... Even the worst heartaches can become heartstrings to God's hope, comfort, encouragement, joy, peace and love...

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

More Submissions Accepted

  Celebrating!  







terri grace-publishing.com

AttachmentsTue, Aug 24, 9:29 AM (4 days ago)
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Hi Connie,

I want to thank you for sending your stories to me for consideration. We have received so many good ones we have enough for a Christmas 2021 and Christmas 2022 book! "The Miracle of the Christmas Rabbit" has been selected for inclusion in the 2021 Divine Moments Christmas anthology, and we would like to use "Fall on Your Knees" in the 2022 book

When this year's book is ready to proof you will receive a pdf to check your piece, the bio, and the Table of Contents page for typos, etc.

Blessings,
Terri Kalfas
  Grace Publishing


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:


P.S. Royalties from this edition will go to American Humane -specifically for the care of cats.



Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Hot

 


Triple Digits & Wildfires in Central Oregon

Most of my phone calls are scams that are computerized. One of my favorite ones is from Social Security telling me about the fraudulent activity. which has resulted in an arrest order. They don't know my name, but there's an arrest warrant out. Not! I like it when it's a human voice for two reasons. I still have a landline and I enjoy slamming down the receiver.  
And I play games when it's a real person. It ruins their scripted answers and they hang up on me.

However, last Friday at 4:45 p.m. my senior social services case manager called, "This is Katie (name changed). How are you... do you have an air conditioner?" I assured her that I did and was comfy. Her voice sounded tired but also relieved at my response. I had the feeling she had been calling her clients all day.

I have caregivers 4 hours per day. They were instructed to take their clients without a/c to someplace cool. Oregon has lightened the COVID precautions, thankfully.

And-- borrowing from Hallmark: "When you care enough to keep seniors safe..." you get a gold star from me.

Connie
77 years old 
on oxygen
 

Friday, May 14, 2021

Need to Laugh?


 Pogo 1950s
Walt Kelly, cartoonist


Recently at my 6-month checkup with my primary doctor, I was asked to fill out several forms: alcohol, drug, and depression screens. Two were quick and easy: I do not drink and I take only drugs as prescribed. However, the voices in my head argued about how truthful to be on the depression screen. 

I am feeling down and I am very irritable. BUT I am not taking my medications. Do I 'fess-up? I noted my feelings, but I didn't place them high on the 1-10 scale. Thus the doctor did not ask about my depression.

Depression is not new to me. It began in my teen years related to my dysfunctional home life. 


In 1959, a friend gave me this Pogo figurine saying hope and happiness are always nearby, even when not easily seen. 62 years later Pogo and his bluebird of happiness sits on my tree shelf as an ongoing reminder of a caring friend and proven truth.

Prior to retirement, I was a Mental Health Case Manager for Medicaid. I was also certified in gerontology with expertise in geriatric psychology. Today I do not need a therapist to tell me I need to laugh! I need to stop having Pitiful Pearl Parties. I need to stop being the victim. And I need to take my medications because they are effective.

In the 1990s, I read several books by Barbara Johnson Through humor she addresses issues of life still prevalent today. I recommend all of her books. My favorite though is Pack Up Your Gloomees... and Laugh. [I have attended one of her presentations. She's as funny in person as she writes.]

[See previous posts dates 7/14/2016 & 8/2/2016.] 

COVID-19 is not causing my emotional distress. It is just the erratic season change and lack of energy-related to my chronic illnesses.

I am doing things that are pleasurable; e.g., coloring cards for birthdays, and Father's Day; and knitting. Scanning Reader's Digest also perks me up with their jokes and happy stories. Sudoku puzzles, reading, writing and studying Hagar, the slave girl in Genesis 15-21 keep me feeling productive.

Looking through some old photos and sharing their stories with my caregivers has brought smiles to both our faces.

The bonus was a surprise. My 15-year-old granddaughter brought laughter and great pride to my home via YouTube. She performed in two interpretive modern dances and was the mother in the high school play, "Little Women." She is very talented. Both were great!




Join me and...


Selah...

Connie









                                                                                                                           




Sunday, April 04, 2021

 [Tip: Read the previous post first.]

April 4, 2021, Resurrection Day

A Day of Remembering

Were You There 

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when he rose up from the grave?
Were you there when he rose up from the grave?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when he rose up from the grave?





This old spiritual sends tears down my cheeks every time I hear it. My mind tries to envision the horror of it all. My heart and soul try to comprehend that kind of love-- on Jesus' part as well as God's.

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.”

My tomb of hope now makes sense. I smile and sing Charles Wesley’s refrain followed by Michael Card's last verse:

“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




[i] https://cagtulsa.com/wp-content/uploads/sermons/2014/04/Seven-Last-Words-Part-7-4-18-14.pdf]

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!!!


Most of us have heard this phrase, but you may not know that it came from a musical that opened in England in 1961 and on Broadway in 1962. Later it became a movie (1966) and had a Broadway revival in 1978.

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

  Just Stop it!!!

"...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

Here, let me help you. Use up all the synonyms below and be done with it. It is what it is; so stop the pity parties, and the woe is me outlook. 

I'm looking for positive folks to be hearing from.They're out there. 

One place that made me smile yesterday- and we all still need smiles, right? I went to Pinterest and looked at all the creative ideas for getting our children back to school: book boats, wings, special hats, hula hoop spaces, special innovative markings for social distancing and paw stations with sanitizers. 

We need to help our schools and places of employment do things in new ways; not give into the doom and gloom of "we can't-s." 

We need to admit that we've done things wrong... allowed them to be our normal. For example, most schools have been sharing supplies like crayons and pencils vs each child having their own. Sharing facial tissue? In business we went from offices to cubbies and open workspaces. Let it siffice that there are alternative ways of doing things. 

Getting off this planet isn't the answer, but I'd like to see more positive approaches and sharing of ideas. Other countries have been doing this longer than the USA. What works is a better question. And how can I adapt the good ideas to fit my/our situation.

Getting off my soapbox for now...

Connie





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