Thursday, December 14, 2017

No Change


If we have problems in a relationship, we are quick to want the other person to change

their behavior to fall in line with our wishes. Trouble is, we can’t change someone else.

We can only change us. You can change how you react to a situation. You can change what you expect from another person and you can change who you hang out with. BUT don’t expect the results to be any different if something doesn’t give.


Monday, November 6, 2017

The View


The View

            My first massage was in Hot Springs, AR. The place had huge tubs of different temperatures and you chose the one that suited you best. I was a bit uncomfortable undressing until I saw one lady come out in her swim suit. You don’t want to feel overwhelmed by something that makes you feel good.

            Over the years we made the trek back even taking my father. He came bouncing out like a young man. Sadly, the bath houses have closed and the spa are locking their doors. Hotels that once offered a massage now do so only in the busy season. I hate to think that hot tubs have taken the place of a full body massage.

            If you take a cruise, the massages are one of the first things to get booked.  I once called a spa and asked for a massage the gal said “I think we do those.” I definitely had the wrong place.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Progress


I’m making progress.
I got up early enough to see the sunrise.
The room overlooks the bay so the water slaps up against the bank.
I made coffee, opened the drapes and curled up in bed to sip.
The sun first turned the sky red, then pink.
Before I knew it the sun had popped up above the horizon.
I glanced away to pull the blanket up and it seemed as if the sun
had jumped up a whole inch. 
Just that quickly, the sun had made progress across the sky.
Just as quickly, the clouds swallowed up the sun leaving only a few rays behind.

 Life is short. Enjoy every moment.
May you have lots of sunrises in your future,
Like cold water to a weary soul is good news from a distant land.  Proverbs 25: 25  NIV

Lord, thank you for the gift of communication so I can share my world with others.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Bless the Lord


Bless the Lord, you His angels,

Who excel in strength, who do His word. PS 103: 20

So that your youth is renewed

Like the eagle’s PS 113: 5b

Friday, September 15, 2017

Enjoy Today

We should live for today and learn from the past;

if you get so caught up in the past you can’t enjoy today

or move forward to tomorrow

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Prepared


Now some things you can prepare for like keeping milk and bread in the freezer, if you have one.

Flour to make your own bread and powdered milk are good alternatives.

Keeping extra gas requires a container and a place to store it.

Some things you just can’t prepare for, like the water rising so quickly.

            We filled the bathtub with water to wash off with and flush the commodes when needed.

Stopper didn’t work and someone just had to have a bath. Water was still useable for flushing

commode. Maybe that person doesn’t know how to deal with issues. You have to be flexible and

your wits about you.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Lost Everything


Lost everything not really. You may have lost material possessions but if you and your loved ones are safe you can replace the other stuff. Lost everything when you lose hope or lose sight of God.

Monday, August 28, 2017

True Survivor


      True Survivors



True survivors are built one event at a time



like laying bricks for a wall.  Each incident



makes you stronger and gives you the skills



to survive.  Catastrophes produce heroes



who survive through monumental hardships



but the true survivor makes it through one



small crisis after another, building an inner



strength that can face any calamity with



the knowledge



            “I am a survivor.

            I will get through.”



Doris Jean Shaw ©

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Unfinished Projects


Unfinished Projects

My grandmother made a shirt for my cousin who was in fourth grade. The shirt had
the buttons sewn on and the button holes made. This was back when women actually
sewed at home and did things by hand. The one thing missing was the collar, which
was together complete with lining but had not been attached to the shirt.         
My cousin was a bit older than
us.                                                                                                                                        
When my younger brother was in fourth grade, Grannie gave the shirt to my mother
still minus the collar. As my son approached fourth grade, Mom passed the             
shirt to me. I sewed on the collar and my son wore the shirt.                                                     
In the space of 25 years or more, the unfinished shirt had been passed down three
times before it was finished. It got me to thinking about all the projects I start and do
not see to fruition.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Traveling


Traveling

            When I enter a new state, I stop at the welcome center.

Sometimes I am greeted by offers of coffee or fruit juice

but always with helpful information.

            At a new town, I stop by tourist information.

A lot of the places are located in what was once the rail depot.

All share the nuances of their particular local.

I have found the best meat pies in the South only to discover

a similar claim in the north.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

More


Been going through the closet, drawers, shelves and getting rid of things I no longer use, need can wear or have worn out. I didn’t realize it would be such a task. Why can’t I let go of an old T-shirt that has holes in it? Is the sentiment attached to it holding me back? Am I afraid if I let go of the memory, it will never surface again? Knick Knacks clutter the shelves; each one has a memory attached. I hate to dust the shelf. I have to take things down, dust wipe them off and put them back. When it has lost its joy, it is time to let go.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Homeless




Homeless conjures up images of what?

Most would think someone smelly, living on the street, digging through

trash cans.

Think again; look at it backwards less a home.

Home is where you lay your head at night but what if

you don’t have that luxury. Homeless happens for a variety of reasons:

mental illness, alcoholism, job loss, etc.

I have heard stories but I have my own.

               My first memory of being homeless was spending two weeks in a

car parked under a shade tree. It was summer in the South. Dad

had a job but places to rent were few and those available would not rent

to families with kids. There was a park and big oak trees. A station at the

edge of the park allowed us to use the restroom where we could wash up each day.

Dad walked to work for two weeks. At the end of that time, Dad moved us

to his mother’s for a week until he could find us a place of our own.

                Another time, my husband left me. I slept on my mother’s couch; I had no

Job. Are you technically homeless? The next time I had no home,                                                                      

I stayed a while with my brother. No place to call your own is hard but having                                                     

Someone to help makes it bearable.

                I balked or more like I froze trying to explain what it feels like.    

As a child, you accept things as they come. Everything is new and exciting.

We played in the park all day, slept in the car at night but we were together.

                As an adult, it is different. You go to bed when the last person does and get

up with the first one. There is no privacy. I long for a good night’s sleep.

I keep my clothes in the car at the ready. I had responsibility. I had two young children.

I asked for help to find a job. I was told that since I had a college degree and

could teach school, there was no help. OK granted but remember this was June

and not a time for employment. I made it but I had a bad taste in my mouth.

I had help from my family. What do those who have no family to help do?

                Don’t judge to harshly until you know the facts. What is the saying,                                          

”There but for the grace of God go I.”

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Three Days


Three Days

            My husband has a cousin who said throw out company and fish after three days. Now Shaw would come in on Monday night and leave Wednesday morning. He said that was three days. My husband never kept fish after a meal. So what is your limit for a stay?                                                                 Going some places and staying the night can be a real ordeal; you can’t wait to get out in the morning or worse yet, they suggest you stay in a hotel. So what do you do? Stay in a hotel. Other places feel like you have not been there long enough when it has been two weeks and time to go. What makes the difference? The people and their attitude to spending time with family. If we treat our family like friends would they stay be easier? I’m not sure but I do know that some people have a different relationship with friends that leaves them wanting to spend more time together.                                 When my kids were in college, we took turns finding a place to meet. If you could make it fine, if not, there was next time.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Mother's Day


Mother’s Day

My mother has been gone for over thirty years.

Sometimes I look back and realize that the issues

she had; were part her own doing and part of her medical history.

I think she did not take care of herself like she should have.

Easy for me to say as I have been there. When you care for others

you often put your own needs last. It is very easy to do

if you have young children or are caring for someone who is ill.

I have a short guide to help you.

The ebook will be released as soon as I can work out some technical

difficulties.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Look for the Samll Things

My grandsons ages 3 and 5 were sitting in front of the oven door
watching the cup cakes rise; the anticipation of fresh cupcakes only heightened
by the prospect of a birthday party.

I was told this was much better than watching paint dry as there
was an end point and action along the way as the cupcakes did their thing.

Have often we miss opportunities to enjoy the wonder  around us even if
it is a small thing.

By the way, my youngest grandson who turned three said the cup cakes
were delicious.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Am I Ready

Am I Ready?

At the turn of the century, one of the glossy magazine came out

with 100 things you should do before the end of the century.

I thought I was pretty square; however, I did read through

and discovered I had done all but three.

That's not quite correct.

I've never driven down the coast in a red convertible

but I have ridden down the interstate in a convertible with the

top down. Those who know me know that cruising the coast

is one of my great joys.

Does that qualify?

Friday, January 27, 2017

Take Time for You

                        “Take time for yourself,” I tell caregivers. The usual response is a shrug of the shoulders and a ‘How?”Some recognize the need to take care of self. Others never see the need because they are so busy being a martyr taking care of everyone but self. It does not make an impression when I mention, “If you go down, who takes over?” These caregivers assume they are invincible, like teenagers, they believe they can handle anything that comes along. I stand in awe of them. When they fall, I hope there is someone to help get them back on their feet so they can go back to their passion with a new attitude.                                                                                                     
                For me, I found that I could make it six months going full tilt. Now that I am a bit older, I give out a lot sooner. Like on an airplane, you are told if the cabin looses pressure, put on your own mask. What will it take to make you realize that you cannot do it all? Maybe I can give you some hints to help make your life better, even if you don’t think you need it. Give it a read.                                                                                              You cannot be on duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It is not possible. You have to sleep sometime. You need to rebuild yourself so you have something to give. If your bucket is empty, you have nothing to give to the one you care for. Replenish yourself.                                                                                        So you don’t feel you can take off an afternoon, can you manage ten minutes? Get up early in the morning and take some time for yourself. Make you feel better? Then find other ten minute segments to take as your own.  

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Where Do I belong?


            We walked into a restaurant in the community where my husband was born.
I noticed he fit right in with the farmers gathered around the tables drinking coffee
and chatting. With their work boots and cowboy hats to shade them from the glaring
Kansas sun, you could tell they spent a lot of time outdoors. A few had caps on but all                      
shared a common lifestyle. My husband even drove a pickup. This place represented                                     the life he led.
What about me? I didn’t dress like the few women in the place. I don’t own a pair                    
of blue jeans. Where do I belong?

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Good advice


            ARGUING
            People argue about the strangest things. I remember watching a TV show where the husband and wife were arguing about which way the toilet paper should roll, up or down. They even included other people in the argument. It got to the point of ridiculousness. If all you worry about is which way to put the toilet tissue on the holder, you have no worries. Still we as humans want to be right.
            Bud and I had a disagreement about a stop light. He said it was a certain way. 
I knew he was wrong and said so. Then I got to thinking about it. I discovered two things: 
1. How could I prove him wrong? 
The light had been changed so there was no way to prove either of us correct. 
2. In the grand scheme of things, what difference did it make?


            My younger brother gave me some advice: “Pick your battles.” Amazing since he did not have kids and he was always picking fights; I knew he was right. Let the small stuff slide and don’t compromise on the big stuff.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Notorious

Notorious
My husband’s great aunt had two sons that led a rather exciting existence. If I mention their names, would you consider their backgrounds before you jumped to conclusions? They were noted for taking things that did not belong to them but the reason they did would at least help you understand.
I know just a few people in the Bible where we are presented with the back story: Moses, Joshua, David, Samson and Paul. There really aren’t many named. Knowing their past lets you see how God can use each of us to accomplish His purpose.



10 times they put me to the test. Numbers 14: 22