There are times in our lives that we have no clue where we are or where we are going. Some times we are transitioning out of an old season into a new season of our lives. We don’t know what that is going to look like or feel like. We just don’t know what to expect. Yet somehow we get on the right path, anxiety wanes and our confidence returns.
Today I happen to know my destination for this weekend. I don’t know how to get there but I’m riding with friends that do. I know my purpose for going but don’t know the end results. I do know what I’d like them to be. So although I don’t have all the answers to my inner questions for this weekend I’ve decided I’m just going to have fun and enjoy hanging out with my friends. So bowling tournament here I come.
I wish I knew where I was going
I can’t remember where I’ve been
I know it’s been a long long journey
But can’t tell the beginning from the end
Will I ever get to where I’m going
Will it be like what I see in my head
A timeless journey where love abounds
Love has no beginning or end
I wish I knew how things would go
To know the steps that I will take
To get to the end where I’m going
From the place I will begin
ISRAEL NOVEMBER 2017
Today while going through my photo’s I came across some I took on my trip to Israel last November 2017.
This photo doesn’t do this any justice. This tree along with the whole garden was simply beautiful. Along with the beauty of the garden was great weather-no need for winter clothing. September weather in November.
I don’t know where were or the name of the garden. If you ever desired to make a trip to Israel, start saving your coins and set a date. You won’t be disappointed.
I pray for the continual peace of God that met me there and hung out with me the whole time I was there. God bless Israel.
As I was driving home today, the calm peaceful atmosphere took me back to Easter when I was a child.
I remember we would spend the afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Pickles, friends of my mother enjoying an afternoon ride.
We spent the morning celebrating Easter at church performing in the Easter play we practiced for many days.
After having an Easter parade through the neighborhood with our friends, we ate the delicious dinner my mother made and then we were ready for our Sunday drive.
We lived in a small town bordering to different states-Kentucky and West Virginia. That day we travelled country roads and little towns until we were at the state line to West Virginia. We went back on different country roads and little towns. Mr. Pickles knew a lot of ways to get around.
The weather was pleasantly warm and breezy. The trees and beautiful flowers were in full bloom. There was excitement in the calmness of the atmosphere. That was exactly what I felt today driving home.
Did today bring back any childhood Easter memories for you?
Going to a place
I’ve never been before
Can’t wait for sun, surf and relaxation
Woes and cares put on the shelf
Sun tanning, wind surfing
Excursions and tours
If I have fun this time
I’ll do Holidays some more
After reading a beautiful poem about a grandmother, memories of both my grandmothers flooded my mind.
We called my mother’s mother Nana. We called my father’s mother Grandma Peekie Boo. I was named after both of them. No my name is not Nana Peekie Boo.
It was my first Mother’s Day. My infant daughter was two months old. I was still trying to adjust to motherhood and at the same time my hormones were still trying to get back to normal. I didn’t get a present from my daughter through my husband and that wasn’t a good thing. Tears started streaming down my cheeks in a steady flow that wouldn’t stop.
My Nana in her frail state went to her bedroom and came out with a present for me to ease my pain-a beautiful dress. My Nana’s love and generosity eased the pain and her words of comfort blessed me. I had five months of her loving kindness before she home to heaven.
Grandma Peekie Boo was a master at crocheting. She was so good at it that she could sleep while crocheting and never miss a stitch. Grandma created beautiful masterpieces. She taught me to crochet.
The last time I spent time with Grandma Peekie Boo was when I was taking her to New York to visit her sister when I was sixteen. We traveled by train all night. I’d fallen to sleep when The Lord awakened me. Grandma was trying to get ready for bed by beginning to undress. I was able to stop her.
It was difficult to stay awake and found myself being awakened again. This time she had undressed further. I had to take Grandma to the restroom to get her redressed. That wasn’t an easy task because I had to balance and hold her up and keep the both of us from falling. I struggled to stay awake after that because I was afraid Grandma would completely disrobe the next time.
We made it to New York without further incident. After a day of recuperating I boarded a train back home alone. That was the last time I saw Grandma Peekie Boo before she went to heaven.
I’m thankful to have been named after two great women of God. They left a legacy that I’m proud of and I’m forever grateful.
Who or what are you thankful for today?
When your transportation of choice is flying the friendly skies the day before your departure you have the option to check in on your computer or smart phone.
I checked in the night before I was to return home. When I got to the airport the next morning I should have been able to pay for my luggage, hand it off to the attendant, get through security and board the plane. It should have been that simple—NOT!
For some strange reason after paying for my luggage I had to go to the end of a long line with people and their many pieces of luggage that hadn’t previously checked in. The process took about 30 minutes. There was something wrong with that picture.
The airlines make you think by checking in early it will speed up the process to get to your plane. That wasn’t the case. I waited in line and waited at security and by the time I got to the terminal the waiting area was empty. Fear gripped me. I was about to fall out on the floor screaming and kicking. I wanted to go home.
The attendant called my name, scanned my boarding pass and away I went to the plane. When I stepped on the plane everyone was seated and waiting on me. I was the last one boarding because of the 30 minute delay in the line.
The plane landed and by the time I got to the baggage carousel there were only a few pieces going around and around with nothing ascending from the black hole. Where was my luggage? I inquired and found out my luggage was taking a later flight. I barely made the plane but the door slammed shut on my luggage and it didn’t make it. The luggage showed up at my home around midnight.
This was an interesting adventure. I never expected these things to happen—they never happened before. I maintained a good attitude and decided that it wasn’t going to get the best of me. I rejected the cloud that was trying to darken my wonderful vacation. I transitioned through all the twists and turns and everything worked out going and coming.
How have you made it through Life’s Little Surprises when travelling that you had no control over?