To my beautiful flower garden that Tim made for me? Maybe it has dissapeared because I have for a while... Time to write...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The rain summer this is getting to everyone these days. It's dark, bleak, and darn awful. Certainly this summer is not a reward for the icy, stormy, long cold winter we roughed through. Summer 2008 is not what any of us likely expected. We had brides who waded through hail, mud, rain and mud this summer. For the first time in a very long time, I had jeans on the other night - with a white rain coat - hat and all.
However, as I was taking pictures last weekend at the cottage - I had particular joy one day when the sun peaked out and showered us with rays of sunshine. As the day neared an end I attempted to capture every moment of the sun's rays - right up to the setting over the hills.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
When we least expect it....
Life just keeps happening. I get up in the morning with so much intention and by the end of the month (after many mornings of intention), I realize that somewhere along the line.... I just didn't get to it, whatever it was!I have attempted to write a few times this past months. I start out with a few lines and then once again face the writing "dry spell". I was encouraged by a friend to write about the "dry spell" and I think I tried... but faced little success.
And then sometimes when we least expect it....Today I received a note from my one daughter. She shared that sometimes she didn't really see things and sometimes doesn't say much - but she thinks I am a big part of the "spark" she carries in life. I was very touched and humbled by her words. I joked a bit inside thinking... "oh no - her crazy and passionate personality is my fault"!. After the chuckle, I was more humbled by my ability to effect who she is and who she could and will be.
A racing thought entered my mind, if only I could start over with all four of my children. Start over with a purpose and plan of how I was going to guide their walk, encourage each of them in their individuality, shape them to incredible heights with my utmost ability. If only.....I think about the "silver lining" of who each of us really are. The lining that lies quietly below the worldly elements of who we are in reaction to a world around us. The protected core that is tucked safely below the human walls we create to survive the crashing waves of life. The core that shines like a precious gem. This core is the element of who we are. He created that core - do we know why?
I can only begin to imagine how our Father paces with anticipation, excitement and wonder just waiting to see what we are going to do with all He has done to ignite our individual sparks, to mould us exactly as He wants us. How touched He is when we just stop and share our hearts with him. How thrilled He is when His precious child thrives with love, passion and spark.How blessed we are that we have our Father who watches from above with more love in His heart for us than we could possibly imagine.
Life just keeps happening. I get up in the morning with so much intention and by the end of the month (after many mornings of intention), I realize that somewhere along the line.... I just didn't get to it, whatever it was!I have attempted to write a few times this past months. I start out with a few lines and then once again face the writing "dry spell". I was encouraged by a friend to write about the "dry spell" and I think I tried... but faced little success.
And then sometimes when we least expect it....Today I received a note from my one daughter. She shared that sometimes she didn't really see things and sometimes doesn't say much - but she thinks I am a big part of the "spark" she carries in life. I was very touched and humbled by her words. I joked a bit inside thinking... "oh no - her crazy and passionate personality is my fault"!. After the chuckle, I was more humbled by my ability to effect who she is and who she could and will be.
A racing thought entered my mind, if only I could start over with all four of my children. Start over with a purpose and plan of how I was going to guide their walk, encourage each of them in their individuality, shape them to incredible heights with my utmost ability. If only.....I think about the "silver lining" of who each of us really are. The lining that lies quietly below the worldly elements of who we are in reaction to a world around us. The protected core that is tucked safely below the human walls we create to survive the crashing waves of life. The core that shines like a precious gem. This core is the element of who we are. He created that core - do we know why?
I can only begin to imagine how our Father paces with anticipation, excitement and wonder just waiting to see what we are going to do with all He has done to ignite our individual sparks, to mould us exactly as He wants us. How touched He is when we just stop and share our hearts with him. How thrilled He is when His precious child thrives with love, passion and spark.How blessed we are that we have our Father who watches from above with more love in His heart for us than we could possibly imagine.
Friday, March 28, 2008
I am thinking about the days when I sat night by night at my computer sharing my thoughts. I have professed to have been going through a "dry" spell. I think in all reality it's not a dry spell I am in. I believe it is that my engines and thoughts are all drained after sharing those precious moments with my husband during the day and evenings. What to do... hummm... save it for the blog or hubby... I am sure hubby would be grateful to have time to rest his beautiful ears.
I have a beautiful friend who was "let-go" of her job two weeks ago. What a shock she has endured....ater many years of making her place of employment her "home" away from home. The comfortable days she shared with many friends over coffee and lunch breaks. The responsibility of handling all the telephone calls as her duty called her "the voice of .....(the company". She is now sitting at home trying to make sense of this happening. I made sense really quickly - she is blessed to have the time to truly enjoy the upcoming summer of sun and fun. Worry about the rest later I said.
Oh how shocking it is when the carpet is pulled up from under our feet and we land on out butts to make new ground. I can't wait to see what adventure comes her way!
Love Ya girl...
Cheri
I have a beautiful friend who was "let-go" of her job two weeks ago. What a shock she has endured....ater many years of making her place of employment her "home" away from home. The comfortable days she shared with many friends over coffee and lunch breaks. The responsibility of handling all the telephone calls as her duty called her "the voice of .....(the company". She is now sitting at home trying to make sense of this happening. I made sense really quickly - she is blessed to have the time to truly enjoy the upcoming summer of sun and fun. Worry about the rest later I said.
Oh how shocking it is when the carpet is pulled up from under our feet and we land on out butts to make new ground. I can't wait to see what adventure comes her way!
Love Ya girl...
Cheri
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Happy Birthday Brian!
This Saturday is my son's 26th birthday. "Where did those years go?" I have been asking myself. I flash back to a little skinny blond haired boy with a huge smile and sparkling blue eyes running around a soccer field. Brian always had a ball or bat in his hands since the moment he was co-ordinated enough to hold either. His second birthday gave him a plastic golf club set. He drove my mother crazy as he ran through her home hitting everything in site. Look out if you were in his way. Brian was NOT the calm child - he was very very active, bouncing from one person to the other, crashing the bottom of his crib into the floor and making all of us tired by the end of the day. I remember the day his friend came running to the door screaming that Brian was hurt badly. He had been riding his bike and drove head first into a cable box. I found him sprawled on the front lawn grass of a neighbour's house. The skin on his legs and arms , torn open bleeding and oozing. That was not the first time his injuries had my stomach doing flip flops. There was the time he was playing soccer and another kid playing overkilled on his kick and instead of just kicking the ball, got Brian directly in the eye. Within one minute (no exaggeration) Brian's eye and forehead was extended double the size with a deep colour of blue/purple bruising. Then there was the time he was coming home from school running through the school yard (on February's solid ice) and slipped, fell backwards and came home with an egg size lump - again purple/blue/red blood colour.
Brian was just not a vehicle for accidents, he was so cute. His hair was white blond, he was tall and tanned and absolutely adorable. His sense of humour was always evident. I miss the little boy but love the big man he's become. His sense of humour is still there, his white blond hair has changed into mousy blond. I don't get the hugs I used to and he no longer asks me to tickle his back....but he's the awesome wonderful person he's always been.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GUY!
Mom
This Saturday is my son's 26th birthday. "Where did those years go?" I have been asking myself. I flash back to a little skinny blond haired boy with a huge smile and sparkling blue eyes running around a soccer field. Brian always had a ball or bat in his hands since the moment he was co-ordinated enough to hold either. His second birthday gave him a plastic golf club set. He drove my mother crazy as he ran through her home hitting everything in site. Look out if you were in his way. Brian was NOT the calm child - he was very very active, bouncing from one person to the other, crashing the bottom of his crib into the floor and making all of us tired by the end of the day. I remember the day his friend came running to the door screaming that Brian was hurt badly. He had been riding his bike and drove head first into a cable box. I found him sprawled on the front lawn grass of a neighbour's house. The skin on his legs and arms , torn open bleeding and oozing. That was not the first time his injuries had my stomach doing flip flops. There was the time he was playing soccer and another kid playing overkilled on his kick and instead of just kicking the ball, got Brian directly in the eye. Within one minute (no exaggeration) Brian's eye and forehead was extended double the size with a deep colour of blue/purple bruising. Then there was the time he was coming home from school running through the school yard (on February's solid ice) and slipped, fell backwards and came home with an egg size lump - again purple/blue/red blood colour.
Brian was just not a vehicle for accidents, he was so cute. His hair was white blond, he was tall and tanned and absolutely adorable. His sense of humour was always evident. I miss the little boy but love the big man he's become. His sense of humour is still there, his white blond hair has changed into mousy blond. I don't get the hugs I used to and he no longer asks me to tickle his back....but he's the awesome wonderful person he's always been.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GUY!
Mom
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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