Letting Go

To let go…

When I worked for Hospice, letting go was a sign that the end was drawing near. My dad was proud of the beautiful things he had acquired throughout his life; however, at the end of his life it was no longer important to him. What was important to him was letting my sister, my mom and I know how much we were loved. In his last days, he gave us a deep and hidden treasure. That would be his last earthly possession he held onto, for he even let go of us for now.

The old joke of the man that dies and takes a block of gold with him only to be greeted by St. Peter who in turns says, “Here’s another one with a piece of roadway.” This is painfully true for some of us but in our final hours, this will no longer hold true. We will by this time only carry our loved ones.

I have worked hard during my lifetime to acquire the finer things in life. But I have come to realize through my maturity, time with dying patients and in the course of my spiritual walk that these things do not and will not matter when my time comes to go Home. I know what matters are the people in my life from the past, present and the future.

Just like the mother who thought her child had been killed while serving in war, only to find out he was indeed alive. She only desired to see her son. She did not care about a road made of gold, pearly gates or tall mansions but only the feeling as she embraced her child. She has learned the meaning of peace, joy and love.

One day, we will give up all we have for the One that gave up all He had so that we will have all we ever could imagine.

The Great Pursuit

He gives me the “Look” and I am gone--for my heart has melted. Enmeshed into his eyes and the love that he states…without a word. He is my lover, my earthly husband. He has sought me with a purpose and with fervor? So, I wish to submit. I want to be his.

What woman does not like to be pursued like this?

What holds me back?

The animal kingdom is so natural. The male hunts her and the female just knows this is her calling. They are brought together till the bitter end.

Our human intelligence is sometimes above our longing. I try to analysis and way out the good and the what "if's." I argue with the life as it just is—just as I was created.

The calling of God waits in our yearnings—His desires.

“Run to me, dear lover.
Come like a gazelle.
Leap like a wild stag
On the Spice Mountains.”
(Song of Songs 8:14)

And Christ came with the same look… calling us—me. I wish to submit… I so do.

My lover spoke and said to me,
"Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."
(song of Solomon 2:10-13)

Come to Me…

His Beauty Revealed

I was driving home tonight when I looked up at the sky. The Sun was heading home for another nights’ rest. But before this took place, it made one last statement. The Sun painted the sky a glorious blazing red hue unrestrained by it’s beauty.

The seduction of this heart-piercing exquisiteness was breathtaking.

I pulled my car off the road and stood outside my car so that I could savor the moment. The sky slowly began dancing to the warm brilliance that filled her senses-- and now had her swaying to the command of God’s voice. But shortly, the sky became somewhat timid, maybe even embarrassed for I noticed her tint had begun to change rapidly.

“Sigh“…As the moment passes all too soon…

Then like a blushing bride on her wedding night, the sky quickly disappears with the Sun in pursuit. The moment was sensual and yes, maybe even scandalous. For I had become a temporary voyeur to this alluring mystery.

To experience this magnificent splendor…

In the pureness of the Garden…

And in the height of the moment, His beauty revealed.

Sandpaper People

I was talking to a friend last night and said, "I believe I have lived a" bullied-life" mentality long enough. I have pretty much let the world have its way with me. I believe (in a sick way) that I almost thrived on this life...

It seems that I have always come upon the type of people that just rub me the wrong way and threaten my foundation---Sandpaper People, I have heard it called. Thus, I never really hung around long enough to let the roughness of the situation soften my character. I was and can still be the type of person that first ignores the situation and then as things get hot, I begin to fight like heck only later to pick up and run.

I remember a College Professor telling me one day, "Connie, you cannot write and you will never make it through College." I now had something to prove.

The fight was on but never allowing the true potential to reveal its beauty in the softness of the experience.

Years later, my dad gave me a gift. He was an artist and he did a portrait of me... He drew it in a way that he saw me. He explained the drawing to me as he saw me and it brought tears to my eyes. Is that how you see me dad?

We (or I) tend to see ourselves through the eyes of life circumstances-- not as we really are through the love of the One that really matters...

Ephesians 2:10 “We are God’s workmanship"

So I am learning to let the experiences of the Sandpaper World...as it roughens my outer core, to soften me into the tenderness of His image.

Another Cinderella Story

I preferred most days cloudy with the occasional thunderstorms. In the background, working and doing what others asked. I did not say that I did not balk as this was my victim mentality. And this was the only way I knew how to mask my frailty—stay busy. My self-made veil covered the real me.

I am a Cinderella Story.

Hidden in a dark and dreary dungeon for most of my life by life’s circumstances and then by choice, I was called many years ago by my Prince. “Have you no daughters?” cried Abba.

Slowly with hesitation, I walked forward. With my face bowed, my shame prevailed—but I came as called. Abba stood before me and took my tender-broken heart. He wrapped His hands around it. My heart fit perfectly in His palms. I looked up and saw His eyes. “This is her, the one I have come for--she is My bride and I have come to take her Home,” cried Jesus. The raging war that had been there imploded. Something supernatural happened. Soon, there was a crescendo of passion; the music of His love began to swell until there was a climax of peace.

He lifted my veil… The pureness, the sacredness of the moment would be forever reminding of the vulnerability of this life—my life.

I now know that my most perfect days may end in rain...

Those are now some of my best days wrapped in the arms of my Bridegroom... for the Marriage has come.

Choosing The Tree of Life

Here are six things God hates,
and one more that he loathes with a passion:
eyes that are arrogant,
a tongue that lies,
hands that murder the innocent,
a heart that hatches evil plots,
feet that race down a wicked track,
a mouth that lies under oath,
a troublemaker in the family. (Psalm 6:16-19)

We all have family and friends that complain, complain and complain some more. They might be the troublemaker of the family. They lie through their teeth. Guess what, we may be that person--never happy.

Why do we do this?

Not because we are evil (most of the time—there are a few exceptions) but because we are frightened, lonely and feeling unloved.

Have you ever sat across from a friend or family member and have that person whine constantly about how “someone” made their life miserable? It always has to be someone else’s fault. NO ONE can make you anything!!! It astounds me how people can place total blame of a situation on someone else. In doing so, this takes away our choice in the matter. God gave us a choice in all circumstances. (Adam and Eve had a choice although one was fruitful and one was not)

We live in the victim role meeting a need we long for. But people grow weary of this; most people are drawn to others with a positive outlook on life. Notice how we gravitate towards happy-giving people. Notice how we avoid the unhappy.

Recently, I went through a very difficult situation. I had someone bring it to my attention, like I wasn’t already aware. I had already chose a road to travel--it was to be honest with those involved. I don't believe you have to stand at the top of a building and announce your dirty laundry to the world...But I am very forthcoming in my situation. The only area I may not be is where it will affect my family. But if it involves only me, I am honest to a fault.

In doing so, I have learned. Trust is not earned, it is a gift. I will open up doors for others to love and accept me because I am less than perfect.

I take full responsibility for my mistakes. I can say I have made many. If you choose to love me where I am, that is wonderful. If you don’t, then one of two things-- You are dealing with your own issues or you were never my friend to begin with. I can live with that.

It is important we surround ourselves with loving caring people. Do not allow the critical unloving people in our life. Family, friends it does not matter. They will hurt us and take us down. We are in a very vulnerable place and we need to grow strong.

LET GO.

I no longer feel like a hypocrite when I grace the doors of church but know I am a sinner saved by Jesus Christ. “For I came to save the sick.” (Mark 2:17)

"Faith is a decision you make to tell the Truth about yourself when you're uncertain about what might happen." Book Real Love

The Storm Dancer

Luke 8:25 "...the storm subsided, and all was calm..."

These past years have been one of great learning. I continue to weather the storms of my life and dance in the reminiscence of the puddles left behind.

I have learned who is to remain on my journey with me. I will meet many people along the way--family, friends and mere acquaintances...the day will come when we are to move on in our journey with and without these people. But all were and are vital to my life and who I am to become. A season for all things... (Eccles)....and we will one day be together again.

So, my blogging-world friends, I have created an award called...

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THE STORM DANCER

Storms.

Storms of life.

These storms can cause devastating consequences. Many of these storms are of our own making. Intensity rules and angers flare. After the thunder, there is rain. I see the torrential downpours. And as the rain begins to fade, the sweet-scented smell of rain fill my senses. I can smell the rain. Time passes and surpasses my understanding of what has been and what is to be. Soon, the rain trickles as if playing to the tune of Mozart and I am mesmerized by its tranquilizing effect. I hear the Song that my Heavenly Father is singing to me.

My senses are alive. I can feel.

I breathe—slowly.

I awaken—soon thereafter to a silent world around me after the rain has long stopped. It would take some time before I really would grasp all of the unfolding events of the storm.

The person I had been had died, she had left during the storm—tragically. The death of self was an explosive aftermath. The realization of truth was as explosive as a volcanic eruption from a Volcano that had slept for thousands of years. The pressure was phenomenal.

Good,

Bad,

And just indifferent at times.

Mindful—from a long rainy night, I mused over the details.

I prayed.

Morning came and the Sun peeked in through the window. It was timid and reluctant to reveal itself to me as if one more change might cease my beating heart.

The pain was gone—not that I was ok with my life’s happenings but it was better than it had been in a very long time. I was free. I could breathe.

Would I become another Storm Dancer? Will I rejoice in this new birth?

I will dance in the reminiscence of the storm.

I will become the Storm Dancer.

…for I am His beloved child.

I would like to award the following bloggers this award:

Denise from Shortybears Place - it never fails that she uplifts me with kind words every day...Thank you Denise

Ivey's mom Gwen- for reminding me to look at the world with different eyes. For seeing gratitude in the attitude. For life.

Technonana- for her wisdom and praise...

Melli - keeping laughter in my life

Karin - Yesterday, today and tomorrow--- you have no idea the impact of these words

Julie -She and I have been on a journey with Papa, shedding our flesh... thanks Julie...for your support

Nancy - I know if I ask her to pray, she's there...

Deb- one day she and I will ride free...

Sandy - one can never have too many flip flops.. that would include my friend

Susan - not only do I consider her a friend and a prayer warrior, but she taught me how to dive for scallops

Tracy - For her cup runneth over to mine

Grams - you have also taught me an unconditional love...through your love for Nancy

Mari - Keeping the spark and excitement in life

and last but not least...

Denise the Samaritan Woman - you teach me daily about God's love

What I would "Like" for you to do: (after all, it is now yours):

1. Write your own Storm Dancer story. I shared my story with you above.

2. Grab the award code above and put it in your Storm Dancer story post and/or sidebar. You have earned it! Click here if you need help.

3. Pass this award onto whomever... no limit. If you receive the award but are the type of person that isn't into writing and sending out awards…don't worry, just wear it proudly or do as you wish.

I am sure I have forgotten someone... so I am going to send out this award again at another time... but for now, please know how much you have meant to me and my walk in the Lord...

God Bless you on your journey.... one day at a time...

The Train Ride

by Steve Pilotte:
(paraphrased)

We are born and we then aboard the train of life. It is then we meet who we think will be with us the entire journey. Those people are our parents.

Sadly, this is far from the truth!

Our parents are with us as far as we absolutely need them. They too have journey's they must complete-- we then must live on with the memories of their love, affection, friendship, guidance and their occasional stops--forever.

Others will now come and will be important to us --Brothers, sisters, friends and acquaintances whom we will learn to love and cherish.

Others we will encounter will share the many upsets, tears, and losses on this journey. And others may linger around to help out. Some will leave an everlasting impression when they get off. Some come and go so quickly, you barely notice you ever crossed paths.

We will sometimes be upset that some passengers who we love, will choose to sit in another compartment and leave us to travel on our own. Then again, there's nothing that says we can't seek them out.

Nevertheless, once sought out and found, we may not even be able to sit next to them because that seat maybe taken.

That's OK.

Everyone's journey will be filled with hopes, dreams, challenges, setbacks and good byes. We must strive to make the best of it---no matter what.

We must constantly strive to understand our travel companions and look for the best in everyone. Remember that at any moment during our journey, any one of our travel companions can have a weak moment and need our help.

We too vacillate and hesitate, even trip... hopefully we can count on someone being there to be supportive and understanding.

The bigger mystery of our journey is that we don't know when our last stop will come.

Personally, I know I'll be sad to make my final stop....I'm sure of it.

My separation from all those friends and acquaintances I made during the Train Ride will be painful. Leaving all those I'm close to will be a sad thing too. But then again, I'm certain that one day I'll get to the Main Station. There I will meet all those I've met along the way on the Train Ride. They will be carrying their luggage. All shapes, sizes, weights, colors, some will have more than others but one thing is for sure, each person will have their own luggage.

I will be glad to see you. And yes, that I helped contribute to your baggage and helped enriched your life even if in just a small way, just as you have contributed to my life and enriched my life.

We are all on this journey together, the same train, so why not make the ride a good one. I would like to make it as memorable as possible right up to the final stop!

God Bless

Happy Mother's Day

Chyenne (now 22) & Hogan (now 14)
Whitney is married / 2 boys (4,1)

The day you were born, I too was born. I was born into motherhood. I did not take a class on how to be a mom. I did not receive a diploma. No one taught me. I had never even changed a diaper before you were born except in nursing school and that was a disaster. I vividly remember the day you came into the world all purple, red and screaming at the top of your little lungs. I know the first time you look at your newborn baby, you instantly fall in love with him/her and really-- I did. But …I thought, good Lord, what is this thing? I mean she had a smashed up face from her journey down the birth canal. I remember thinking she looked like a frog. Before you turn me into DFACS…I love her dearly.

I should have had a clue then by her grand entrance on how her life would turn out. She came into the world three weeks early –sideways-- not to mention the two hour long pushing causing the doctors quite difficulty in getting her out. And life has pretty much been like that since. When she was three, she told me she was headed to New York to live. I did ask her to wait a few years. And she did! Now that she is an adult, the dream of big city living has been fulfilled. She is very content.

How we become a mother is not always how we expect. I became a mother two more times. Twice in one year. After remarrying, I became the proud mother of my step-daughter some years older than my own daughter. As with any child, there were and still are many challenges. Blended families are just like that. You can polish them up but there will always be underlying emotions. It is the nature of the beast and consequences of the actions. Usually, the stepparent catches the ugliness of the pain. But I do occasionally get to experience joy and I am honored to be her mom.

Is it different raising her? Yes, I wished I could say no…and I have worked very hard to make it the same but children sometimes will not allow you into their world where they feel obligated to protect their parents. They do not want to feel as if they are being disloyal to their mom. I have been in her shoes as a child. I know the emotions. I have learned to take the back seat and be fine with it. One day she will realize that I love her.

A year after I became a step-mom, my daughters became sisters to a baby brother. He has been a tremendous joy and gift in my life. I just look at him and I’m amazed at God’s grace and mercy. He has always been by our side. Only until the past year has he ever been away from us. We saw how fast the girls grew. He is a strong and secure young man. He comes to me occasional for an emotional recharge but most of the time now; he’s got it figured out now.

I was blessed to have been given the opportunity to be a mom. I look around this world today and so many mother's take being a mom for granted, maybe because I had such a hard time conceiving my daughter, I will never forget the heartache. I cringe today when young moms are too busy for their own children, always looking for someone else to “watch” them or consider their child a burden. I see more and more grandparents, aunts and uncles raising children instead of the child’s parents. If only the mother knew how fast their young child grew and how little time they have, maybe they would cherish each moment.

Just ask a mother that never was.

Or a mother that no longer is.

A mother that has a child with tremendous needs.

And we take for granted the simple pleasures of raising our babies?

This is by far one of the most special day's God has ever granted me.

And to my mother's (you see I have blessed to have a mother and step-mom who love me dearly)

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Whitney --March 16

Chyenne--born August 4

Hogan-- born August 28

God-- Let It Rain

Friends...blogger s and non-blogger s....I cannot begin to tell you how much your words have encouraged me... and the fact that through you... God has given me a beautiful pearl...Pearls of Wisdom.. which I have never quite understood personally before now...

Yes, my disappoint is God's appointment as Karin said... and the others... talking about God's plan... you are so right.. but I needed to be reminded of it... I lost sight... so thank you... Melli, Julie, Denise, Tracy and Nancy....and others...ya know who you are...

When I was young, my dad and I would walk side by side, and he would say, 'If you don't slow down, you'll never catch a man." I would rebuttal with, "Dad, I'll just marry someone with long legs."

And I did...

But the sad thing ... I have always walked ahead of God... in every situation... and it got gets me in more trouble!

I also loved what Karin wrote,,, If you don't get rained on, you can't grow...

So God bring on the rain...And let me play in the puddles

The Last Tear

The GRE test is over.... and I did not do as well as I would have liked... in other words, I did not score high enough this round to get into the school I chose...

All the way home from the test, I cried... I felt humiliated and defeated. I had tried so hard. I spent so many hours applying myself. I felt that should have accounted for something. I also prayed earnestly so that too should have sealed the deal. But God doesn't work that way. And my head knows that.

For His ways are not our ways...Isaiah 55:8

I know these words well but at the time, I was just down right angry. I let God know it too. I had a full blown temper tantrum as I drove home. For one hour as a grown women, I yelled at God. I'm sure those driving next to me thought I had lost my mind. And I am sure they were not too far from the truth.

As I cried out the last tear, called myself stupid for the last time, I finally reached out for one more scripture...one close to my heart-- Jeremiah 29:11... This verse has saved me over the past few months. It has been my mantra so-to-speak.

I know the plans I have for you, Connie...my sweet child

I will prosper you...

I do not wish you harm...

And as my tears subsided...I crawled down from His lap...

and now I wait...

I Have A Dream

Joel2:28
"And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions."

I dream of things for my children...On my son's birthday this week, I reflect back to when he was born and where he is now...(all 14 years)

I have had dreams for him but so has his Heavenly Papa... where does the tug of war stop that I allow Him who he belongs to --to begin and self-sufficiency to end in my little boys life... I see in the distance a life of prosperity, success and happiness...

That is what I dream of...

My God's own Son came for a purpose... as we all do...and His ways are not our ways. Jesus came to win... but in our eyes He lost...He lost the battle to win. So many times... we see situations that must be won by the worlds definition. Why? Sometimes, wars are to be lost. For the mere purpose of winning. Throughout the Bible, men and woman were defeated.

So, as I dream for my little boy and my children... I dream of.. a life of God's purpose...and with that God's strength and love.

Keeping our eyes on the light ahead.

Finally Make It Home

God’s timing is always perfect.... it amazes me how easy it is to accept that when something wonderful happens. But when we are waiting and watching, it doesn’t come so easy.

Today, I had the coolest experience...I arrived at a home of a patient that had just passed away. When I walked into the room where my patient was, the children were by the bed.

The son said, "I think he is still alive but it might be my imagination". This is so common. People hold onto every last ounce of hope. I could tell by looking at the patient, he was indeed gone. But I have to officially do my thing so while I was pronouncing (checking the vital signs and officially stating the patient has died) my patient.... I was about to say he was gone... but some one's cell phone went off with the song... "Finally made it home" by mercy me....I looked up with tears in my eyes....I told the family I couldn't have said it better...They, too, had tears in their eyes.

“Oh Dad, you are Home!”

How fortunate we are to get the confirmation that our loved one has made it to his destination.

When we finally make it Home!

Can You Have Your Cake And Eat It Too?

I have come to believe that...

living without God is like...

trying to separate and take back your ingredients of the cake...

After it's baked...

He Loves Me

We had a big discussion in Sunday School Sunday... what do we as "Christians" say when others ask us something we don't have the answer to....

Well... This is what I have come up with...

1. Whatever I say... I will ALWAYS come short of what God's Truth really is

2. All I know is I was blind and now I see

3. God loves me

And with that... nothing else matters

Update on Celeste 2

"'My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,' says the Lord. 'For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts." (Isaiah 55:8-9)

Life is a journey... Not a destination...

Please continue to lift Celeste and Dale up in prayers...

Celeste was put on Hospice today... Her cancer has advanced and now their wishes are to keep her comfortable...in her remaining days.

She desires to live to see her 40th birthday which is in just a few weeks...

I look back at how much Celeste has changed Dale's life... she is a true God-send to him. I can see her purpose there although God may see it in so many other things. I see her as a beautiful child of God that has been faithful to Him in many ways. Now she continues to hold on.... onto HIS endearing love.

I ask you to please pray for Dale... and for Celeste that she may experience a supernatural peace and comfort... that surpasses all understanding... but we know....where it comes from...not the medicine... not the disease... but from GOD Himself.

I thank you God -- for Celeste and her life.... her legacy!

Our Cruise

Heavenly Flowers

Song of Solomon 2:16 (The Message) “Delighting in the flowers until dawn breathes its light and night slips away…”

She was a kindhearted Christian woman. She worked hard raising her children to be the light of their Papa’s eyes. She took care of their home. And she loved her husband.

But the years have finally taken their toll. Her mind has began to fade and now a life-filled once with promise and expectation is filled with wait and wonder…

A waiting to be called Home…

A wonder of when…

Some days my patient and I just sat across from each other and sang. Some days… there was silence. She was happy most days just holding hands.

The other day, I sat across from her with my hands folded and it was then that she started to pick from my hands. I smiled at her and asked what she was doing. She said, “You have the most beautiful flowers, thank you.”

I was too anxious to move, frightened of spoiling a moment so sacred and so holy that I just held my breath. "Time to breathe", I thought as I watched her take her hand-filled bouquet of heavenly flowers and smell them. Maybe I too could catch the same aroma she seemed to be savoring.

I closed my eyes wondering if I could sense the Lord’s presence. Could I smell Heaven? Could I feel the brush of Angel wings? I do know I tasted Heaven once again, this time witnessing my purpose in her life.

As the night came, she slipped away… breathing in Heaven…delighting in dawn’s garden of Light…

What gifts are you carrying from the Father into lifes of others?

Let God Have Your Heart

1 John 4:4

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

I am weak... I cannot do this.... I will fail again....why can't I just do this one thing?

It is not for us to do...

But He who is in us...

Let God have your failures... your dreams.. your promises....

Let Him have your heart...

Can You Help Me Up?

(1 kings 19:11-12) The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.


“Why me God?” for I am not worthy; and these are the tears I cried as I realized what was unfolding before me. I ask God often why He puts me in these places of His holiness. I question my value. I just don’t have the answer. Nor does God stop putting me on journies that include His Holy Ground.

Moments before, my patient asked for help. “Please help me get up there.” He was pointing to the ceiling. At first, I thought he wanted up in the bed so I repositioned him. He smiled at me and said, “No, I mean up there.” Soon, I began to appreciate what he meant. The day before, we had prayed to our Lord for His will to be done. And now it was “time”.

I asked my patient what I could do to help him. Again, he pointed “up” and said, “I need to go.” I sat next to him, held his hand and then I said, “It’s ok for you to go now. We are here with your daughter and we have taken care of everything. "You can go rest now.” He nodded and smiled. He slowly closed his eyes.

I was gone from the house only 4 minutes when the call came. I was actually standing at the door of my next patient. The daughter cried, “Dad is gone, can you come back.” My next patient even said, “I will be praying for you and your family.”

Thoughts ran through my mind. I had been standing in the middle of Heavenly angels that had come to take my sweet patient Home. I guess I see it now looking back. A whole other world around me that sometimes makes me feel totally helpless. I felt sadness that I might have missed something Supernatural. Should I have pondered longer in these moments?

What could I have done different?

When I returned, I prayed over my patient. With gladness, he is Home now!

God knew my struggling heart, in that He sent me a message. As I got in my jeep to leave, a strong aroma of Gardenia’s passed me in a gentle breeze. “I am Home. Thank you.”

God had sent me a message letting me know that nothing we do is in vain.

We are all a sweet fragrance of His Son in all we do in His name…