Monday, June 29, 2009
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
THE RED ROSE FOR MY FATHER
For you my loving Father who was always there for me. You held my first child with loving arms.
You are missed!
You are missed!
FATHER'S DAY...A GIFT.. A RED ROSE
My father was the cornerstone of my childhood. Let me tell you something about him. He was a short man with coal black hair and beautiful blue eyes. He was Irish. He always dressed in a three piece suit and wore a Homberg hat. He shared with me the love he had for his mother. She played piano in the church. She taught my father to play the piano and cook. When she became ill he cooked for his mother, father and four brothers. He shared the great sadness his mother had to bear when death took her four years old female child. She reported the child before her death would point toward heaven and called it home. Dad had a happy childhood on the farm in West Virginia. He hunted, fished and did productive chores that the farm demanded.
Dad left the farm for the big city of Huntington, WV. He was a strong natured young man who was not afraid of hard work. He worked as a carpenter while he paid his way through business school. I recall him driving me past Kellogg Elementary School and sharing he help build the entryway frame. Later on the timeline of life my daughters attended that school briefly. Now back to Dad. He was a likable person who could communicate and laugh. The women particularly found him to be very attractive. He eventually built a wholesale candy distributing company; the largest in the state of West Virginia at that time. I was his pride and joy. My earliest memories of him are: He would hold his hand next to mine and shared how our hands were similar. I would snuggle close to him with my head resting on his chest and hear the soothing sounds of his heart beat. We were one of a kind.
Dad loved sports especially boxing, cooking and playing the piano. He wrote a song for my mother that went something like this "...I love you as the flowers love the sunshine..I love you as the roses love the dew..." I have a record of dad singing this song while playing the piano. This record was recorded on the latest recording machine purchased by my mother in the 1950s'.
Another great moment for me was when Doug and I visited dad with our first born child, Dawn. Dad held her gently in his warm arms as though she was so delicate that she might break. This brings tears to my eyes to this day remembering the love of that moment.
When I lived in NY my dad would send me beautiful letters about his childhood and always a recipe from those days. I know dad gave me the desire to cook. He also loved to garden. He built a house for my mother and myself. He had flower boxes filled with petunias. I love to plant gardens wherever possible by planting vegetables and flowers. I never learned to box though dad taught me to "...protect your face with your left hand and hit with your right hand". When I was around five years old, dad taught me about compassion. I was rather spoiled in those days. My mother purchased clothing for me from the Kiddie Korner costing several hundred dollars a month. While hanging around my dad's office some very poor children appeared. He took all of us to a store and purchased soap and toothbrushes for them. He set an account for them in the store to purchase food. I was overwhelmed. I went to school the next day with a bag full of dresses for some kids living in difficult situations. The teacher called my parents who gave their approval for the gift. After the divorce I went to Marshall University and graduated with a Master of Arts majoring in counseling. I spent the last part of my ages of 40's, 50's and 60's working with people with emotional and addiction issues. A gift from God and my earth father.
My dad passed when I was living in VA. I received a phone call from my aunt stating dad had passed from his 3rd heart attack at the age of 61. I was devastated. Doug and I drove to Huntington for his funeral. I last saw dad peacefully in his coffin. I touched his hand gently. That hand was cold...a coldness that reached my soul. I kissed and placed a red rose on his coffin.
I treasure my dad. He was not perfect...he was perfect for me. One thing I know, he loved me with his heart and soul and my love is the same for him. He gave me many gifts that I was not aware of until I looked back upon my timeline. One day in the third dimension we will sing love songs to our heavenly father, Jesus Christ.
The lesson: Love and honour your parents. Forgive them for not being perfect. Life is brief. When they are gone you want to have good memories not regrets.
Dad left the farm for the big city of Huntington, WV. He was a strong natured young man who was not afraid of hard work. He worked as a carpenter while he paid his way through business school. I recall him driving me past Kellogg Elementary School and sharing he help build the entryway frame. Later on the timeline of life my daughters attended that school briefly. Now back to Dad. He was a likable person who could communicate and laugh. The women particularly found him to be very attractive. He eventually built a wholesale candy distributing company; the largest in the state of West Virginia at that time. I was his pride and joy. My earliest memories of him are: He would hold his hand next to mine and shared how our hands were similar. I would snuggle close to him with my head resting on his chest and hear the soothing sounds of his heart beat. We were one of a kind.
Dad loved sports especially boxing, cooking and playing the piano. He wrote a song for my mother that went something like this "...I love you as the flowers love the sunshine..I love you as the roses love the dew..." I have a record of dad singing this song while playing the piano. This record was recorded on the latest recording machine purchased by my mother in the 1950s'.
Another great moment for me was when Doug and I visited dad with our first born child, Dawn. Dad held her gently in his warm arms as though she was so delicate that she might break. This brings tears to my eyes to this day remembering the love of that moment.
When I lived in NY my dad would send me beautiful letters about his childhood and always a recipe from those days. I know dad gave me the desire to cook. He also loved to garden. He built a house for my mother and myself. He had flower boxes filled with petunias. I love to plant gardens wherever possible by planting vegetables and flowers. I never learned to box though dad taught me to "...protect your face with your left hand and hit with your right hand". When I was around five years old, dad taught me about compassion. I was rather spoiled in those days. My mother purchased clothing for me from the Kiddie Korner costing several hundred dollars a month. While hanging around my dad's office some very poor children appeared. He took all of us to a store and purchased soap and toothbrushes for them. He set an account for them in the store to purchase food. I was overwhelmed. I went to school the next day with a bag full of dresses for some kids living in difficult situations. The teacher called my parents who gave their approval for the gift. After the divorce I went to Marshall University and graduated with a Master of Arts majoring in counseling. I spent the last part of my ages of 40's, 50's and 60's working with people with emotional and addiction issues. A gift from God and my earth father.
My dad passed when I was living in VA. I received a phone call from my aunt stating dad had passed from his 3rd heart attack at the age of 61. I was devastated. Doug and I drove to Huntington for his funeral. I last saw dad peacefully in his coffin. I touched his hand gently. That hand was cold...a coldness that reached my soul. I kissed and placed a red rose on his coffin.
I treasure my dad. He was not perfect...he was perfect for me. One thing I know, he loved me with his heart and soul and my love is the same for him. He gave me many gifts that I was not aware of until I looked back upon my timeline. One day in the third dimension we will sing love songs to our heavenly father, Jesus Christ.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
FORGIVENESS...A TALE. For Fancy Nancy
One morning the little girl had a thought of her own. She thought..." Today I will not tell a lie." "All day I will tell only the truth..no matter what! " She went to the castle to play with the princess. The princess said "I am the the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom." "Don't you agree?" The little girl looked down at her feet and took a deep breath and said " Well, I don't think so." " There is little Sarah who is very poor and doesn't dress very well and can't afford to attend all the classes we attend." " I think she is more beautiful than you." The princess could not believe her ears. "You what!" she growled at the little girl. "How dare you to speak to me in that manner." "Why you are even yelling at me?" "I will never, never forgive you!" She stomped her foot and turned her back on the little girl. The little girl left the castle feeling really sad. On her way home she ran into her friend Beth who was a little strange since she believed in Jesus Christ. The little girl began to cry as she share what the princess said to her. Beth said "You know if you believe in Jesus Christ as your Savior he will forgive you." "Where do I find this belief and is it real?"asked the little girl. "Oh yes!" said Beth. "Read the bible the letter from God to his children." The little girl began to read the bible and discovered what was really true in this world. She read Mark 11:25-26 about forgiveness. The little girl began to see with the truth of God. She prayed for forgiveness for herself and the little princess through Jesus Christ. She was free at last and chose to walk in the light of Jesus. She lived happily through this 2nd world age and into the third world age...the eternity. The princess' situation is still up for grabs because she continues to live in bondage of unforgiveness. The little girl continues to pray for the princess' soul through Jesus Christ.
The lesson: Life is not perfect and we are definitely not perfect...especially to judge others and refuse forgiveness. Only God will judge. We will forgive others or God will not forgive us. Keep it simple by reading the letter of God and follow his expectations. KISS
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Magic Moment...Deer
Early this morning I rushed to post some letters before the postman arrived. The sky was unusually dark and threatening with the strong sound of thunder in the distant. A storm was arriving soon. I hurried across my lawn with my letters crunched in my hand. Some unknown reason I looked up for a moment. In my neighbors yard was a most beautiful sight. A doe with her fawn were munching on some lovingly planted flowers. I stopped in my tracks. This creature looked at me while I stared back with such awe. For a brief moment the doe and I connected. She did not appear to fear me. In the timeline of life this is one of those moments that I relish. The doe began to move away with her fawn trailing her. Once again she stopped and looked back at me. I lifted my hand to wave farewell and to myself I thanked her for this precious moment. Farewell to a loving mother from another. Life in Tennessee has beautiful and unexpected moments.
The lesson: Take time on your journey through life to stop and acknowledge those precious moments that God sends your way. Amen
Thursday, June 4, 2009
June 30th Happy Birthday .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
JUNE 30TH
A tear from heaven fell and landed on your heart
With Love,
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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