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With Love, Hope, and Perseverance


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Sorting Through Memories

 

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I’m very close to finishing up with my dad’s room. Today, I finished the closet, except for some shirts. I already donated about 30 pairs of pants, or as my dad would say, trousers. After wrapping several years of receipts and tax records in paper bags and duct tape  and lugging them to the trash, I finally went to reach up to the top closet shelf. There were more tax records to wrap,  a picture of some general or colonel he must have served under, and finally a large padded envelope. What could it be? Something important, I imagined.

Inside the envelope was a thin red book with the Marine Corps emblem. Opening the book, I discovered it was a folder with my dad’s certificate of retirement after 20 years in the Corps and a photos of him with 17 other retirees in khaki uniforms. My dad was clearly the handsomest. But they made a mistake on the date! The certificate says he retired in 1979. But he retired in June of 1969 right after I finished 6th grade. Oh, well.

I carried the red folder in the chair I keep in my dad’s room, my grief chair, where I go to feeling my feelings, and cried. I’m not sure if it was the significance of the retirement certificate or that I hadn’t cried in a while and have been working intensely on this room for a few days. Then Doodle came in, tail wagging and a concerned look in her big brown eyes. She can be a sweet dog sometimes.

I took a breath and decided to talk to my parents:

“I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you more when you were alive. All the challenges and struggles you went through. Your strength. Your courage. Your faith. Thank you for passing that on to me. If you can, guide me, help me to pass that on to my children, even though they are grown.”

My parents responded:

You’ve done a good job. We are proud of you. Just keep setting a good example. Love them. Don’t be afraid to tell them, “Jesus loves you.” He does love them, and he loves you, too.

Talking to my parents helped. Their message helped. Crying helped.

My father’s retirement must have been a big deal. Definitely a relief, but maybe a little scary. Like my retirement. If I’d gotten a retirement certificate, I would’ve hung it on the wall. Or at least the refrigerator.

My father is the person who told me when I was 12 years old, “Nothing is impossible.” His words made an impression. But now, I realize that his life made even more of an impression. Even after his 20 years of military service, my parents faced and overcame big challenges. They want me to clarify that they couldn’t have done it without Jesus.

I still have a little more of Dad’s desk to clean out. No telling what I’ll find there. He saved everything. There’s a cigar box full of shoe laces. And I will never have to buy paper clips again. Here are some things I’ve found in and around my dad’s desk. You never know when you might need some carbon paper.

stuff from dads desk

Later I spent a couple of hours making a collage from one of Mom’s old angel calendars. It was an intensely fun diversion. I think the hands are interesting.

Angel Calenar Collage

Tomorrow, I switch gears and get some yellow paint samples for the kitchen!

 


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Sometimes it isn’t about the answer….

I waited a long time for an answer to my prayer – though in the grand scheme of things, it was a blink of God’s eye. During that wait I learned to love myself as a single person. I learned to honor what is important to me. I learned to trust that God had a plan and to accept that it would be good, even if it meant I would stay single for the rest of my life. I knew God loved me and wanted me to be happy. I learned to forgive myself and others. I’m still learning. And the answer to my prayer was pretty good, too. 🙂

Sacred Touches

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**Photo taken in her yard by Natalie; text added by Natalie

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Calling on Angels to Send the Rain West

Ocean Angel retake (2)

 

Why so much rain on the east coast?

Praying it goes where it’s needed most.

Calling on angels to gather our rains

Deliver it westward to quiet the flames.

Push rain clouds to the smoke filled sky.

Hurry please, before others die.

Protect those working to make a stand.

Quench the thirst of parched dry land.

Calling on angels to gather our rains

Deliver it westward to quiet the flames.

….

A second response to yesterday’s SOCS prompt: Call

Sometimes I wish I’d written something different for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. Here on the Carolina coast, we’ve already met our national rainfall average for the year. We don’t need any more, and I’m hearing thunder again. It just doesn’t make sense. I’m asking God and calling on angels to send just the right amount of rain west to California or anywhere that it’s needed to gently eliminate the fires. My husband who was once a fire fighter tells me a light rain will be best to prevent mudslides since there is little or no vegetation to hold back a lot of rain. A light rain will help those fighting the fires to get their work done more quickly. So let’s pray for steady light rain and safety for all.


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Sunset Skies

I’ll be cutting back on my blogging over the next couple of weeks to give more time to family,  household projects, and writing. But I still plan to drop in for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Good News Tuesday.

Here are some photos I took this month at the inlet.

Happy Summer!
clouds in pnk over dunes

Yeah, I might have enhanced this color just a little.

dune shadows

I always wanted long legs. Ta da!

Dave and osprey in clouds

I believe that’s an osprey up in the clouds.

bird incoming

A Black Skimmer Coming back to the Sanctuary

pink clouds and line of sea oats

Sea Oats Waving in the Breeze

sea oats on sand dune at dusk

Yes, I really like sea oats.

pink clouds and matching wave lines

I like how the lines in the water and sky compliment each other.

pink dancing tornado cloud

This cloud reminds me of a tornado. But it’s not.

sunset PINK with yellow

I did not enhance these last two.  This is how the sky looked!

sunset scarlet with bird

You never know what God’s going to paint in the sky to say, “I love you.”

 


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Great Spirit

SOC winner 2017

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “reservation.” It’s got me in a serious mood for the moment. I’m thinking about American Indians in the US being pushed aside and forced to live on reservations. In my high school English class we had to read, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. I’m glad we did because we need to know what happened.   There are a couple of horrible scenes from that book that remain with me these 44 years later. How can it be that long? How can it be that what happened on the Trail of Tears is not talked about much anymore in the news. Yes, it’s history. But that is where my mind is going. It was such an injustice. Poverty and hardship still weigh heavily on the natives of my country. I am sorry.

Reservations can be made for something better. A better world may come if we create it. If we can. And we can, because anything is possible. Sometimes I want to hide and sometimes I want to change the world in small ways, making ripples of hope and kindness. I can get caught up in looking for log cabins in the mountains to reserve for escape. I suppose we need balance – working to make things better and taking care of ourselves – are both necessary.

Singing helps me. Years ago, I learned some Native American chants in a meditation class. I found this one in my beloved Earth Prayers book later. This is how I learned it:

Where we sit is holy

Holy is the ground

Forest, Mountain, River

Listen to the sound.

Great Spirit circle

All around us.

Holy is the ground. Let us reserve and preserve the forest, mountains, and rivers in the way our Creator made them. Creator, Great Spirit, God, Goddess – I believe they are all the same. Let us find our common ground for that is holy. Our common ground can save us. Great Spirit circle all around us.

 

For more Streams of Consciousness, please visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/06/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-16-18

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

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A “Christian, Libertarian, Environmentalist, Capitalist, Lunatic Farmer”

“We need to actually come alongside God as his hands and his feet as we interact and care-take this gift of a beautiful blue planet.”   __ Joel Salatin

I recently discovered Joel Salatin, a self-described “Christian, libertarian, environmentalist, capitalist, lunatic farmer.” While I don’t believe everything he believes (who does?) and I’m still a vegetarian (mostly),  I appreciate how he thinks outside traditional boxes. I applaud his efforts as a pioneer for compassionate stewardship and a healthier planet.

 

For further reading:

“Behold the Glory of Pigs”

Nature if Sacred Stuff


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One-Liner Wednesday: Dirt

water flooded street from pixabay

There’s a reason God made dirt instead of pavement.

 

Actually, there are many reasons. Feel free to comment on the value of dirt.

One-Liner Wednesday is brought to you by Linda G. Hill. Find more one-liner’s here:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/04/11/one-liner-wednesday-who-are-you/

One liner Weds 2017

The rules for One-Liner Wednesday that we don’t always follow are:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

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