My Teachers

God is so amazing! It seems His creativity knows no bounds. And why should that surprise me? I just need to look around me to see what a vast range of colors and textures, shapes, tastes and smells He thought of inventing for just the part of creation He intended to be our food... I am spellbound by a National Geographic Special examining the utterly incredible creatures in the deep seas. I watch fascinated from my driveway as a violent thunderstorm approaches, then overtakes my yard sending me running for the house hail pelted and wind whipped! How powerful! Quietly tucking away many other days I've shared the beautiful sunset extravaganza with my friend.
Today He used a three year old child.
The smoke alarm went off. I saw the sheer panic on her face as she scanned the room for my presence. Immediately she scrambled to her feet and ran terrified into my outstretched arms. As she wrapped her arms and legs around me, she pressed her little head hard against my chest and said, "Keep me safe, Nonna."
I do see Your arms opened wide. Keep me safe, Lord.

As my father's body finally stopped breathing I felt great relief. His suffering had ended. Unexpectedly I began to wonder if there were angels in the room. Was there, even now, a large warrior angel bending to lift my father's soul from his broken body? Did he cradle him in his strong arms as one would a child? How I longed to see the unseen! Were they flying now? Rising to heaven? Was dad actually looking into the face of Our Lord Jesus? Filled with thoughts of what my father was experiencing, I was elated, ecstatic even. My heart and footsteps were as light as if I'd been a mylar balloon filled with helium. That joy carried me through the hours and days ahead. Dutifully participating as our family wrote his obituary, chose a casket, planned a funeral, and generally attended to all the details that families must. Another chapter of my life book ended. As hard as it was to live that particular chapter, "Saying Goodbye to My Dad", I have found the next chapter much more difficult:

"Learning To Live Without Him..."

Worthy?

What thoughts do I think , or words can I write which would be valuable for someone else to read? Exchanging the priceless commodity of time... especially since most of us believe we are in such tragically short supply of this resource.
It is an illusion born from mismanagement though, at least on my part, I'm sure.
Caving to pressures around me.
Finding fulfillment through involvement in yet one more activity.
Enjoying the pleasures and excitement of new experiences.
Medicating with distractions and entertainment. Sin? Sometimes.
Other times it is called being human.

One Step at a Time

I am beginning this blog because I want to learn how to make one.
Simple as that.
Can't learn any younger.
As I type, in a little corner of my screen I see that Dorothy has just dropped a house on the witch's sister while Pink Floyd draws the line squarely between "Us and Them".
Time to toggle.