What I’ve learned

What I’ve learned

How to declutter. Release your fisted hand, let go and walk away. Do it again and again even if it hurts. Otherwise, you will bring a replacement on your way-back home. Philippians 3:13-14

How to mend relationships. Talk less. Listen as if you were the one talking. Give advice only if they ask. Pray for them silently as you listen. Also pray for yourself not to bud in on God’s business, not until he gives you clarity on what to do or say. Galatians 6:2

How to improve self talk. This is an on going process. In the meantime repeat God’s truths over yourself. Don’t give the microphone to the voices of your insecurities, fears and doubts. Or they will shout lies over truths. Mark 11:22-24

How to get motivated. I don’t know. Maybe, you can help me. But, I think it has more to do with wanting to workout the change, the letting go, the listening and praying and improving self talk than motivation. Because, once the block has been removed, the desire to get things done will get done. What has been piled up in our home,  on our desk or in our heart will get cleared. Romans 12:2

How to keep believing in God. I look back as I step forward. Why? Because I’ve see where he has gotten me out of, provided for me, and raised me from. As I take steps forward, doubt, fear, insecurities, worry, anxiety, disbelief in the present moment diminish. I then will not loose my reliance on Whom it has been placed on. If I begin to feel my knees weakening, I call for his hand, my Lord’s hand, Jesus the keeper of my soul. He keeps me from returning and reliving hurt, pain, misery not all caused by self. His Holy Spirit reminds me of my new qualities and strengths. I then can walk the tight rope, up high with a balance of truths and confidence. Romans 8:28

Believe me, days still come with fog and darkness. I do find myself crawling on my belly. Yet, I don’t loose sight of my belief in God, His son and the Holy Spirit. I know, soon aid will come replenishing my soul and setting my feet on high ground. It will happen again and again and again as long as I keep calling him, Jesus, my Savior and Lord. Joshua 1:9

How I keep my eyes focus on what is yet to come. What is coming brings change. Change is a road, a path, an open door, an opportunity to move forward.  Returning to where once I had been has been for the purpose to celebrate the growth, forgive what still hinders, take back the good I left behind and be thankful for the lessons learned. Philippians 4:6-7

What have you learned?

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Come fly With Me

20191005_090644.jpgCOME FLY WITH ME ~ From Seattle to LA

Seeing the world from up high gives only a section of a perspective. Specific details are impossible to see until the destination is within sight and even more when one arrives.

Sometimes life is very much this way. It gives us a broad picture, when all we want is a specific and detail plan.

Many times, we become impatient taking the plan of flight in our own hands. Soon, we find ourselves headed straight down, spinning out of control, before the crash.

Waiting, as hard as it is, possibly causing anxiety, has its different purposes for our own good.

Besides acclimating to the descending pressure, balancing our equilibrium, our reasoning is in need of the proper oxygen for clarity.

Otherwise, our choices become unwise.

In spiritual or even physical matters one may not know the next destination. Despair, fear, denial, depression can easily accompany anxiety causing one to hyperventilate.

Trust, faith and reliance on God, family and friends become a necessity.

It’s as if one holds their heart in their hands passing it carefully to the hands of the one before them and say, ” Help! But, please don’t break it.”

Not easy for me to trust others with my heart, only God. He’s teaching me at this time of my life, vulnerability. Not an easy lesson. It hurts.

Wishing The Sunset To Never End

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This day made me desire a place or is it a time which can never be, where the Sunset never finishes the day and time will make the moment last till my cup is full.

For I wasn’t ready to face my tomorrow and be away from those I love.

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My two oldest sons, their wife and my two grandsons.

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My daughter with her funny faces and her boyfriend.

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Plus my youngest and his halerious humor.

Accepting I have no power to keep the sun from setting

only to return and visit those whom I care about,

my family, is something I can do and sleep on.

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These unique souls are the excuses for my absence from blogging, for they’ve occupied my time, my heart, and my mind.

Plus my travels with my husband, family and friends.

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I am planning to blog again. Hmmm, wondering what those writing will say.

Hope you’ve been well. Looking forward to catch up with your post. See you around through your words. 🙂

“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!” – Psalm 133:1

God bless,

Lidia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not Ready For The Holidays

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When I take a photo like this one, I know it will speak to me later at some appointed time. Today was that time for it stirred my soul.

The reflecting colors of the morning sun relaxed my soul to the point that I could hear my heart. It brought joy and happiness and contentment. But there was more and I had to quiet my mind to hear my heart and find out why I wasn’t ready for the Holidays.

You see, I love Thanksgiving just as much as Christmas time because my children would come home. it matter not that they weren’t all present at the same time. Their different path didn’t allow them. During these holidays families everywhere take time to cross paths and we did the same. We came together and shared our lives. Was it all happy and full of joy, nope.

Differences will exist no matter how tight and blessed a family maybe. Issues did surface. Respect is what one must work on when people don’t see eye to eye. Which is difficult to give when one doesn’t feel accepted for who they are or valued. And, it is difficult to give when beliefs or ideals are not the same. The challenge is not how to get along while in the same house, but how to stay in touch when they all go their separate ways.

You know why I’m not ready for the Holidays? Because I’m going to miss out on the differences that my family would have brought home. I’ve learned, their differences expand my heart and broadened my perspective. Their paths have led them where I yet to go. They’ve seen what I yet to see and they have felt what I yet have felt. Not because I might not have been in those actual places, but I haven’t with them.

The telling that I will miss, is not in words, but in their eye twinkle, their lip curled, their hands jesters when they do speak or not say a word. It’s the energy they release in the room or when they see you. Whether it is positive or negative, it is still family and one knows where that person heart is at and how to care for them.

Then there’s the physical touch that does wonders to our souls. It sends messages that words can never describe. the presence of another person in the room or the holding of hands, or an embrace, melts differences away at least for that time. One must feel safe and not be judged to be real.

I will miss, the real moments of my family.

Plus, I will not experience the emptiness that is left when they are all gone. It’s in the emptiness that gratitude is intensified. This year, emptiness arrived early. My children will celebrate with other family members and/or friends. Only one child will be present at each Holiday. I’m grateful for this blessing.

Am I sad, no, not really. This is life and I will find the most from where I am. But I will miss out on the quietness in my heart after they all have returned to their own paths.

Like the reflection of the colors on this photo, I smile today out of gratitude for the reflections of the previous holidays, which I have much to be glad about. As for my children, they are on their path and will have many different experiences which they will tell me about next time we meet.

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Fret Appeared As A Flick

Philippians 3:13-14 “I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.” MSG

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I received a phone call saying that one of my son’s is not doing well and is thinking of quitting his job for a lesser one.

Let me back up four months past.

My oldest son was involved in an automobile accident. He was rear ended by a van going at 60 mph totaling his car. He, his wife and two young son were in the car at the time. Thankfully, no one else was hurt, only him. After three months of recovery, he returned to work, but he’s not the same.

The neck injury is effecting one of his hand. He’s unable to hold on to things. As his mother, my heart broke again as I heard the news. This son has faced one challenge after another without much of a break. Some of those are of his own doing, but others came as magnets not releasing him until the lasting damages had taken its course, much like this one.

When I’m riding on God’s Eagles, His promises, like the verse in Philippians and receive heart tugging news of one of my children struggling, I want to land the eagle and ask my child to climb aboard.

But, I can’t.

I can only call and point to the Lord’s almighty eagle for them to climb on.

Before fret ignited full-blown worry in my soul, I pointed my son where the Holy Spirit led me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as read, Isaiah 4: 10.

“. . . I’ve picked you. I haven’t dropped you.’
Don’t panic. I’m with you.
    There’s no need to fear for I’m your God.
I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you.
    I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.” msg

My hope is that my son climbed aboard.

Trusting my God gave no room for the flame of worry to crash me to the ground of uncertainty and disbelief. I continued to soar on my eagle. For, I must press on to the goal God has before me.

Without a doubt, I knew the Lord reached down to my son. All my son needed to do was to take His Lord’s hand and climb on His promise.

Holly Spirit minister to my son’s spirit as you have minister to mine. Help him to hear what God wants him to know. Direct his path along the side his Savior. Lord, strengthen his faith and belief in You.

God, please give my husband and I wisdom on how to advice our son, or not to speak, plus being the godly parents he needs at this time. Thank you, for all you are doing and will do for my son and his beautiful family.

May you find encouragement in God’s word and my story.

Soar on Eagles Wings. (Click on soar and wings to listen to songs.)

 

A Child’s Curious Heart

My reality is placed on silence as I wonder about my grandson’s imagination

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I want to go inside.

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A choice I had to make, do I expose the truth or tell him a lie?

I chose to show him reality, but fed him a make belief world once I closed the door back on the bush.

“Grandson, this will always be your little house. You can enter within, when you sleep tonight. Once you see the door, go inside. In there is a home, which only you can dream.”

Not sure if he understood, but I do know, he doesn’t forget what I tell him. Maybe, when he sleeps my words will return and guide him to the little red door. Then, he can create his own story.

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Daily Post Photo Challenge ~ Story

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” — Ansel Adams

Don’t Need To See His Face

A Walk With My Grandson

There’s is no need to see his face to get a sense of where his mind is at, yet I do have some questions.

Does He Feel What I Feel? Seeing the wonder of fresh snow in the Northwest of America where green is greener in winter than summer, I feel a tranquility as I see the beauty of the land with my grandson.

From my point of view not his, I point out the ducks in the natural pond, who swim in the safe distance. His silence tells me he has found something different to wonder about. I pray that our walks, as a grandson and grandmother, will teach him the value of being outdoors among God’s creation.

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Do I see what he sees?

From my point of view and from where I stood, I would never see what he saw. I must be by his side and at his eye level to stumble on the treasure he admired.

May one day, when I’m old, he will take me for a walk, out in the grand outdoors and feel what he feels and see what he sees. And in the awkward moments of not saying a thing, may I still be able to hear his silent vibes.

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Are we truly listening to each other when we don’t say a word? Words are just sound waves of what moves the heart. Yet silence also carries wave sounds that only hearts can hear.

In his quietness, I listen to his unspoken words with my heart as I watched him and talked to my second son on the phone. One thing I know, my grandson heard every word I spoke for he later brought up the subject of his uncle possibly moving far, far-away.

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The beauty of spending time with my grandson is beyond the splendor of nature my eyes will ever witness.

As we learn, we teach.

Take time out for a walk with a love one today and reflect. 

Photo Challenge of the Week: Your Weather  today.

From Nancy Merrill Photography

The Daily Post Challenge of the week:  A Face In the Crowd

Family Tree

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FAMILY TREE

When you see me
I may seem alone
But, I am not only one

Many parts of me exist
In each spreading branch
Which point to the heavens

As one we stand giving
Glory and praise to the One
Who made me and my family

Misplaced Priorities Starve Relationships

Priorities don’t stay the same in a day, a week, a year or a life time. If they do, relationships become malnourished.

20170507_181103If I don’t place my personal priorities a side and make room in my schedule for family, memorable moments can’t be made.

My husband and I visited our two grandsons and kept them at the hotel for two nights giving their parents a much-needed rest.

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Their grandpa and I worked hard to make memories with our one-year-old and almost three-year-old grandsons. If one wasn’t screaming, the other needed to go potty for the 3rd time in one hour.

Yet, we couldn’t stay serious for long because their giggles, expressions and remarks caused us to laugh and loose our stern look. Plus, their hugs and kisses softened our hearts and filled us up with joy which out shined the stressful moments.

20170413_181741I’ve learned two things from raising four children:

1. Memories can’t be lost, if they’re never made.

20170413_181856.jpg2. Once an event becomes a memory and kept in the heart, it will never vanish from your life.

20170413_125339.jpgVisiting my two rambunctious, but brilliant and loving grandsons required my full attention. There was no time for blogging, Facebook or Instagram. By night fall, I was exhausted. My grandsons are my only grandchildren at the moment. I pray for energy if I’m blessed with more in the future.

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On my watch, my grandsons teach me much about their unique personality and how they see and handle life around them.

Their excitement of what we promised to come shined through their eyes.

This year started on a positive inclined for me. Yet, I have faced some slips.

I decided to look at the down rides as a child does after they’ve slid down the slide.

I will run to the next activity in my life with a glimmer of excitement as I expect a positive incline.

For God, has promised great things yet to come.

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A Working Man ~ My Husband

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He keeps going
In spite of the pain
or the bitter cold
For he has a
Loving obligation
Feed and shelter
Those he adores

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Here is a great blog to read, “There are Good Guys Out There,” by Cage Dunn. Her blog propelled me to post this poem I wrote about my husband. I first posted the poem to go with the picture on Instagram. Hope you stop by Cage’s blog.