Death Defied, Life Defined – Review

Death Defied, Life Defined, A Miracle Man’s Memoir by Paul E. Perkins, is a compelling story of Paul’s constant battle against heart failure.

While waiting for a transplant, he shares the trials and tribulations of the accompanying health, and emotional issues involved.

What becomes paramount, when the waiting becomes too much, is the sheer determination to not give up.

Through surgery after surgery, relapse after relapse, he outlines the struggles he valiantly chose to not succumb to. His weary body came close to giving up the fight until the moments when he died.  These out-of-body experiences are described in detail, to the point of making the reader envious of the ‘journeys’ he travelled.  They give credence to other reports of heavenly visits, and of messages of hope that the recipients are charged with sharing on their return to the earthly realm.

He gives dramatic detail of medical teams, family and friends support, all so vital in providing him with the will to continue the painful, harrowing months of waiting for much-needed organ transplants that become his only option to death.

There is much in-depth detail in this story.  Paul gives greater power to his death experiences with the infinitely elaborate accounts of events leading up to each occurrence.  His obvious respect for the medical teams on whose care his very life depended is obvious. 

A book that cannot be ignored.  A story to make you think beyond your own limitations.  A tale of hope, and love, and the deep will to live.

I found it fascinating, captivating, exhausting, as I took on the weariness of his fight to survive.  His overwhelming determination to overcome provided me with much food for thought, and the out-of-body episodes enthralling – I could understand his yearning to just go.

His tremendous fighting spirit left me battle-weary, but hopeful of better things to come, proven as being credible, once again.

Well worth reading.

Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Second Listening Book – Review

Contemplative.  Thought-provoking.   Inspirational.  Funny.  All these, and more, could describe the contents of The Second Listening Book written by James Webb, Pastor, Missionary, and Story-teller.

The book contains a selection of short stories, each written to open the mind and heart to a world different to any we have known.

With titles such as; Be Careful What You Wish For; The Woman Who Couldn’t Keep a Secret; The Parable of the Boy Who Ran With Scissors and The Unexpected Guest, you cannot fail to be entranced by James Webb’s skilful writing, and his incredible imagination.

With more than two dozen tales to broaden your horizons, I am quite certain there will be at least one nugget within the pages that will make you sit up and take notice, or have you laughing unreservedly at the wit, and sometimes, absurd critters that James Webb calls into action.

This is a fun, informative and mind-opening publication, guaranteed to be a favorite with all age groups.

I found the book a very easy, comfortable read.  While entertaining the mind, on occasion it also caused me to rethink similar circumstances in my life, from a different perspective.

A very pleasant book with which to stop, sit and just enjoy.

Recommended for all.

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REACHING GOALS

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The little grey squirrel ran through my garden toting a large peanut shell in its mouth.  Inside lay the morsel that the creature had diligently sought.  It had hunted for a while but found what it wanted.  It had achieved its goal.  Food.  An essential, needed to guarantee life.

“Seek and you shall find” the Bible states.  (Matthew 7:7) NIV

Of course, the search that we are directed to make, in this instance, is meant to be for God.  The giver of spiritual life.  Squirrels on the other hand, have a dogged determination to never give up on their own particular goal: To find food, no matter how long it takes.

Sin in our lives can be equally determined. We encounter addictions; wants; temptations and more, ignoring the fact that these seek to destroy rather than to nourish.

Nevertheless, a common denominator is persistence.  Sin will find a weak mind or spirit and possess it.  Whereas the food sought by God’s critter nourishes.

We often cannot tell the difference until it is too late.

We need the mastery, and determination of God’s creatures.  They must achieve their goal.  They must win at all costs – or die.

We too must choose to win, because if we give up and give in to sin, we will die.  Oh, not necessarily physically, but definitely morally and spiritually.

We must remember that sin does not seek to nourish.  Its goal and purpose is to destroy.

What goals do you have today?  I do hope they are uplifting and nourishing, and not destructive.

Philippians 3:14 (NIV)   I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Patricia

All’s Well in the Garden

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This past winter our garden suffered major damage during the ice storm.  The large tree in our front yard split down the centre, the entire length of the tree.  The break it sustained was bad.  The tree had to be removed.

Discussion was not necessary after half the tree fell into the road and the remaining portion hung precariously over our home.

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With the tree gone, all that remained was the stump.  We decided we would not grind it, but would form a flower bed around it instead.  So, work is in progress to develop a pleasing centrepiece to the front garden.

Here is the beginning.

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Hope you are enjoying a bright, sunny, new day.

Patricia

 

 

 

Why?

On a beautiful sunny morning, my mind slipped into questioning God’s love.

If He truly loves us why do so many people suffer?

Why do we still hear, see and experience all these traumas when Jesus supposedly freed us of the worldly stuff?

Of course, I could not answer these troubling questions.  I was not sure I even wanted to hear answers.

I was too intent on judging God.

Then I opened my Bible as I do each morning.  The first passage I was directed to read, “I will praise the Lord no matter what happens.  I will constantly speak of His glories and grace.”  (Psalm 34:1)

The words stopped my questioning and doubts immediately.  It was almost as if God entered my sunroom, was standing beside me saying those words.  Yikes.

No matter what happened I am to honor Him.  I do not understand why innocent people have to suffer so outrageously; I do know I should not doubt God’s love, provision and will for us.

Do you?

Prayer:  Lord thank you for the blue sky, comfortable temperature; the lush greenery around too.  Thank you for shelter, food and clothing: for safety and freedom.

These are all gifts and provision from You.  Please forgive my interrogation of Your intentions.

Psalm 34:17  Yes, the Lord hears the good man when he calls to Him for help, and saves him out of all his troubles.  (TLT –  The Way)

Patricia

Why Am I Here?

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I’m sure I am not alone, when I own up to asking myself this question.  ‘Why am I here?’

I am known to move, with great purpose, from one room to another, with a particular goal in mind, only to reach the destination and ask myself, ‘Now, why am I here?’

Can you relate?

I looked out the window this morning to see starlings arrive, and perch in a tall tree.  They chuntered among themselves, looked up and down and all around, and I can imagine each one saying, ‘What did we come here for?  Why am I here?’

You see, for the past few years, they have arrived at this time of year and proceeded to raid a birdhouse, which stood beside the tree.  Whether they use it or not, they would empty each compartment (there were twelve) of the bedding and fly away with it.

Last year, after sparrows had claimed the house, it was removed.  The bird mess on the patio and furniture was pretty nasty, and I got tired having to clean the way, before I was able to use the area.

Hence, the bewilderment of the starlings.  They – presumably – had come to do their annual raid – but, what was it they were to raid?  The birdhouse no longer stood beside the tree, but here they were, but for what?

They hung around for a while, then flew away.  Empty mouthed (or is that beaked)?

In our daily meanderings, I think we all have vague moments.  Oh, come on – yes, you do!  NO?  Well, perhaps there are times when you lose track of your goal, and have to re-route. Nothing wrong with that.  It could save each of us a lot of wasted time and effort, if we accepted that we need to change our focus, and follow a different path in life.

How about you?

Do you like where you are in life?

Do you know what you are supposed to be doing?  If so, is it giving you the satisfaction, and productivity, that fulfills, or do you find yourself asking – ‘Where Am I.  What am I supposed to be doing?’

If so, be reassured in knowing, you are not alone.

Patricia

 

 

 

Four Letter Words

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Four letter word.  The mere mention can conjure up one word that is complete profanity.  It is a word that I have always abhorred.  One of my uncles once described it as a word that is only used prolifically by uneducated people, because they cannot express themselves without its use.

Mm…..  well then, society, as a whole, must be lacking greatly, as it offends the ears, no matter where you are these days.

There’s another four letter word that can strike dismay into my heart.  A weather forecaster recently referred to it as winter precipitation: not wanting to mention it on camera.  Oh – you know – SNOW!  Ghastly, cold, winter ‘rain.’

I loved being outdoors in it, when my sons were young.  We would have immense fun finding hills to toboggan down.  We’d prepare a flask filled with hot drinks for all and off we would go, into the wild, white yonder. Our family had come from England and snow was a winter wonderland made to explore.

I’m not so enamored by it now.  It’s incredibly beautiful, yet treacherous.  Driving can be very difficult, walking well nigh impossible for some. I had the distinct misfortune of slipping on ice last winter; resulting in broken bones.  Now, I consider going out into white weather very carefully.  NOT that I’ve decided to become a recluse.  I’m quiet – not anti-social.  I do, however, choose to stay close to home if I can.  I find white winter weather is not harmonious to my psyche.

There’s another four letter word that can promote warmth and confidence within each of our hearts, if we choose to share it.  LOVE.  It’s God’s declaration and solution for establishing harmony among mankind.  So, while I look out my window and shake my head at the blanket of snow everywhere, I am more inclined to do the same at the state of humanity and the lack of love being shown around the world.

1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts our fear, because fear involves torment.  But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.  (NKJV)

Patricia

Pickled

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Our summer has been pretty sad this year.  We have had so many rain days that you would think we were in England, Scotland or other temperature climate.

The difference, this year, is that while we in Ontario brandish umbrellas to stay dry, Brits are using theirs to shade themselves from the sun.  I envy them.  Canadians winters are brutally long and cold, so warmer months are treasured and used wisely.  I spend as much time outdoors as I can.  Housework accumulates until I absolutely have to tackle it.

The recent wet days meant the cancellation of certain open air activities; one of which was Creative Connection – a church group of talented and creative ladies that I am a part of.  This week was to have been a lakeside meeting where we would have learned skill saw creations, plus swimming, canoeing and conversation with awesome ladies, whose company I take pleasure in.   Yes, I did say this was a ladies group, and yes, I did say learning to use a skill saw.  As well as knitting, sewing, crochet and all types of other artistic handiwork, we all willingly learn (or watch) something new or different when the opportunity arises.

As this event was cancelled, I decided to be creative in the kitchen.  I enjoy making homemade chutney and pickles.  I also delight in eating them, and so gathering ingredients, preparing same and then cooking as directed, I accomplished a taste sensation despite the inclement weather outdoors.  This would not have been achieved if temperatures were soaring, because I much prefer to be in the great outdoors.

So – having shared this morsel of a blog, I can attest to being responsible for eight freshly bottled jars of Sweet Mustard Pickle standing on my kitchen counter.

These will be given away, as well as eaten at home.  The recipe has been in my family for decades, and is always much appreciated.  I can only hope this batch is as good as is anticipated by my palate.

How do you spend your days when the rain spoils your plans?

Patricia