Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Red Hanging from the Trees

Do you see it?

The more you look around my place,
both inside and outside ...


... it's quite obvious a retired fire captain lives here.

On windy days, this little fire truck windchime makes beautiful music.


And sugar plum is mesmerized by it.

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Linking up with:

Cherry World 1


and

A Southern Daydreamer for Outdoor Wednesday





Monday, January 30, 2012

The Necessity of Rest : Monday Musings


Warning: Long post ahead!
 
Are you getting enough rest? I don’t mean the kind where you rest your head against the back of the car-seat at traffic lights. I’m talking about an extended rest, when you don’t answer the phone, you don’t turn on the computer, you don’t do laundry, you don’t go shopping. All you do is rest.

How is it that our ancestors had the same 24 hours in a day, with no washing machines, no dishwashers, no microwaves, no computers, no fax machines, no cell-phones, no pagers, no disposable diapers, and yet they found time to sit on the front porch after a long day’s work?

All of our modern devices are meant to save us time, but they’ve become an enabler, of sorts. Instead of taking a few minutes to sit a spell and do nothing, after putting that load of laundry on to wash, we sit at the computer and engage in meaningless activity that requires our eyes to focus, our hands to move, our brain to connect.

Such activities, even as harmless as they seem, can produce more stress in our lives, giving us less time to rest.

The harsh truth is resting is not a priority for many people. They claim they don’t have time to rest. They are caught up in the mind-set that we need to fit as many activities into our daily lives as there are waking hours.

We sign our children up to play a myriad of sports, then spend hours on the roads, shuttling them back and forth. We agree to make homemade brownies for the fourth-grade Christmas party, when the boxed kind would have worked just as well. We volunteer to make a dozen craft projects for the fall bazaar, when we know Aunt Ida and Uncle Bill are coming for their yearly visit. In short, we run ourselves ragged trying to accomplish it all.

According to the National Sleep Foundation, a lack of adequate rest is responsible for all sorts of problems. Here are just a few:

  • Difficulty concentrating
  • Increased feelings of stress
  • Inability to handle minor irritations
  • Inability to perform tasks involving memory or logical reasoning
  • Increased absence from work
  • Psychiatric problems
  • Increased risk of accidents—at home, on the job and on the road

Too much stress, and not enough rest, can also create serious health problems. Doctor Redford Williams, a behavioral medicine expert at Duke University Medical Center says there is a strong connection between stress and poor health. “What stress does, in all different forms, is lower resistance to all pathogens,” he says. This leaves people more susceptible to infections and even some cancers.”

If you study the life of Christ, you will discover that He was never in a hurry. He took time to rest, to talk to children, to get away from the crowds, to be alone with His Father, even when the people  pressed against Him.

I don’t claim to have all of the answers, but making a few decisions can change your life:

Create a Reasonable Schedule

I won't re-write the post I wrote about this last March, but creating a schedule for yourself can make you feel like a new woman. You can read this post here, but don't get so distracted you forget to come back. (wink, wink)

Limit Your Obligations

Learning to say no is difficult for many people. They fear they will be ridiculed or that somebody will stop liking them. They want to please everyone at all times. They believe they are disappointing God whenever they say no to helping out in every church and school function that comes along.

I’m all for getting involved in church activities and community projects. The secret lies in knowing how to prioritize and limit your commitments.

For example, if you teach Sunday school, organize fellowships, work in the nursery, serve on the youth committees, sing in the choir, direct school plays, volunteer at a crisis pregnancy clinic, deliver meals to senior citizens, teach a weekly Bible Study, and head up the ladies auxiliary, on top of your obligations at home, you’re stretching yourself dangerously thin.

There is no way you can be successful at anything when you try to do it all. In his epistle, James warned that “a double minded man is unstable in all his ways” (James 1:8). There’s nothing wrong with not being able to do it all. You are, after all, one person. You have limitations. How much better it is when you focus on a specific area. Not only will you be more successful, you will be able to schedule time for rest and relaxation without feeling guilty.

Stop Trying to be Perfect

Attempting perfection can drive you and your family bonkers. It also leaves little room for anything else in your life—including a relationship with God. If we were perfect, we would have no use for God’s mercy, grace, forgiveness or help.

One of my favorite verses of Scripture comes from Psalm 6:2 where David says:  “Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak.”  I have often quoted this verse while in prayer. I am weak. I am not perfect. I can’t be perfect. I am human. I can’t do it all. Lord, I need your help.

If you struggle with perfectionism, I encourage you to ask God to help you learn a better way. It is not His will that you go through life worrying and stressed out. The Bible is filled with Scriptures that admonish us to “wait patiently,” to “rest in the Lord,” to “be still.” 

There are a number of ways you can better your life and get the victory over a perfectionist attitude. Begin by asking for help from family members. Children can fold towels or set a table. The job may not be done to perfection, but resist the urge to correct and criticize their mistakes.

I recall the first time I asked my daughter to fold a load of towels for me. She was about six at the time and the results were lopsided and uneven—a perfectionist’s nightmare. But just as I was about to offer assistance, the thought hit me right between the eyes:  It’s just a towel, for crying out loud!  What difference does it really make how it’s folded under the counter? Who will see it?

I was pleasantly surprised at the relief that came when I accepted her less-than-perfect attempt. It was OK. It was really OK. And I am happy to report that all these years later, I no longer worry about how the towels are folded.

When you learn to let others do things around the house, you may not get perfection, but it’s one less thing you’ll have on your to-do list, and it takes you one step closer to that comfy recliner where you can put your feet up for a time of pure rest.

Find Small Ways to Rest

If you don’t have large slices of time in which to rest, don’t fret. There are countless small ways to grab a few minutes for regrouping and refueling your energies. Here are a few:

  • Soak your worries away in an extended candle-lit bath, with the door locked.
  • Turn off your phone, turn on some soothing music, and recline on the sofa for at least 30 minutes.
  • Sit outside and watch a sunrise or sunset.
  • Lay flat on your back in the grass and gaze at the heavens for a solid 15 minutes, or until your eyes close.

It’s easy to get so busy and tangled up in the trappings of this present world, that we lose sight of the daily miracles of life itself. Making time for quiet and rest is essential in order to reap the abundant life God wants us to have.

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This post is taken from my book, Home Improvement (9 Steps To Living A Joyful Life). All rights reserved.





Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Post-It Note

It wasn’t how we planned to spend that cold Sunday morning two weeks ago, but a strange and trying set of circumstances required us to rise before daylight and head east.

As we drove across Lake Houston, the sun was just beginning to paint the horizon in the colors of morning. An early fog rested low across the water. A sight to behold.

You must understand. The Man isn’t one to stop on the side of the road and let me bask in the moment, while fiddling with camera settings. Oh, no. So I knew I had to act quickly, or I would miss this glorious thing.

Normally, I take a camera everywhere I go (bloggers tend to do this, travelers tend to do this, and I am both). But I hadn’t brought a camera along that morning; it was the last thing on my mind.

I was still in the learning curve with my new smart phone and had never so much as taken a single shot with its camera. But—taking a deep breath and a giant leap of faith—I whipped it out and managed to capture this shot.

As I studied the photo later that day, I realized it was a post-it note from God. It seemed He had written these words just for me: You may be in the midst of a trial, dear child of mine, but I’m still here, and blessings still abound.


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Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you. I will help you.
~
(Isaiah 41:10)


Linking up with a new blog party, Sunlit Sundays.


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Red In My Dining Room

Having been married to a firefighter for the past 31 years, it would be natural that I love pops of red throughout my home.

My dining room is small, but has some of my favorite pieces in it.

My pie safe is home to quite a few red touches.




Even the drawer boasts a bit of red.


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After Christmas, I changed up the top shelf of this antique dessert cart a bit, adding a small lamp. I like the red geraniums, even if they aren't real.

On the ledge of a mirrored window sit three old bottles, one with a sprig of red berries for a little flair.

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Linking up with the following parties:


and Kim's






Thursday, January 19, 2012

A Place of Safety

I don't know who took this photo, but isn't it amazing? I almost get tears in my eyes every time I look at it.

God has promised us a place of shelter, a place of safety, a place where we don't have to do anything but trust.

That doesn't mean the storms of life will pass us by, but it does mean that when the storms come, if we stay close to God, He will give us strength to get through it.

One of my favorite Psalms is Psalm 91. Here are just a few verses:

He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Surely he shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.

He shall cover you with his feathers, and under his wings shall you trust: his truth shall be your shield and buckler.

You shall not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flies by day.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.


(Psalm 91:1-5 & verse 11)


Joining up with Inspiration Friday.


Friday, January 13, 2012

The Latest from the Retirement Home

Another week is ending and yours truly has not blogged a single word. The reason is simple and true: I’ve been a busy bee.

For starters, I finally joined the 21st century and got a smart phone. Woo-Hoo! I was expecting to be poky slow learning this thing (I detest change), but I’ve surprised myself. For the most part, it’s been a breeze and I’m loving my new toy. I've spent a lot of time getting the hang of it, setting up this and that and a whole lot of the other. I think I'm ready to roll.

Let’s see … what else? Oh! I finally got Christmas dismantled and stored for another year. I admit to having a hard time saying goodbye to the pretty lights and décor that I love so much, but I do like the fresh slate that appears, once everything is put away.

I changed up my mantel a bit.

The cameras here are very special. The Yashica-12 on the right is one I picked up many years ago, back when my photography was earning me a little money (emphasis on little). It is a large format camera and I dearly loved the photos it produced. Such sharp images, unlike anything a smaller camera can do.

The old Kodak Pony 35 belonged to my ex-brother-in-law’s grandfather. It was given to me (by my ex-BIL) when I began my photography business back in the early 80’s. I've enjoyed it and I love the shape of the flash.

The photograph is one I took of the Golden Gate Bridge in August. I thought it would make a nice compliment to the cameras.

The English silver pitcher is something I shuffle around the house as the decorating spirit moves me. It’s so useful and lends a nice touch no matter where it lands. Here, it’s holding a clipping from my ivy plant. In order to accomplish this, without messing up the silver pitcher, I used an empty Folger’s coffee container, filled it with water, and placed the clippings inside. They will stay fresh like this, well, almost forever.

In between all of the above activity, I’ve kept sugar plum here and there, with pleasure, always.

I guess that’s it from the retirement home. The Man had the road atlas out the other day, so that means he is feeling the onset of spring already (as in Major League Baseball spring training). Lord willing, I expect we will hit the road come March. Florida, here we come. Nothing like planning ahead.

I’ve really missed you all, and I look forward to cruising through blogland very soon, seeing what you’ve been up to.

Until next time, sweet friends, blog on.



Friday, January 6, 2012

The Little Worshipper

Back in November, I went shopping with my niece and her little daughter, Ainsley. If you come to my blog often, you know my great-niece has been a great source of joy to me since her arrival on the planet 13 months ago. I call her my sugar plum and she is exactly that.

Anyway, back to my story. Every store we walked in, the second Ainsley heard the piped-in music, her hands would go up in the air and she would let out a soft, “Whoooo,” and get a sweet expression on her little face. You see, Ainsley attends church regularly, and her mother is the music director at the church she attends, and, the simple truth is Ainsley loves to praise the Lord. Whenever she hears music, she is instantly transported.

And don’t tell her you can’t worship to secular music. As you can see in the photo, it didn’t matter that we were in the middle of Chipotle, or that the song wasn’t a trusted hymn. Her heart could not contain her worship; she had to show it.

I’m reminded of the words of Jesus when he said in Matthew 18:3: “Except you be converted and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”

Lord, I want to worship you like sweet Ainsley, not worried about who is looking, or what song is playing. You are worthy of my praise every hour of every day, whether I’m in Chipotle, or in a chapel.


Sharing this with Charlotte at Spiritual Sundays.





Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Thinking Inside the Box

If it has four sides and a bottom, chances are it would make a great planter ... or a home for just about anything else.


If I recall correctly, The Man had this old wooden box when we married in 1980.


No idea from whence it came, but I've make good use of it.
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I bought this old dynamite crate in an antique store years ago.

It's yielded itself nicely to a variety of plants through the years.
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This old wooden pail (with handle) came from a remnant shop in McComb, Mississippi many years ago.

I enjoy using it for seasonal plants and flowers.
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One of the most versatile (smaller) containers  is the popular cream cheese box.

When using box containers, you are only limited by your imagination.


Joining Marty's Tabletop Tuesday event.




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