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Welcome! As a fan of the cartoon character Maxine, I enjoy her witty remarks. But when I read my blogs & other writing to her, she's not very responsive- even when I'm wearing my bunny slippers like hers! She just doesn't get it!
Although she's funnier than I am, I do pray that this site will bring encouragement to your day! I'd love to hear from you! Unlike Maxine, you can leave me a message via the Comments. Shalom, Connie
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Saturday, August 28, 2021
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Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Sunday, August 8th
After church, my family brought sandwiches, chips, soup, and salad for lunch on the patio with me.
It remains hot- it may even reach 100 degrees again this week. But in the shade with a gentle breeze, it was pleasant on my patio.
We are back to masking and social distancing here in Oregon, as the COVID-19 cases are again at a crisis level at our local hospital. We also have been informed that one of my neighbors has COVID-19.
I have not been out and about, so no exposure. My grandkids have received their second vaccine dose in preparation for returning to school. It felt good exchanging hugs when they left today.
Not leaving my apartment protects me from infections, but it also deconditions me. The walk to the patio was challenging, requiring several stops just to breathe before reaching my chair.
Once back in the a/c and breathing easier, I remembered the above photo. In my head, I am still young...
My story about a cat who hated people will be on the bookshelves and available on Amazon in five weeks. The shadow above shows how I'd like to enter the room for a book signing on September 14th.
Instead, here's a peek at Chicken Soup for the Soul's next edition:
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
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Friday, May 14, 2021
Need to Laugh?
Sunday, April 04, 2021
[Tip: Read the previous post first.]
April 4, 2021, Resurrection Day
A Day of Remembering
I attempt to enter Mary’s mind as she sees her son mocked
and flogged; the various responses of the Roman soldiers and the crowd; and the
fears of Pilate, the members of the Sanhedrin, and the temple priests.
If I’d joined the women at the tomb, would I have been
frightened or rejoicing when I saw the empty tomb?
Would I have fallen on my knees and cried, “Holy, holy
holy! Blessed is He, the Son of the Most High?”
Or would I have run to the village well to tell the other
women the truth that He truly was the Messiah? Or would I be able to send the
good news via Camel Express to my family and friends?
Or would I sob and ponder these things in my heart? Like the
three Mary’s, I think I would stay nearby.
I remain without comprehension.
Then I read this from the Seven Last Words1
and pause.
“In one very real sense in this one very real moment he
was hopeless because there could be no reprieve, no call from the governor, no
appeal or last-minute stay of execution. There was no hope to escape death
because Jesus had been born for this moment, born to die to redeem us from sin.
“Frederick Buechner wrote, “The miracle was to be that
there would be no miracle. He was to be spared nothing.”
...Frederick Buechner Trusting in the unfailing character of God, but will the
Father who seems to have forsaken him receive him now?
Yes, “Jesus comes to that final moment. With a loud cry, he shoves against all the despair and darkness of death and shouts, “Catch me
Abba” and with trust in his Father’s unfailing character, resting in the
Father’s sovereign purpose, Jesus jumps with abandon into the loving hands and
arms of his Heavenly Father. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”
And the good news for us, Jesus didn’t jump alone. No, he
took us with him. For all of us who have placed our faith in Christ as our
Savior and Lord, the bible says we are in Christ. We are in him, and he is
taking us with us. Can you hear him? “Abba, get your hands ready to catch me.
Oh, and can you catch my friend as well. I told him today he would be with me
in paradise. He’s coming with me.” And the Father says, “Jump, I’ll catch you
both.”
“Amazing love, how can it be that thou my God shouldst die
for me.”
"Love crucified arose.
The risen One in splender;
Jehovah's soul defender;
Has won the victory.
Love crucified arose;
And the grave became a place of hope,
For the heart that sin and sorrow broke
Is beating once again."
“Amazing love, how can it be that thou my God shouldst die for me.”
Selah, think about this…
Connie
Saturday, April 03, 2021
April 2, 2021
I love finding and saving quotations written by wise people
who can put my feelings and thoughts into words better than I can:
PLEASE BE AWARE ÑÐ:
I AM TRYING MY HARDEST…
ALL THE TIME …
TO
PUSH THOROUGH
THE
PAIN
THE
EXHAUSTION & FATIGUE
THE
FOG & DYSCOGNITION
THE
INSOMNIA
THE
FEAR
THE
GUILT
THE
JUDGMENT
THE
RELENTLESSNESS OF IT ALL…
ALL
THE TIME.
~ Unknown
As I read this, I feel the unknown writer is speaking from experience. She understands how I feel most of the time. It is a daily journey, the ongoing challenge of having multiple chronic illnesses. Mostly, I balance things well.
I can be grateful for
my caregivers that do the necessities so I can be content doing the things that
bring me pleasure.
However, some days I
must give myself permission to be not okay, to not keep pushing
for a solution… a way to cope.
Today is one of those
times. Maybe because it is Good Friday, and I am thinking about His
suffering. Mine is deserved; His was a choice because He loves me… loves you.
¯ I Should Have Been Crucified ¯
G.J.
Gordon Jenson
1. I was guilty with nothing to say, And they were coming to
take me away; But then a voice from heaven was heard that said, “Let him go!
Take me instead!”
2. Crown of thorns, the spear deep in His side, And the pain
should have been mine; The rusty nails were meant for me. O, yes, Christ took
them and let me go free!
Refrain
And I should have been crucified! I should have suffered and died!
I should have hung on the cross in disgrace, But Jesus, God’s Son, took my place!
Saturday, April 3, 2021
A song recorded in the 1970s ends with: “I read the back of the book, and we win…” Today, I also know
the ending, which we will celebrate tomorrow. For now, I wait in my tomb
of hope and consider these words:
If Jesus were a man, the cross was murder.
But if Jesus were God, it was
an offering.
If Jesus were a man, the cross
was martyrdom.
But if He were God, then it
was sacrifice.
If Jesus were a man, they took His life.
But if He were God, He laid it down willingly.
If Jesus were a man, we were compelled to admiration.
But if He were God, we are compelled to adoration.
If Jesus were a man, we need to stand
and take off our hats to Him.
But if He were God,
we need to bow and give our lives to Him!
and I pray:
“May there be within this day
quiet moments, when I can rest in your presence,
sit for a while at your feet, be still, and simply listen.” [John Birch]
Selah~
Connie
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Like music? Enjoy and are encouraged by success stories? Then this is for you:
https://persimmontree.org/spring-2021/alina-bloomgarden-jazz-visionary/#comment-268304
Persimmon Tree ~ An Online Magazine of the Arts by Women Over Sixty is issued quarterly. I have enjoyed reading it for years and encourage you to subscribe- it is free- so you'll never miss an issue.
Although an American magazine, it has an international following. Any woman 60 or over can submit writing, poetry, photos, music, or art.
This interview about jazz and the Lincoln Center is fascinating, informative, and inspiring. I recommend taking a few minutes to read it.
Connie
Thursday, December 24, 2020
With Child
Take a moment to set aside the traditional pictures of the manger and use your heart to read the following.
a gasp, a cry
an exhausted mother's sigh
a father's teardrops
a heavenly umbilical cord cut and tied
a sweet aroma of fresh hay
a tiny gurgle as rosebud lips find milk
a whispered prayer
a naming as God commanded
a squeak of rafters as birds and mice gather
a gentle breeze to fan the fire
a clip and clop of a donkey's feet
a quiet baa-aa and a gentle moo
a ray of starlight
a flutter of angel wings
a silence
a moment realizing God's sacrifice- His only Son
a yip of a sheepdog on the hillside
an owl's hoot as he hunts
a rowdy laugh from the inn
a braying camel on the dusty road
a mother and babe sleep
a father watches
an angel guards
a world waits
~ Constance Gilbert
Monday, December 21, 2020
From my friend Joseph Mazzella:
T'was the day after Christmas 33 years ago. I was newly married and still in college. Only 10 days earlier my wife had gone into labor with our first child. It was a scary delivery that ended in an emergency C-section. We were so grateful to have Joseph John Mazzella II also known as JJ sleeping peacefully in the cradle next to our bed. The day before we had been on the road showing off our little bundle of joy to all of the grandparents and great-grandparents. It had been a busy Christmas and hard on my wife who was still recovering from her surgery. Now we were back in our tiny trailer trying to get a few extra winks of sleep before starting the day. Just then I heard JJ stirring in his cradle. I leaned over and picked him up before he started to cry and then carefully crept out into the living room so my wife could keep sleeping. I picked up a bottle and sat in our rocking chair with JJ in my arms I rocked quietly and fed him in the semi-dark room while he looked up at me with his loving, innocent eyes. I spoke softly to him but also felt a little fear as I watched him. How was I going to take care of him? I was still in school and had no idea what the future held in store for us. I rocked and worried and worried and rocked. After a few minutes I saw the sun slowly rising in the sky outside my window. The bright light was shining down from the heavens making the freshly fallen snow shine with a beauty that touched my soul. As I watched it my fear fled and I felt such a sense of peace, harmony, love, and joy. The Christmas spirit had snuck into my heart when I wasn’t looking and I smiled. I knew then that whatever the future held, it would be alright as long as I kept love in my heart. Christmas is such a blessed time. It is a time of Love. A Holy Child’s Love. A Heavenly Father’s Love. A Love that unites us all. A Love that forever conquers fear. Welcome that Love into your heart. Live it in your life. Make a home for it in your soul. Share it with everyone not only on Christmas day but every day. Embrace the blessing of Christmas by making Christmas a way of life.
Sunday, September 06, 2020
STOP!!!
Want more information? See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_the_World_%E2%80%93_I_Want_to_Get_Off.
Lately, that phrase has been screaming throughout my mind over and over. I want to yell at everybody to
"...during this difficult time, this challenging time, this trying time..." is in almost every e-mail crossing my computer. I've been coping just fine until you'all keep reminding me it's awful
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