There is no single definition of holiness: there are dozens, hundreds. But there is one I am particularly fond of; being holy means getting up immediately every time you fall, with humility and joy. It doesn’t mean never falling into sin. It means being able to say, “Yes, Lord, I have fallen a thousand times. But thanks to you I have got up again a thousand and one times.” That’s all. I like thinking about that.
And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God. For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.
All packed for the cruise ship -- all my nicest dresses, swimsuits, short sets. Really, really exciting. Our local Red Hat chapter decided on this "all-girls" trip.
DEAR DIARY - DAY 2
Entire day at sea, beautiful. Saw whales and dolphins. Met the Captain today -- seems like a very nice man.
DEAR DIARY - DAY 3
At the pool today. Did some shuffleboard, hit golf balls off the deck. Captain invited me to join him at his table for dinner. Felt honored and had a wonderful time. He is very attractive and attentive.
DEAR DIARY - DAY 4
Won $800.00 in the ship's casino. Captain asked me to have dinner with him in his own cabin. Had a scrumptious meal complete with caviar and champagne. He asked me to stay the night, but I declined. Told him I could not be unfaithful to my husband.
DEAR DIARY - DAY 5
Pool again today. Got sunburned, and I went inside to drink at piano-bar, stayed there for rest of day. Captain saw me, bought me several large drinks. Really is charming. Again asked me to visit his cabin for the night. Again I declined. He told me, if I did not let him have his way with me, he would sink the ship. I was shocked.
Good morning, everybody! They say, "no news is good news," but I am not deterred! This was my Saturday, and I'll go about telling by also reflecting on how a change in one second can change your whole life!
I had thought I would be doing indoor domestic things yesterday, but when I went down to the garage to get Husband to fix something for me, I noted the wonderful breeze and sunshine and decided to stay outside, doing something or nothing at all. I thought I would wash my car, so I got in and started her up and began backing out of the garage. Husband hollers, "don't wash it now; the sun'll leave water marks on the car before you can dry it." So, I pull her back into my garage stall and exit, wondering, "what shall I do?
I decided to walk around the front of the house and just take a look-see. I noted that my Stars & Stripes were not hanging, but the wind had twisted them around. I decided to walk up the 7 or so brick steps on the porch stoop and straighten her out. When I got up there, I noticed the aluminum pole on which she hangs was a bit rusty. Joy! I can spray paint it and it'll look just like new! You don't know how much I love spray painting old things!
I took her down and began walking back down the steps, looking at the rusty rod and being mindful of not dragging my Stars & Stripes across the ground. No, I put myself AND my Stars & Stripes all on the ground at the same time.
I thought I was on the bottom step, but was on the second one. I took a step that should have landed on the sidewalk, and it did, only missinng that last step caused me to come a'tumblin' down. I fell into the grass with my body, but not before a severe twist of my left ankle, scraping the meat off my little toe and scraping my right leg. Immediately, I yelled for Husband and he peeked around to see me. When he did, he came running. I was aware of a car going by and thinking "they're wondering what this lady is doing lying in the grass," but they didn't stop to ask.
Why is it that when we do something really clumsy and stupid in public, we might be in excrutiating pain, but we look around to see if anyone saw us do that stupid thing?
Husband got me up and it was then that the shock left and the hurt began. I cried from embarrassment, pain and because I felt so stupid for doing that. Husband acted quickly, making an ice pack and wrapping and ACE around it and my ankle. Gosh, it hurt. I immediately asked him to bring me a beer! haha! That means I'm not too bad off, right? I actually thought it would help me to calm down; I was shaking all over.
Here we are, 24 hours later, I have a bruise down around the bottom and extending forward from my ankle bone, which itself does not hurt. I'm walking a little better, but this particular injury takes longer than a broken ankle to heal (fact courtesy of my cousin, who is an orthopedic surgeon). I can't imagine breaking it would be better for me!
Incidentally, I have a recurring dream about stairs. They are always upside down or something strange that precludes them being accessible. My dreams are a lot of "can't find what I looking for, but it was there when I last saw it," "can dial the number because the buttons all look so out of place and out of orderm," "inside a falling elevator" . . . anybody out there know someone who can interpret this? I always see it as venting frustration, but most people tell me it's just the mind taking out the garbage. Well, that is my husband's job and I'd just as soon not see it. UGH!
That goes to show you, if I had not taken that Swifter downstairs and asked Husband if he could fix the handle, if I hadn't cleaned out the back of my car, if I hadn't decided I'd help HIM and wash my own car, and if he hadn't told me not to wash it, and if I hadn't walked around to survey the front yard, and IF I wasn't so anal and wanted my pretty Stars & Stripes on a rod that wasn't rusting, well, I would never have fallen, and I also would know what I did instead, which I don't know - are you following me?
I'm still trying to get used to my CPAP and I thought I'd extended the time that I wore it last night by at least an hour, but Husband seems to think I took it off at 2 a.m. How do I know, I had to move the CLOCK radio from MY SIDE of the bed to his and now I can't see the time. Something's gotta give ....
Happy Sabbath, everyone. We contemplated going to see a film, but it's too expensive for what you get. I'd rather take a ride in the car and look at the countryside, but we'll probably just stay in and vegitate.
Further to my post yesterday in which I tried to lead Bryn of Celestial Offerings to an answer to her question, I invite you to return to my post, "The Secret of Fatima", dated April 28, 2010 by clicking on the post title link above.
I provided more in-depth information on this topic in that post. Again, the Marian Apparitions are each a miracle. The Holy See has validated many, many of these appearances of the Blessed Mother to humanity, and what She imparts to the world through these visions is solid Christian belief. Her constant urging to come to conversion and follow the only path to Heaven, through Her Son, Jesus Christ, should be headed. This is not a "lesson" from the Blessed Mother. No, this is what The Bible has told us for two thousand-plus years. There is no way except through Jesus Christ, lest you be left behind to endure the horrors of the end of days.
Do not be embarrassed or afraid let others see your beliefs in public, whether friends or family or co-workers. We profess our faith in the Mass, so why not profess it to all and lead others in our lives to conversion. I am not speaking of "Bible-thumping" .... you can profess your faith in your way of life, truly living your beliefs, and living by example. Raise your children and their children in The Church and instill in them from infancy that which God has told us all. Actions do speak louder than words. People will see your faith in your life if you truly LIVE IT!
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
While it is naive, on one hand, to think that trusting in God makes all of our problems go away -- Christians have many of the same problems that unbelievers do because they share the same mortal flesh, on the other hand it's true. If we trust in God, we believe our work stands or falls in his hands and that ultimately we will share in his victorious and glorious presence. It means our lives will not be lived in vain. That's not just confidence; it's the foundation of true peace -- life lived to its fullest and richest knowing that it matters and we don't need to be anxious about its results.
Almighty Father of Peace, thank you for giving me the assurance that my life will not be lived in vain. May I share that peace with others today. In the name of Jesus, my Prince of Peace, I pray. Amen.
Some of you may recall a time when I posted a Playlist in my blog. I've decided to go back to that, primarily because music has been such an enormous part of my life, and remains an enormous part of me. I've always been passionate about music. It brings me up when I am down, I love to sing to my favorite songs as I work around the house or while driving down the road. If you'd like to critique, just leave it in the comments section.
No, I'm not talking about The Beatles song (although my blog is named after one of their last albums), I'm talking about my day, today. I went to spend the day with Kerry and Cooper. It was an excellent day! When Cooper went down for his nap, I began washing clothes and cleaning and doing dishes, getting the place all spruced up to surprise Amber. Kerry cut the grass and did some other honey-do's. Amber was so please when she got home. All I want is for them to have an evening with no laundry or anything else hanging over their heads so they can have some quality time together as a family. My other G-babies came by on their bicycles. They just wanted to all talk at once and give Mimi a kiss .... it is so grand to receive their love; I'm so in love with them all!
I look forward to tomorrow, a day to myself - what will I do? I have a very long list so it's a toss-up, really.
I woke probably three times last night with the new CPAP. What an inconvenience! It will take some getting used to for awhile.
I had this song from my youth on my mind today . . .
What makes the Dead Sea dead? Because it is all the time receiving, but never giving out anything. Why is it that many Christians are cold? Because they are all the time receiving, never giving out.
Dwight L. Moody
Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit. Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
We need to take heed to the Blessed Mother's messages more than ever. We are in a time that could very well be the second coming. Imagine being in this world and witnessing this indescribable happening. Don't you want to be in the numbers that will immediately go home to the Father? Be fervent in your prayers, be fervent in living your daily lives with your heart and soul turned to Heaven.
Today, August 25, 2010, Our Lady appeared to the visionary Marija and gave the following monthly message for the world:
"Dear children! With great joy, also today, I desire to call you anew: pray, pray, pray. May this time be a time of personal prayer for you. During the day, find a place where you will pray joyfully in a recollected way. I love you and bless you all. Thank you for having responded to my call."
It's been quite a while since I posted any deep thoughts. We made two trips to Texas in one month's time. We drove to Texas to trade cars at my Dad's place of business, which also meant driving the new car home. Two weeks later, Mom and Dad come for the family reunion, and we had already told them we would be going home with them; Dad seemed so sad when I said we weren't going to go since we'd just been there - I had to give in a tell him we would keep our promise. He was so sad when we went to board our flight back last Friday.
I thought I had resolved this issue of moving or not, but I find that the conflicts within me were merely behind the red door and seeing my parents and spending time with them has opened the door once again. I try to envision not living here, where I have built a life and my legacy over the past 30 years. I miss my children and g-babies when I just go on a weekend trip to the lake; what in the world will I do if I move 1,000 miles away?
I poured my heart out through tears to my Dad yesterday. He wants us to move so bad, but he won't say it .... he says, "you just have to do what's right for you." Well, that's great, but I don't know what is right for me. I told him that I was waiting for God to guide me to a final decision of "when" we will move - sooner? or later?
I've been in a fog for two days ... I feel I am drugged. Is it because I was so dumb, I called in refills of my BP med and then forgot to pick it up before we left for Texas. So I started back on them yesterday. I felt like someone had injected some kind of super fuel into my system. Today, I'm just hazy. I'm driving around to appointments and errands, the radio blasting my newest custom CD, and suddenly I realize how spaced out I am. Kinda scary ....
I have not been as diligent in my spiritual life as I should be. I feel it, I know it, and I just have not taken the time with God, except my bedtime prayers. I need Him more but I hate that feeling that I'm only calling on Him when I need something. Oh, I don't pray for "things", I mean I pray for the sick, my family, the abused, the children, the unborn ... I feel as though there is a great message that is right in front of me, but I can't see it. That is why I need Him so much. The message is from Him and it is important that I see it and understand it. Please pray for me .... I feel a little lost right now.
I am 56 years old, but I am still behaving as if I'm twenty-something. I still love rock and roll from the 60's forward, I see my mom and dad aging before my eyes and it hurts. I know that I too am aging just as fast, and I can only hope that we all live long and happy lives, just as we are now. I worry about my children, and their children; is it narcissistic to believe they can't live without Mimi here?
My sister doesn't have much to do with me anymore. She is so distant and guarded; it hurts. We were so close and she was always there when I had a "crisis". I cried A LOT on her shoulder. It brings about the feeling that she really doesn't like me very much. I've been put in my place via email and telephone, and thus, I took three giant steps away from the situation. I cannot, or won't, deal with this or be a part of it. It's too bizzare and I have absolutely no idea from where it comes.
Lee and I are very happy. A longtime family fued was laid to rest a couple of months ago, and we are so happy to have a family back like it should be. It feels terrific!
I haven't seen Cooper in two weeks and can't wait to see him this Thursday. In perspective, I see him once a week for a few hours, yet I fret over moving away and not seeing him or my other g-babies for months at a time. Hmmmm, I now have more on my plate to contemplate (and I'm a poet, but didn't know it!).
I reconnected with an old friend today who is embroiled in a child custody case that has dragged on for years. He has custody of his little girl, the mother is in rehab and convinced her own mother to file for custody. It's horrid and bizzare and it just isn't right. My friend, Heath, I've known him for maybe 15 years. He started out in the mail room at the old law firm where I worked; then moved up to runner and finally left while he was going to school to be a chef. He is so devoted to his little girl, it's a shame that he must defend himself when he has been the only constant in her life.
I think I had more to say, but right now, I'm at a loss. I'm dreading that I have to go to the sleep clinic tonight, but it's a must do. I'm getting my CPAP regulated and maybe then I will sleep better. I see my rheumatologist tomorrow and I don't think I have but one real complaint, so that means his regimen of care is doing me good!
This verse makes so much sense; how could anyone be against?
He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?
If God gave up his Son to save us, what would he not give up to bless us and keep us! That's Paul's point. In 1 Corinthians 6:19-20, he tells us we are bought with a price to encourage us toward holiness. Here, he makes the same point, but to give us assurance. Isn't it amazing how the truth of God's grace contains such a multifaceted blessing.
Almighty God, I am overwhelmed at your sacrificial love offered to me in Jesus. Father, please use your Spirit to stir me to service in response to your grace and have this comforter build my assurance in your salvation and in your longing to give me your rich blessings. In Jesus' glorious name I pray. Amen.
We hit the road on Thursday a week ago with my Dad and Mother, headed west on I-40 to my hometown of Amarillo, Texas. This would be my THIRD 900+ mile treck across this section of interstate by car within one month's time. And I do pray that it will be a long time before I have to travel by car to visit Mom and Dad again!
One of the most fascinating things about this course of travel is the giant cross that has been erected in Groom, Texas. The last time I visited, the cross was erected, there was an information building and restrooms. There also were three crosses bearing the art figures of Jesus Christ and the two thieves who were crucified alongside Our Lord. This place is called Cross Ministries.
When the lights are on the cross at night, you can see the glow for 50 miles and as you draw nearer, the Cross comes into shape. It is a magnificent site.
I knew everyone was ready to get to Amarillo and it was less than an hour away, but I asked Dad to pull off and let me see how this roadside "attraction" (for lack of a better word at the moment) had grown. It now holds a large and beautiful gift store and offices built in a circle around a beautifully designed stone waterfall where Jesus stands above on a rock. You can see all of this by clicking on the website.
What is the most moving aspect of Cross of Our Lord is the metal figures of Jesus at all of the Stations of the Cross. They are molded to actual size and the cross is truly made of wood. Following the Stations of the Cross around this huge concrete circle, gazing upon the expressions on the face of Jesus at each stage, well, it's a once in a lifetime feeling. I couldn't help but stand, stare and profess my sorrow to Jesus at each one. I felt as though I was on that last few steps to crucifixion with Him. It is truly a beautiful and moving monument.
There is also a table where our Lord has his Last Supper with His disciples. Directly behind are wide steps leading up to the three crosses bearing the bodies of Jesus and the two thiefs.
In my part of the world, the best Catholic Gift Shop is found at EWTN. But it is about 1/3 the size of this Catholic gift shop and I could have whiled away a couple of hours in there, but I felt an unsaid pressure to hurry up my time. If you ever have the opportunity, don't pass it by without stopping. You can spend a few minutes or many hours there, and find it truly a peaceful experience.
By going to the website, you'll save me the time of putting all my photos on here, and theirs are much better than mine. It's a great website, so please visit. Following is a photograph of Lee and me by the central fountain located within the circle building containing the gift shop. (You can click on the photo for a larger view.)
With great joy, I greet you all from the comfort of home! It has been a very busy summer, and I have a lot to tell (which will slowly come in bits and pieces), but most of all, the blessings of our Loving Father have been with me and my family and carried us through Summer 2010. School has already begun for my g-babies, and I have a tub of fresh peanut butter balls made my their Great Grandmother, my Mom, to deliver today. So I'll just jump back in where I feel at home and comfortable with today's Heartlight. The Psalms always make the day a special one, and this one is particularly beautiful. Ironically, it spoke to me because I had a really hard time sleeping this trip. I usually sleep well at Mom and Dad's and I cannot put my finger on "why" my nights were so long and sleepless. It was a good time to pray!
Be blessed, Abbey ♥
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
I have always loved music. To this day, songs help unlock the part of me that is most yielded to God. It helps me declare my love for him and my praise to him. But as the psalmist says, at night, especially on those nights when sleep is hard to come by, his song
is with me.
O God of my life, thank you for music and song. Thank you for giving me so many good things to sing joyfully about. Thank you for hearing my heart when I sing and not just my words and the song's melody. I long, dear Father, for the day I get to hear you sing and I join the heavenly chorus around your throne. Until then, fill my life with your song. Through Jesus' name I ask it. Amen.
Just to let the readers know that I am going to be out-of-pocket until the 21st. Try not to miss me too much! LOL!
School began here today, and we set a record in the number of straight days where the temps were above 90 degrees! It's really so hot. AND, our whole back yard turned brown overnight. What we found were millions of army worms! Really broke Lee's heart because he puts so much time into our yard keeping it nice. It's been treated and hopefully, we will come home to green pastures again!
Everyone have a blessed weekend and week next week. I miss blogging when I'm away, but it's probably good to get away from it.
When I return, I'll have all the news about our big family reunion and pictures to go with it. We had an all-time high of 57 attendees. It was really a great time.
Night before last, I had a sleep study done. For years I have jerked and flailed my limbs in my sleep, and I talk, but it's not normally anything Lee can make out. With everything else that is going on, here is yet one more thing to face. There were dozens of wires attached to me, mostly all over my head, and who can sleep with all that? First I was hot, so the nurse turned the air down. She must have turned it down to 65 degrees; next thing I knew, I was calling her because it was FREEZING in my room! Bottom line, I saw my readout and graph, and it says that I averaged 44.3 "events" per hour. Meaning, I stop breathing 44 times per hour. They said it was a "severe case" of sleep apnea. I didn't dream, which makes sense because according to the professionals, I never got into REM sleep, which is also known as Stage 4. I go back in a couple of weeks to get a CPAP and to have it regulated for me, personally. When I get control of one thing, something else pops up. Actually, this is something that I've known about for years, and now, I am praying that I can get my father to have a study done. He's REALLY bad!!
Our family reunion is this weekend, and then Mom and Dad are coming here for a few days. I'll be in and out .... everyone have a blessed and joyful weekend!
The function of fear is to warn us of danger, not to make us afraid to face it.
Restore us to thyself, O LORD, that we may be restored! Renew our days as of old!
Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.
These are so wonderful. I suggest reading both the Thought and the Verse more than once. There is so much to absorb, and as usual, it is all POSITIVE!!
It is grace at the beginning, and grace at the end. So that when you and I come to lie upon our death beds, the one thing that should comfort and help and strengthen us there is the thing that helped us in the beginning. Not what we have been, not what we have done, but the grace of God in Jesus Christ our Lord. The Christian life starts with grace, it must continue with grace, it ends with grace. Grace, wondrous grace. By the grace of God I am what I am. Yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
~D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
LORD, you are my refuge! Don’t let me down! Save me from my enemies, for you are just! Rescue me! Bend down your ear and listen to my plea and save me. Be to me a great protecting Rock, where I am always welcome, safe from all attacks. For you have issued the order to save me. Rescue me, O God, from these unjust and cruel men. O Lord, you alone are my hope; I’ve trusted you from childhood. Yes, you have been with me from birth and have helped me constantly- no wonder I am always praising you! My success- at which so many stand amazed- is because you are my mighty protector. All day long I’ll praise and honor you, O God, for all that you have done for me.
The problem with public housing is that the residents are not the owners.
The people who live in the house did not earn the house, but were loaned the property from the true owners, the taxpayers. Because of this, the residents do not have the "pride of ownership" that comes with the hard work necessary. In fact, the opposite happens and the residents resent their benefactors because the very house is a constant reminder that they themselves did not earn the right to live in the house. They do not appreciate the value of the property and see no need to maintain or respect it in any way.
The result is the same whether you are talking about a studio apartment or a magnificent mansion full of priceless antiques. If the people who live there do not feel they earned the privilege, they will make this known through their actions.
The picture below illustrates the point...
The Resolute Desk was built from the timbers of the HMS Resolute and was a gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes. It is considered a national treasure and icon of the presidency.
Mr. Obama, with all due respect, get your nasty feet off our desk!
Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness..
Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.
Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.
And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.
Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it with others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe.
I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.
I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly..
Kind words produce their own image in men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They soothe and quiet and comfort the hearer. They shame him out of his sour, morose, unkind feelings. We have not yet begun to use kind words in such abundance as they ought to be used.
He who trusts in himself is a fool, but he who walks in wisdom is kept safe.
I had a new blogger sign on as a follower a few days ago. I was really excited because nobody has signed on to follow in months. Someone shot down my bubble by leaving, so I'm back where I was. No worries ....
What's Going on in Our House
I haven't written anything personal in a while. Summertime seems to be a slow time in the blogger world in general, and I am no different. We've been to Texas once, and will be going again a week from Thursday. My mother and dad are driving out for our family reunion, which is being held at a lake resort two hours away from here. They'll come back to Helena with us and see the rest of the family, and then head back to Texas.
I'm really loving my new car. It's a bit bigger than the Envoy and parking near other cars makes me squimish, so I try to park at the end of public parking lots to save my doors. HOWEVER, some wise guy still managed to put a small ding in the driver's door and I had only owned the car for two weeks. People are so inconsiderate, and that runs from the ding in someone's vehicle through the gamut of other inconsiderations of everyday life. I don't get it. I wanted to cry because we try so hard to take care of our things.
I've decided on a couple of large projects for the coming months and winter. The entire house needs painting on the inside, and Lee says that he's willing to hire it out - saying, "I hate to paint!" Schweet! You just gave me permission to hire someone and don't think for one minute I'm not going to take you up on that offer. I will, however, have to take things off table tops and walls because furniture will have to be moved. It will be a labor of love since a new paint job will change the entire house!
I also want to clean out every drawer and closet in every room. I am sure to find a LOT of things that I can donate to the needy. While I am at it, taking things out of curios and taking pictures down, etc., I want to try and redecorate, using most of what I have, but changing things up a little.
So why am I making these big plans for myself? Because I am becoming lazy and I could be doing a lot of useful things around my house, and outside my home. I am joining the "Y" when I get back from our next trip out of town, mostly for the aqua exercise classes. My rheumatologist has encouraged me to "get moving" and recommends these classes. There are also some floor exercise classes for "older" people like me. I saw a video of the new and popular "Zumba" classes and it looks like fun. Can I hold up to a class? I don't know, but it looks so fun that I think I'll give it a try.
I've lost four pounds!! Now, THAT'S a big deal! I found out yesterday when I kept an appointment with a pulmonary specialist and they weighed me. My internist sent me here because of some breathing issues and also to have a sleep study. I am going tomorrow night for the sleep study, and the doctor and I am fairly certain that I will end up on a CPAP. I dread it, but whatever it takes to help my long term medical issues, I'll do it.
He also told me that sleep apnea directly affects weight (gain) and aggravates my fibromyalgia - I don't need any help on causes of pain, I have enough already! I am already dreaming ahead, to a day when I have been exercising at the "Y" for a few months, have been resolving my sleep issues, and I am once again a slim Abbey!
I Am So Proud of My Grandson
Let me tell you a funny and heartwarming story about my middle grandson, Bailey. Bay went to a meeting at his school the other evening. Invitations had been sent to all the parents and students who were in the age group as a young man who has "special needs". They were to discuss how the kids could help the special needs boy feel welcome, help him get around, etc., and how the parents could bolster their children in being a part of this.
My daughter told me that Bailey was the ONLY student who showed up. She and Bay sat on the third row. Before the meeting began, Bay got up on his own and went to the front row. He sat down next to the young boy, put his arm around him, patted his back and began talking with him. Not only that, but Bay was interacting with the panel leading the meeting, giving his thoughts and suggestions. After the meeting, several parents came up to my daughter and told her what an exceptional young man Bailey is (which we already knew, but it is so nice to hear it from other parents).
The principal came by and asked Bay if he'd ever considered running for Student Council. She encouraged him to run in the coming year, telling him that he would be a great addition to the group. On their way home, Bay asked his mom if she thought he should run. Of course, she told him "yes!!" Then Bay said, with all seriousness (and he's just now turning 10 years old), "well, I'm gonna need a good CAMPAIGN!" I died laughing. Where do kids come up with this stuff?
We have a lot going on in the next few weeks, so don't be concerned if I don't post as regularly. School will be starting and things will settle down as we prepare for cooler temperatures and look ahead to Advent, my favorite time of year!
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
On the 2nd of each month, Our Lady appears to the visionary Mirjana Soldo and gives her a message for the unbelievers of the world, or, as she calls them, "those who do not know the love of God."
Today, August 2nd, 2010, Our Lady gave the following message:
"Dear children! Today I call you, together with me, to begin to build the Kingdom of Heaven in your hearts; that you may forget that what is personal and – led by the example of my Son – think of what is of God. What does He desire of you? Do not permit Satan to open the paths of earthly happiness, the paths without my Son. My children, they are false and last a short while. My Son exists. I offer you eternal happiness and peace and unity with my Son, with God; I offer you the Kingdom of God. Thank you."
But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
What we know and what we believe are not all that significant if they do not show up in the way we live our daily lives. Pure and simple, faith not lived out in everyday life is not faith; it is facade. Just as Jesus had told us to put into practice what we have learned from him, his brother James reminds us the same thing: when we learn the truth of God's word, there is only one thing left for us to do -- put it into practice!
Holy God, help me put into practice what I know is your will and your truth today. In the name of the Lord Jesus I pray. Amen.