Angels in Disguise
23 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Reflecting Pond Tags: friends, help, moving
I decided to move to a different apartment in the dead of winter between winter storms.
Hey,who wants to do things the “normal way” that is no fun.
My old apartment required that I shovel the sidewalk out from and to the front door and the driveway where I parked my car.
I was readying the my apartment for the move, had a plan in place, I thought. We had a storm come through dumping more than a foot of snow.
On Saturday I shoveled a path to the car, then shovel out the car to make a trip to the apartment to take some boxes.
I loaded the car and drove over to the new place.
I carried the first box up the two flights of stairs.
My body began to talk with me about the shoveling that I had done earlier.
My legs shouted at me that I had not conditioned them for such activities.
My lungs reminded me that I am totally out of shape!
That is when I when I realized that I am getting old! I knew then that I was in trouble.
At work on Monday, my co-worker who had offered her services and of her husband, shared with me that, over the weekend, the snow had done a number on her husband’s back. she was uncertain if he could help. OH NO! now what! Now I have NO PLAN.
After work, I was driving to the apartment asking and pleading God for help.
I then heard my phone ring. Answered the call, it was the son of a family friend who lives in the area.
He said, “I hear you are moving how can I help?” I started to cry, “You are an answer to a prayer I just prayed, asking God to send me someone to help.” I explained to him.
He told me not to worry just to get a truck and he would get the guys.
On Saturday, true to his word he arrived at a little before 9:00 am.
My friend and her husband arrived, at 9:30 the truck was on site and was being loaded by no less than six young men.
These young men did not know me, but they gave up there Saturday because their friends asked them to help. What a wonderful blessing of the Lord. At 11:30 am the last of the truck was unloaded at the new apartment!
That has to be one for the record books.
I don’t know how I would have been able to move, but God knew.
He had touched the hearts of six young men, a co-worked and her husband and my daughter to sacrifice time and strength for me.
You were all angels in disguise, you were sent on assignment to be a wonderful blessing to this traveler. May the Lord richly bless you!
The Mask
07 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: deception, lies truth, redemption, restoration
It was well made with care to look real,
Had the right size, look and feel,
It was used faithfully every day,
It was able convince and to sway.
So, they could not know nor could you see,
That the life lived did not agree,
With the life preached and was taught,
No one questioned or even thought.
The mask did it is work with expertise,
Able to hide the reality and sin’s disease,
It was worn to avoid the telling of truth,
Worn with children the old and the youth.
One day, a week, a month then a year,
Each morning the mask placed without a mirror,
An another day to pretend and to feign,
Easier and easier the deception to maintain.
The mask’s weight charges a hefty toll,
On the heart, mind and the soul.
The poison of falsehood and deceit,
Will destroy a life with a complete defeat.
How can the power of the mask be broken?
Is to embrace the words that were spoken.
Is to remember that truth is the sword,
It is held in the hand of our Loving Lord.
The process of removing the mask,
Is done by revealing the truth and then to ask,
To acknowledge the guilt and the deception,
Then ask for Calvary’s powerful redemption.
The process takes time, honesty and more,
The purpose is to see the truth and to restore,
Each day with intimacy and to draw nearer,
One day is to see His reflection in the mirror.
James 1: 23Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror 24and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. 25But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does.
Friends Lost and Friends Found
01 Feb 2010 1 Comment
in Reflecting Pond Tags: commitment, divorce, emotions, friends, healing, love
Over the past year there has been so much change in this travelers life.
I left the life that I had known for more than 35 years to embark on a totally different lifestyle. I am single no children to raise. Just to take care of myself. I have never done that before. I find it scary but refreshing.
In this change, I have lost so many people who I would have counted as my friends, and then found others that I though were acquaintances were so more than. I marveled at the process.
Just because you spent time with people does not a friend make. It is commitment to weather and trudge through mud and the messiness of life together. Through the time of my separation and divorce, I saw that many people simply choose not to involve themselves or just ignore the situation totally.
I have to be honest, I did hide out. I did not go to the places that would have caused me to run into people who might have provoked questions. I did not want to have to answer questions, I did not want to have to tell the awful truth of my husband nearly ten-year affair.
What would I have said?
I found friends in many different places, people rallied around me. They cheered me on even though I did not feel like taking another step. They spoke to me to keep on when I was unsure of would lie ahead. They came from unlikely places, but they were friends that I could count on.
I am grateful for those that have stood with me and those that have come along side me.
As I wandered in the darkness of the losses, I found those that helped and guided me to find those that would understand what was happening to me and around me. I found others that had traveled this road and others that were beginning it as I was.
I found my voice sounded similar to theirs. The struggles, and heartaches mirrored mine. It is amazing to see the strength as we shared. I have benefited from the relationships that are new and those that have been tested and tried.
On night I was talking to one of my new friends that was facing her court date, as she felt the waves of emotions, the need to protect her was so powerful. The bond that is formed is so strong, as we wade through the muddy waters of divorce and restoration.
I am so thankful those friends that do not judge, or demand or try to keep you on a timetable. They just keep loving you, and tell you are going to make it.
My Friends –Thank you.
Family Time
31 Jan 2010 1 Comment
in Reflecting Pond Tags: family, grow, relationships
This past weekend has been a time with family. My brother flew in from the west coast with his daughter. My daughter and I travel to Indiana to be together. It has been so wonderful, I enjoy my family so much. The bond of love is growing stronger each day. My sister’s illness and my divorce as well as other life events has rallied the family in ways that reach deep into the heart and soul.
One night we had chili, (we are know for our food at each get to-gethers). I looked around the room and saw how each was serving the other, hugs, kiss and back rubs were plentiful. My heart was warmed to the displays of love and affection. Now don’t get me wrong, can we irritate one an other of course. But we are learning to look beyond the momentary things and see that relationship is to grow and cultivate each opportunity.
I love my family! I love how each of us have grown and developed, I like who we have become as individuals and how it makes us strong as a family.
Dreams
29 Jan 2010 1 Comment
in Poems, Reflecting Pond Tags: courage, dreams, hopes, strength
Dreams
Buried beneath the rubble of disappointments
Abandoned along the road of events
Forgotten and faded like an old sketch
Too tired to believe, to reach and stretch
Where did they go, when were they lost?
Was it too hard or too high the cost?
When did the dream get tossed aside
When was it that the dreams died?
Dreams of innocent thoughts and desires
Of wishes and hopes to come, it requires
Dreams of what could be, what should be
To believe in the dream is the key.
Dreams help to move us beyond the past
To dream is to take us to places so vast
They show that life is full of new starts
New loves, desires and hopes for the hearts
Dreams push us to think out side of box
They cause us to see a path, not just the rocks
Dreams stretch and pull us to believe in possibilities
To a realm that only an open heart sees
Dreams reach beyond our own limitations
They can be found by our imaginations
Dreams transport us to new unknown destinations
They are new desires and fascinations
Dreams live in the realm possibilities
Dreams have visions that only know abilities
Planted by the Creator made for each
It is a tool by Him to cause us to reach.
Dreams that are watered by faith each day
And wrapped tightly in hope to keep doubt at bay
Dreams begin from a seed planted long ago.
So deep it begins and then to reality to grow.
They’re remembered in the times we pray
Each step with the dream brings us closer each day
Closer to know what is the Father’s vision
And to know His plans are made with precision
Dreams teach us to see past the doubt and fear
Hopelessness and sadness will disappear
When the dreams begin to take shape
And then their reality is our landscape
Dreams show us our courage and strength
So see to the journey and the great length
Of our Creator’s love and design
That His dreams are pure and divine
His plans and ideas are like a kaleidoscope
His dreams bring life, love and hope
They bring a refreshing new vision
To take hold of the dream it is our decision.
Brenda C 1/28/2010
A Year
16 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: dreams, healing, hope, life
It surprised her today, it has been nearly a year
The painful truths that made it unbearably clear
Dreadful signs lead to the only real choice
“This is not life, nor is it love” said her heart’s voice
She had hoped, she had prayed,
A different outcome began to fade
She had made countless pleas,
With her life on her knees.
Packing up a life with all its dreams
Trying to quiet her heart as it screams
Tears flowed freely as she took one last look
As to close the chapter in her life’s book
Her hands shook as she found her keys,
Doubt spoke loudly to sway and to tease.
A new life to begin she know not what,
She paused at the door then pulled it shut.
She began the drive to a safe place.
The stains of the tears marked her face,
A call came from a from miles away
The caller spoke truth as she made her way.
Fresh hope, new goals and dreams to believe
The hurt, pain and deception will leave
Time to heal, restore and to rest
To know that with Christ she is Blessed.
Nearly a year has passed how could it be?
She lived through the pain and is able to see
That day was a start and not the end
Her life is more whole, she is on the mend
The healing the comfort is hard to explain
The balm of His Peace applied on her pain
The questions the doubts, and fears are just
To remember His Love is to trust.
Brenda C © 1/18/2010
The Knife
16 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: deception, hurt, pain
THE KNIFE
It happen abruptly as quick as a flash,
The place on her chest displayed huge gash.
She felt searing pain from the wound that was left,
The knife pierced deeply the movement was deft.
The shock on her face, disbelief in her eyes,
Her voice but a whisper amidst the cries.
How did this happen, should she have known?
Such an assault would come from her own.
Her hand clutched her chest to stop the flow,
As the trickle of redness did grow.
Streaming tears told the agony and pain in the truth,
He had told her he loved from their youth.
Deception was the knife held in a familiar hand,
A stranger’s heart it was her husband.
Brenda C 1/6/2010
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