SeaGlass Reflections

More Prayers Please

2009-10-31T12:36:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends, I just received an e-mail telling that one of my pastor's sister passed over last night. She is the last of his immediate family. I am asking you to pray for peace and guidance for Pastor Tony in the weeks to come.

Prayers Please

2009-10-31T12:18:00.000-07:00

My friend's husband, Glenn, had knee replacement surgery yesterday. Although he is doing well, please pray for his recovery. Also, pray for his wife Lisa and their children that they will be able to have patience and help with his recovery.

Starbucks Day!

2009-10-01T05:35:00.001-07:00

One good thing about therapy day is that I treat myself to a Starbuck's Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte with one Splendia (extra shot of Vanilla). For some reason, this little treat relaxes me and it really amazes me how when I am relaxed I am able to talk, vent, cry. So, twice a month I look forward to my "treat".

It's a shame that alot of us can't look at our faith the same way. We wake up each morning and go about our business and then eventually we think "oh yeah" thanks God. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we got up every morning and got excited about having our Latte with God? Our "treat" of therapy with our Lord.

For Kat

2009-09-30T10:17:00.000-07:00

Kat shared with us...now I will share with you:

1. Tell me the absolute best way to watch a movie: wait until it comes out on On Demand. Put on my PJs, a big bag of popcorn. Except for Mama Mia, my friend went to the theater an d we were the only ones in the theater so we sang and danced to the movie.
.2. Do you ever think about your own funeral? If so, do you have specific ideas about how you would like it to be? yup, have already told people what I want. No red roses. And, after, go back to the house, have a stiff drink and remember my jokes. When I told my husband this he told me we couldn't drink and tell my kind of jokes at church. Clueless.
3. Are you more of a giver or a taker? giver
4. Vacations: planned activities and schedules, or play it by ear? planned where I am going, play it by ear when I get there. Ask Andrea for elaboration.
5. What is one often overlooked item in your home that needs to be cleaned regularly?everything
6. Name a cause that means a lot to you.7. Autistic Awareness, Parkinsons Research, Breast Cancer Research
Do you eat a regular old peanut butter jelly sandwich, or do you customize it?Peanut Butter and Jelly alone. Why mess up a good thing And by the way, jelly or no jelly? blackberry
8. If we were having a conversation in person, how would I know if you were nervous? I scratch my nose.
9. Do you have an elaborate bedtime routine, or just the basics of tooth brushing and jammies?face cream(s)
10. Have you ever regretted something you wrote on your blog? don't think so
11. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a famous person or celebrity?nope Did you agree?
12. If you were going to dedicate a song to a loved one or friend, what would the song be and to whom would it be dedicated? my daughter MY GIRL. started singing it to her the day she was born

Ok, who's next

The Existence of God

2009-09-29T18:59:00.001-07:00

I went away for a few days. Not alone-I was with my husband and we went up to the lake in Central NY State. For the first time his father and step-mother will not be driving to Florida for the winter, they will fly; so we went there to say our winter goodbyes. You see, my father-in-law is 90 years old. And healthy, but he is 90. But, we were also there for another reason. You see, my husband was raised Jewish, and he still celebrates the holidays with his family. I go and I celebrate but in a different way. As I sit in the temple, I hear the words of the Hebrew people. The language of our Lord Jesus Christ. I hear the prayers that are recited and sung and I think that these are the words and prayers that our Lord recited and prayed. The prayers begin with thankfulness, to penitence, to mourning, to celebration, to forgivness. And as each section begins my father-in-law would explain something to me and say: "Read the English, and you will understand". So I read, commentaries, translations, and the ah-ha moment that I would like to share:
Isaiah 43:12 says You are my witnesses, says the Lord, and I am God.
The commentary is as follows: God exists; but unless we acknowledge this, and unless our belief in God's existence has some influence on our life and character, then for us God does not exist...God exists when we recognize God's sovereignty! The sages of the Midrash had their own way of teaching this idea that, in a sense, God depends on us just as we depend on God. When you are MY witness, I am God; but when you are not my witness, I am, as it were, not God.
How sad it must make God when we do not do his will. When we do not testify to his existence and accepting Him and His Son into our lives we are denying him and admitting that HE is not the the ruler of our lives, it is as if we are denying his existence.
I pray for each of you to open your hearts on the days you question and are hard; I pray for each of you to look into the heavens and say yes God, yes Jesus, I will live my life as you have asked.

Thank You

2009-09-26T05:32:00.000-07:00

I feel all the prayers but don't stop please. I am praying for each of too. I am thanking God for not leaving me alone and I have some dear friends to help hold me up with God. I will get through this. Co-dependancy is a nasty thing. It takes over a life and you lose all your worth unless that one person validates everything when you want it validated.
I am headed to the lake for a few days. I will be back Tuesday night. Have a wonderful weekend . I love you all.

Running

2009-09-25T09:59:00.000-07:00

Can't think lately. Have lost track of a friend and I am afraid. I am so co-dependant on this person to make me feel worthy. I haven't been this long chatting with "friend". "Friend" told me that the only way that I would ever hear or get a message was if something bad happened. I hate my co-dependancy. This is setting off my PTSD. My stomach is churning, my hands are shaking, my mind is running. I keep praying but feel isolated. I want to go somewhere safe from the hurt and pain.

STORM THE HEAVENS WITH PRAYER

2009-09-14T16:44:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends,
Walking this evening, I ran into a friend one block over. I had not seen her for awhile because of me being out of town. As we were talking she started to tear up, asking what was wrong, she told me how her husband had had a brain bleed in June and is still in the hospital. She thinks that he is aware of the family being there but he really makes no major responses. I told her that we would start storming the heavens in their behalf. So, please pray for Steve that God will hold his hand and heal him if his will be done. Please hold Becky in your prayers as she deals with terrible blow. The couple is in their early 40's and two children in elementary school.
If someone could tell me how to make a button for Steve and let's see how fast we can get this out. If anyone would like to e-mail Becky, message me at my e-mail and I have permission to give it out.
Storm the heavens for healing my friends

Jesus Saves

2009-09-14T10:13:00.000-07:00

Some of you have seen this-others have not. Please take 5 minutes and watch. It is my devotions today. Blessings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA

In Memory of .....

2009-09-10T06:30:00.000-07:00

WARNING:For some of you this post might be a little to graphic, and painful to read.

"For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their tresspasses, neither will you Father forgive your trespasses" Matthew 6:14-15

I was at my real estate office on a Tuesday; and, like every other Tuesday, my co-workers were also arriving for our weekly meeting. We laugh over the coffee pot, who gets the chocolate filled donut, who took the blueberry muffin, teasing each other about getting (or not getting a listing).
We take our seats, a phone rings, a friend cries as she listens on the phone and yells turn on the radio. "A plane has just hit the twin towers". We quietly start questioning what happened when we hear, the pentagon has just had a plane flown into it. Shock. A plane has gone down in Pennsylvania. A second plane has been flown into the towers. Each of us knows at that point that this was not an accident. Fear. Numbness. Anxiety. We try to carry on but in the end we give up and go home. After: we hold a friends hand because her daughter was supposed to be on the train that pulls into the underground of the towers when the planes hit. A friend's husband works on the 3rd floor of one of the towers. My nephew (15 at the time) was in school just three blocks away. None of us knew where they were. No communication. We had to wait. And wait. And wait.
I went home and watched the TV for hours. Waiting for the call that our dear Kevin was safe. It did not come until 9 that night. He had walked with his friends across Manhattan to a friends house until it could be planned how to get him and a few friends out to their home in Staten Island. Numbness set in. So many lives changed in just a few minutes.
The next Saturday was Rosh Hashana. My husband was raised Jewish and still celebrates the holidays. We were on the highway passing the dump when we realized at the same time that all the white tents, all the people in clean suits, and the massive amount of ambulances, and hearses, and rescue trucks were all there for the same reason. They were sorting remains. The reality of what happened the Tuesday before started to become a reality. But, the real reality was when we drove over the last hill to our family's house - the towers were gone, the smoke was rising, there was a hole where one of my favorite sites was. And yes, there were smells. One's I never want to experience again. And I began to cry, and the crying and shaking wouldn't stop. My husband ended up getting his sister and she took me and my daughter around the corner to where there was a total view of the devastation. She said look and see. Look until you can hold it in your heart and remember that this is what hate is and we now have to learn how to deal with this awful thing that has happened to all of us. And I cried and lashed out at God telling him that whoever did this should never be forgiven and be damned for all eternity.
I know that to be forgiven by our Lord, one must believe in our Lord and Savior. I am not the judge of others. God is the judge. Because I can't forgive, does Christ not forgive us? Or do we ask him for mercy and forgiveness for our actions and thoughts and know that he is always with us? I choose the later.

True to Ourselves

2009-09-08T05:59:00.000-07:00

Do not withhold Your tender mercies from me, O Lord; Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve. me. For innumerable evils have surrounded me; My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up;They are more than the hairs of my head; Therefore my heart fails me. Psalm 40:11-12. (Women of Faith Devotional Bible)

For the past few days I have started aching in my heart again for things I have done that I am not proud of. My head tells me that because I have pulled away from God and not done all of his will; and, my punishment is the bad things that are happening. Now, understand that this is my head talking, not my heart. My heart tells me that God has never left me, that he does not "punish. I have always dealt with my guilt by saying that God is punishing me. Reality, and age, have made me understand that this is not God doing this, but me living with the consequences of actions and decisions that I have made.

Thinking back I am sure that each of you has felt the same way at some point in your life too. We are each human. We find an excuse with living with ourselves when we have made a decision we are not proud of. But, we need to remind ourselves, God will not withhold his love, his mercy, his forgivness for we are each his children and we are forgiven.

Discovery

2009-09-05T13:19:00.000-07:00

I've been gone awhile-not from home mind you. Gone from myself. I needed time to be angry. I needed time to process the past two weeks. And here is what I have discovered.
1. When in trouble, ask God and your friends. God is going to pick you up. Your friends cry and pray with you. Thank you each and everyone.
2. We each age. Some faster than others. We want to hold on to our childhood. We want to hold on to our parents. There comes a time to take care of ourselves.
3. We can't make other people happy all the time. We can't change their situation. We can't change the circumstances. They have to make their own decisions about making their life full or take their own life.
4. It is OK to grieve.
5 It is OK to be happy and content with yourself.
6. There are situations in our life we can't take back. From the time that an injustice, pain, words, or an action it becomes a part of our life.
7. Say I love you more often. There will be a time in our life when it will be too late.
I am back now....and will be back with "My Will Be Done " soon.
I've missed you. Happy Weekend.
Labels: age, friends, God, happiness, happy life, prayer, sadness

Discovery

2009-09-05T07:53:00.000-07:00

I've been gone awhile-not from home mind you. Gone from myself. I need time to be angry. I need time to process the past two weeks. And here is what I have discovered.

1. When in trouble, ask God and your friends. God is going to pick you up. Your friends cry and pray with you. Thank you each and everyone.

2. We each age. Some faster than others. We want to hold on to our childhood. We want to hold on to our parents. There comes a time to take care of ourselves.

3. We can't make other people happy all the time. We can't change their situation. We can't change the circumstances. They have to make their own decisions about making their life full or take their own life.

4. It is OK to grieve.

5 It is OK to be happy and content with yourself.

6. There are situations in our life we can't take back. From the time that an injustice, pain, words, or an action it becomes a part of our life.

7. Say I love you more often. There will be a time in our life when it will be too late.

I am back now....and will be back with "My Will Be Done"

I've missed you. Happy Weekend.

Thank You With Much Love

2009-08-29T10:17:00.001-07:00

This has been the second worst week of my life. The first being the 5 weeks that my Dad was sick then passing over. In lost desparation I received the massive outpouring of love and prayers I knew that I would not be alone. I hurt so much watching my dear wonderful daughter struggle with the acceptance that she had been raped. Her anger, her low self-esteem, the struggle her boyfriend is going to. It is so painful for me. She is seeking help for which I thank God. With her struggle it has not become just about her, but about all women and this ugly injustace.

My cat was put to sleep on Thursday. The vet let me lay down with her and hold her. I heard her last breath. She purred until the end. Today I took out the litter box, washed her bowl and collected her toys for my daughter's cat. I miss her so much. I expect her to walk around a corner and slap the dog, or open the bathroom door. My dog has been going to the pantry where her food was and then to where we fed her. He went to litter box, paces from room to room and cries. He misses her too.

So much more, and I am tired. I am fighting my depression as hard as I can right now. I know I am in that downward spiral I get with the bi-polar but I am fighting. I am allowing myself the time to mourn. I am taking my meds. I have been going back to each of your posts for my bible verses. They are helping.

On a good note, I have many more blogs to become friends with. My love and blessings to each of my new and loving friends.

???

2009-08-27T05:58:00.000-07:00

How do I grab a button from another blog to pass on? Now you each know that I am new to this.

Help Please

2009-08-27T05:32:00.000-07:00

I need Bible verses. I can't find anything to settle my soul. My cat will die today. I feel anger with my husband. My daughter has been raped and her boyfriend just can't let it go so that she can get help and get on with her life. His anger has about destroyed their relationship. y mother is getting older. I feel estranged from my sister. It is becoming too much for me. I have caught myself sleeping alot. I can't let the depression control my life but it is creeping in. Dear friends, please help me.

Dear Kitty

2009-08-24T18:10:00.000-07:00

My dear kitty's days are at an end. She is in renal failure and when our daughter gets in on Thursday we will let her go. I believe that God loves our animals also and that he is waiting for her to give the angels as much pleasure and love as she did us. My heart is breaking...my heart hurts.

Life Goes On

2009-08-24T04:56:00.000-07:00

Good morning dear friends. Yesterday I left my Mother in her new home and came back to mine after being gone for 6 weeks. With all that has happened with my mother's move and my daughter I am exhausted physically and emotionally. But, the "@#@$" didn't stop when I got home.

My daughter and I had a chance to just be together with the 6 1/2 hour ride home. She has contacted the Navy in two different divisions of the base in Japan to find out how she can report this. The reply they gave was since she was not in the Navy they could do nothing. She was told that possibly that if she reported it to her police department they could give you the information you needed. Luckly her dear boyfriend is a policeman where they live and he can help. She is also going to a crisis center today now that she is home and I am sure they will have the answers on how to proceed. I am so proud of her finally screaming I won't take this anymore. Will keep you updated.

I am in awe of each of you that responded to my cries. And for you that this story bringing back the horrors in your own lives, I am so proud of you speaking out. My prayers for your healing are daily and I sincerely hope that your know that I will always stand behind you in your journey.

Telling my mother goodbye was so hard. But my daughter stressed to me alot on the way home that I am going to get sick again if I don't take care of me. It is time to let go. 5 years ago after my father died and I took over everything I became very ill. Apparently she feels that I am heading down that road. When did our children grow up enough to start taking care of us?

When I walked into the house last night, my husband announced that the cat has been spitting up blood for the past 4 weeks but didn't tell me bacause he didn't want me to worry. When asked why he didn't take her to the vet he informed my daughter and me that he had to work and on Saturday and Sunday's he didn't want to do anything. He told me that he knew I would take care of it when I got home. Needless to say my "mini me" went nuts on him and then barely spoke to him again before me taking her to the train station. I am going to call the vet now and see if I can't get my Ms. Charlie in this morning.

With love and prayers. Donna

My Child

2009-08-20T20:10:00.000-07:00

Life goes on as it has been. Up in the morning and off to pack. I am almost done now and with my daughter here it has made life easier...until now. I NEED prayers for her dear friends. Tonight it all came together for me for how I had a right at times to worry. Each of knows that when something is off with our kids. Well, I have been feeling this for awhile now and just couldn't put my hand on it. And now I know. Tonight just before dinner she broke, crying hysterically and I finally was able to pull her back to my bedroom and actually had to force her to talk. She was sick she was crying so hard and then out it came. She had been raped over Christmas.
My daughter had been in a serious relationship for a long time but he was now in the navy and stationed in Japan. She had met someone and knew that decisions had to be made in the relationships. So, she went to Japan to see and spend time with a man she was considering marrying. After a few days when she realized that this life was not what she wanted and she didn't love him enough to be married, she told him. And, he raped her. She now feels like it was her fault because she couldn't make herself fight back, she couldn't force herself to come home immediately. She said she just acted like it never happened. Until a couple of weeks ago the flashbacks started and she realized what was what. She told her boyfriend, the man she wants to marry someday, about what happened and he is so confused. I don't know if he really understand the logistics of why it took her so long to say this. She is going through the feelings of guilt, shame, maybe she deserved it. NO NO NO NO NO I told her I would be by her side through this whole process of whatever she needed to do; but, I insisted that she go to a Rape Crises Center when she gets home and I will go and hold her hand if she needs me to. Her love is a NYPoliceman and has connections about how to handle this. I don't know if her guy really understands though. I pray that he can heal too and that the relationship just becomes stronger instead of breaking down like some do after crisis like this. She thinks that if it does it is her fault for telling. I keep telling her this is not her fault. It is a crime of violence and should not be ignored. Of course armed forces won't deal with it but just confronting the situation will help to heal and let him know that she won't keep quiet and she will fight back now. I saw her get mad tonight. Good for her. But I want to take the pain away. I am praying hard to God to pick her up and carry through this. One good thing is now that she has admitted to herself and the ones that love her what has happened she has gotten mad. And she will work with being mad to make sure the right athorities know what he did. She knows that nothing will come of it but the fact that she did not stay quiet will strengthen her soul.
And now she has told another. Just a few minutes ago she told her grandmother. Three generations laid in bed crying and holding each other. We will all heal together. I just want to make sure my dear sweet Karen heals and will live a whole life again. Please pray for my child.

Tired

2009-08-19T05:11:00.000-07:00

Last night the manic phase of my bi-polar started. I paced, I rolled over and over in bed, my mind runs and the voices start yelling about everything I need to do. Each voice tries to talk over the other and each to make sure I hear the things that they want me to do. Needless to say it was a restless night.

My sister and I do not have a great relationship. She is selfish, believes that she should be taken care of and feels everyone "owes" her for all the bad choices she was talked into making. She is supposed to be here to help with the last of my mom's move and pick up the things that she wants from the old house. She has now put it back 3 times this week. I just can't deal with her, the packing and unpacking, dirt, heavy loads, Mom in denial that about the "things" she does not need anymore. I'm tired. I pray and I pray harder and I am tired. Yesterday I cried, then cried harder. All I got was a headache. If it were not for a few very good friends I would not have been able to do this. There is one very very special husband and wife that have held me up when I was falling. Dear Andria, you are my sister in heart and soul. I will walk to the ends of the earth for you and Doug. Thank you for being.

Blessings to each of you and blessings to the special people in your life. Donna

Letting Go

2009-08-15T18:24:00.000-07:00

Mom has settled into her new home and I thought I was settled with all this too. I still have more to do the next week and I am praying that I can get it all done.

Tonight we went to dinner in the dining room The food was amazing, the ambiance wonderful, and we really enjoyed our dinner. We must have we were there 1 1/2 hours. It is like a 5 star restaurant, appetizer or soup, salad, entree, dessert. Wow. Then my mind started wondering to the people around us. The widows, the old couples, the girlfriends that keep each other company. And I saw what this wonderful place was made for...getting old. I don't want my Mom to get old. I don't want to watch the progression of getting slower, walkers, thinking hard before making a decision. And then I realized that someday that my Mom would die here. That this is where she will live out the rest of her life.

Tonight I am sad. Terribly sad of knowing of what will come someday. I know take each day, each moment and praise God that we have this wonderful relationship and that we can enjoy our time together. But, I am sad. Tonight I miss my father. I miss what they had a couple, the love they shared. I'm lonely. I know that God keeps me from truly being alone, but my heart hurts.

New House

2009-08-13T20:00:00.001-07:00

Moved Mom into her new house and it is so beautiful here. Unfortunately, the movers didn't hold up to all of their end of the bargain and I am still moving things out of the big house. I hope it is all done before I have to go home. I am exhausted from "all" the dealings with people. Mom just let's me do it all and I'm tired. I decided that I will "take care of things" and allow her to be co-dependent until I leave this time. After that, she MUST start learning to take care of things herself. Of course, it will make it much easier since all she has to do is pick up the phone.

My sister arrives on Monday. She could be a book within herself. I will write more on her someday. But for the time being, I describe her as selfish, needy, and inconsiderate of all but herself. She wants it all from mom's house that she couldn't take, and Mom gave it to her. When she asked for something and I told her Mom was taking it, her reply was "What does she need that for?". My boys need furniture. Of course, my daughter does too but dear sister of mine said mine need it more. She has one mantra: Daddy told me that he would always take care of me-you should hold up to the bargain now that he is dead". Just a taste of the story. But, I regress.

Anyway, this is the perfect place for Mom. All our prayers are answered for a safe nice place for her to live. And, she is happy. We can all thank God.

Mom and Me

GOOD NEWS!!!

2009-08-10T05:27:00.000-07:00

Good news my praying friends. Ellen, my aunt that Andria ha been having you pray for, saw her eye doctor on Friday. The news is not as bad as she had feared. The hole has closed but it will take the bubble they put behind it about another month to 6 weeks for it to disapate. This doctor told her though that if the last doctor that did this had used a larger bubble for the surgery that she probably would not have had to go through this again. She is up, no more hanging her head. So, she is still healing and much in need for each of us to PRAY PRAY PRAY. Keep it up dear friends, our prayers are being answered. AMEN

Letting Go and Moving On

2009-08-09T05:09:00.000-07:00

Part 3 of my "Thy Will" has to be put on hold a few days.
As a few of you have become to know, my Mother is moving to a tiered retirement and health care facility (it's more like a town to be honest). For now, she is very healthy and will be moving into a "cottage"(2100 sq.ft home) in the independent living community. Like most who move, we feel like we are just walking in circles getting nothing done for the packers that come tomorrow.
Until yesterday she was handling this move pretty well. When a friend came to help by getting the dogs and keeping them at her house until the move is complete in a few days, Mom realized that the end of living in this house was coming. As the dogs rode off she realized her dear Grace, a lovely 4 1/2 lb Papillion, would never spend another night in the only house she has never known. Mama and Daddy built this house together 20 years ago when they retired; and, her moving is letting go of one of the last things they did together . I know that I will not be able to make this move easier for her. I won't be able to stop the pain of telling a old life goodbye. But, I will be able to hand her the kleenex, hold her hand, and pray that her "new" life is full and happy. And as I do, I am asking you to pray for me that I have the strengh to help make this move the easiest I can for my mother. But most of all, please pray for my mother, Sue, that her new life is one enriched with love and friends, a quieted soul that she will live the rest of her life enriched with all that there is to offer.

My Mom and Grace

My Will Be Done - Part 2

2009-08-07T05:43:00.000-07:00

....fast forward to Christmas Eve 1993. We had been transferred to New Jersey 5 weeks ago from Vermont. We had just found a Methodist Church that we felt at home with and attended services that special special night. On the way home, my daughter and I were discussing the birth of Jesus. Out of no where she announced "I don't believe in Jesus anymore. I don't believe in Christmas. I don't believe in Santa. I don't think I believe in anything". I am sure you can understand what I felt and how my heart fell. I asked her why and she responded that she had been praying for a week and had written Santa for only one thing and she didn't get it. I asked what it was and she wouldn't tell me but after much cajoling she said "Snow."
Snow! Now what? It was 45 degrees and clear clear skies. It wasn't going to snow. I knew what I answered would be very important. So, I explained that sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers the way we want and I am sure that he has a reason. Maybe it was to believe no matter what. She became very quiet. We arrived home and she shot upstairs crying and slamming the door to her bedroom. I started the soup and looked out the window and prayed: "God, help me say the right words to this lost child. She is miserable living here. She has lost her friends, all she knows, and her faith. When I open my mouth, let them come from you." (Now go get a tissue)
I looked out the window and it was snowing! Snow! At 45 degrees and clear skies. I called her down and made her close her eyes as I led her into the back yard. I held her head up to the skies, told her to stick out her tongue and open her eyes. And, as we stood in the backyard crying, I looked at the yards next door and there was nothing there. Not on either side, not across the street. "Thank you Lord. Thank you for this miracle to give my child. Thank you thank you thank you!" And as I prayed the snow stopped. We went in and within 5 minutes the snow was gone, the stars were out. Sometimes our prayers are answered.
That night faith was lost, faith was found.
Be still and know that I am God.