I don’t know if it is because of my quirky personality or just a loose screw but the newer fad of putting googly eye on inanimate objects makes me laugh. Recently a friend of mine, who has the same loose screw, sent me a photo and told me where to go to look up more photos of the same and I did. After a good chuckle, I decided a story needed to be written, to remind us to laugh even when it hard, and for us here to not forget the recent derecho that pushed through Iowa leaving millions of dollars of damage. Some are still dealing with its aftermaths. A derecho is like a short termed hurricane running across the ground. So here you go…as told by the local trees.
The Storm of 2020, In Memory of Slim
This silly story does have a heart to heart true message. Life can be hard and can knock you down from time to time. But don’t give up. That life storm may be just the thing to help you be what God needs you to be. Hang on, reach out to His hand and left Him guide you through all of life’s storms.
Let His goodness, love, patience, peace and kindness wrap around you snuggly so that you can show others that God never leaves you alone. He is always by your side. So have faith as best as you can, smile as much as you can and always be kind, even when it is hard.
Tonight I release a little bit more. A little more pain, a little more hurt, and gain a little more courage and a little more self worth. Its been a long journey and I pour out a little more of my soul with the help of my computer to continue my journey in healing. Tonight I watched again, the movie “I Can Only Imagine”. Fabulous movie and the song is probably my favorite all time song. If you haven’t seen it, or heard the song, you need to.
This true story of pain and courage from an abusive home and the hope from its story’s journey has been a huge inspiration to me to remind me there is life after abuse. There is hope after abuse. And there are dreams after abuse.
While I did not come from a physically abusive home towards me when growing up, there were the occasional drunken brawls of abuse between my parents. And what so many do not understand is that there are many forms of abuse other than physical and all of them are detrimental to children of the home.
Colossians 3 reminds us of correct rules for Christian homes reminding parents that they are to love each other as Christ loves them and to not discourage and embitter the children. When children become discouraged from abuse in the home, it sets a standard for their understanding and let me just tell you – No one…No one…and I say it again…No one should be allowed to harm another person with physical action or with words, whether they are family, friend or a total stranger.
Because a lot of times it creates a cycle and it takes a lot of courage and effort to break that cycle. I was not strong enough to do that. Off and on for twenty years I stayed in an abusive marriage. It took two divorces from the same man for me to finally break free of this pattern. And it took another ten for me to gain strength and courage to survive on my own, with three children. Then it took another ten for me to find a new life of courage and self worth with new dreams. Life is hard and I don’t know how anyone can survive this life without Jesus Christ, its hard enough for those of us who do follow him.
My revisited dream of being a writer is actually coming to the front. Will I be a best seller, no, but my second book is in process of being printed and I am hoping it will be out in October. It is a sequel of my first book…about dogs. God instills in us survival techniques that sometimes can come out in various art forms. Some people turn to music, some to painting but I turned to writing. Dogs were a big part of my survival so I turned them into people and wrote about them. It was fun and encouraging for me as I still fight with self worth. When you are told for many years how worthless you are, it takes a while to flush that all down the toilet. I am enclosing one of the first poems I ever place of WordPress. I was inspired by a fellow blogger’s photo and it shows how even now I struggle with self worth in Christ knowing full well to him I am precious. Never forget how much God loves you and that he always has a plan for you. Grab hold of his hand and hang on.
I see and maintain it still is not fair,
I have nothing to lay at the top of the stair.
It’s not my fault, I did nothing wrong,
Well, maybe I did, it’s just been so long.
How long has it been since I climbed to the top,
I remember its relief, why did I stop?
How can a symbol of such astounding grief,
Be given to us to bring us this relief?
With love so amazing, to the cross did He die,
To flood us with gratitude that still makes us cry.
The burdens we carry don’t always seem fair,
Always we can lay them at the top of the stair.
The first step looks brittle, can it carry my weight?
This burden is heavy and may seal my fate.
As I touch each step and climb ever higher,
Is this what I should do, is this really my desire?
As I clear the last step, the cross is before me,
I question my worth, did He also die for me?
As my knees get bent, I’m smothered by His grace,
And I lay all my burdens at the accepting cross base.
Probably the reason I push kindness like I do is because I fully understand its benefits, it value and how easily it can spread. besides it is one of the fruits of the spirit. So I remind you as always the utmost value of kindness. Please be kind.
It took us by surprise, no one expected this sight
The winds began to blow as they roared down the plain
Tearing everything up it touch, like a runaway freight train
Those along the coast know how hurricanes can be
But here in the midwest, its tornadoes we usually see
The width of the destruction on an in-land hurricane
Makes our widest tornado look like a minor pain
A reminder to us all, no matter where we live
Mother Nature is a force, her respect we must give.
When you get slapped in the face by something you can’t describe or understand, you write about it to help ease the pain. I was a very fortunate being through this fiasco but I have many friends who were not as fortunate. Some paid with their lives.
There are still areas without power, and cleanup will be for months. Some of these trees were decades if not over 100s of years old. Two other picture I wanted to include but it didn’t fit in the poem was one house was hit by an airplane wing that had been ripped off of a plane and sent flying. The other one was where a house was destroyed and a beam from it was sent through a house across the street.
If you are a prayerful person, please send this part of the US your prayers. Much loss of homes, business and the farming industry was crushed. And I don’t even want to talk about the wild animals that were killed and displaced.
If you care to see further pictures, they are all over the internet. Look for Iowa 2020 Derecho.
It is hard for me to close as I always do, but now more than ever, this world needs to see, feel and receive as much kindness as we can share with each other. There are lots of storms facing all of us all over this world. Please always be kind.
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry around the phrase “nine years old, and she never had a chance”
Nine Years Ago
It was nine years ago today, that faithless day, when life erupted with come what may.
The car she was in, offered no shelter within, as it hit the black ice and began to spin.
With injuries so grave, her leg they could not save, now at age nine she must be brave.
Her dreams of dance, was lost at first glance, knowing now she never had a chance.
Some dreams are alive, a determination to thrive, beyond expectation they too survive.
For others can see, the grace that can be, regardless of crutch, the beauty of she.
Now dreams of dance, where once was no chance, joyfully fill her with happenstance.
As life can sometime throw you into a tailspin, try not to give up but continue to strive for your dreams. And always try to be kind even when it is hard.
Do you have those days when you think…why did I get out of bed?? Linda G Hill has a post she shares periodically called “What Day is it Anyway?” so I have one to share with you that I am still not sure was real except for the spot still on my sidewalk when I got home…
Let’s start the day over..(Oh, good grief no) but only with words.
Got to sleep until 7 before the dogs wanted up, which was great as it is usually 6 when they start stiring. Don’t know why I complain as before retiring I was up at 5…but I am retired now…well semi, didn’t like full retirement.
The morning routine was normal – took my shower, had a bagel with cream cheese and was ready in plenty of time to leave for my part time job. I had plenty of time for a quick email to my boys to let them know I love them…it’s a mom thing. I get that done, put the puppy up, gather my lunch bag, my keys, my phone and set the alarm and I am good to go. I open the door and all hell breaks lose…
Scooting right between my legs into the house is a chipmunk aka ground squirrel. My bird feeder attracts them but usually they run from you. Don’t know what spooked him to run towards me…and Mimi, a coonhound/black lab mix, 65 pounds.
And the chase was on. I could not help but think of my friend Carl and his squirrel story as it ran through his house with his two small dogs chasing. Good grief.
Mimi is barking that high pitched coon hound holler/bark thing they do, tables are being knocked about, I chasing both trying to catch the squirrel with a dish towel that was being used as a dust cloth and then…the alarm goes off because I didn’t close the front door. Crap! I got it turned off before it went full bore and called the police, meanwhile squirrel and dog are going nuts but fortunately staying in one room. The squirrel made a dash for the hall but Mimi hit the broom going after him and knocked it down spooking the squirrel who did a quick u-turn right inside the bookcase since the bottom of it was empty. I grabbed the (new) round dog bed and covered him to keep him in there so I could grab him. I am crawling on the floor trying to catch this varmint, and I am sure this was an interesting chuckle for my guarding angel and who ever may have been watching from heaven. You know they do.
Thinking I have him, I get to my feet only for him to wiggle free and fall out of my hands…right into Mimi’s mouth. NO! I screamed and sweet Mimi dropped him but I think the damage was done. He lay there limp but I was able to get him back outside to hopefully regain consciousnesses and run/limp away. I lay him gently in the shady part of my front stoop and went back inside…to start the routine over. Got Mimi settled with a Milk Bone, reset the alarm and out I go. I check on the squirrel and he is still unconscious but seems to be breathing. I look toward my car…wait, where is my car…oh, crap again!! We had a bad storm last night and I moved my car to the garage in case we had hail. The garage is out back with the walkout basement. I park out from so I don’t have to deal with stairs. I lower my head shaking…I am not going back in that house, I will just walk around.
I get to the gate and can’t get it open. Because of the rain, the wood had swollen locking the gate in place. The people who put up my fence really did not understand what all was involved in putting up a fence…I am sure you have read my earlier post of that nightmare and me having to rebuild the front portion of my fence.
Now what? No way can I climb the fence. The triangle hoe thingy was laying there where I dug up some weeds the other day so I used it to slip in the crack between the gate and the fence and pry to gate open…eating up precious time in trying to get to work on time.
Finally got the gate open and I head between my house and my neighbors house to get to the back yard. Got to the garage, no issue, got to the car no issue. So I opened the passenger side door to put in my lunch bag and my breakfast juice and realize…I don’t have my purse. This time its D___!
I get in the car, drive back around to the front of the house to go get my purse. I almost have to body slam the gate to get it open – the hoe is on the ground inside the fence. I go inside, unset the alarm, grab my purse, reset the alarm and finally I am off to work! I did not shut the gate…just in case I needed to come back for some reason.
So, that was my day start…how was yours…
Life is filled with things that can drive us nuts if we let it. It is hard to keep our calm at those times but rewarding when we can. Sometimes we can even chuckle at life as it throws its curve balls. Remember to watch for those curve balls but swing hard for the good pitches. God will reward us when we do. And as always remember to be kind, even when you don’t feel kind…
Interesting idea of sharing the successes and failures for the past year hosted by Sparksfromacombustiblemind. With a blog name like that how can you not come play. So with a New Year themed set of question, I am game as I had a pretty remarkable year. So here we go:
What was the single best thing that happened in your life this past year? That is easy. This past year I became a published author. After retiring in 2018 I was extremely bored and almost depressed. Its hard having a high energy job to do nothing. So I picked up a hobby I started in 2016, finished it and submitted it. If you love animals and are a believer in heaven, you might be interested in seeing what heaven is like froma dogs perspective with Our Home of Love.
The most challenging? That is also easy. During the last quarter of 2018, I had both feet operated on so 2019, I had to learn how to walk again. When one foot got done in September and I seemed to do so well, I decided to go ahead and do the other one in December. What I didn’t realize is why I did so well with the first one is I had the other not operated on foot to lean on – now I didn’t have that and it was difficult for several months.
One thing you learned in 2019? A lesson I have to relearn and relearn and relearn…Patience.
Given all your experiences, insights, and lessons learned in 2019, what’s the best advice you could give yourself for 2020? Take one day at a time and don’t sweat the small stuff that doesn’t get done – its all small stuff. Don’t borrow tomorrows troubles on today.
What’s the best meal/food you ate in 2019? Sorry, I live in the mid-west now and after living in Atlanta for 20 years, the food here is..boring to bad. Sorry, I guess I am just spoiled.
What are three activities you plan to use in the coming year to relieve stress? Since I was not able to walk much this past spring, I plan to walk on the nature trails of a historical park near me. Also walking along the parks at the river is nice as well. Not sure what others will come my way, maybe a trip to Atlanta to go eat – that would be a fabulous activity.
What brought you the most joy and are you going to do more of that? My friends celebrating with me my new found joy of writing. The support and love they share makes it twice as fun and yes book two is almost complete and the start of ideas for book 3 and swimming in my mind.
Lastly – Any resolutions you’d care to share?I am not big on resolutions as they usually don’t last but I am going to give an idea I saw a good honest effort – Put my cell phone down more and pick up my bible instead. Also I am going to make a sincere effort to ensure I spread as much kindness as I possible can.
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And in all things that we do, we make ripples in the lives of people everywhere we touch and interact with. So make your ripples kind so that kindness flows from you in a wave outward to circle the world.
The answer is No. It is our past that makes our present. Scripture tells us that through our trials we gain strength and preserver onward. While trials, problem or difficulties we may come across can be hard we have a choice – we own it or it owns us. I chose to be the owner and through the grace of God, preserver.
If you live in the US, may you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. If you do not then have a wonderful week and may you remember to always be kind.
The resilience of nature is truly amazing. A week or so ago I posted the demise of my banana tree left alone for 5 minutes with my new puppy. Lesson learned and tree was moved to the no puppy zone, aka my bedroom.
They are a pretty hardy plants, after all they survive hurricanes, so I was hopefully. Today circumstance were perfect to sneak in a Sunday afternoon nap, and it was fabulous. But right as I got comfy my eye caught this…
I was so excited and told you that if I saw it reviving, I would post its picture. It lives. And as I lay there looking at it, I asked myself again “wonder how tall it is going to get”, after all the ceiling is only so high.
Nature is an amazing thing when you think about it. Think about ancient civilizations now gone and nature reclaiming the land. God’s amazing creation.
While thinking about the amazing attributes of nature, remember the amazing attributes of mankind. We too can be resilient in hard times and with God’s help we are an amazing creature. Remember to reflect the love in you from God to those around you to make His kindness radiate to others.