“LIKE IN FOREST, WITH TWO R’S”

I am fortunate to have had a dad that through his ups and downs, he chose to stake his hope in the true vine, Jesus Christ as his life line. I took this picture at my nephew’s wedding last year. My niece took it upon herself to add the angel bit. While I think scriptures says we’re a little lower than angels, I like the entertaining thought that he now has wings. Love you dad. Miss you much.

ARBITRIUM

10246479_1106132872733064_6896965220988190399_nHe was closer than a Brother, and I have some great Brothers, believe you me. I am dedicating this post in an effort demonstrate the desire and motivation to seek God’s will for ones life, first. Forrest knew that the Father was in hot pursuit, early on in his life, and turned his life over to Jesus Christ for his Salvation and Lordship, and lived that way, into his 91st year.

I will admit I am grieving along with his family and friends. Two R’s as I have been known to call my Brother in Christ Forrest, rather frequently, has left a void in many lives, after his departure to Glory Land, including mine.

As I sit in my easy chair pondering how Two R’s has impacted my journey over the last, almost 10 years, I begin to visualize Two R’s appearance,  the Love shared when he spoke with the…

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Prayer for Patty –

care

 

When your soul screams loudly

through the night

~

all seems dark

your pain needs light.

I trust the one

assigned your care

will hear your cry

not just walk by

~won’t say simply “Come again”

or

“It’s just him” and not go in.

~

Rather touch your brow

with some concern

review your chart

your need to learn ~~

This kind of care

the human touch

right from the heart

means oh so much!

A loved ones call

at Christmastime

couldn’t get through

to know he’s fine ~

Like a baby’s sigh

of deep relief

that soothes the soul ~

no matter if

you’re young or old.

Ignoring ’cause

they’re “older folk”

just might have been

what caused the stroke ~

Again, I pray

when comes your time

that you’re not treated

like you did mine.

~~RIP daddy. Miss you much.

>Cheers to 91+ years<

 

Coming up for air…

Picture courtesy of Kerry Pimblott

Thank you to Chape Personal Trainer for the kick-in-the-pants to post as it’s been quite awhile. I am responding in the moment.

1. What matters most to you? Cancer no longer being a household word and a good night’s sleep.

2. How much do you enjoy what you do for a living?  100%

3. What would be the hardest thing (physical) for you to give up? My loved ones.

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Infinity Dreams Award II

Thank you for linking my blog to your page. I am honored. I’ve also been offline. I appreciate the challenge and I’ll do my best to get this post going, one step at a time: first to answer your questions, shooting from the hip with initial response. haha

Chape Personal Trainer

My friend Ndumiso at Music Smells Like Noise has been nominated me for this wonderful award. My second!! Thank you, I like awards more than chocolate! If you like good music or you are looking for inspiration, you will love his blog.

Infinity Dreams Award

The Award Rules:

  1. Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
  2. Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
  3. Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
  4. Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.

11 Facts About Myself

1. I love her voice:

2. I love basketball.
3. Right handed.
4. I love walking barefoot.
5. I love gardening.
6. I enjoy reading, writing and speaking English.
7. Halasana is my fav pose. I don´t know why. Not the best pose for selfies.
8. I have never touched an Apple.
9. I like tattoos.
10. I have pets.
11. I´m pleased to meet you 🙂

Questions for me

Do…

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Tear Catcher

valley

How many more miles…left in this Valley of Baca?  No horizon in sight, blurry eyes. Manufactured tears? I think not. They flow like no tomorrow.

 

Oh turn back oh time, turn back! Linger a little longer and taste the memory of care!!

The salt cleanses and purifies; yet sorrow knocks gently echoing the pounding of my heart.

Comfort approaches awakens awareness of His presence, not wiping away, but rather catching and containing each of the preciousness drops as liquid gold plops into that crystal vase of mine only mine, handmade by the lifter of my head and the healer of my heart, my creator who knew of today, and prepared to meet me here, there, wherever where.

Tears welcome here.

It’s okay to cry here.

Still here.

Still.

Be.

Tiptoe tears. Tiptoe.

Hold me.

Still.

As promised.

Again.

Look …there are pools!