We don't have the answers

At this time of nations and personal tragedies I feel it is a time for prayer.
For quiet and silence.
For reflection and meditation.
For giving thanks and also for asking the hard questions of 
why... and how come and how can we go on?
God has not promised our life will be simple or easy or even peaceful.
Perhaps that is why he talked about the 'peace that passes' all understanding.
We so often don't understand why things happen.
Why tornado's hit and terror happens.
Why shootings and mass destruction of bombs take place.
We don't have the answers.
But we do know who does and HE does not have to explain himself.
We just need to trust even when the answers don't come to us.
{And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.}
(OR)
{And God's' peace, which is so great we cannot understand it, will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus}. Philippians 4:7
WE don't have the answers.
We just have to trust in the process of receiving the deep peace we can have within us from God at a time when we need it the most.

Blessed is the one

Joining Diedra on jumping tandem
A Sunday reflection for the Sunday community.

My turn to blog!

Hello I am Faith, Sharon's Grand daughter and she didn't have the "brain capacity" to do her blog tonight so I'm doing it. What a better than a teenager doing you grandma's blog so here it goes.

            My best friend Marissa was sitting in seventh period science and this boy was making fun of her telling her that she has no friends so her self esteem lowered. So i told her that she is very pretty and she has tons of friends and she will always have me and she kept on saying how no guys like her and thinks she's and annoying, ugly, freak. so the problems these days are how girls have such low self esteem well here's a message for all those girls that have said that well your wrong you are beautiful in every way and if your crush doesn't like you then they are blind and they the don't deserve you and they don't know you  as your real true self. So let it go! All the guys these days always like the girls that are fake, those girls can get anyone they want and i know it its fair. with your self esteem just know that you are beautiful and you don't need anyone to remind you. Guys and Girls can be mean know all the people that are bringing you down only mean you are on top of them. also don't hate the people who are talking about you behind your back just means there taking time out of there pathetic lives to think and talk about you. 

 here's a quote for you guys! “just because you fail once, it doesn't mean you're going to fail at everything. keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself because if you don't, then who will? so keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about ~Marilyn Monroe~

Peace out readers! enjoy your night :) 

~Faith~  i am starting my own blogg fromateenveiw14.blogger.com

Psalm 23:1-4

The Lord is my shepherd I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul.
He guides me along the right path for his names sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff they comfort me.
Joining Deidra and the jumping tandem and the Sunday community.

It was tradition

Wishing you
A day
When all the world seems to be smiling just for you!
This is what the card said that I sent my mother for mothers day.
With a big smiling flower the colors of yellows and oranges.
Then I wrote,
"Mom, enjoy a little sunshine and maybe a special treat too."
My mother has dementia and Parkinson's and is not able to care for herself any more.
Her days are spent in a chair or in a wheelchair.
They have moved into an adult foster home so she can have the round the clock care she needs.
Years ago, mothers day was a day for flowers.
We would go to the nursery stores and pick out pansies, geraniums and marigolds then take them over to our grandma's house and then to our mom's house.
Baskets of flowers for them to plant when they felt ready.
It was tradition. 
Flowers the first weekend of May.
Then things began to change and relationships did too.
Grandma became more senior and sold her home.
The assisted living home she lived in did not allow her 'flowers' for the outside.
Then when her dementia came it was again a change for everyone.
Our parents lived far away from us and the fresh flowers for mothers day became a memory in time rather than a every year occurrence.
I have never really liked the Hallmark kind of days.
Valentines day, Mothers day, Fathers day and any of the other 'days' that tell us one must do something to make it meaningful.
Can't these days be any day that has value and purpose?
Isn't mothers day the day a new mom holds her newborn baby and realizes the 'shift' in relationships?
No longer is she just a daughter, she is now a mother to a daughter or a son.
I am one of the people who stand at the card section year after year and read the sentimental words and wonder... really?
So much to think about on this mothers day.
It could be my last one with her.
My dad is very ill too and perhaps this is our 'year' for both of them.
We already said goodbye to my husbands mom and dad.
Traditions change as our lives move in different stages.
On this mothers day I will reflect and remember to pray for all the mom's with daughters and sons and tomorrow as I plant my new flowers in 'pots or baskets' and place my hands in roots and soil.

Perhaps I will even smile as I remember how it once was tradition.

A sister is comfort

The Friday challenge word is comfort.
You write for five minutes without editing. Then publish.
I am not sure how to write this mothers day weekend.

The bond of sisters is comforting.
I am the youngest of three.
I guess that has a perk but I have never felt how special being the youngest should be.
Our lives were different and our world was very different growing up.
I cannot say our 'earlier' growing up years were full of comfort.
Unless you count the nights of warm wash rags and Vick's vapor rub on chests that could not even try to breath in a decent breath of air.
I personally don't remember comfort as part of our younger 'growing up years'.
Comfort means peace.
Soft
a warm blanket kind of snuggling and a knowing...
A knowing that you would be safe.
We did not have that.
But as adults we do.
I have a knowing that I can call my sister any time in tears and trauma and she will listen with open arms and open heart.
I am thankful.
Comfort...
God gives us comfort.
A peace that passes ALL understanding.
That is a lot like a wonderful, comfortable sister relationship.
I am glad to say I have a sister.
A sister is comfort no matter what time of day it is.

Stop.

Cherub and flower

                                                     

photo by Rosie of Dundee, Oregon

The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, 

and rescues them. Psalm 34:7

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