Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

February Reflections

 

Etsy


 I realize this is a long post. I apologize for that. I tried to edit it down. Please forgive me. I will try to do better about this.



Snowy and Cold

 

Winter got here this past month. Phil predicted six more weeks of winter, no big surprise to me. Before we had snow, we had cold temperatures. When the snow came, we still had cold temperatures.  We had three visits of winter to our area The last time, we had ice and freezing rain before the snow.

 

Physical Therapy

 

Per my Radiation Doctor, I started physical therapy for lymphedema, a side effect from the lumpectomy. I saw the therapists three times a week from the middle of January for  six weeks.

After one session and a day of home exercises, I felt better that I have in quite a while. Good sleep and the absence of pain were causes of the change. However, the morning after session two, I felt a lot of pain. I finally figured it out. I needed to wear my fleece jacket over my sweater etc. Once I did that, my arm stopped hurting.

 

I received a compression garment that extends from my wrist almost to my shoulder. It felt like a cast on my arm. I wore it 23 hours a day until my compression sleeve arrived.

 

 My “New Normal”

 

I received my compression sleeve and glove. I also got some news I wasn’t expecting. I will have to wear this sleeve and glove until Jesus calls me home. At night, I wear the compression garment and hand piece, also until Jesus calls me home.

 

I texted those in my local prayer group and told them the surprising news. My best friend texted back that this sounded like my ‘new normal’, hence the heading of this section.

 

An Invitation to a Poetry Group

 

I am a member of a Christian writers’ forum. The site recently went to another server. The result is a crisper page and reformatting the appearance of the pages.

 

When I logged on the second time after the redo, I had an invitation to a poetry group awaiting me (for those who write read or enjoy poetry.) I used to write poetry and am considering writing some again. It may help me to get out of my “writers block”.

 

 Some Pleasant Surprises

 

On the day before Valentines Day, it was my turn to give the Children’s Moments message.

I chose to have a Valentine message, bringing out the love of God. I used the blog entry of February 14th and edited it for children. The Children’s Director thought it was good. After Church, I had two women tell me it was great.

 

Our Sunday school class leader was back with us that day. She gave me a gift, a book entitled “graceland” by Ruth Chou Simons. It is a devotional book with added scripture readings and the author’s artwork. As I looked through it, the artwork echoed the scriptures. This book is interactive. At the beginning, to get the most out of it, the author suggests certain auxiliary items to enhance the experience.  The book is divided into four sections, one for each season. I have added this book to my pile to read.

 

 Valentine’s Day Mission

 

Last year, our church presented our neighboring nursing home with Valentines etc. for 90 residents. This year, our pastor announced that the church has been asked about doing it again. The congregation brought in enough items for 103 residents.

 







A Different Type of Writing

 

During my physical therapy evaluation, the therapist explained something to me about the cost of an essential item used in the treatment of lymphedema not being covered by Medicare. She has been to Washington D.C. and talked with senators about the importance of having this item covered by Medicare. There are people, women, and men, who would benefit from this bill being enacted into legislation. I felt the need to do something to try to help. I wrote three letters, one to each of our senators and one to our representative about the importance of this act to those who are affected by this condition. This neglected act is named, Lymphedema Treatment Act.

 

There is a website for this bill. One page lists activities people can do to help garner attention of the government about this need. One item was that each person with this condition write their story about lymphedema. My physical therapist encouraged me to do it. I did just that.

 

Substitute Teaching Sunday School

 

Due to illness in my Sunday school leader’s family, they had their family Christmas celebration on January 2. I knew ahead of time. We were between study books. I chose to be daring and teach a lesson based on one of my blog entries, (NEW).

 

 

Friday, August 20, 2021

Life is a Gift

 

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Your eyes saw my unformed body.

    all the days ordained for me were written in your book

    before one of them came to be.

 

As we go through our lives, we learn how precious life is. We don’t realize it when we are growing up. It is only as adults who know the LORD that we learn this.

Inside the gift of life, we are given a certain number of days. Each of those days is also a gift. We must thank God for each day He gives us.  We should do this for even the trying days that life brings.

I personally know of four families who have lost loved ones in the past two weeks. All four families have a connection to our church. Our pastor had two of the funerals on the same day.  The other families’ loved ones had their own church and pastors.

I remember a saying I heard many years ago. “Our lives are God’s gift to us. What we do with our lives is our gift to Him.” I found this graphic that says it best. 

Personally, I wonder how many days I have wasted. Now, when I thank Him for the day, I ask Him to not let me waste it. But even then, I believe I fail to do His will on some days.   

 

I once heard the line: “Only what’s done for Christ will last. “ I discovered it is a poem by C.T. Studd. Here is the whole poem.


 Only One Life By: C.T. Studd

 

Two little lines I heard one day,

Traveling along life’s busy way;

 

Bringing conviction to my heart,

And from my mind would not depart;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

 

 

Only one life, yes only one,

Soon will its fleeting hours be done;

Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,

And stand before His Judgement seat;

Only one life,’ twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

 

 

Only one life, the still small voice,

Gently pleads for a better choice

Bidding me selfish aims to leave,

And to God’s holy will to cleave;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

 

 

Only one life, a few brief years,

Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;

Each with its clays I must fulfill,

living for self or in His will;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

When this bright world would tempt me sore,

When Satan would a victory score;

When self would seek to have its way,

Then help me Lord with joy to say;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

Give me Father, a purpose deep,

In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep;

Faithful and true what e’er the strife,

Pleasing Thee in my daily life;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

 

Oh let my love with fervor burn,

And from the world now let me turn;

Living for Thee, and Thee alone,

Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

 

Only one life, yes only one,

Now let me say, “Thy will be done”;

And when at last I’ll hear the call,

I know I’ll say “t’was worth it all”;

Only one life, ‘twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 


Friday, June 22, 2012

Lord, I Give You My Best RJD #13




I found some more old journals in my bookcase. This entry, taken from mid May 1999, reflects my desire and my frustration. I had been asked to work on a large project for the General Conference of the denomination I belonged to at that time. The project was to coordinate the daycare. It involved planning the daily activities, making decorations, and staffing. The planning involved deciding on and purchasing snacks, as well as finding kids songs, activities (rhythm band, play-dough, dress up, videos, puppets and stage.) I also had to purchase drawing/painting supplies. A dear friend had worked in daycare; she found me some men’s shirts and donated them. She also donated the play dough and the cookie cutters. She looked over my plans when I needed help.
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I took a liberty with the poem; I edited it to make it more in line with form and ‘meter’.
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(5/14/1999)

“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”
1 Corinthians 10:31 (NIV)

“And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in he name of the Lord Jesus. Giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Colossians 3:17 (NIV)

“If any one speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God. If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Peter 4:11 (NIV)

Lord, Your word tells us to give
Each task our very best.
The apostles tell us this so that
Each day it’s for you we live.

You taught us to give each day
To You and to Your care.
When we obey this dear lesson,
We know You are there all the way. 

Father, You ask us to show
Your love, to others-not easy.
But You make a way for us
And guide us through from above.

Lord, I want to do my very best
As I work each day for you.
I do it because I love You.
You love me, I am blest.

Jesus, I need Your great strength.
Help me to stay obedient.
Guide me as I walk our path,
Please, dear Lord, help me through.

Lord, you go before me this day.
Thank You for being with me.
Guiding, encouraging, any yes,
Leading me along the way.

Helper, please take each care of mine
About these plans about my life.
Mould them to Your liking,
Because these plans are thine.

Savior, when I go to my final rest
When You call me home.
I want to be able to say,
“Lord, I gave You my best.”

 Quiet Spirit  Writing Ministry
 6/22/2012

Friday, August 1, 2008

Our Gift to God

Our gift to God is our daily obedience to His will.
Our gift to God is to listen to him when the night is still.
Our gift to God is our use of what He gave us for His glory.
Our gift to God is our retelling of that old, old story.

Our gift to God is when we give aid to one in need.
Our gift to God is when we willingly pay Him heed.
Our gift to God is when we pray for a dear friend.
Our gift to God goes on forever, without any end.






A Quiet Spirit
8/01/2008

“Abide in Me”

  Read John 15:4-10 Abide in me and I in you. As th e branch cannot b ear fr u it of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither c...