Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts

Saturday, August 30, 2014

I'M SICK. POOR ME. *BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT!*

I feel horrible. I got home from Germany on Thursday w/ acute bronchitis.
Yep, home, doctor, bed. 
I told my sister just a few minutes ago that I had to write this blog post right now 
even while I'm feeling icky because it's so important.
No pictures to attach - I don't feel well enough to search my photos 
for ones that would work. So, this time you just get my words.

Here's my question.
What the heck is going on people??
When did we stop showing our love, our gratitude, our blessings, 
when did we stop care giving, when did we stop saying thank you, 
making our family more important than our job, our gym, our phone, our hobbies??
And, of course, my rant comes from a couple of things that have happened recently. 
...And running with it on the phone with Joan!

There are many qualities of etiquette that have changed over the last 45 years when I was a teen and taking etiquette classes. Things that have changed from 25 years ago when I was raising my boys and passing on what I believed in from my upbringing. 
But, there are some things that should never change. #Never

We have become so busy, I think, that we've lost sight of what's important.
When we get God first, family second and job third out of order, we quickly begin the snowball that becomes the size of Frosty; rolling rolling rolling. 
So busy, busy, busy. No time to think about anything but work. 
Too tired to think about anything but work.

There's many examples and they don't all include work, but a lot do.
I'm 61 this year and didn't realize my age to the extent I do now, not until I saw 
a particular wedding picture that had my two daughter-in-laws being hugged from the side by me, their mother-in-law. Oh, how I hate that term. The photo showed me looking like I look to everyone but me. In reality, I'm 61 years old. #61 And, I have the etiquette standards of someone "old".
So be it. I'm old. I look old in the wedding picture. So embarrassing when you have no idea you look old. But, I have etiquette values that I try (sometimes unsuccessfully) to hold as a standard in the way I live my life. And, those values are a good thing.

Putting God first has never been an issue. My problem has been not letting my physical adventures get in the way of keeping my family first. Not really an issue for me unless it involves getting a birthday present or Christmas presents in the mail on time!

When you are the one that is aware and believes in certain points of etiquette and those around you don't practice the same, it can be very hard not to be in a state of disappointment. That's where prayer saves my life. Well, most times. Sometimes one just can't help but be in a state of disappointment for a few moments.

So, what are those points of etiquette that I think are so vitally important and that have, for the most part, been pushed to the wayside?

1. If you receive a card or handwritten letter in the mail, you need to acknowledge that. A simple text message thanking the sender is adequate according to the Etiquette Book of Jan (though I seriously abhor text messaging as a way of communication). It works here and let's the sender know that it not only arrived, but that you appreciate the time it took the sender to "think of you".

2. If you receive a package in the mail - a birthday present, Christmas presents, a "just because" present, any "gift" - you simply must acknowledge receipt of it along with a heartfelt thank you. It's so hard in this day and age to find time for extras (isn't that basically what this post is about??) that getting a present put in the mail is a bit of a chore. All of the time involved, the $$...it's a sincere act of love. And, it deserves a thank you. It deserves more than a text message. Try a phone call, an email, a written note. Do something (but, please don't send a text).

3. After God, make sure you're putting your family first. That begins with you and your partner, your children and your extended family. And, may I say something here that will no doubt make some of you roll your eyes??

When you, my child, "fly the coop" and start becoming your own person and then roll into being your own person? Don't forget your parents. Don't forget your mom. God made you whom you are through the efforts of your parents. And, speaking as a mom, I am still your mom. And, though no longer #1 in your life, I'm your biggest supporter, your biggest fan and, even if you've forgotten, your first love. So, just because you're now an adult, don't make the mistake of cutting your mom/your parents out of your life. Seriously? Not going to be around forever and speaking from experience, don't waste the time you have now to get to know me/us as people, not just as your parents. We're more awesome than you even realize. But to know that, you have to get to know us. (Do you know your mom's favorite dessert? Her favorite movie? Her favorite scripture? Her favorite outside pastime? Stories of great adventure and fun from her past? Her college days? Etc., etc., etc......)

So, there, I've said all I came to say. Maybe I said too much. But, I stand by what I said. 
I hope I said it clearly enough that it makes sense.
I would love your feedback. Disagreement said in a kind way is welcome.
The End.

Be blessed. Be a blessing. 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

BELIEVE IN MIRACLES? YOU SHOULD.

I have been waiting to write this post.
Waiting to know for sure
because it's so new.
It's just day's new.
But, I have some friends that
deserve not to have to wait
a minute longer to hear 
what God has orchestrated.
Friends that have been praying for us, supporting us,
loving us, caring for us.
Through all of my tears, 
uncontrollable sobbing,
despair,
fear and hard prayer,
God was always there.
And I knew that in my heart.
I have always known that God was there
supporting me even more 
than even my dearest friends.
That didn't mean that I couldn't be sad.
He doesn't expect us to go through life
smiling all of the time.
Just believing all of the time.

He was also working in
other's lives. 
(He's the ultimate multi-tasker).
He has been working in
the people's lives who were
working with my mom.
Doctors, nurses, caregivers,
my brothers and sisters.

He has blessed my mom with
the best care and the most wonderful
caregivers and children.
All working for what's best for mom.

Mom was settled in a most wonderful
memory care facility for dementia patients.
She has had doctors that changed her meds
for the better, and
children that have given up time
and money to protect mom and do what's
best for her.
I can't press that point enough.
Because, you see, a miracle has happened.
Remember that this all started with mom falling
asleep at the wheel because she hadn't slept
for seven days? 
That inability to sleep continued for two months.
She would sleep for a couple of hours
now and then, but never fully slept.
Her doctor was changed,
her meds were changed 
several times.
There's so much information that
I'm just going to leave it at that.

When mom was settled in the memory care
facility, her life took a dramatic turn.
She started sleeping.
Her sleep meds were changed by
a new doctor and the meds
worked. 
They worked.
They worked.
They worked.
Mom has slept every night since
December 6th.

Sleep deprivation postures 
dementia.
She has grown stronger
and more like my mom by the day.

She still has moments of confusion
(If you know me, 
you're thinking that it's genetic),
but SHE IS BACK.

PRAISE GOD.
PRAISE GOD.
PRAISE GOD.

It is her desire to live at the ranch 
with Frank, me and our "doggies".

So, I'm on my way to Kalamazoo 
to see my mom and
to bring her home.
Annette is flying up to drive
back with me.
When we made those plans
little did we know that we'd
be bringing my mom and her Sophie
back with us.
YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Thank you for your prayers, support, cards to mom 
and for your love,
Jan
"here i come, Sister"

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I GOT TO KISS MY BABY GIRL ON THE CHEEK

I GOT TO KISS MY BABY GIRL, BRAT, ON THE CHEEK.

SHE WAS LYING IN HER HOSPITAL BED

WHEN I ARRIVED ON MONDAY

AND MY KNEES ALMOST BUCKLED WHEN I SAW HER.
ALL OF THE FEAR, UNCERTAINTY AND CONCERN

WERE WIPED AWAY

AS I CAME TO THE REALIZATION

THAT MY BRAT WAS GOING TO BE OKAY.
I KNEW WHEN I SAW HER THAT

GOD WAS ANSWERING ALL OF THE PRAYERS

SENT TO HIM.

I HAD KNOWN THAT SINCE I GOT NEWS

OF THE ACCIDENT,

BUT SEEING HER PUT A SHAKY HEART TO REST.
WE'RE ALLOWED TO HAVE A SHAKY HEART.

GOD KNOWS THAT WE SOMETIMES FEEL

UNCERTAINTY, A MOMENT OF FEAR.....

WE'RE ALLOWED TO HAVE WHAT I CALL 'MOMENTS'.

WE JUST HAVE TO KEEP THEM IN CHECK.
SEEING MY LITTLE GIRL SMILE AT ME

MADE ME FEEL SO AMAZING.

OH, HOW I HAD BEEN LIVING FOR THAT SMILE.

TO SEE HER, TO BE ABLE TO TOUCH HER,

RUB HER ARM GENTLY

AND TALK SOFTLY TO HER;
HAD ME ON MY KNEES (MENTALLY)

PRAISING MY LORD

"OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU..."
I WAS ABLE TO SLEEP ON A COT IN BRAT'S ROOM

ON MONDAY NIGHT.

THAT'D BE WHY I WAS NAPPING ON TUESDAY

ALONG WITH THE DRUGGED PATIENT.
THE STAFF AT ST. DAVID'S MEDICAL CENTER

IN ROUND ROCK TOOK EXCELLENT CARE OF BRAT.

THIS IS A PHOTO OF BRITTANY AND

ONE OF HER FAVORITE NURSES.

AND, I SIMPLY MUST SAY THAT BRAT WAS

AN EASY PATIENT TO NURSE.

SHE IS SUCH A BRAVE YOUNG WOMAN.
MY GIFT TO BRAT ON THIS VISIT WAS

A DARLING PICTURE OF HER AND HER FIANCE, WILL.

THAT WAS ON DAY ONE.

DAY TWO I TAPED UP THE NOT-SO-PRECIOUS,

BUT GUARANTEED TO MAKE HER LAUGH OUT LOUD,

HAIRY PHOTO OF HER AND WILL.

IT WAS SUCH A BLESSING TO HEAR HER LAUGH.



BRAT IS NOW AT A REHAB FACILITY,

STILL NEEDING OUR PRAYERS.

SHE'S ON HER WAY TO BEING WHOLE AGAIN.

AND FOR THAT, I PRAISE GOD.

I PRAISE HIM THE WHOLE DAY LONG

BECAUSE HE HAS MY DARLING BRITTANY

IN HIS HANDS.

I love you all,
      Jan

Friday, February 11, 2011

MOVE! BUSY THOSE HANDS! BUSY YOUR MIND!

 Move, Jan!

Busy those hands, Jan!

Busy your mind, Jan!
 And it will free your spirit for prayer.

Your fears, your longings, your troubles, they won't disappear,

but, you'll be able to hear God as he encourages you.

And, you'll remember to allow him to carry your burdens.
 And, that's what I did.

I started with the Creepy Doll room

and moved on to the living room bookshelves.
 I removed all of the books

except my Bobbsey Twins and

the Tank's Texas history books.
 I rummaged around in my

'needs to be listed on Etsy' cabinets,

in sacks in the garage

and found enough wonderful things to fill the shelves. 
 A few of the things are family heirlooms

such as my grandpa's pocket watch and

Thomason Civil War Bibles.

But, most came from my 'stores'.
 I'm not finished yet.

I'm going to turn the books around

so that the yellowed pages show, not the spines.

That will be my first move in my resolve

to fill my bookcases with creams, tea stained, and dirty whites.

That's the look I'm going for in this big re-do.
 But, for now I am happy enough with the look.

It was important that the changes I made

didn't involve spending any money

and I accomplished that.
 The most important thing that I've accomplished

in the bookcase make-over

is that it's kept my mind busy.
 Seriously?

When I'm idle Satan is able to balance on my shoulder

and whisper his lies in my ear.
 Jesus is holding me up this week

as I deal with my Brittany's serious car accident.
 She's better.

Her pelvic bone is fractured but no surgery needed.

Lots of P.T. and non-wieght bearing right leg for 3 months.

Her liver will heal.
I know why.

Why she's doing so well.

Oh, I'm not saying that she's

not in horrid pain, because at times she is in pain.

A lot of pain.

But, the precious Lord is being bombarded with prayers.

Prayers from those of us who love her

and prayers from other believers.

He hears them all so keep praying.

Please.

Because she will heal and your prayers will help.


You know what?
I can't imagine how I would handle life
without my faith.
How do they do it??
Praise the Lord.

I love you.
You're so, so special to me.
JAN
My Brittany ("Brat")

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

MY LITTLE GIRL, BRAT

I woke up this morning and thought it was going to be just another day.
A day working on the Creepy Doll room, of doing laundry, of fiddling around in the studio, of playing fetch with Sister and spending time with my mom.
Then I got "the news".
Christmas morning 2010
It happens to all of us at least once in our life.
News that drops you to your knees.
It's happened to me more than once, but, this time was different.
It involved my "child". 
'Brat', as I've called her since she was a child, is our daughter "in name".
In fact, I made up an adoption decree, framed it, and gave it to her for Christmas this year.
We adore her.
I adore her and love her like one of my own children.
Heck, she is one of my children.
Though I had known her throughout her childhood,
it was when she was in high school and worked for me in my art studio
that I got to know her best and became more involved in her life.
Day before T.G., circa 2004
I even taught her how to make her first cherry pie.
She has recently become engaged to the most wonderful  young man, Will.
I love him and am so excited that he's marrying such a wonderful girl!
This morning was when everything in my world stopped.
Brat's sister, Taylor, called me for her.
Brat's a first year teacher/coach in Austin, Texas,
and on her way to work today the roads were very icy.
She lost control of her car on one of those icy roads.
She headed across the center line into oncoming traffic.

No one was hurt badly
except Brittany.
She has a lacerated liver
and has shattered her pelvis on the right side.

I've been on my knees all day in my head.
Praying, texting, praying, calling, praying, taking calls.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
I trust you with everything in my life.
Most of all with my kids
and I know that you have Brittany in your loving hands.
I know that you're taking care of her
and will continue to do so.
But, oh, Jesus, can you please take care of me?
Can you please take care of all of us that love her?

My middle son, Blake, and Brat have been best friends
since high school.
Hardly a day goes by that they don't text each other.
Blake's a groomsman in her wedding.
And he drove to the hospital this afternoon
carrying his sleeping bag.
He's going to stay with her and sleep on the floor of her room.

I couldn't get there today.
Our roads are so icy.
No way I could make it to north Austin.
Tonight's supposed to be the coldest day of the year.
I hope to be able to go up on Friday and stay through Saturday.
I'll leave mom here to take care of Frank
and I'll sit with Brat and hold her hand and read to her
and tell her how much I love her.

And, all the while I'll be praying; continuing to pray.
Will you pray with me?
Please?
Brat
Did you notice that this post had photos and that they aren't sideways?
That you didn't have to go to Flickr to see the photos that went along with the post?
How about that?
I had a virus.
Yeah. And, I have a really good virus protector.
It snuck in kinda like a teenager getting home after curfew.
I was happy to pay the $75.00 it cost to get rid of it and my appendage back. *sigh*

Thanks for stickin' with me as I post oh, so sporadically.
I love y'all a lot,

Jan

Saturday, March 27, 2010

I'M DEVASTATED & MY HEART IS BREAKING - I HOPE HAVING A GIVEAWAY WILL HELP

Just when I think I'm going to get a break
God throws me another life test.
I wonder how many I'll have to experience
before He thinks I'm all that I should be.
Actually, I know the answer to that.
It will be until the day I die and join him in Glory.

March of this year has been an adventure.
An adventure on top of five years of medical adventures.
(Don't age. It's not worth it.)
I long for April and tulips blooming.
April will be better even with a cast and
no weight on a leg instructions.
I long for April.


March. . . . .
I passed out and fractured several bones in my right foot and tibia.
That's adventure no. 1.


My studio has a mind of it's own
and is determined to keep that crack house persona.
That's adventure no. 2.


I checked a give-away today that I participated in;
it was so involved and so very time consuming.
I thought I would win something.
I didn't win squat.
That's adventure no. 3

Adventure no. 4??
We must have our most precious
 Ben put down in just a few days.
*Now I'm crying
and I didn't even cry in the hospital when
I found out that I couldn't be discharged until
I pooped.
And that took three delightful days.*
I digress. Back on point. . . 

You know Ben.
My studio dog.
Always by my side.
He never did learn that if he laid that close
to my chair that he'd be told to
"jump up" when I had to roll down my work table.
Up and down, up and down, all day.
Remembering that makes me smile.


He came to us from the Humane Society Animal Shelter.
When I adopted him, he had had heart worms twice.
He was adopted and returned twice
because his new owners thought he was too aggressive.
He was older, no longer a puppy.
He was a yellow lab mix.

I adopted him.
He isn't too aggresive.
The UPS man is afraid of him,
but I like that.
When he doesn't think I'm home
he'll throw my packages onto the
office porch if Ben's outside.
He doesn't know I've seen him do that.
That makes me smile as I cry.

Ben is very protective of me.
He loves me unconditionally.
He never judges me.
He always wants to be with me.
He's a dog, not a person, and that's why.
I wonder if
that make sense to anyone but me.

That's why I rescue shelter/abandoned/mistreated/etc. dogs.
And my beautiful master bedroom smells like a kennel.
I don't care because
they love me every day
all day
and all through the next day.

Ben is my dog.
He's always been "my" dog.
And early this week we have to have him put down.
I'm crying again.

He has been sick for a while now.
We knew something was wrong,
just not what.
He's going downhill so quickly now
that I constantly look at him
to see if he's breathing.


He has lymphoma.
"Oh, God", I cry
"my heart is breaking and I hurt so badly."
And, I wonder if Ben
hurts as much as I do.
Is he in pain?
His lymph nodes are enlarged.
He never whines.
But, he's not eating or drinking
much so I wonder
in my heart of hearts
if putting him down isn't the
best gift I can give him.

So, pray for me, won't you?


Okay. Deep breath.
So. I thought I'd have a giveaway
to take my mind off of things. *happy face*
I love to have giveaways and
I haven't had one in quite a while.
And, I'm going to make this really easy
so that lots of people will enter
without having to spend hours
jumping through hoops
in an effort to win my giveaway.


Claudine Hellmuth.
One of my artist queens.
I'm going to gift one special
reader of my blog, her amazing book,
Collage Discovery Workshop,
along with lots of treasures. Lots!


I ordered it 'specially for this giveaway.
I love this book and wasn't
willing to gift mine to anyone, so,
you're getting a new one.
It's a virgin and you don't find
many of those anymore.


All you have to do to enter is
to, well, enter. *smiley face*
If you want to start following my blog
because you read a couple of posts
and think it would be a good idea,
then I can't wait to get to know you.
If you want to be a fan of my blog
on facebook, I thank you.
If you want to sign up for
the newsletter that I have yet to start,
thanks.
If you say something about it
on your blog, let me know and
I'll throw in another entry for you.
If you buy something in my Etsy shop
then it will help me afford
to go junking when I'm allowed to walk
again.
See? it's all good.

Life is good and I am so blessed.
You have until April 1st to enter.
That's when the tulips will be blooming.

xoxo,
Jan

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