“When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m better. ”
All work with a little play…a grandmother’s work is never done…
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
1 Corinthians 13:7
“It comes the very moment you wake up each morning.
All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals.
And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back;
in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view,
letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.
And so on, all day.
Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings;
coming in out of the wind.”
50 years is a long time to wait for that final day when you don’t have to unlock shop and carry
on the business of life in retail.
There will soon be, on this mile marker along life’s journey, more to this story
but there is still a good bit of moving, settling and simply exhaling after such a
very long haul.
We’re turning a page…for good or bad…
One very long and tiring chapter is now complete as we look forward to
the next chapter…
and that chapter’s name is Autumn…
“There may be a great fire in our soul,
yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it,
and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”
― Vincent van Gogh
A hundred moons ago, my cousin and I…
a cousin who was more brother than cousin,
…well we’d spend the better part of our latter teens and early 20’s perched at a British Pub
in Atlanta listening to such classics as Waltzing Matilda and Over There…
Despite this being the late 70’s and the early 80’s, one would think it was actually the early
part of the 20th century during a First World War.
Of course, that was on the weekends when the lovely older woman would come in to play
the piano, while we’d all gather around said piano, singing such classic songs of days gone by…
songs such as those sung while our boys were indeed still “over there”…
in a different lifetime, far removed from our own but one we still knew.
Yet on other nights, the bar would play the songs of such groups as the Platters…
my cousin’s favorite group.
My cousin was killed in a car wreck in 1980…
he was 23 and I was 21…
There were a handful of tapes found in his car at the time of his accident,
I kept two of the tapes–one being the Platter’s tape.
‘Smoke gets in your eyes.’
Oddly this wee granddaughter of mine seems to love riding in the car while listening to
such golden oldies…
“Joy belongs to those who understand that
earth is but a rehearsal
for heaven. Nothing in life is wasted
that remembers this.”
Few things are more indicative of life in the South than the large white billowy blooms
of the Magnolia.
Well, maybe a few other things such as mosquitoes, heat, and humidity might also come to mind…
but if the truth be told, the Magnolia is by far, the best of the bunch.
The large majestic blooms are hailed as the state flower for both Louisiana and Mississippi.
These are not dainty, delicate nor demure flowers by any means…
words which are often associated and used to describe life here down South…
Rather these beauties are large, tenacious, enduring and oh so sweetly fragrant.
Words I prefer to use when I think of those native Southerners.
Words such as tenacious…think fire ant.
I’ve spent the better part of the week up in Atlanta babysitting and I am happy to report
that Mother’s magnolia tree is in full bloom.
While the grass was still damp with the morning dew and the air thick and heavy with the
lingering damp humidity from the day’s prior thundershowers,
I walked out into the backyard while holding my tiny yet curious granddaughter.
I know that this little girl will never meet nor ever know either of my parents…
yet their presence permeates her small world like the lingering smoke circling the
air from a smoldering brick hearth.
I was greeted this misty morning with a deep sense of satisfaction and great comfort
being able to point out to this wee one of mine those long lasting and enduring
breadcrumbs that had been originally and randomly scattered long ago by my own mom…
Breadcrumbs that were, at the time unbeknownst to Mother, being left as trail markers…
And after all these many years, these inconspicuous directional markers remain to this day,
firmly in place.
Be it the tiny tea rose bush Mother never knew would live let alone thrive now decades later…
to a stand of currently runaway and run amuck monkey grass…
to this now stately and massive magnolia tree…
A tree I vividly remember planting with my mom and my grandmother when I was
just a little girl.
A tree whose blooms will, for this new generation, act as a polestar as to how to
recall finding one’s way back to “home.”
And whereas we all have that place we hold in our mind’s eye as to what constitutes the notion
of home, be it a fond treasured memory or rather a memory preferred to be long forgotten,
we each have that place.
Yet what many of us never truly realize is that that place of which we all oddly
so long for despite often already thinking we are there, is not to be found here
among the trees or buildings, fields or roads…
Home, that most sacred place we often seem to ache for despite often being physically
in the place, we think we call home, is not to be found here on this earth…
And so as we are left to navigate our way to this place where we will know
without doubt that we are indeed truly Home, we remain continually seeking those
often overlooked breadcrumbs left to us by the One who has come, gone and will come again…
breadcrumbs of hope and salvation, of which will rightfully lead us to that place
where we finally can claim that we are Home.
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed,
we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
Meanwhile, we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling,
because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked.
For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened,
because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our
heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.
Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God,
who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.
Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home
in the body we are away from the Lord.For we live by faith, not by sight.
We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home
with the Lord. So we make it our goal to please him,
whether we are at home in the body or away from it.
For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ,
so that each of us may receive what is due us for the things done while in the body,
whether good or bad.
2 Corinthians 5:1-10
Do you know that Chili’s food chain commercial??
The one with the singing jingle about baby back ribs?
A singing voice keeps repeating
“I want my baby back, baby back, baby back…I want my baby back….ribs…”
It’s the kind of commercial that does what it’s supposed to do, it sticks in your head…
whether you like ribs or not.
Of which I do by the way but I’ve never eaten at a Chili’s…
but I digress.
So recently, on more than one occasion, I am finding myself randomly singing that little
jingle in my head…over and over.
Sometimes I’m actually singing it out loud, as in a sense of desperation.
And no, it’s not because I actually want a plate of baby back ribs…
I simply want my baby back!
And so she will indeed be coming back today!!!
Mom and Dad have an out of town wedding and it falls upon me to be the babysitter…
so too bad for me…wink wink 🙂
Maybe I need to fire up the grill and barbeque some ribs in order to celebrate…
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing,
so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
Maybe that’s the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.
for both happy and sad, today (yesterday in case you’re reading this today) has finally come.
The day for packing up and having to move from a temporary home back
to a real home has arrived…
This is the part of life’s story when being the adult, the grown-up, the parent,
the grandparent is one of the more difficult roles to play.
Life dictates that I’m supposed to be the one who knows what is best and
simply keep that stiff upper lip.
And so, reluctantly, I do.
We packed up and journeyed homeward.
A wreck, coupled by construction, on 285 had us sitting in traffic for over an hour.
Do you know what a screaming baby sounds like in a car stuck in the middle of
an interstate impasse?
A baby who is happy only as long as the car is moving??
I wanted to roll down the windows for all the truckers and cars alike—telling them this
is what I’m currently listening to so could everyone just please drive
like they’re supposed to!!!
Yet when we finally reached “home”, what a splendid greeting…
Mom’s little lone tea rose bush was in full bloom.
Blooms of anticipation for a great-granddaughter mom never meet here on earth but
who I know she has met long before I had even met my little one.
This wee one has finally come home…a home that was once mom’s home…
a home that was also once my own home.
What a most fitting welcome…
And so whereas I will miss these day to day moments of growth and change…
I know there’s just nothing like one’s own bed and one’s own space…
each providing a welcomed sense of peace
Sweet dreams my precious little wee one…
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
Regardless of the outcome,
God can bring about eternal good from every trial.
In a hundred years, the eternal good that comes from our trial will be the
only thing that matters.
I have to confess that I am about to have a broken heart.
Not a literal broken heart mind you but rather more figuratively…
yet broken none the less.
For as much as I know that God’s word has always taught me that I am not to worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will take care of itself…I can’t help but think about tomorrow…or truthfully
it’s the day after tomorrow I’m thinking about.
Those of you who know me know that my daughter-n-law and new young granddaughter came to stay
with us almost two months ago when our daughter-n-law had to go back to finish out the school year following her maternity leave.
Someone had to care for the baby…
My hand went up.
Since they actually live in Atlanta, while the school where our daughter-n-law teaches
is in our area which is a good hour or so away from their home—with a new baby,
commuting was out of the question.
And as our course of prayer has been that she can find a school and school system closer to their
world rather than our world–we learned late yesterday afternoon that that prayer has
actually been fulfilled.
She has been offered a wonderful position at a private Catholic school in Atlanta.
Our son has finally gotten a good job with a large Atlanta based company so moving, again,
was simply not an option….nor was living life in two different places.
So for these nearly two months, I’ve been chief cook and bottle washer…literally.
Throw in diaper changer, entertainer, errand runner and grandmother…the list goes on.
And whereas my body reminds me daily why God intended younger folks to have babies versus us
older folks, I have been dutiful to my labor of love.
Starting late last week, as the thoughts of their departure came looming to the forefront of
my senses and as I’d feel the hot tears bubbling upwards, I’d push it all back down..trying
not to think about it while just living in the moment of now.
And that’s the thing, I’ve never been good about living in the moment
as I’ve always been one to fret about tomorrow.
I know in my head what is the best and the right thing…and that is for mom, dad, and baby
to be all together, as they should be under one roof, as this has been a difficult time for my son.
He misses them terribly.
And with a baby…missing those little day to day changes and milestones is to any new parent,
They have been together on weekends, as time has afforded…but the weeks have been long for
all of them…especially Alice, their black lab.
And so yes, I will be sad.
Very very sad.
All of which I will address later… because today, I don’t want to talk about it…
because, tears remember, are bubbling upward all the while as I’m being mindful that enjoying
the moment is the true importance rather than dreading the future.
So it was with this all in mind and on heart that I happened upon a most timely post
from my friend Tricia over on Truth Through Empowerment
Tricia was actually sharing the post from another blogger.
A post from a fellow named Bill Sweeney over on Unshakable Hope.
Bill has ALS…a disease that he has lived with now since 1996.
Of which is pretty amazing if you know anything about ALS.
To most folks diagnosed with such, it is an immediate sort of torturous death sentence.
At the time of diagnosis, Bill was given only 2 to 5 years to live.
Bill lost all movement and speech shortly following his diagnosis but he has pressed
Bill is also an ardent Christian.
Bill could have chosen to rile at an unseen God in rage…living his remaining life in
constant anger and resentment…
rather Bill has chosen to live this life he has been given by looking through the lens
of a great and powerful God.
It was something Bill wrote yesterday in his post “Unshakable Hope” that really hit a chord
“Regardless of the outcome,
God can bring about eternal good from every trial.
In a hundred years, the eternal good that comes from our trial will be the
only thing that matters.”
The eternal Good…
And so obviously, I get that my broken heart pales in comparison to the struggles Bill
and others face on a daily basis while living with debilitating illnesses or uncurable
disease—not to mention the trials faced by the loved ones and caregivers who work to support,
love and provide for those with such overwhelming circumstances.
Yet that’s the thing…
we all have our trials…be they physical, emotional, mental, spiritual…
and those trials will ebb and flow throughout our lives…
And during the course of a life, those trials will vary in intensity and severity.
But the key will always be found in our ability to look at said trials as events
far greater than ourselves.
We, humans, tend to be narrow in our scope of vision…
with that vision being through the lens of self.
Selfish, egotistically, self-indulgent, self-wallowing, self-pity…the me-first mentality that
life and the world pretty much evolves around us and us alone.
Much how my 3-month-old granddaughter thinks and feels…it’s all about needs, wants and comfort…
but at 58, such thoughts are not as cute, attractive nor inviting but are rather toxic.
So it’s always good to be reminded that life is bigger than ourselves.
It’s also good to be reminded that God is so much bigger than we are…
and that life is an extension of His greatness.
And that the eternal good from the trials we currently experience will bear
needed fruit long after we are gone…and that’s what truly matters…
No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.
God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability,
but with the temptation, he will also provide the way of escape, that you may
be able to endure it.
1 Corinthians 10:13
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