Friday, July 30, 2010

Oh, Happiness

I just wanted to take a moment and declare that this has been (and continues to be)...

A very "hApPy HaPpY dAy!"(a poem-my first poem)

Not sure what has made this day oodles better than best

But truly I tell you, I am feeling quite blessed!

Just want to acknowledge and thank Him Above,

For glimpses of Heaven & whispers of love.

So here is the low down,

The nit-gritty show down.

Happy Joy fills this space,

There ain't no frown on my face! :)

The End!

I recently heard this little ditty..."Change your thought, Change your day". Originally when people said things like this to me, it would really PMO. I thought "happiness" ought magically present its self to me.(gift wrapped & bow tied) Heaven forbid I need go looking for it!

So I challenge you!

If your day is unhappy or marginal at best,

Post 5 affirmations. Please don't fail at this test!

Hope you enjoyed this little experiment--

Special thanks to Dr. Theodore Seuss Geisel (I'd like to think that my poetry had a quaint Seussian quality about it...)

To those who know and love me, the following items have now been added to my Christmas list:

  • 'Cat In the Hat' Hat

  • 'Roaming Gnome' Happy Gun

  • 'Happy Day' Personalized License Plates

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

swell, great and pedal--she can do it all...

I have had this celebration in my head for much, much too long and it is time for it to come out. You see I am the Church Organist Daughter (CoD) and the REAL church organist had her 50th anniversary of playing the organ for the CRC church this past June 6th 2010.

Don't get me wrong--we had a nice little cake & coffee thingy at church, but the church organist would NOT let us really whoop it up and celebrate OUTLOUD!!!! was quiet and reserved and I did not get to say what I wanted to say...I mean the cake was great and all (especially the frosting) but I wanted it to be so much more. So I am going to insist upon having the party here at my blog site. Here goes!
r u ready 4 this? (Mom--click here)

Oops, sorry. I got carried away there...forgot...I'm not suppose to dance! But really Mom, it was a "danceworthy" event. And this is what I wanted to say...

Dear Mom,

"...thank-you, thank-you, thank-you..."

From the bottom of my soggy heart to the tip-top of my nutty

I say it again...thank-you.

Thank-you for the
example of humble, faithful service.

Micah 6:8 (Mom, click here)

Thank-you for the gift of music. I truly
believe that music is one of the
tools God has consistently used to get my
attention. It bypasses the mind and
heads straight for the heart. Music
soothes my spirit and is probably the only
successfully earthly means of
shutting out my selfish voice...

Thank-you for all of the preludes,
offertories and postludes,

for each flute, cello, cornet and chord,

for each tuplet, glissandro, mezo forte, pianissimo, crescendo, sFz, pizzacato, staccato, fermata, octave,
trill, whole note, half-note and for
all those difficult hymns with more than 4
sharps or flats in them...

and I am getting breathless just trying to keep up
with all that I am grateful for...

Mom, I am proud of you and want you to know that I am am
glad that God gave me to you.
For He alone would know that my spiritual development
would require"pre-natal" worship lessons!

The fact that I am 45 and that you have been playing organ
for 50 years has not been lost upon me...

(imagine me...lifting lifting little fetal "Praise God Hands" and yup...I'm pretty sure I did a little fetal wiggle ((aka dance)) back in the day! (Mom, click here)

Love you Momma!


Monday, July 26, 2010

I think I learned a lesson

I think I learned a life lesson from my daughter this morning. You see she has this habit of stretching, pushing, pulling not to mention "messing" with my status quo.

My daughter (19) and I (45) have been spending some time together this summer walking almost everyday. It has been great! However, in my world, it should be the 45 year old giving lessons to the 19 year old. Not the other way around.

So the kiddo decides this morning that we are going to take an alternate walking route AND we are going to stretch our usual 3-4 miles to 6 miles. I was skeptical about her plan from the very start.

Generally when we walk we make a straight shot down County Road 25. From the very beginning of the journey I can see my destination and I know approximately how long said exercise will take. I know where the dips in the road are, I know approximately where Evy (the black lab) will insist upon pooping, I am familiar with traffic speed and the habits of the motorists on this road. I know that on any given journey on this road we will be greeted by 4-5 dogs (4 of which do not care for Evy--or perhaps it is me...hmmmm).

This route is by no means on the scenic registry, but it has a nice little sampling of what creation has to offer. The usual yellow, greens and blues are present. I get to take in a few wind waved grain fields, a small lake, a swamp, a cat-tailed ditch, various wild flowers and trees. Unfortunately it is a busy road--smucked frogs, a flattened turtle or snake and various other road kill complete this course...

The route my daughter chose was in comparison "on the scenic registry" (not really, but we are going to pretend). This chosen path was beautiful. It was a wooded setting--the trees canopied the road. There were fewer cars and slower traffic. We met only two dogs--one was curiously friendly and the other own minded his own business. Absolutely no road kill to be found. The curvy, bendy, rising, falling beauty of this trail tried to seduce me--but I would have nothing of it. My attitude was horse pucky. I was complaintive, crabby, negative, get the picture. I could not force myself to lift my eyes off of the hot, black tar and take in the beauty where field, tree & flower met the sky.

"What was your problem?" I hear you say...I've thought long and hard and I am ashamed to say that this little adventure had a lot to say about I generally approach life.

I like answers. I like control. I like to set well defined and easily obtained goals. I like to know "why?"* "how come?" *"what for?" * "how long will?" * "when will we get there?" * "are we there yet?" * "how much will this cost me?" * "how much effort is involved?" * "will it be easy?"* "will it be hard?" * "does it hurt?" * AND "after I complete this journey can I have a peek at the next?"....((sigh))

My problem simply said was that I did not know my destination, I didn't know how long it would take, I was anxious to 'get it over with' and I could not see around or over the hills, curves and bends and anticipate, plan or scheme a short-cut. I had to walk beginning to end the entire course. And I had to trust that my daughter had not taken me on a journey that I did not have the stamina to complete. (Six miles is tough on an old woman).

I approach so much of life in the "get er done" mode that I lose the heaven built into everyday. I miss beauty, I miss fellowship, I miss the middle ground that I think is called "contentment".

I procrastinate horribly to avoid the "starts" and then rush frantically to find the "ends". Peace is fleeting. Chaos the norm.

So my dear daughter patiently answered my "how much further?" questions and kept reminding me of how good I would feel when we were done. At the time her cheery disposition only added to my grumbliness...But now, now I feel differently...and I am not grumbly any more...

I hope I get the chance to walk this road again and hopefully I will approach it differently... at least I hope to not poop on the path again...

Friday, July 9, 2010

Here we go again...













What if I fail again?

"It [ life] is for the inconsistent, unsteady disciples whose cheese [keeps] falling off their cracker"

--Brennan Manning

(Literary priveledges taken)

(Sorry Brennan)

...pray that annette hangs on to her cheese this time...