A Sticky Situation

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The past few months in Ontario have been some of the hottest ever recorded.  Temperatures have consistently soared to between 30 – 40 degrees when factoring in the humidity.

The air feels sticky, even steamy leaving some folk labouring to take a breath in the oxygen-deprived air.  Relief eludes us, in fact, it seems that this intense heat has enveloped almost the entire Northern hemisphere locking us into a vortex of unusually high heat.

I liken this weather to life situations.  When trouble hits, whether it is illness, a death, work-related or financial challenges, we are suddenly thrust into the midst of a cloying, uncomfortable placed that depletes our energy and we sink into an abyss of worry or grief.  It is an unpleasant and frightening place to be.  We have to be strong and not give up as we fight to maintain a semblance of normalcy in our lives.

Just as breathing is challenging on a hot, steamy summer day knowing how to deal with life-challenges can be an arduous uphill battle too.

We become so overwhelmed by the turbulent events that threaten our sanity; even our life and wise decision-making can elude us.  That’s when we need help.

The Bible gives us ample encouragement if we choose to read and trust its’ content.  We can find many words to hang on to and calm our troubled spirit and mind.

Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.    Psalm 37:5

Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him.  Psalm 37:7

.. those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up (walk) with wings like eagles.  They shall run and not be weary.  They shall walk and not faint.   Isaiah 40:31

Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.  Psalm 30:5

I experienced a particularly horrifying period some years ago.  My life became a battleground as I was alone and rejected.  Jobless and (for a brief period) homeless.  I was tired and hopeless.  Unable to see the wood among the trees as I became more and more dejected.

A chance (methinks it was a God taking control moment) visit to a small church saved me.  I wanted safety and peace.  I was ready to give up.  I sat.  Took a deep breath and asked God for help.

A bible in front of me had a well-worn section and I opened it and read.

The Lord is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures;

He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul;

He leads me in the paths of righteousness

For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil;

For You are with me.

Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

You anoint my head with oil;

My cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life;

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.   NKJV New King James version.

Those few moments filled me with a sense of purpose.  I chose to not give up on my life and determined to seek wise advice, instead of struggling alone.

Whatever you are dealing with, please choose to not give up.  Reach out for help, be it from a church member, a social services agency or a trusted friend.

I found renewed hope and I know you can too.

God loves you just as you are.  Trust Him to be your guide to bring you relief.

Patricia

 

 

 

 

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Rabbit Stew

Sitting outside, enjoying a warm evening, my husband and were entertained by the antics of rabbits in the garden.

Mother rabbit began bringing her tiny family (three babies) into our garden this past week.  Such adorable little bundles, they were hardly able to walk when we first saw them.

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Last evening the mother rabbit came out again.  She was feeding not too far from where we sat; obviously not perturbed by our presence.

Suddenly, a flurry of movement revealed wee bundles beside her.  The babies began foraging in the flower bed, with mother watching closeby.

A young squirrel decided to join them, which irked the mother rabbit for a while.  She was very protective of her babies, and kept chasing the squirrel away.  It, however, was determined to stay.

One time, she actually swatted at it until it ran up a nearby tree; but it was not deterred. Mom was obviously in a ‘stew’ as the intruder would not leave.   Time passed.  They were in the garden for close to an hour.  Mom checking on her babies constantly.   DSC01111

To us, it appeared that the squirrel just wanted to play.  We weren’t sure how this episode would play out, having never witnessed this kind of behaviour before.

The squirrel would chase the babies, much to their protective mother’s consternation.  Eventually though, she seemed to accept that it meant no harm, and staying close she allowed it to interact with the bolder baby.

Quite an entertaining evening, and definitely a delightful end to our evening sit in the garden. DSC01116

Patricia

 

 

 

Hung Out to Dry

Long ago, discipline on British sailing ships was harsh. Punishment could involve the lash, cat-o-nine-tails, even keel hauling. A victim was tied to a rope and pulled – invariably drawing him under the vessel. If he survived he was suspended from the yardarm, left hanging, or hung-out-to-dry for a predetermined length of time. Not a welcome fate. (https://superbeefy.com website)

Is this how you feel? Abandoned?  Dejected?  Worthless?

Watching the comings and goings of birds in my garden, I noticed two grackles battling with what appeared to be a twig.  They were having a tug of war with the object in their beaks.  Only when they relaxed for a moment and dropped the ‘twig’ did I realize it was alive:  It was a worm, that they were warring over.

As it fell from their beaks, it landed on a branch below them, wriggling but unable to propel itself back to safer ground.  It was literally hanging there, an upside down U, and in great danger.

As it hung there the grackles both moved in to regain their quarry.  The worm fell again.  This time it was out of my sight, but its fight for survival continued.  I fear it must have lost the battle.  It was either gobbled down the throat, or throats of the birds, or perhaps they gave up and left it hanging there; where it would slowly die, unable to return to the comfort of its home.

We can feel that way occasionally.  When day-to-day events leave us unable to cope.  We long for our comfort zone; long for relief.  Often there is none forthcoming.  We become helpless in the struggle to survive, whether it be relational, financial or work-related.  Just like the worm we can feel powerless.  We are hung-out-to-dry, with no energy or escape available to us.

If only we could have stayed in our familiar territory, we’d be much safer.  It is often too late when we realize our choices have compromised our moral, ethical, and personal standards.

That hapless worm had no hope of survival, but we do have another option. God.

There are many promises in the Bible to aid us in our daily lives.  Here are some reassurances to that might give you comfort, and strength to carry on.

Matthew 11:28  Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  (NKJV)

Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit in me.  (NKJV)

If, at this point, God is not your thing, reach out to a trusted organization for help.  There are many resources available to you – but you have to ask.  That can be hard, because to a certain extent, you are admitting failure and we all like to think we know what is best for us.  Social services or a good church can be great places to seek (safe) help.

Don’t know a good church?  Visit different ones; attend Sunday services until you find one that you feel comfortable in.  Then you can reach out to the pastor and share your concerns, and benefit from their counsel.

Sharing your challenges with someone can be cathartic; can be a life-changer: A life saver.

Just Never Give Up!  You are more valuable than you think.

Patricia

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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

 

 

 

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Patricia

So Today………………

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i continue to grapple the everyday activities using only my left hand.  it is not easy.  i feel i am working against all that my brain wants to do.

thankfully, for all who come close, i have managed to shower; shampoo my hair,  towel dry and, YEAH – apply deodorant 50% anyway……

i feel fresher.  right wrist/arm very uncomfortable.  painkillers effective, but make me sleepy.  prefer to do without but i need the relief they afford me.

my husband reminds me to be patient.  it’s just the second day of dealing with this (nuisance) injury.

family and friends have been amazing and i thank you all for your messages and telephone calls, as well as, your offers of help.

you are awesome and i love you.  glad you are in my life.

Patricia

 

Endurance Wins

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Winners win, because they refuse to give up.  They push themselves to extraordinary limits in order to accomplish the goal of the race before them.

In Corinth, the Isthmian games demanded that an athlete endure ten months of rigorous training, in order to compete.  Failure to do this, meant there would be no crown and, definitely, no glory.

I began writing my book, A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story, four years ago.  Today it is available to buy as an e-book but the print version demands strict setup and because I am self-publishing, I am the person responsible for the final preparation.  Writing the book was time-consuming (naturally).  Editing even more so.

My goal was to have a printed page turning paper book in my hands.  This was, and still is, my goal.  The constant need of change to appearance, etc.,make paying large sums to ave it done by somebody else – very appealing.  The challenge is that I do not have large sums of money to use.  SO – I plod on; approaching one print company after another to find one that will give me the prize for which I yearn.  A printed copy of my book – that I did not have take out a mortgage to obtain.

Do I get frustrated?  YES.  Do I want to give up?  YES.  More than I care to admit.  Yet, if I do, all those years of effort are wasted.  Just as an athlete, in Corinth, could be deprived of the crown, I would deprive myself of the sense of accomplishment that holding a paper copy of my book would give me.

This morning I was reading my Bible (1 Corinthians 9:24-27) and the words within those passages caused me to reflect on my efforts.  I have been consumed by dollar thinking, without considering a much greater reward.  The tangible proof of four years of writing, editing, rewriting, setup, and angst.

I want that book in my hands, and so I need to refresh my determination in order to reach that goal.

Do you have an unfinished project, that you just wish you could finish?  Why not bring it out and get back to it – today?

Patricia

Author of:  A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story.

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