Just My Imagination?

Not sure if it just my imagination, but we have been crazy busy this month. Like busier than I remember being in a long time. And here is my theory… new leadership that supports Christmas is reviving people’s love of celebrating it. And people have more jobs and justice is being served to some horrible people and people are celebrating life in America again. We want to party. That is my theory. But whatever the case may be, last year there were few Christmas parties and this year they are all over the place. And we are doing and serving more than last year because last year, my Daddy’s transition to heaven was still fresh. And although it is busy, we are having a blast and really enjoying being a part of life again and celebrating Jesus’ birthday all month long. ❤

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Good Communication

The key is that good communication relies on a series of words conveyed, the hearing of this words, the reaction of the listener, and their return words. If there is damage to any of those parts or additional parts added (like body language, tone, eye contact or lack thereof, distractions, additions because of reading into it because of damage, intentional biases, any other thing or energy level or illness or frustration with the neighbor’s cat or weird things digesting or whatever, good, meaningful communication falls apart. It is one thing to say something, even flawlessly, and it can be quite another to be heard as intended and read properly, without insight into intentions or woundedness. So there is a problem we all have with communication these days, it seems. So, I pray more. I pray that I will say the right words at the right time for the right reasons and be heard that way. I think we all need to pray that more. You can mean something well and then be misinterpreted unwittingly or purposefully. So pray. ❤

Don’t Worry, Be Happy

Don’t Worry, Be Happy Lyrics by Bobby Ferrin

“Here’s a little song I wrote 

You might want to sing it note for note 
Don’t worry be happy 
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double 
Don’t worry, be happy
(Don’t worry, be happy now)

Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy

Ain’t got no place to lay your head 
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy 
The land lord say your rent is late 
He may have to litigate 
Don’t worry, be happy 
(Look at me I am happy)

Don’t worry, be happy 
Here I give you my phone number 
When you worry call me
I make you happy 

Don’t worry, be happy 

Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style 
Ain’t got no girl to make you smile 
But don’t worry be happy
Cause when you worry 
Your face will frown 
And that will bring everybody down 
So don’t worry, be happy 
(don’t worry, be happy now)

Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy

[*4th verse not in radio edit]
Now there is this song I wrote 
I hope you learn it note for note 
Like good little children 
Don’t worry, be happy 
Listen to what I say 
In your life expect some trouble 
When you worry 
You make it double 
But don’t worry
Be happy, be happy now

Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry
Be happy
Don’t worry, be happy

[Radio edit continues here]
Don’t worry 
Don’t worry don’t do it, be happy 
Put a smile on your face 
Don’t bring everybody down like this 

Don’t worry
It will soon pass whatever it is 
Don’t worry, be happy.”❤

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/onehitwonders/dontworrybehappylyrics.html

Not Sure When It Happened

A lot I do remember, some is still fuzzy, and I have lost the memories of many a tumultuous year. And I have forgotten many deep wounds and remember others still (although the pain has been replaced by scars dripping with forgiveness), lots I appreciate and many great little moments worked in. I remember many guys, which led me to the decision that either most guys are selfish or more likely that I have not exhibited great wisdom in the past choosing guys, which is far more likely (or maybe 50/50 with college guys of which I am referring). And somewhere along this 43 year trek of road along this journey, not even sure of exactly when, but I believe God has tamed me. Through suffering and moments of glory, God has melted this wild girl into some semblance of a tame but strong, Godly woman. That is certainly not to brag, I am not sure if I know of many more humble, but it is to say that God is a miracle worker because me being tame is a miracle and only God could do that. I have been a fighter rebel, proud and strong, defending the weak (and me too) most of my life, living free and wild by hook or crook, desperate for adventure and attention and a kind word from anyone, no matter what it took to get one. And God shaped that sad soul into the woman I am, His little girl grown up to be momma to many. And that is why God is my Champion, my Lord and Master, my Savior, my Father and my Friend. He made me, I blew it, and He remade me. What story is more beautiful? Any that go like that. God is everything, friends. Don’t neglect Him for He does not neglect us. He is for us.❤

Naval Cadet Sea Bees

This is way off of my usual topics, if there is such a thing, but I wanted to pass on information that has become known to me and I think is pretty cool, based on my being a patriotic momma. My son has been involved as a Lead Cadet in the Naval Cadet Sea Bee battalion. You have to be 10-12 years old to be a Lead Cadet and you graduate to Sea Cadet from 13 through high school. It is not affiliated with a school, such as ROTC is, and they work well with homeschoolers. What they do is drill one weekend a month (like a boot camp training) and throughout the month they do service trainings, such as working with Veterans functions or community service, etc. They learn service and respect and earn rewards and rank for it and it is fabulous. Now you know. ☺

Life is Also in the Pain

As a doctor, I know some stuff about medicine and the human body. And I have read up on many illnesses, they just fascinate me because of my love for humanity and how things work. And a book I read about leprosy opened my eyes to the appreciate pain as a valuable part of life. He documented lepers throughout their illnesses as he treated them. Their biggest problem and sadness was not being able to feel pain, so they would get wounds they didn’t know about. They wanted more than anything to feel pain because they stated they don’t feel alive or a part of life without it. Pain is connection. Since reading that book, I look at pain differently. We barely grow in character with good times, however immense growth and character development happens through pain. At least for me it works that way. I don’t go searching for pain still, but if it comes, I am appreciative of the lesson I search out. It is a good part of connection, learning and life. ❤

Of All the Beautiful Days

This day was full of busy (the 5-k and making of a costume before a deadline) and beautiful catching up with wonderful friends we love dearly that live far away. It rang with the familiar bells of too much to do, blended with the joy and peace of reuniting with very great friends and then more busy-ness (the flat tire) and then more beautiful with watching my husband’s other band play a gig and then being a roadie. Busy and beautiful was the order of the day, and despite every potential frustration, I have been unable to stop smiling. Truly, God’s brilliant light shone on us all day long. He is the Maker and lifter of our heads. May God be praised!!❤