Forgiveness

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Forgiveness is not easy

at any age we try,

for we often carry with us

harsh feelings til we die.

 

Found on 2-3-16. Facebook Timeline. Sojourners Path.

It takes a little patience,

and it takes a hurting heart

that wants to reconcile

what tears you both apart.

 

Is the person who hurt you,

important in your life?

What do you gain or lose

by keeping up the strife?

 

It takes an honest soul

willing to look inside

and own part of the blame,

while swallowing one’s pride.

 

There must be restitution

and a need to apologize,

a mindset toward acceptance

and a want to compromise.

 

We all need forgiveness,

to feel peace within;

Even God will forgive us

when we stumble and sin.

 

If God who is Holy

can accept us when we fall,

why should we hesitate

to tear down a wall?

 -Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

 

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Coping As A Child.

This time of the year brings back the joy of nature with Spring around the corner. Yu/stan/kema

REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL

When I was a child, life was difficult. My parents were both alcoholics, both violent, and money and food were scarce. In looking back at that particular period of time in my life, I have many good memories… memories of being a happy child. The memories were of me coping in the best way I knew how to cope.

One of the ways I coped, was getting outdoors and  discovering what beauty was there for the taking, and to focus mindfully on it. My yard was crammed full of bushes, trees, and flowers. They grew on their own and nature watered them. There was a bridal wreath spiraea bush that grew in my front yard. My siblings and I would cut the  flower branches off, weave them in a crown, and wear them on our heads. In our mind’s eye, we were kings and queens for a day. The branches…

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Good Things In Life.

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There is little in this world

That can touch the soul, 

Like someone accepting us

And making us feel whole.

 

There is no place on earth 

Where we would rather be,

Then with one who walks with us

On the road to Calvary.

 

It is rare to find someone,

Who shares our hopes and fears,

and offers to stay with us and

wipes away our tears.

 

For deep inside our heart,

We treasure a safe place,

Where we can go for nourishment,

And peace we can’t erase.

Yu/stan/kema.

The Value Of Questions.

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Have you ever been left

to take care of yourself,

abandoned at the age of four,

because you had bad health,

and no one loved you more?

 

Have you ever been lost

in a sea of people

and could not find your way,

so you looked for a near-by steeple,

a place where you could pray?

 

Have you knelt by a pew

with your head hung low

and felt so empty within,

you wished God loved you so,

and would wash away your sin?

 

For the hungry heart needs

more than good food to eat,

It needs faith, hope, and love

and fellowship that’s sweet

To reach heaven above.

Yu/stan/kema.

Taking A Life.

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When the night falls gently

On the earth below

And stars shoot across the sky,

I hold in my hand a hunting bow

As I ask myself why,

Something must die tonight.

 

Do I have the desire

To take a life without asking,

“Is this essential or not?”

“Or should I give back lasting

Life to the prey I had sought?”

Does selfish want make it right?

 

I pull the arrow back

And I sense the deer is strong.

I can’t let the arrow go,

For I feel it is wrong.

The deer is not my foe.

My values, I hold tight.

 

I kneel and let it fall,

My bow upon the ground.

I feel my spirit soar

For peace and love abound.

I find I can’t ignore

The coming of God’s light.

Yu/stan/kema.

A Promise of Renewal.

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  The willows bend down

  Before the mighty storms.

  Clouds race across the sky 

  In different shapes and forms.

 

  Brown leaves shake in the winter.                            

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-16-16. Taken by Jim Tanselle.

  Fallen acorns burrow in the earth.

  All seems dead and forgotten,

  But spring brings forth new birth.

 

  Strong men bend

  Before the storms in life,

  As they keep struggling

  Against endless strife.

 

  Human eyes reflect

  Sadness, and pain

  Until they realize

  Christ is coming again.

  Yu/stan/kema

 

How We Spend Time Is Important.

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I lost the things that mattered

By the end of my life.

I overcame big obstacles

And coped with bitter strife.

 

I never gave up and thought

I could turn my life around

And have the things I dreamed of

By the time I was heaven-bound.

 

But life is full of surprises when

We don’t get what we need.

We spend time pleasing others.

It’s ourselves we don’t feed.

 

We chase ghosts from the past,

And go on pointless quests.

We forget to enjoy sunrises

Or take the time to rest.

 

It is only in later years,

We are wise enough to see,

Living in the here and now

Is what will set us free.

 

The greatest goal in life

Is to experience the release

We feel when we let go

To embrace moments of peace.

Yu/stan/kema

A Child Wonders Why.

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“Mama, Why do the stars shine bright

Above us at night?”

“God gives us flashlights to guide us

So we’ll be alright.”

 

“Why does the sun come and go                                       

Found on Pinterest on 5-30-17. Painting of Vicente Romero. Polly Weitering Art Paintings.

Every day we are here?”

“God let’s us know He’s faithful.

Though invisible, He’s  near.”

 

“Mama, Why does the rain fall

And where does it go?”

“God waters the flowers, trees, and grass

Because He loves them so.”

 

“Will you always love me, Mama,

No matter what I do?”

“Always my child, forever and ever,

Just as God loves us too.”

Yu/stan/kema

Poems That Often Reflect One’s Life.#2: “You Never Can Tell,” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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What Kind Of Country Do I Want To Build?

Most of the time, I think in terms of where I want to live. In the last two years, I  became aware that I was focusing on the wrong thing. I should have asked instead, “What kind of Country do I want to build?” No matter where I go or live, I can choose to help create what kind of Country I want. A Country is made up of people, values, a way of life, and an image of what it stands for. A Country also has resources and it makes decisions on how it divides the resources among its population. It determines what should be done when strangers approach.

In the past, people became involved in what was being built. Each person was encouraged to participate in the process whether it was a barn raising, forming a Church, starting a school, or collectively meeting together to decide on values to uphold and rules all should abide by. The schools, churches, and homes were aware they needed to be instruments in informing others what the boundaries would be, the rules to be obeyed, the values upheld, and how other people would be treated.

Somewhere along the way, we became distracted by the internet, the cell phones, and allowing the media to reflect back to us its views of what was acceptable behavior, what words to use, and how to treat other people. We became slaves of time. We stopped building and was content to let others take the responsibility of deciding for us what kind of Country we would live in. As a result, we ended up living in a place where chaos was normal and peace was hard to find. Owning up to your own mistakes became a rarity. Blaming others for everything, and treating minorities with no respect became the new normal. Hatred and dividing others became goals. Parents gave up or were too tired to teach children how to behave,what to expect, and what values to claim and live by. We stopped building our Country and became passive.

To build again will take everyone deciding and changing his words, his actions, and his thoughts. Each person needs to see how he influences and impacts others. Ella Wheeler Wilcox wrote about this in a poem: “You Never Can Tell.” Here are a few last stanzas of the poem:

“You never can tell when you do an act

Just what the result will be,

But with every deed you are sowing a seed,

Though the harvest you may not see.

Each kindly act is an acorn dropped

In God’s productive soil;

You may not know, but the tree shall grow

With shelter for those who toil.

 

You never can tell what your thoughts will do

In bringing you hate or love,

For thoughts are things, and their airy wings

Are swifter than carrier doves.

They follow the law of the universe,

Each thing must create its kind,

And they speed o’er the track to bring you back

Whatever went out from your mind.”

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

 

Yu/stan/kema

Navigating The Obstacles Of Growing Old.

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No one has the courage to tell you about the perils of growing old. You have to learn about them the hard way, through personal experience, and by then, it’s too late. Growing old is “not a piece of cake.” It lasts for years and some years are filled with losses, more than a body can bear.

First of all, after the age of 60, I started to notice muscles and skin sagging underneath My chin. I knew if I did nothing, the skin flap would increase in size and would wobble to and fro if I walked. The thought sent tremors up and down my spine. An icicle of fear threatened to stab me through the heart. Who wants to look like a turkey gobbler? I don’t know a single friend who would jump at the chance to look like one. Ever since I looked in the mirror, I have been religiously grimacing in bed  or in front of the TV. It works wonders in tightening up the neck. I don’t do it in front of other people, if you were wondering.

Secondly, just when my hair was looking perfect, it started turning gray, and single hair strands started falling from my head into the bathroom sink. Without fail, it was a weekly occurrence. Just my luck, I thought, to end up with pink gaps in my hair. I learned to be creative when combing and parting my hair  to hide the hairless spots.

Thirdly, my skin became thin and dry.  Bumping it, made it bleed. I now carry a first aid kit in my purse. My skin began to itch like crazy. Taking hot showers made it worse. I found drinking water helped and slathering plenty of skin lotion daily keeps the skin moist. Brown spots became more prevalent. Some people use milk or lemon juice to lighten the spots. Mine just kept coming, so I had to accept the fact they would be with me always. I moved on to more interesting things in life.

Fourth, in growing old, I learned to listen to my body. When your body tells you to go, drop everything and run like hell. Don’t hesitate or stop to chat. Treat it like an emergency, because it is. I learned kneeling or bending down for too long can cause my joints to freeze. They also have a tendency to snap, crackle, and pop. Sitting in a chair is quieter. My balance became worse as I grew older. I had a tendency to bump into doorways. My eyesight started to fade and I had cataract surgery. I started to read less.

Fifth, My fine motor skills took a hit as I grew older. I started dropping things I picked up. It took me an hour to thread a needle. Eating became more of a challenge. Putting  food in my mouth was tricky. Keeping my clothes clean was an ordeal. I even considered carrying a bib with me, but I had too much pride. Ladies don’t wear bibs in a restaurant, I told myself. 

Sixth, I found my energy level decreasing. I would try to read or watch TV and fall asleep. I would go to the store and shop for groceries. If I was tired, I would fall asleep pushing my cart. I slept less at night and ate two meals a day instead of three. My taste buds changed. As a result, I am no longer addicted to chocolate.

Last, my memory suffered as the years passed. Once a whiz at multitasking, I now had trouble talking and driving at the same time. I sometimes misplaced my glasses to find them later sitting on my nose. I have at times questioned whether I had fed the dogs, or misplaced my keys. I have chatted with a friend on the phone and when interrupted, I could not remember what we were talking about. Overtime, I learned to set up strategies to deal with the obstacles I had in aging.

Growing old has benefits. Past memories often come as real as a flashback. The sights and sounds of memories with my son as a child are so vivid. I became introspective and more mindful of my surroundings. I asked questions, valued relationships, and took time to be present. I wanted my life to have meaning. I searched for God daily, took the time to help others, and became increasingly aware of how much I did not know. I cared less about what others opinions were of me, and I listened more to the real me. I am becoming less enslaved by time, and I am slowly accepting the process of growing older.

Yu/stan/kema.