God is always there to help me through it. He helps me as much during the long nights as during the long days.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
What I have Lost and What I have Gained
What I Have Lost And What I Have Gained-The idea for this blog came one
Sunday morning when I was sitting in a church service. I have no idea where
it came from as it has absolutely nothing to do with what the pastor was
preaching about. The thought came to me that I could write all the things
that I have lost and, also, the things that I have gained to replace the
lost things. I didn't dwell on it though. Instead, I resumed listening to
the pastor and, in my mind, resolved to think about it later.
The most obvious thing that I have lost is my health. Predominantly movement
and speech, though there are other issues as well. Not being able
to do anything, or at least most things, without help or communicate
effectively does make for a difficult, extremely frustrating life. On the
other hand, I often think that God has me right where He wants me. If He
wants to talk to me, I have no choice but to stay put and listen to Him.
Plus, I can't do all the talking. Another thing that I have gained from
losing my ability to move is that I depend on God to help me with a lot of
things that other people automatically do you themselves.
Through it all, I am thankful that God has enabled me to keep my sanity.
More or less. There are times, though, that I am sure that I am losing my
mind. At times like that, I console myself with the fact that, even if I
lose mind, God is able to find it again for me!
Another thing that I have lost is my family. At least my husband. When he
came to ask me for a divorce, I wasn't shattered but I was shocked. He had
always been there for me through all the things that I had already gone
through. But, now, I realize that I just traded in my natural husband for a
better Heavenly One. Jesus will always be there for me, come what may. I
never entirely lost my kids. They stay in touch and, occasionally, come to
Cold Lake for a visit. But what I do feel I have lost is a lot of years with
my kids while they were growing up. I am not sure how God can replace all
those lost years but, once I am healed, will it really matter? As for
siblings, I only had contact with one sister before the stroke. I still
correspond with her so I really didn't lose anything. But I have gained a
lot more siblings. When I became a born-again Christian, I became part of
God's family and He has lots of kids. So I have millions of siblings all
over the world.
I also lost almost all the friends I had before the stroke. The only three
that I am still in touch with are two ladies that I knew at university and
one lady that I taught with way back when. But, since I became a Christian,
I have made new friends. But, best of all, I now have the greatest Friend of
all in Jesus. Human friends will, from time to time, let me down but He
never will.
Another loss has been my home. Since the stroke, I have been in hospital in Edmonton, then hospital here in Cold Lake, back to hospital in Edmonton, back to hospital in Cold Lake and, finally, to Long-term Care where I have been for years. I refuse to call this place home, though. Eventually, I will have my own home again but what I am really looking forward to is the one I gained when I became a born-again Christian. My eternal home in Heaven.
Finally, I lost my career. I started teaching when I was 22 and continued until the stroke forced me to "retire" at the ripe old age of 33. At first, I missed it a lot but, now that I am at normal retirement age, that part of my life has pretty much faded into the background. I don't know what I have gained to replace my career but I do know that, as a born-again Christian, God has plans for me and will reveal them when the time is right.
In conclusion, yes, I have lost a lot. At least by the world's standard. But, by God's standard, when I became a born-again Christian, I gained so much more spiritually.
Sunday morning when I was sitting in a church service. I have no idea where
it came from as it has absolutely nothing to do with what the pastor was
preaching about. The thought came to me that I could write all the things
that I have lost and, also, the things that I have gained to replace the
lost things. I didn't dwell on it though. Instead, I resumed listening to
the pastor and, in my mind, resolved to think about it later.
The most obvious thing that I have lost is my health. Predominantly movement
and speech, though there are other issues as well. Not being able
to do anything, or at least most things, without help or communicate
effectively does make for a difficult, extremely frustrating life. On the
other hand, I often think that God has me right where He wants me. If He
wants to talk to me, I have no choice but to stay put and listen to Him.
Plus, I can't do all the talking. Another thing that I have gained from
losing my ability to move is that I depend on God to help me with a lot of
things that other people automatically do you themselves.
Through it all, I am thankful that God has enabled me to keep my sanity.
More or less. There are times, though, that I am sure that I am losing my
mind. At times like that, I console myself with the fact that, even if I
lose mind, God is able to find it again for me!
Another thing that I have lost is my family. At least my husband. When he
came to ask me for a divorce, I wasn't shattered but I was shocked. He had
always been there for me through all the things that I had already gone
through. But, now, I realize that I just traded in my natural husband for a
better Heavenly One. Jesus will always be there for me, come what may. I
never entirely lost my kids. They stay in touch and, occasionally, come to
Cold Lake for a visit. But what I do feel I have lost is a lot of years with
my kids while they were growing up. I am not sure how God can replace all
those lost years but, once I am healed, will it really matter? As for
siblings, I only had contact with one sister before the stroke. I still
correspond with her so I really didn't lose anything. But I have gained a
lot more siblings. When I became a born-again Christian, I became part of
God's family and He has lots of kids. So I have millions of siblings all
over the world.
I also lost almost all the friends I had before the stroke. The only three
that I am still in touch with are two ladies that I knew at university and
one lady that I taught with way back when. But, since I became a Christian,
I have made new friends. But, best of all, I now have the greatest Friend of
all in Jesus. Human friends will, from time to time, let me down but He
never will.
Another loss has been my home. Since the stroke, I have been in hospital in Edmonton, then hospital here in Cold Lake, back to hospital in Edmonton, back to hospital in Cold Lake and, finally, to Long-term Care where I have been for years. I refuse to call this place home, though. Eventually, I will have my own home again but what I am really looking forward to is the one I gained when I became a born-again Christian. My eternal home in Heaven.
Finally, I lost my career. I started teaching when I was 22 and continued until the stroke forced me to "retire" at the ripe old age of 33. At first, I missed it a lot but, now that I am at normal retirement age, that part of my life has pretty much faded into the background. I don't know what I have gained to replace my career but I do know that, as a born-again Christian, God has plans for me and will reveal them when the time is right.
In conclusion, yes, I have lost a lot. At least by the world's standard. But, by God's standard, when I became a born-again Christian, I gained so much more spiritually.
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Church
Church-Over the past 30+ years, there is one thing that has been constant in
my life. That is attending church. The first year or so after l became a
born-again Christian, I didn't attend church because I didn't think it was
possible. However, once I got started attending church, I have rarely missed
a service. There have been a few times that I have missed services but only
when I have no choice. There are several reasons why attending church is so
important to me.
The primary reason that I attend church is to hear from God. I assume that
the pastor, or whoever is speaking, has taken time to seek God first and so
is speaking about what God wants him to speak about. In fact, I believe that
it is God, not the pastor, speaking to me. Something that I have done for
years is to memorize several interesting points that the pastor makes to
write down once I get an opportunity to use my computer. Admittedly, I don't
always remember them all but , what it does, is help me remember the sermon.
Secondly, I go to church to hear the word of God. The Bible is the word of
God. So, if the speaker is not referring to the Bible frequently, I can't
help feeling that something is not right. I am at church to hear God's
thoughts. Which are in the Bible. I am not at church to listen to the
speaker's personal opinions-no matter how good.
Thirdly, I attend church to learn. While I do spend a lot of time reading
and studying the Bible and I seem to always be learning something new, it is
also important to me to attend church because, chances are, the speaker will
have a fresh insight, or several, that I never thought of before.
The atmosphere in church is totally different from that in Long-term Care.
In this place, the atmosphere is rather gloomy with the focus on different
people with their aches and pains. But, at church, the atmosphere is much
more joyful with the focus on God, at least it should be, and not on people
and their problems. That is another reason that I like to go to church. I
sometimes think of it as an oasis in my desert!
This thought came to me just recently. Church helps me to see the bigger
picture. Life in Long-term Care gives one a pretty limited picture of what the world is all about. So it is good to be with people who live lives outside Long-term Care and to listen to conversations other than the usual topics of conversation in this place. More than that, though. Church gives the bigger picture of God's plan for the entire world, not just my individual life.
One of the most important aspects of church for me is that it is a source of encouragement for me. I don't lead an easy life and I value anything that encourages me. After a church service, I always feel better able to face what I have to face. That is why I am in church as often as possible.
Another thing I like about going to church is that it gives me a chance to see other people than nurses and seniors. Because of my communication difficulties, I don't interact a lot with other people but still nice just to be around and to watch other people. I especially enjoy watching the little kids.
Certainly not the primary reason I attend church but church does give an me opportunity to get out and away from the tedium of Long-term Care for a little while. Anytime I can do that is a definite bonus!
Upon reflection, I have concluded that I could survive without attending church. As long as I have a means of reading the Bible and the Holy Spirit is with me. But I am sure glad that I don't have to!
my life. That is attending church. The first year or so after l became a
born-again Christian, I didn't attend church because I didn't think it was
possible. However, once I got started attending church, I have rarely missed
a service. There have been a few times that I have missed services but only
when I have no choice. There are several reasons why attending church is so
important to me.
The primary reason that I attend church is to hear from God. I assume that
the pastor, or whoever is speaking, has taken time to seek God first and so
is speaking about what God wants him to speak about. In fact, I believe that
it is God, not the pastor, speaking to me. Something that I have done for
years is to memorize several interesting points that the pastor makes to
write down once I get an opportunity to use my computer. Admittedly, I don't
always remember them all but , what it does, is help me remember the sermon.
Secondly, I go to church to hear the word of God. The Bible is the word of
God. So, if the speaker is not referring to the Bible frequently, I can't
help feeling that something is not right. I am at church to hear God's
thoughts. Which are in the Bible. I am not at church to listen to the
speaker's personal opinions-no matter how good.
Thirdly, I attend church to learn. While I do spend a lot of time reading
and studying the Bible and I seem to always be learning something new, it is
also important to me to attend church because, chances are, the speaker will
have a fresh insight, or several, that I never thought of before.
The atmosphere in church is totally different from that in Long-term Care.
In this place, the atmosphere is rather gloomy with the focus on different
people with their aches and pains. But, at church, the atmosphere is much
more joyful with the focus on God, at least it should be, and not on people
and their problems. That is another reason that I like to go to church. I
sometimes think of it as an oasis in my desert!
This thought came to me just recently. Church helps me to see the bigger
picture. Life in Long-term Care gives one a pretty limited picture of what the world is all about. So it is good to be with people who live lives outside Long-term Care and to listen to conversations other than the usual topics of conversation in this place. More than that, though. Church gives the bigger picture of God's plan for the entire world, not just my individual life.
One of the most important aspects of church for me is that it is a source of encouragement for me. I don't lead an easy life and I value anything that encourages me. After a church service, I always feel better able to face what I have to face. That is why I am in church as often as possible.
Another thing I like about going to church is that it gives me a chance to see other people than nurses and seniors. Because of my communication difficulties, I don't interact a lot with other people but still nice just to be around and to watch other people. I especially enjoy watching the little kids.
Certainly not the primary reason I attend church but church does give an me opportunity to get out and away from the tedium of Long-term Care for a little while. Anytime I can do that is a definite bonus!
Upon reflection, I have concluded that I could survive without attending church. As long as I have a means of reading the Bible and the Holy Spirit is with me. But I am sure glad that I don't have to!
Tuesday, 29 December 2015
Amazing
Amazing-One day, I idly wondering what I would write about in my next blog.
It seems like I have already written about everything that I can possibly
write about. I am not even sure when or how the word "amazing" can into my
mind but, when it did, I thought that it was something I could write about.
Especially with help from the Holy Spirit. First, though, I looked up the
meaning of "amazing". Not that I don't know but I just to see what
they said. The most common definition seems to "something that causes great
surprise, wonderment or astonishment".
Whenever I hear the word "amazing", I can't help thinking about God. Just
that there is really a God is, to me, totally amazing. Call it great
surprise. Call it wonderment. Call it astonishment. Call it anything you
want but on the day that I became a born-again Christian and really knew
that God was very real, I was totally flabbergasted. And, after 30+ years, I
still am. Quite often, even now, I catch myself "asking" God how He really
can be.
Amazing Grace. I love that old hymn. Even a lot of non-Christians know it.
But what they don't know is how very true it is . God's grace is amazing. I
know from experience that, if it wasn't for God's grace, there no way
I could keep on living the way I have been living year after year after
year. But, somehow, God gives me grace to endure whatever I have to endure.
I find it quite amazing that I am doing what I am doing. And all because of
God's amazing grace.
The mercy of God is just as amazing. I have heard mercy defined as not
getting what we deserve. I know that I depend on God's mercy a LOT. Because
of sheer frustration, too often I don't act the way I know that a Christian
should be acting,. But, instead of the rebuke that I deserve, I often feel
like God is wrapping His arms around me and giving me the comfort I need at
time. That is not to say that I never get rebuked but, because of God's
amazing mercy, not as often as I feel I deserve. Even when I am reading the
Bible, I am constantly amazed at all the times that God doesn't give people
what their actions probably deserve.
I have written so many blogs that I have trouble remembering what I have
already written about. It does, though, seem to me to me that, previously, I
wrote on the love of God so I will just touch on the amazing love of God. I
admit that I don't even begin to understand the depths of His love but I do
know that I any so thankful for that amazing love that doesn't change
whenever my mood does.
Not too long ago, somebody said that that I was an amazing lady. My first
thought was that she wouldn't think that if she had ever seen me in one of
my meltdown moments! Seriously, there is nothing whatsoever amazing about
me. I am just an ordinary woman who just happens live under circumstances
that have been orchestrated by an amazing God. The fact that I am "hanging
in there" has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with me. It has everything
to do with an amazing God with His amazing grace and mercy.
Of course, we often use the word "amazing" in situations that seem to have
no connection with God. But is that really true? I like to watch nature
shows. I always find it amazing how the animals have just the instincts they
need to survive in their particular environment. Those instincts were put
there by their Creator, our amazing God. There are a lot of beautiful places
in nature. All created by an amazing God. Sometimes, one hears about an
amazing singer, athlete or whatever. Certainly they have had to take the
time and make the effort to develop their abilities but those abilities were
first put in them by God. I suspect that a lot of what we call amazing in
this world has its roots in God.
Anyhow, to me, the word "amazing" makes me think of God. Most things make me start thinking about God simply because He is such a big part of my life.
It seems like I have already written about everything that I can possibly
write about. I am not even sure when or how the word "amazing" can into my
mind but, when it did, I thought that it was something I could write about.
Especially with help from the Holy Spirit. First, though, I looked up the
meaning of "amazing". Not that I don't know but I just to see what
they said. The most common definition seems to "something that causes great
surprise, wonderment or astonishment".
Whenever I hear the word "amazing", I can't help thinking about God. Just
that there is really a God is, to me, totally amazing. Call it great
surprise. Call it wonderment. Call it astonishment. Call it anything you
want but on the day that I became a born-again Christian and really knew
that God was very real, I was totally flabbergasted. And, after 30+ years, I
still am. Quite often, even now, I catch myself "asking" God how He really
can be.
Amazing Grace. I love that old hymn. Even a lot of non-Christians know it.
But what they don't know is how very true it is . God's grace is amazing. I
know from experience that, if it wasn't for God's grace, there no way
I could keep on living the way I have been living year after year after
year. But, somehow, God gives me grace to endure whatever I have to endure.
I find it quite amazing that I am doing what I am doing. And all because of
God's amazing grace.
The mercy of God is just as amazing. I have heard mercy defined as not
getting what we deserve. I know that I depend on God's mercy a LOT. Because
of sheer frustration, too often I don't act the way I know that a Christian
should be acting,. But, instead of the rebuke that I deserve, I often feel
like God is wrapping His arms around me and giving me the comfort I need at
time. That is not to say that I never get rebuked but, because of God's
amazing mercy, not as often as I feel I deserve. Even when I am reading the
Bible, I am constantly amazed at all the times that God doesn't give people
what their actions probably deserve.
I have written so many blogs that I have trouble remembering what I have
already written about. It does, though, seem to me to me that, previously, I
wrote on the love of God so I will just touch on the amazing love of God. I
admit that I don't even begin to understand the depths of His love but I do
know that I any so thankful for that amazing love that doesn't change
whenever my mood does.
Not too long ago, somebody said that that I was an amazing lady. My first
thought was that she wouldn't think that if she had ever seen me in one of
my meltdown moments! Seriously, there is nothing whatsoever amazing about
me. I am just an ordinary woman who just happens live under circumstances
that have been orchestrated by an amazing God. The fact that I am "hanging
in there" has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with me. It has everything
to do with an amazing God with His amazing grace and mercy.
Of course, we often use the word "amazing" in situations that seem to have
no connection with God. But is that really true? I like to watch nature
shows. I always find it amazing how the animals have just the instincts they
need to survive in their particular environment. Those instincts were put
there by their Creator, our amazing God. There are a lot of beautiful places
in nature. All created by an amazing God. Sometimes, one hears about an
amazing singer, athlete or whatever. Certainly they have had to take the
time and make the effort to develop their abilities but those abilities were
first put in them by God. I suspect that a lot of what we call amazing in
this world has its roots in God.
Anyhow, to me, the word "amazing" makes me think of God. Most things make me start thinking about God simply because He is such a big part of my life.
Tuesday, 22 December 2015
Christmas
Christmas-One day, the thought came to me that, if I am going to write about
Christmas, I had better do soon as Christmas is quickly sneaking up on us.
But, like I told God, I had no idea what to write about Christmas. I felt to
keep it simple and just write about the good and bad things about Christmas
for me at the present time, in my present condition.
So let's start with the good things about Christmas for me. By far, the best
thing about Christmas is what it means. Because I have been a Christian for
many years, it is easy to slip into taking Jesus for granted. So it is good,
everytime Christmas rolls around, to be reminded of the the precious gift
that God gave the world in giving us Jesus and the reason for it.
Another thing I love about Christmas is the music. There are some really
nice Christmas songs out there, as well as some pretty silly ones, but my
favorites are still the old carols. Before the stroke, I used to
just pay attention to the first verse but now I like to listen to the words
of the entire carol. I find it very uplifting.
Another Christmas best for me is the food. Especially the baking. We don't
get goodies like that. No doubt, a good thing or I would be looking like a
beached whale by now! Still, though, at Christmas, I thoroughly enjoy
indulging in stuff like that!
Christmas decorations are another aspect that I enjoy. This year, I had
absolutely no interest in Christmas. However, mostly for my "adopted"
grandkids, I decided I should put up a few decorations in my room. Amazingly,
though, ever since those decorations went up, my mood has changed and I am
looking forward to Christmas. They also have Long-term Care decorated really
nicely. I don't usually get out just to look at Christmas lights but I love to see
them as I go to and from church.
Something else that I really like about Christmas is the sense of community
at this time of year. With all the technology now, it seems like people are
spending less and less time together. So it is nice that, at Christmas,
there are functions that bring people together. Although, because of my
physical condition, I can't always take part in many of these functions, it is still
nice to see other people spending more time together.
However, I would not be honest if I didn't mention that Christmas is also a lonely, depressing, tedious time for me. I suspect that, for a lot of people, Christmas is not all that joyful. Life in Long-term Care is always lonely for everybody. But Christmas feels even lonelier. True, some people get visitors, a few even get to go out, but, for others, it is is just another day. I have been fortunate in that I have always had somebody to spend enough time with me to at least open gifts. Before my kids left home, they would spend every Christmas afternoon with me, opening gifts and visiting. Since then, there always was somebody. Except for one year. That year, I was so lonely. It has brought me to the conclusion that nobody should ever have to be alone. Last year was my best Christmas in years. I spent Christmas morning with my "adopted" family which made it feel much more Christmas.
Depression is something I often battle but, at Christmas, it is even more of a battle. This year, though, I have one thing that is helping. One of this nurses gave me a stocking that says, "Jesus is the reason for the season". When I am lying in bed and start feeling sorry for myself, I look at it and it puts things back in perspective for me.
Christmas, at least most times, is tedious for me. Because any visitors I get, don't come until afternoon or evening, Christmas morning is just like any other morning. I do enjoy my mornings. It is just that on Christmas it feels like I should be doing something else.
The very worst time for me, though, is the week between Christmas and New Year. All the pre-Christmas hustle and bustle is over and things settle back into my mundane routine. I don't get out much or get many visitors.
So, you see, Christmas is, for me, like the rest of my life. A combination of good and bad.
Christmas, I had better do soon as Christmas is quickly sneaking up on us.
But, like I told God, I had no idea what to write about Christmas. I felt to
keep it simple and just write about the good and bad things about Christmas
for me at the present time, in my present condition.
So let's start with the good things about Christmas for me. By far, the best
thing about Christmas is what it means. Because I have been a Christian for
many years, it is easy to slip into taking Jesus for granted. So it is good,
everytime Christmas rolls around, to be reminded of the the precious gift
that God gave the world in giving us Jesus and the reason for it.
Another thing I love about Christmas is the music. There are some really
nice Christmas songs out there, as well as some pretty silly ones, but my
favorites are still the old carols. Before the stroke, I used to
just pay attention to the first verse but now I like to listen to the words
of the entire carol. I find it very uplifting.
Another Christmas best for me is the food. Especially the baking. We don't
get goodies like that. No doubt, a good thing or I would be looking like a
beached whale by now! Still, though, at Christmas, I thoroughly enjoy
indulging in stuff like that!
Christmas decorations are another aspect that I enjoy. This year, I had
absolutely no interest in Christmas. However, mostly for my "adopted"
grandkids, I decided I should put up a few decorations in my room. Amazingly,
though, ever since those decorations went up, my mood has changed and I am
looking forward to Christmas. They also have Long-term Care decorated really
nicely. I don't usually get out just to look at Christmas lights but I love to see
them as I go to and from church.
Something else that I really like about Christmas is the sense of community
at this time of year. With all the technology now, it seems like people are
spending less and less time together. So it is nice that, at Christmas,
there are functions that bring people together. Although, because of my
physical condition, I can't always take part in many of these functions, it is still
nice to see other people spending more time together.
However, I would not be honest if I didn't mention that Christmas is also a lonely, depressing, tedious time for me. I suspect that, for a lot of people, Christmas is not all that joyful. Life in Long-term Care is always lonely for everybody. But Christmas feels even lonelier. True, some people get visitors, a few even get to go out, but, for others, it is is just another day. I have been fortunate in that I have always had somebody to spend enough time with me to at least open gifts. Before my kids left home, they would spend every Christmas afternoon with me, opening gifts and visiting. Since then, there always was somebody. Except for one year. That year, I was so lonely. It has brought me to the conclusion that nobody should ever have to be alone. Last year was my best Christmas in years. I spent Christmas morning with my "adopted" family which made it feel much more Christmas.
Depression is something I often battle but, at Christmas, it is even more of a battle. This year, though, I have one thing that is helping. One of this nurses gave me a stocking that says, "Jesus is the reason for the season". When I am lying in bed and start feeling sorry for myself, I look at it and it puts things back in perspective for me.
Christmas, at least most times, is tedious for me. Because any visitors I get, don't come until afternoon or evening, Christmas morning is just like any other morning. I do enjoy my mornings. It is just that on Christmas it feels like I should be doing something else.
The very worst time for me, though, is the week between Christmas and New Year. All the pre-Christmas hustle and bustle is over and things settle back into my mundane routine. I don't get out much or get many visitors.
So, you see, Christmas is, for me, like the rest of my life. A combination of good and bad.
Tuesday, 15 December 2015
How I Write My Blogs
How I Write My Blogs-This blog is the process of another sleepless night. I
asked the Lord if He could give me a topic for my next blog. I couldn't
sleep anyway so I figured I may as well be thinking about something positive
rather then spending the long hours fretting about not being able to sleep.
Immediately, I felt to write about how I write my blogs. I know I have
written before about my blogs but, if I remember correctly, that was about
why I write these blogs. This time, I want to focus more on the process that
I go though.
The first step in the process is getting a topic to write about from the
Holy Spirit. I always post the blogs on Tuesday. Then , for the next few
days, it is a matter of waiting for the Holy Spirit to reveal the next topic
to me. I like it best when the topic comes quickly and I know, beyond the
shadow of a doubt that it came from the Holy Spirit. Unfortunately, that is
not always the case. Sometimes, I don't get an idea until the last
minute and I am not 100% sure that it from God. But I write it anyway. I
would rather write about something that wasn't from God than to risk being
disobedient to God by not writing about it.
Once that I have settled on a topic, I like to mull over what I might say
about the topic. In my head, I make sort of an outline. At least, I think up
several points that I would like to write about. But I don't, or try not,
think of specific words that I want to use. For two reasons. First of all,
by this time, I have learned that, when I start writing, the words that come
out probably won't be the same as I have thought up and, secondly, I don't
want to share with you my own, personal opinions and insights. No doubt,
they sneak in from time to time but, on the whole, I would rather let the
Holy Spirit speak to you through my writing.
Then comes the actual writing. Because it takes me so long to write anything, I like to start writing it on Saturday morning and finish it on Tuesday morning. A lot of times, but not always, before breakfast. It helps to make my Saturday mornings go by much more quickly and means less to write on Tuesday. I always have a general idea what I am going but the specific words come as I start writing. Not very often do I have to stop to think about what I am going to say next. Sometimes what comes out is new to me too. Other times, it may be a bit of a rebuke for me. Or maybe it is something that I know but have never put into words. Whatever the case, the next step in the process is also my least favorite. Proofreading. It takes so flipping long to move my cursor around to correct errors. Plus, by the time I finish the blog, I am tired and the last thing I want to do is proofread. But I do anyway, though I probably miss some mistakes.
After the proofreading comes the posting. I confess that I have been too lazy to learn how to post it so I just e-mail to a friend and she posts it for me. Once it is posted, I look forward to reading any comments about the blog. Positive feedback always encourages me to continue on with the blogs.
So that is the process I go though to write a blog. I do need spend some time thinking, in general, what I want to write about or the blog would just be a bunch of random thoughts with no cohesion. But I enjoy thinking about my blogs as it takes my mind off more negative things. The actual writing is always interesting as I am never 100% sure what I will say.
asked the Lord if He could give me a topic for my next blog. I couldn't
sleep anyway so I figured I may as well be thinking about something positive
rather then spending the long hours fretting about not being able to sleep.
Immediately, I felt to write about how I write my blogs. I know I have
written before about my blogs but, if I remember correctly, that was about
why I write these blogs. This time, I want to focus more on the process that
I go though.
The first step in the process is getting a topic to write about from the
Holy Spirit. I always post the blogs on Tuesday. Then , for the next few
days, it is a matter of waiting for the Holy Spirit to reveal the next topic
to me. I like it best when the topic comes quickly and I know, beyond the
shadow of a doubt that it came from the Holy Spirit. Unfortunately, that is
not always the case. Sometimes, I don't get an idea until the last
minute and I am not 100% sure that it from God. But I write it anyway. I
would rather write about something that wasn't from God than to risk being
disobedient to God by not writing about it.
Once that I have settled on a topic, I like to mull over what I might say
about the topic. In my head, I make sort of an outline. At least, I think up
several points that I would like to write about. But I don't, or try not,
think of specific words that I want to use. For two reasons. First of all,
by this time, I have learned that, when I start writing, the words that come
out probably won't be the same as I have thought up and, secondly, I don't
want to share with you my own, personal opinions and insights. No doubt,
they sneak in from time to time but, on the whole, I would rather let the
Holy Spirit speak to you through my writing.
Then comes the actual writing. Because it takes me so long to write anything, I like to start writing it on Saturday morning and finish it on Tuesday morning. A lot of times, but not always, before breakfast. It helps to make my Saturday mornings go by much more quickly and means less to write on Tuesday. I always have a general idea what I am going but the specific words come as I start writing. Not very often do I have to stop to think about what I am going to say next. Sometimes what comes out is new to me too. Other times, it may be a bit of a rebuke for me. Or maybe it is something that I know but have never put into words. Whatever the case, the next step in the process is also my least favorite. Proofreading. It takes so flipping long to move my cursor around to correct errors. Plus, by the time I finish the blog, I am tired and the last thing I want to do is proofread. But I do anyway, though I probably miss some mistakes.
After the proofreading comes the posting. I confess that I have been too lazy to learn how to post it so I just e-mail to a friend and she posts it for me. Once it is posted, I look forward to reading any comments about the blog. Positive feedback always encourages me to continue on with the blogs.
So that is the process I go though to write a blog. I do need spend some time thinking, in general, what I want to write about or the blog would just be a bunch of random thoughts with no cohesion. But I enjoy thinking about my blogs as it takes my mind off more negative things. The actual writing is always interesting as I am never 100% sure what I will say.
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