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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story, is available in print.
Softcover. $15.00 + shipping.
It is a story of one woman’s courage and determination to succeed despite overwhelming odds. Part biographical and part fiction, through the pages you will learn more about Eleanor, her childhood, and you will discover the source of strength on which she learned to depend. It was the start of a new life, as she overcame the cruelties and abuses of her life, to become an author of international renown.
Contact me at: email@example.com to order.
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.
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?
Author of: A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story.
A major storm is barreling through Ontario, causing havoc with strong winds and rain. It is a blah start to the week with grey clouds filling the sky. Sigh.
I am suffering a really bad cold and bronchitis. Sleep has been fitful of recent days, due to uncontrollable coughing fits. Sigh.
I could wallow in self-pity as I deal with this temporary affliction, but I don’t. Instead, I treat myself with the appropriate medication; drink lots of fluids; rest and recuperate, being thankful that I will recover.
My day began, receiving news of a sweet neighbor, who is not so fortunate. She is suffering rapid dementia and we (neighbors and I) have discovered that she has not been eating, and has fallen indoors. Thankfully, she was not injured. Family has been advised, and we are watching and caring for her until a solution can be determined. Sadly, for my dear friend, her disability is not temporary.
So, on this dark, dismal, damp morning, and through my coughing, sneezing, head-achy start to the week, I count my blessings – and choose to get on with my day and help my neighbor however I can.
How did your week begin? How are you dealing with it?
My revised ebook, A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story is now available at:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/308936 – Free download until November 23, 2013.
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