Tuesday, January 29, 2013
My Pensive Heart: Sassie's Prayer
My Pensive Heart: Sassie's Prayer: I needed to blog about something so sweet. First, I know there are some of you that know about my precious little Sassie. She is a black a...
Sassie's Prayer
I needed to blog about something so sweet. First, I know there are some of you that know about my precious little Sassie. She is a black and white long haired rat terrier mix. We rescued her when she was about 3 years old and she as been the most precious pup anyone could have. God blessed her in our lives. There were 2 things that were precious to Sassie and that was her stuffed dog "Baby" and her love for music. Especially the Phantom of the Opera and Christmas music. I'mnot talking about instrumental music....but people that sing. She loved singing!!! We would have the hardest time listening to the TV if someone was singing a song she liked cause she had to sing along and sing she would as loud as she could.
Well Sassie is coming up in years and she is now arthritic and blind. She's been doing very well until these past couple of weeks. I think she has become more aware of her blindness because it has made her extremely restless. I believe she has a bit of Alzheimer's too. She has developed this whining to barking thing and litterally driving us mad. I had been up all night with her due to her relestlessness and whining. Not really sure what she is needing. It has been very frustrating, and sad trying to figure out what she wants. I figured out some of the whining issues being she hungry, needs to "go", or she has cornered hereself in remote parts of the house. But it's those times when I have no clue "WHAT?". I've tried keeping her in a play pen that helps to some extent. My patience has been running on thin ice with her.
Last night she was in one of her whiny moods and extremely restless. I'm thinking, "GREAT I need some sleep and I can't go another night of this." I gather her up in my arms and rocked her trying to calm her down. And then I remember how much she loved her music and started singing the Lord's Prayer. I sang it low in her ears as I cuddled and rocked her and the most amazing thing happened. She started trying to sing with me. OMG!!! She was singing again....her little raspy voice straining to help me sing.....After the song, she relaxed and I said to her, "Baby we've said our prayers it's night, night time". I placed her in her bed and there was no whimper, whine or restlessness at all. NONE!! I woke this morning realizing she and I had slept all night. Even now, I fed her breakfast and she is content and happy on her pallet next me in my office. Not one whimper, not one fussiness but PEACE. WOW!!! Is God amazing or what? Oh but that sweet voice of her's last night singing again. Something I haven't heard her do in a really long time. So precious...She loves God too!!
Dear God,
Thank you BLESSED FATHER, for a sweet night and such a peaceful morning. Thank you for loving my little Sas and giving her a peaceful night. Thank you Father for her gift of song, I had forgotten how she loved to sing. Last night was such a sweet treat. Thank you is all I can say....Thank you....In Jesus name I pray.
Well Sassie is coming up in years and she is now arthritic and blind. She's been doing very well until these past couple of weeks. I think she has become more aware of her blindness because it has made her extremely restless. I believe she has a bit of Alzheimer's too. She has developed this whining to barking thing and litterally driving us mad. I had been up all night with her due to her relestlessness and whining. Not really sure what she is needing. It has been very frustrating, and sad trying to figure out what she wants. I figured out some of the whining issues being she hungry, needs to "go", or she has cornered hereself in remote parts of the house. But it's those times when I have no clue "WHAT?". I've tried keeping her in a play pen that helps to some extent. My patience has been running on thin ice with her.
Last night she was in one of her whiny moods and extremely restless. I'm thinking, "GREAT I need some sleep and I can't go another night of this." I gather her up in my arms and rocked her trying to calm her down. And then I remember how much she loved her music and started singing the Lord's Prayer. I sang it low in her ears as I cuddled and rocked her and the most amazing thing happened. She started trying to sing with me. OMG!!! She was singing again....her little raspy voice straining to help me sing.....After the song, she relaxed and I said to her, "Baby we've said our prayers it's night, night time". I placed her in her bed and there was no whimper, whine or restlessness at all. NONE!! I woke this morning realizing she and I had slept all night. Even now, I fed her breakfast and she is content and happy on her pallet next me in my office. Not one whimper, not one fussiness but PEACE. WOW!!! Is God amazing or what? Oh but that sweet voice of her's last night singing again. Something I haven't heard her do in a really long time. So precious...She loves God too!!
Dear God,
Thank you BLESSED FATHER, for a sweet night and such a peaceful morning. Thank you for loving my little Sas and giving her a peaceful night. Thank you Father for her gift of song, I had forgotten how she loved to sing. Last night was such a sweet treat. Thank you is all I can say....Thank you....In Jesus name I pray.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
My Pensive Heart: Day 5 - Waiting to be Found
My Pensive Heart: Day 5 - Waiting to be Found: http://sanctuaryofwomen.com/womenschristmasretreat2013.html Man O Man!!! I wish I could share all the response to everyone that ...
Day 5 - Waiting to be Found
Man O Man!!! I wish I could share all the response to everyone that reads my blog of all the women that are participating the email retreat going on. Lots of wonderful entries. Enjoy each one so much. It amazes me all the different view points and journeys that everyone experiences or sees.
Today is about dreams - Questions are given as follows:
Are there images, motifs, story lines that recur in your dreams? What invitation might this hold for you? Is there a journey waiting for you in your own neighborhood—the place where you are right now; some treasure that waits to be found by entering the familiar in a new way?God has given me several dreams that I believe were given at certain times of my life but was a puzzle to the reality of the journey God wanted me to take that I'm just now seeing....I'm a late bloomer...God sometimes has to hit me over the head for me to GET IT!!! And did back in October.
Several years ago, God gave me a dream where Jesus and God was there in a mist of a war and I was in a fox hole trying to steer away from the bombs bursting around me. Jesus was standing above me and God was shining brightly behind Him and Jesus said to me...."You, Ava, know the secrets. And you know what you need to do with them. Go tell it to the world." Well, I woke up in awe because that was the very first time I've EVER dreamed of Jesus or God much less of them BOTH in the same dream....I went to my ESword Bible program and entered in the word "secret" and pull every scripture with that word or the word "mystery" and wrote them down. Basically meant was just share God, Jesus and God's word to others.
I love God's word so sharing to others is not a problem....YAY!! That's easy. Then another dream came:
I dreamed of me being in a large room that was divided into sections. Each section was a room but there was nothing in any of the rooms but one. I remember one section of the room was filled with all kinds of canvas, pencils, colors, books, paint, brushes every tool you can imagine to create anything and everything that could be created was in this small little room. I just remembering how neat that room was...It was just all about me....CREATIVE.....I felt I could just live in that room....then I was veered to a very large room where there was an argument going on about moving a wall and the cost of it being moved and how it was going to be painted or covered. Then a bunch of us were sitting around a table fixing to each lunch and we got to talking about God and I was being teased about my faith. I remember someone asking me about my faith and if I really believed and I told him at another time, I could tell him stories that would make him believe. That was the end of that dream...which to me meant that God has so many doors and sections of life that I haven't even tapped into and I just need to use my God given CREATIVITY to tap in the secrets He has planned for me.
Well a few months later....I was laid off. I do believe that dream was telling me something is down the road. Now a lot of other coincidences (God thing) has happen and brought me to establishing my own agency. I believe God has veered me down this journey...too many open doors that make me not believe. And to think this reality of my own business is right here in my own home and in a business that I've been in for 37 years and never dreamed of doing it on my own.
Dreams are powerful....don't ignore them...when I can remember a dream...I write it down because I feel God is trying to tell me something.
I have a recurring person in a dream I'm struggling with now and not sure what it means but I'm sure one day I will figure it out.
My Pensive Heart: Day 4 - Maps
My Pensive Heart: Day 4 - Maps: http://sanctuaryofwomen.com/womenschristmasretreat2013.html I'm so touched by all of the responses each email I read. When I was on the c...
Day 4 - Maps
http://sanctuaryofwomen.com/womenschristmasretreat2013.html
I'm so touched by all of the responses each email I read. When I was on the computer today, there was a wrinkle advertisement and showed a wrinkled up pair of hands and the advertisement said something to the fact that if you don't take care of your skin your skin would look like the hands in the photo. It was after reading all the post for the day which made me so aware of hands. I looked at that advertisement photo of the hands and if just reminded me a grandmother hands. It didn't look bad to me. They looked kind, loving...just because they are all gnarled and withered looking doesn't mean they are ugly as the advertisement tried to imply.
My hands have become exactly like my mother's hands. I look at them on occasion and realize how I look like and aging just like my mother. I have same wrinkles, the same bulging knuckles and the same textured fingernails. I sometimes look in the mirror and see my mother all the time.
My hands have held my son at birth to a hug and brush through hair of the man that he has become. My hands have carried food and dishes at a restaurant. Cooked many a meals for my family. Crafted gifts galore for friends and family. Painted with brushes, canvas, to a digital pad to create my fantasies on a computer screen. My hands have typed on typewriters to the 22nd century computers and smart phones. From past to present my hands have been busy, writing, typing my thoughts, from negative hatred to positive love of God. Through my hands of writing and typing I found God.
Now dreaming of the future, I pray to be able to hold a grandchild and if it is the will of God, perhaps several grandchildren or GREAT grandchildren. To be able hold and read to them from God's word with even more gnarled and withered hands brushing along the pages as my dear grandchildren listen and watch my hands tell His story. Praying they will remember the love in my own hands.
I'm so touched by all of the responses each email I read. When I was on the computer today, there was a wrinkle advertisement and showed a wrinkled up pair of hands and the advertisement said something to the fact that if you don't take care of your skin your skin would look like the hands in the photo. It was after reading all the post for the day which made me so aware of hands. I looked at that advertisement photo of the hands and if just reminded me a grandmother hands. It didn't look bad to me. They looked kind, loving...just because they are all gnarled and withered looking doesn't mean they are ugly as the advertisement tried to imply.
My hands have become exactly like my mother's hands. I look at them on occasion and realize how I look like and aging just like my mother. I have same wrinkles, the same bulging knuckles and the same textured fingernails. I sometimes look in the mirror and see my mother all the time.
My hands have held my son at birth to a hug and brush through hair of the man that he has become. My hands have carried food and dishes at a restaurant. Cooked many a meals for my family. Crafted gifts galore for friends and family. Painted with brushes, canvas, to a digital pad to create my fantasies on a computer screen. My hands have typed on typewriters to the 22nd century computers and smart phones. From past to present my hands have been busy, writing, typing my thoughts, from negative hatred to positive love of God. Through my hands of writing and typing I found God.
Now dreaming of the future, I pray to be able to hold a grandchild and if it is the will of God, perhaps several grandchildren or GREAT grandchildren. To be able hold and read to them from God's word with even more gnarled and withered hands brushing along the pages as my dear grandchildren listen and watch my hands tell His story. Praying they will remember the love in my own hands.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
My Pensive Heart: Day 3 For Those Who Have Far to Travel
My Pensive Heart: Day 3 For Those Who Have Far to Travel: http://sanctuaryofwomen.com/womenschristmasretreat2013.html Page 8 and 9 The poem "An Epiphany Blessing" Wow!! Beautiful poem.....I wi...
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