There are twelve days of purpose before I can claim the gift of Seventy-five years of age. I have set several goals to accomplish in this bridge of time. I want this time to be a period of reflective writing about people, places and things that are important to me. I was reading in the book, Redeeming Grace: Look How Far God Has Brought Us, and I saw a quote about my husband’s near death experience three years ago. The chapter that we co-wrote was set in a window view because my husband described this time as trying to get out of twelve windows. I was instructed in a dream to write about his experience. I also wanted to include others whom I now call my “Grace Contributors.”
Today I saw the the words, window guard and angel in the same sentence and I determined this would be my purpose path. I wanted to remember the times when God set before us life more abundantly. I am convinced that I am responsible and accountable to look to my next level of purpose. I have a great amount of work to see my purpose manifested and I start with prayer, praise, practice, position and positive energy.
Today I found some poems I had written for encouragement and this one fit my starting the day as we prayed on the Prayerline6am. I am blessed as you will see:
It is no secret what God can do, He is able to do all things for you When I think of the things God has already done, It gives me the praise for Father and Son.I stand in awe as I watch God provide I feel His Power moving on every side.
It is now the early hours of the morning and I just listened to an inspiring speaker say that “We all have and will have our ups and downs.” I just got in the bed to practice falling asleep and discovered it was not the time or place. I moved to my blog that is dedicated to my GirlMic Leslie. The butterflies carry some of the names who are prayer intercessors and I said I would count them as others count sheep. I have set a 03::00 goal to go again to bed but I thought it would be a good time to count the people who are helping me get through another day. I decided to double my words of thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ for the opportunity of another day to don my wings.
The definition I have chosen is, “ruminate is Figurative. to think or ponder; meditate; reflect.” Today I experienced a muted moment of prayer as I listened to a group of prayer warriors give praise reports and prayer requests. I have chosen to make this observation in response to the prompt: ruminate. I am working to […]
On New Year’s eve, our Church had a “Ceremony of Remembrance and Healing.” I do not feel like I was completely able to participate because I was not feeling well. I chose this as my first 2017 writing because I see many things written about the joy and grace connection of remembering. I thought it might help others if they felt the grief of not having someone present. I am remembering my GirlMic Leslie as I light my candles and speak about her love for family. “Praise the LORD O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.”
In my quest to write today as I prepare to attend another daughter’s transition and comfort another mother, I pause to honor the love of a mother. It has been a year and 24 days since my #GirlMic took flight and it was another sleepless night as I imagined the pain of this mother preparing for her final earth goodbyes. This week has been an up and down travel week as I put prayer in place for those who hurt. I joined the “Legacy Connection” as I continue to pursue wisdom. We are all in position and a place of grace.
I have just returned from a private day party where my children, SonD, GalVal, grand girlP and great grandgirl KEB and I sent balloons into the air as we celebrated the Date of Birth of my daughter Leslie. I remember not going last year when it had only been 12 days but seeing that my sonD had gone and placed a balloon and took pictures. We decided this would be an annual reflection and memories event It as amazing to see my family smile and remember her. I wanted to put this birth day in pictures and prose as we remembered.
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.