Wednesday, April 13, 2005

A Friends Love

You are a gift sent from heaven
A special gift of love
Your arms are a haven
Your love so strong.
Your hands gently comfort
As they reach out to all
Your faith is a blessing
And your prayers are from God.
Bless you for giving
Of your time, and your love
Of your energy, care and your self!
You show God's grace in all you do & say
So thank you for sharing
God's precious gift of friendship
But most of all His Love.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

H E L P ~ I NEED YOUR PRAYER

How are you? This seems to be a common question amongst people, or a way to communicate when you meet someone, but do people really want to hear how you are, or do they only want a simple answer of acknowledgement. It is easier to just say I'm fine, how are you, or I'm doing ok what's up with you? What happens when you break that pattern and tell someone how you really are, or what a miserable day you're having? Are they interested? Do they really want to listen & try to understand? Do they really care????? That's something I've often wondered and found people got flustered with when I exclaimed that I wasnt' doing ok or I was struggling. The last time somone asked I was having a really bad day. So do I lie and put on my happy face and pretend that life is a bed of roses? Well the last time I was asked how I was doing I responded with "I'm surviving". The lady looked up at me and said -"you know there are a lot of days I feel the same way, and wish I could just say the same". She did understand and had some compassion and we both smiled back at one another and she went back to her routine questions as I went on with my day and all it's problems.
Ok I know that despite the trials & things I face Jesus is there for me. He is there to hear my prayers, and the cry of my heart and he will hold me up no matter how I respond or what I say.

I'm just wondering how others cope when life's many struggles seem to overtake them and consume their lives. When you are struggling are you able to reach out to someone and ask for help, or ask for prayer or are you afraid to bother people with your problems? Do we need to expose our deepest thoughts & secrets or how we're feeling and explain why we need help? No, not unless the person is truly interested in it and it's something we feel in our hearts we need to share. Jesus promises to be there for us no matter what. It doesnt' matter what the time of day or night is. He will hear our pleas, and our cry for help. He loves us no matter what. We just need to reach out to Him. Sometimes I struggle and have a hard time asking for His help or praying so I need to be able to ask others to pray for me, and just trust in Him to provide.

Right now is not a good time to ask me how I'm doing. I need to reach out and ask for help. Please uphold me in prayer and just ask God to give me guidance & strength to get thro' a difficult time.
I really need your prayer support right now, so I'm using this blog as a cry for help.
God Bless You.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Frustration

Despite many blessings, good friends, and some really great things in my life, life still sucks, and is a constant struggle. Why...how come? I've reached the point of having had more than enough. More than enough what....of struggling with things so constantly and so frustrating & difficult. Whatever, despite it all, life still goes on!

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Did I sleep thro' the seasons?

Oh no! It’s finally happened. My body needed to catch up on the sleep that I so often miss. I went to sleep after enjoying a week of spring like weather, and well... I think I slept thro’ all three season’s.

It’s snowing outside, and it’s coming down with a vengence. Big, white, heavy wet snowflakes are falling all around, and the wind is blowing it all over. Everything is white & covered as this winter storm surrounds us.

I missed the rest of spring, and all of summer & fall. I missed the beauty of spring and it’s new growths. Buds sprouting from the ground, grass turning green, buds forming on the trees and new leaves taking form. A cascade of colours beginning, and taking form as the snow melts away, and the ground begins to soften under the warmth of the sun. Birds returning from their winter homes, and scattering all about in song as they find their mates, build nests, and lay eggs. Gentle rains, and days that are warm. In the maple bush tis the season for making maple syrup. (gee, I think today was supposed to be the Maple Syrup Festival). New life begins, and people venture back out into their yards & streets finding jobs to keep them busy after their winter confinement. Summer days filled with the sound of children’s laughter as school ends and holiday time approaches. The cascade of colour that began in the spring, gently explodes all around in the gardens & trees. Playgrounds & parks come alive, swimming pools overflow, summer sports abound, and people are out enjoying the long summer days & evenings. Family vacations, picnics, and time to just sit under a tree listening to the sound of nature while there is a gentle breeze blowing thro’ the trees, rustling the leaves, mixed with the songs of the birds on their branches. Of course there are those hot, humid days where it’s just to hot to be out there, where I’ve curled up in the shade with a good book. Then there’s fall with it’s crisp, cool days, the end of gardens, fresh new crops from the apple trees. . Leaves changing colours of brilliant red, orange & yellow’s, then gently falling to the ground to form a covering over everything. . Flocks of ducks & geese fly overhead in their v-formation as they head for their winter shelters. Open fields filled only with big orange pumpkins indicate a season of thanksgiving harvests, and the end of yet another season. Jack Frost leaves a shimmering spectacle of designs on windows. People seem to disappear and a peaceful quiet falls upon everything.
As a child, I used to think how wonderful it was to see that first snow fall arrive. It was so much fun to dress up and race outside to a playground of pure white; to cast myself upon the ground and spread my arms & legs and make my first snow angel of the season; then to roll that cold, wet snow into a new creation and wonder complete with stone eyes, a carrot nose, and a candy smile-sticks in place of arms and some little stones to make the buttons for the shirt. If we were lucky to find an old hat or scarf, the snowman took on character. There are times when I look out upon the world of glistening white around me and still see an amazing world of beauty & creation. Then reality sets in. Get out the boots, & coats, the mitts & hats, and bundle up. The snow has to be shoveled, the car cleaned off, and I have to drive in that stuff. The weather has no set schedule even tho’ I do.
Today, the snow has continued to fall all day. Large, thick white flakes, wet ones, little ones, with the wind gusting and blowing things around. It’s a thick, wet packing snow, filled with the promise of snowmen & ski days. The roads were slippery, and approaching treacherous when I was out earlier. The sky is grey & overcast with only the promise of more snow to come as it plummets to the ground, and makes driving difficult.
It started falling early this morning and as dark falls upon us, it’s still coming down.
I thought this was the night when the time changed…from winter to spring. Isn't it supposed to spring forward? Am I wrong? Did I really sleep thro’ all those season’s ? Am I dreaming…or perhaps even worse having a nightmare? Has winter returned?

What happened to spring?