Once Upon A Dream

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Today’s post is a bit different which is fine since this is my blog. I had yet to write the post about our big finale in the Colorado mountains…the big hike!  In the time since, I had been assigned an English paper and decided to write about it in that format.  Today, I got that paper back with a big old 95 grade!  YAY!  So now it is time to share that experience with you.  No need for further explanations…the writing should be sufficient.

Once Upon A Dream

As I begin to awake, I know immediately I am not in my bed on this morning.  It is cold and in fact, sometime during the night, two blankets were laid across me.  In the haze of sleep I scoot closer to my husband lying next to me, seeking his warm body to cuddle.  His warmth feels safe as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“Good morning, my sweet,” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning, Rick, and guess what?” I exclaimed.  “This is the day!

“Yes, my sweet; this is indeed the day.”

We had slept with the window open, as is our custom when we have vacationed in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.  Our cabin, The Pea-Eye, is familiar, as we have stayed in it four different seasons now.  August has turned out to be a lovely time to visit, for the nights are cool, but the days warm to near perfect temperatures.

“You go get a shower while I fix breakfast.  Hurry up!  We have a mountain to climb!” Rick exclaimed.

As the hot water beat down on my back, I allowed my mind to drift and remember those days of past, the loneliness, the depression, the fear to hope, the fear not to hope.   Illness had zapped much of our energies the past 16 years, but those energies were being regained.  The strength of character, the hopes of dreams, the determination of the spirit, those are the things illness can give to you.  But, we had to fight hard for them, many times losing before we could gain.  That there was a time so near in the past that pain was my daily enemy and to walk from one end of the room to the other was my daily goal is surreal.  That I was once so weak and vulnerable drives my ambitions today, that and the dare to dream.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy–tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty?  I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in  particular that I have kept in my heart for these past 16 years now and it goes like this:

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.

In dreams you lose your heartaches whatever you wish for, you keep.

Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing

the dream that you wish will come true.

Apparently my shower singing isn’t as appreciated as I would like to think, as I hear Rick yell from the kitchen, “Cinderella, I’m ready to start your eggs!”

“Give me 5 minutes,” I reply.

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with three children finds the love of her life who then marries her and her three children. They are madly in love and plan a life together.  That was my fairy-tale come true.  And then, life happened.  I became very ill.  Two back surgeries, neck surgery, even my elbows; throw in severe depression and pain and in a wheelchair for much of the time for two years; walking canes, braces, and financial ruin don’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My dream had always been to further my education from a licensed vocational nurse to a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

Rick was and continues to be my greatest supporter.  He never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope, he gave more, so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him. But even more than our love, strength, and hope for and in each other was our faith in God.  He was and will always be our main source of strength.

As the years passed and slow healing times began and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.  Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

“Eggs are ready; let’s eat!”  Rick yelled.

As we sat together for breakfast on the porch of the cabin, enjoying the view of the mountain ranges, we were silent, both lost in our own thoughts.  Even though I was sitting there with that mountain so obvious before me, I was having a hard time believing that I was actually going to climb it!

It had been such a long and difficult road we had traveled.  Illness is just hard on a family.  We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and three backwards for an eternity now.  But, the day had finally come.  I had been working very hard; once I was able I got myself back in shape with various therapies, exercise routines, and special diets.  Today is the day my dreams begin to come true, I thought, as a hummingbird buzzed around the feeder that hung from the covered porch.

“Tell me what you are so deep in thought about,” Rick said.

“I just have a lot of emotions running rampant right now, excitement, disbelief, uncertainty, fear.  I can’t go back to where I just came from; I can’t get sick again; I won’t.  Can I go forth to conquer the mountain; am I strong enough?  I want this, but the uncertainty is frightening to me.”

He simply reached out to me with his hand, held me close, and said, “You’ve climbed many mountains now, Tracie, ones much harder than you face today.  This mountain is in celebration.  You’ve got this!  Let’s get our packs ready.  We’ve got a dream to go live.”

The plan was to drive to the top of Wolf Creek Pass where the Continental Divide is and meet up with Keith, an old friend who now lived in the area.   Keith was familiar with the trail we would be hiking and would act as our guide. As we met up and exchanged hugs and “well-to-do’s,” Keith explained the trail to us.

“We’ll be starting off around 12,000 feet and decline to roughly 11,000 feet, maybe a little less.  Some of the trail will be level, but most of the time we will either be climbing or descending.  We will go as far as you feel you can go, but, remember, you have to save energy for the return trip.”

Dressed in our hiking attire, complete with boots and walking sticks, hats, sunglasses, and loaded backpacks, we set off first through a grove of trees standing tall as to obscure the vastness beyond them.  As we came out from under them, we looked up to see the first of many types of scenery that would literally take our breath away.   The mountains sprawl across the valley floors, so majestic with their peaks folding one into another.  The clouds provided shadows that moved over the mountains, displaying a variety of colors, deep and rich.  I had never seen so many wildflowers in one place, grown large and vibrant in their yellow, red, orange, and purple colors.  It was as if someone had been caring for them; they were so perfect, yet untouched by human hand.  The scene demanded attention as we all stood there just amazed at its perfection, breathing in the freshness of the pine scented air.  My senses came alive as the deafening silence was interrupted by the bugling of the elk that stood grandly in the distance.  I could see the trail stretching far, winding up and down the mountain side and then it would disappear, yet continue on unseen. “I’ve traveled many an unseen trail such as this,” I thought.

With the toast of the sun on our skin and the freshness of the mountain breezes, we hiked for several miles on the winding, changing trail.  The scenery changed often, always stunning in its beauty.  It was at one such point that my fear began to rise within me.  The trail had changed and was about to get very steep.  I have a great fear of heights, and this part of the trail was slippery with rock debris.  Rick and Keith were deep in conversation, catching up on old times.  I was trailing behind them, so if I were to slip, I wouldn’t have Rick’s hand.  I didn’t want to bring attention to my fear, so I tackled it alone.  I was wishing I had a blinder, like they put on horses, so I couldn’t see the steep slope just inches from my boot.  It was obvious we were hiking across a rock slide.  Even though I had been training for this very day, my legs were still not as strong as I would like.  I felt a little nauseous and dizzy as I looked across the trail I had to travel to get to the safety of solid ground.

I think we imagine a lot of our fears, making them worse probably.  The steep rock-slide area was really very short.  Rick and Keith walked over it like it was nothing in a matter of just a few seconds, as they continued to share old memories. I stopped, assessed the danger before me and panicked, causing my fear to grow and imagined it to be more than it really was.  But to me, it was real.

I moved my walking stick to the left hand, as the slope was on the left side.  I carefully planted each step, feeling my way for anything that wasn’t solid and for that which was.  My heart pounded in my chest as I attempted to keep the fear at bay.  My steps were very calculated, all the while being very aware that Rick and Keith were increasing the gap between us.  My mind fought with itself, “what if’s” coming from every direction, trying to force out the fear of falling.  I remained focused with one step in front of the other, sure and solid. But, as with life, a misstep happens and that all consuming feeling of fear and danger encapsulates the entire body and mind as I slip onto my butt.  This disturbance causes Rick and Keith to stop, turn around and ask, “Are you okay?”

As I mutter to myself, “No damnit, you’ve left me by myself, and I’m scared to death and why aren’t you paying attention to my fear?” I found myself saying, “I’m okay!”

I did reach the other side of the sloped, death defying rock slide, but very aware that I would have to face it again on the way back.  I would meet that obstacle later; I had many more challenges ahead.

Coming from a time in my life of complete helplessness, weakness, vulnerability and failure to the various challenges the mountain hike gave, boosted my confidence and character strength that I was needing to continue forward with dreams yet unfulfilled.  I would soon be starting college at the age of 49 and was uneasy of the challenges ahead.  But, at this moment, with each step made, I conquered more of my fear and doubt.

We were looking for a flat area where we could sit and rest our weary bodies and enjoy our lunch.  We had hiked far into the mountain so as to have only steep sides and cliffs surrounding us.  We continued walking, knowing at some point we would find the perfect place to stop and ingest the sights and the food.  The views were so incredible that with each corner turned, a more majestic sight enveloped us, making it hard to quit exploring.  We each found ourselves repeating the words, “Just a little further.”  “Let’s see what’s on the other side.”

As we rounded what would become the last corner, I saw it.  Just above our trail was a flattened area that cascaded high above and over a cliff.  It was perfect, but the climb up was very abrupt, and the trail below was very narrow with another of those slippery, falls to my death, rock slides.  Something inside me wanted to make that climb.  I needed to conquer it.

“This is it,” I said.  “Let’s climb up there and have lunch; the view is perfect.”

The guys looked at me like I was crazy, and I felt inside that the high altitude must have gotten to my better senses because this was a very steep climb.  What was I thinking?  Keith went up first.  He wanted to scout out the area making sure it was attainable.  I would go next, with Rick behind me, as if he could actually catch me.  I think he figured that if we fell, we would die together; que sera sera!

I just want to say right now that there is no shame in hugging the side of a mountain in order to save your life!  I used every little tree, grass blade, and stone I could find to make it to the top of that cliff.  I literally hugged the ground with my body in the steepness of the climb thinking all the while, “don’t look down!”  I was scared to death that at any moment I would lose my grip and plummet to the mountain valleys below.  But, when I did finally reach the top, ungraceful as I was in doing so, I was able to look my mate in the eyes with a smile that only he could comprehend.  He gave me a high knuckle five, as is our custom.  Elation was the feeling of the moment as we celebrated with a feast for kings and queens.   Fresh strawberries, grapes, apples, hard boiled eggs, and tuna was our banquet.  I’ve never had a more exquisite meal!

At that victorious moment, Keith felt it best to point out that we were actually dining on a perch that was the perfect place for a mountain Lion to hunt his prey.  Men, they are so funny and have an uncanny way of eliciting the fear of a woman!  But at this moment, I had overcome fears and I wasn’t about to entertain any more!  First I had to worry over how to get off the mountain Lion perch.  Of course, that is what butts are for!

On the trek back, I had a feeling of victory within me!  I had my fears in control, and I felt the need to express my elation in song.  In experiencing the full magnitude of God’s glorious creation, there was but one song appropriate, “How Great Thou Art”.

 

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,

Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed;

…When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

We had seen the awesome wonder, heard the majestic thunder that echoed through the mountains; we felt the wet coolness of the mountain brook and discovered a greatness that was far beyond ourselves.  The mountains, they fill me with a magic that none can touch, I love them so.  They elicit my fear, but help me to conquer them.  They fulfill my dreams in ways I cannot fully explain.

Are you wondering how I made it back across the steep rocky slide or do you already know?  Yes, my fears engaged, but this time I was able to abate them.  This time, I asked for help and with Keith in front of me, and Rick behind me, I took control of my fear and walked slowly across the slippery slope.

My next adventure is now upon me as I begin that long awaited for dream of becoming a registered nurse.  I look forward to the challenge with confidence and hope!

…”Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Weminuche Wilderness Rio Grande National Forest

 

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Gum Popping the Fears Away!

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There is certainly some beautiful ground to cover through New Mexico up to Colorado, but as is par for New Mexico, construction slowed us down.  I don’t know of a slower state when it comes to road construction.  It was 9 p.m. before we pulled into Lonesome Dove’s Cabins and unpacked a few items into the ‘Pea-Eye’.

This was our third time to stay in the exact cabin so we knew the routine.  As we settled into the familiar bed, we opened the windows so as to feel the crispness of the mountain air.  The next morning we found ourselves snuggled under 2 blankets!  It had gotten cold as the temps had dipped into the upper 40′s.

After a good breakfast, we prepared our backpacks for the first hike in the Colorado mountain range.  This was to be a much steeper climb and was the “training ground” for the much anticipated Continental Divide later in the week.  This was also the very same mountain that Rick had always told me I would be able to hike with him one day.  That day had finally arrived!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to express that feeling? As I stood before the glorious magnitude of that mountain, one lingering thought kept pushing me as my fear tugged on the other sleeve.  “You aint’ getting any younger, it’s now or never baby…let’s do this!”

Fear has kept me from MUCH in my life.  It has only been in the past 2 years that I have been ready to face fear straight on…that mountain stood for a lot of fear!  It was important that I face it and most importantly, that I conquer it.

This particular mountain starts out very steep.  It took a lot of patience and determined steps to reach the more desirable path.  (Not to mention the pride-less act of actually hugging the side of the mountain out of sheer terror…but that’s another story)  Seriously though, I distinctly remember saying over and over to myself…”I can do this…I can do this.” And I did do it!  Over and over again I did it each time feeling a little more sure than the last…but always with fear.  It’s just plain scary folks!  I guess that is the thrill of it…like those who ride roller coasters or go free falling from high places with only a cord to keep you from smashing yourself to pieces.  Fear is certainly a strong force; it either drives you or it shuts you down.

On this day I chose for the fear to drive me upward.  Instead of looking at the whole mountain before me, I searched for rocks that had been melded into the side of the mountain, for trees large enough to grab a hold of, for those sources that I knew were steady to guide me safely up to the next area where I could plant my foot sure.  One solid sure step at a time that encouraged my faith and spurred more hope.  And always there would be my faithful husband, never too far ahead, reaching out his strong hand to pull me up when I needed him.

Once past the steepest climb, we were able to enjoy a more leisurely steady incline, but not without fear, at least on my part.  There is something about Bears that makes me afraid.  I don’t know…maybe it’s their size, wildness, or the color of their fur…I’m not real sure, but the fear is real.  As much as I tried to relax, I just couldn’t get past the thought of coming upon a Bear.

It did happen once…many years ago…I was around 11-12 years old.  In Creede, Colorado on vacation with my family.  We were staying at one of the ranches.  My brother and 2 sisters and myself were playing out in the open areas when all the hollering began.  He was out by the horses, scarring them to death.  I’ve never seen an animal so big…he was huge and he didn’t act very happy.  I can feel that fear now…it runs through your whole body.  I remember 2 scenes from that day…the first being when I saw the bear and looking over to my 2 sisters who were swinging and I began to run toward them to help them.  They were crying.  My dad was running to get us and yelled at me and my brother to run to the cabin while he grabbed my sisters.  I remember the turmoil inside me that I didn’t want my family hurt and so I should help them, but I didn’t want to be hurt either.  That my dad yelled at me to run to the cabin, gave me somewhat of a sense of relief…he would take care of my sisters and I needed to trust and run like hell!   And then I remember all of us inside the cabin.  My heart was beating so fast and hard.  And that big ole mean ugly bear circled our cabin!  Obviously we all made it out okay, but I do believe that old bear made a lasting impression on me that day.

So on that mountain with Rick these many years later I had my pockets stuffed with gum.  That’s right…my weapon of choice was gum.  I had asked Rick many times about some sort of weapon in case we came upon a bear.  He assured me all would be fine, i reluctantly trusted him while I stuffed my pockets with gum.  They…I’m not sure who “they” is, but they say that a bear attacks when you scare them, that you don’t ever want to sneak up on a bear.  Gum makes popping noise when you know how to do it right.  I made sure that I was always popping gum so as not to sneak up on a bear.  That was how I dealt with my fear…gum popping.

In the years before, when I wasn’t able to climb with Rick, I would stand by the cabin and look up to see him standing by the cross that was placed in honor of the firemen who perished in the September 11 attacks on our nation.  On this day, I would be the one standing next to the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We would make several climbs on this very mountain in the days to come.  One of our favorite spots to hike was the waterfall area.  It was several miles but had a perfect spot to eat lunch and to cool the feet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I stand back and look at the big picture, I’d have to say this vacation was a lot about facing fears, the preparation before, the determination, patience called for and faith to overcome.

There were times in my life when I would see the mountains that life had placed before me and felt the dread, the impending doom, the fear to fail, the desperation that comes when life happens.  But today I can tell you that I have quit looking at the big mountain before me and have begun to look for the sure steps to conquer it.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

I believe this verse says that God will help you conquer the mountains.  He has certainly helped me conquer many!  Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.  But i think you have to be willing to climb it first.

Faith my friends!  Find the security of faith…where or with whom does it lie?  And then go tackle those mountains…God is waiting!

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Sunday morning (2nd day of vacation) we awoke to temps in the upper 50′s, surrounded by the Sacramento Mountains.  Before breakfast was to be served, we decided on another hike and found the perfect place for worship!

Chapel In The Sky

The time we spent here at this place, with the cross before us, the mountains framing it…very special indeed!  No words need to be spoken, no songs need to be sung for Rick and I were tuned with God in heart, mind and spirit.  Listening to the quiet and beauty of His creation was the kind of worship God had asked for.  We eagerly heard every ‘word’ God had to say that morning.

Being at the Methodist Camp for the start of our vacation was a God thing!  It was the most perfect 24 hours to begin a new chapter in our lives.  Taking the time out to listen to God’s direction is always a good idea!

We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and 3 backwards for an eternity.  Illness does that to a family, as many of you know.  It is a hard thing for me to speak about, that I was once so weak and vulnerable; but I will do so in order to give others strength and hope.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy-tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty? I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in particular that I have kept in my heart for about 16 years now.  It goes like this…

A dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re fast asleep

In dreams you lose your heartaches
whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving
if you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with 3 children, finds the love of her life, who then marries her and her 3 children…they are madly in love and plan a life together…that was my fairy tale come true.  And then life happens.  I became very ill with fibromyalgia.  2 back sugeries, neck surgery, severe depression, severe pain, in a wheelchair for much of the time x 2 years, walking canes, braces and financial ruin, doesn’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.  And that is the very short version.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My plans had always been to further my education to become a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

My greatest supporter was my husband who never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope…he gave more…so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him.  But even more than our love and strength and hope for and in each other was our faith that, no matter what, GOD.

As the years passed and slow healing times began, and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.

Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

And so now you understand a little bit of why this past vacation was such a huge event for us.  It was truly a page turner in our life…actually more like a chapter or two or three!

I have been “training”, so to speak, for life again for about 2 years now.  Once I got to a stage of strength again, and discovered some other healing “activities”, I knew it was time.  I could do this now!  I began with my diet and expanded into gaining physical strength and stamina.

It all has been very surreal, realizing that at one time, just to live through one day was a struggle, and now…I’m hiking mountains and asking, “what’s next?”

I can’t leave this post without trying to express what it meant to me to take that first hike with Rick.  There really aren’t words enough to describe those emotions but well…

I felt like a little child experiencing the different kinds of grass, the beautiful wild flowers, the dirt,  the bees and yes even the flies!  Oh and the hummingbirds!  They sound so different in the mountains!  I was God’s child and He was showing me all that I had missed…it was like He had me by the hand, experiencing it all with me.   I was afraid and yet I couldn’t stop, I had to keep climbing as high as I could go and then…can we go higher…further?  And when the rain would fall and the thunder rolls through the mountains…oh my!  It makes one tingle!  My legs would get so tired but I was afraid to stop.  I don’t ever want to go back to where I was; you understand?  But if I do…

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Keep the faith!

Tracie

P.S. For my fellow fibromyalgia sufferers, I will soon post about how I was able to overcome.  Don’t give up hope!

 

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Fear of the free-fall

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I have never been a goal oriented person.  It wasn’t  that I didn’t believe in goals, I just wasn’t good at seeing them through to completion. In my mind, if I didn’t set a goal then I didn’t have to be concerned of failing at that goal. Makes a lot of sense, eh? Seriously though, to reach a goal means getting uncomfortable, doesn’t it?  I’m a creature of comfort; aren’t we all?     I’m not sure how it happened, but that has all changed for me now. I am a newbie believer in goal setting!

It has been about a year and a half now that I have been exercising on an intentional basis.  The results have been remarkable for me.  There are a handful of reasons that have kept my determination at a high level; but number one is the quality of my life. (more on that in another writing)

Just the other day as I was counting up to the 12 repetitions it dawned on me that I had been stuck on the number 12 for a very long time.  It had become easy for me, too easy in fact.  I had gotten comfortable in being able to reach that particular number.  I also noticed that I was beginning to get a bit bored with the same old routine…why?  There was no longer any challenge, I had met it and I needed to reach further.

Do you feel stuck in the repetitions of life?  I think we all have times when we get very comfortable with the same routines and many times we fear changing them, or worse, that life will change them for us.

Fear of change limits us to the here and now.  If we insist upon staying put, how will we ever experience life in the fullest sense?  Challenge is a necessity that we must meet square in the face!

This summer the family took a trip to the local water-park.  I participated in several rides that I had previously shy-ed away from due to fear.  I was pleased with myself that I had conquered some of my past fears.  But there was this one ride I just couldn’t do.  Geronimo!  The hubby couldn’t wait to climb the six story steps and then free-fall to the waters below!  He did it once….hollering the whole way down.  Exhilarated he jumped out of the water (giggling like a school boy) and climbed the steps yet again, saying, “I got to do it again!”, as he ran off to get back in line.

I let fear control my actions that time.  I couldn’t get past the height.  I’m not sure what I fear in that…being out of control maybe?  For the past 2 years I have been on a quest to conquer my fears and I have succeeded in many, but I need to climb that mountain of steps and free fall into the waters below.

I don’t know; I liken it to the times at church camps when you freely fall backwards to be caught in the arms of the waiting faithful.  You fear falling, yet you fear not acting.

It’s an interesting quandary…fear of doing and fear of not doing.  I experience them both.  I’m going to have to go back to that water-park and defeat the Geronimo, this I know.  But in the meantime, I’ve increased my repetitions to 20.  Uncomfortable?  Yes certainly!  But I am meeting a goal and it is good!

Remember God loves you!
Tracie

 

 

 

 

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A Summer Day at Nana’s

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Be still!  Quit squirming!  I can’t concentrate!  I’m going to mess up if you don’t be still!  I can’t hear!  I can’t see!  Be quiet!

These are the words I heard over and over today.

Ahh, it’s summertime, kids are out of school and Nana is on full-time duty!  What to do with 2 little grand-girls all day long?  As would be expected, we swim a lot.  But in the hottest part of the day, the air conditioned indoors is the place to be!  On this particular afternoon, we decide on a movie and polishing the nails.

As I settle in the bed with a grand-girl on each side, “Ice Age” on play, it is not the voices of Sid, Diego and Buck I hear.  As I try to calmly and rationally quiet the girls from their little squirmishes, I am taken aback 40 years earlier as I lay next to my grandmother.  I could never be still enough for grandma.  “Be still, stop that, quit squirming!”

Fast forward to present tense, the movie is past and it is time to find another activity.  What little girl doesn’t enjoy getting her nails polished?  We have an entire routine that consists of picking just the right color/s, trimming, filing, painting and drying.  Today we have decided on a rainbow of colors!  How exciting!

And here we go again… “Be still. Quit squirming! I’m going to mess up if you don’t be still!”  And then it hit me as I heard myself repeating those same words said to me so many years before.  I think, no, I know God is speaking to me and His words are now, finally, loud and clear.  “Be still, quit squirming!”

One of my favorite Bible passages comes from the book of Mark when Jesus and the disciples get in the boat and a storm surges.  Waves crashing in upon them, the boat being tossed about like crazy yet Jesus is still as he sleeps peacefully amongst the chaos and impending doom.  The disciples are all in a tizzy, squirming about, worried, frightened.  Can you hear it?  All the noise?  Can you see it in your life?  I can in mine.  I know you are familiar with the crashing waves of life, the feeling of impending doom.  We won’t escape times of chaos.  We can escape the noise that always follows by keeping our eyes on Jesus.

Are you familiar with the song, “Be Still My Soul?”

Be still my soul – the Lord is on thy side;

bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

leave to thy God to order and provide;

in every change – he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul – thy best thy heavenly Friend

through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

I believe my story of a summer day at Nana’s can end here without further explanation.  But not without the words of one little girl who, after being still, nails shining all a new with fresh polish, exclaims excitingly, “WOW!  Awesome Nana!

“Be still and know that I am God”  Psalm 46:10

“WOW!  Awesome God!”

Be Still, My Soul

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Look to Christ

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By looking at the Christ we have our best opportunity to understand life, love, tragedy, and redemption.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.
- Albert Einstein

Albert Einstein, one of the greatest human minds at unlocking the mysteries of creation understood the power and beauty of that which is beyond our grasp of understanding.  Maybe it was the beauty of it that kept him thinking and dreaming about the unknown and the keys that unlock the doors of understanding, one at a time.

God is the greatest of all mysteries.  This is why faith is so difficult to understand for those without its comfort.  They cannot own it, or create it with their rules;  it is Grace and this is one blessing we cannot control or enforce.  It must be
accepted then set free to bless all others.  The minute we tie it down, it is dead, ceases to exist within the borders of our laws.  If we deny others are worthy then we have killed it within our breast.  For Grace comes from the very breath of God, and as Jesus said “we cannot tell which way it will blow.”  Nor is it for us to decide.  Thank God, otherwise we would all be damned by someone!

Seriously, thank God and enjoy the mysterious Grace given to us by our Lord, the Christ.

RD

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Peace in our Personal Chaos

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In times of difficulty there seems to be great volume of wisdom to which we can turn.  In the 1960’s Paul McCartney of the Beatles wrote that in times of trouble we should “Let it Be.”  It made a great song and letting some things be is certainly wise.  As they say “let sleeping dogs lie.”  But most of life has to be dealt with even if it is unpleasant.  So in times of trouble I prefer the wisdom of three men who have faced and suffered greater trials than I ever hope to endure.  The first is the 20th century Christian martyr Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the second is St. Paul the apostle and first century Christian martyr, and the third is no less than our Lord Jesus the Christ.

While Bonhoeffer waited out his last years of life in a NAZI prison, he had the strength and courage to continue being part of the German resistance and even participated in the planning of an attempted assignation of Hitler.  The result was his untimely death just months before the end of the war.  At the same time he wrote what became several books on Christian Discipleship.  The following came from one of the books entitled Life Together:  “There are three things for which the Christian needs a regular time alone during the day: meditation of the Scripture, prayer, and intercession… In our meditation we read the text given to us on the strength of the promise that it has something quite personal to say to us for this day and for our standing as Christians—it is not only God’s Word for the community of faith, but also God’s Word for me personally…” p86-87

While in a Roman Jail, also awaiting his own execution, St. Paul wrote: Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus Philippians 4: 6-7

The night before Jesus was crucified; he was calm and still caring for his disciples when he told them: ”Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.” John 14 25-27

So I have to ask myself, if these men in prison and awaiting death for the crime of loving God and humanity can suggest that we should look to the scriptures, pray for ourselves and others, with thanksgiving to God, and we shall receive the peace of God, then maybe I should listen to them.

Something to ponder; all things should be brought to God.  In all things we should be thankful to God, not the cruelty of the world people create, but in the all encompassing presence of the Holy Spirit.  For me the peace of God is actually the recognizable presence of God in my life at that moment.  My memory of the Lords’ previous help for me feeds my faith which acknowledges that Gods’ presence can be trusted, even in the times of unwanted outcome.  All three require faith to function within a person’s life.  Meditation is more than reading or memorizing, its’ sinking into the scripture.  Letting our mind and spirit dive into the scripture to contemplate what it meant to those who first heard it.  How did it change their lives and what does it mean to me. What would it mean to put it into practice?  What is God saying the Divine power will do?  What has been my experience in this matter if any?  Do I truly have faith in God to do this?  Remember, Jesus said “my peace I give to you.”  How much more can we ask for from our Creator?

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Remembering to be Thankful

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Since my last post the bruise got worse, and now it is better.  I’m still typing with one hand, still have my arm wrapped to where it isn’t bendable; but no need for pain medicine now.  Tomorrow I get this big bandage off!  It has crossed my mind that I may wish to have it put back on!  Oh well, progress is being made.

It is the Monday before Thanksgiving and Kristin has convinced me why it is necessary to begin decorating for Christmas before we’ve even had Thanksgiving.  Normally I would not allow it, but this year our schedules don’t allow another time; so the decorating has begun!

It’s all about remembering and being thankful for the memories.  I fear that in being rushed and impatient with the natural progression of time, we will forget to remember, we will allow impatience to rob us of life’s gifts.  Many will say the ability just to remember is a gift.  I like to close my eyes and try to remember back as far as I can.  There is usually something in my childhood years I can recall. No matter how faint it may be, I know the incident to be a gift.  Even in, and possibly most of all, the times I required parental correction, we’re some of the greatest gifts given because they are some of the most useful in my life’s time.  It is no different in the times since when life was most difficult.  Those are the times that either make you or break you.  When one can allow them to become gifts of strength, of faith, of wisdom and character, then one has unwrapped the gift to benefit from it’s greatest rewards.

Yesterday was our 17th anniversary.  Together we thought about our lives and the paths they had taken.  We agree we have led simple, yet extraordinary lives.  Extraordinary in the abundance of love given, the opportunities given with the greatest one being that of knowing Christ.  It is the greatest gift a parent can pass on to their child.  It is because of the knowledge of Christ’s love that we have been able to use the difficult times of marriage and use them in a positive manner.

Rick and I have been given the gift of an awesome relationship, the gift of children, grandchildren and I could go on and on.  But the greatest of all these is love.

Please take time to remember and be thankful this holiday season.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

God Bless,

Tracie

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Faith?

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What does it really mean to have faith?  We say we have it, yet do we live it in our daily lives?  There are some that do, yes.  But most often, I would have to say people lack faith.

Paul tells us in Hebrews 11:1 what faith is…”Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”

I’ve thought a lot about this particular verse in seeking to understand why it is that I continue to suffer from chronic pain.  It has caused me to think a lot about my hope and where it lies.  I do carry a lot of hope that one day I will be free from the daily suffering, but I’ve come to understand that it is not in the end result that we carry hope, but it is in the journey toward the end result that it abides.  And that journey of hope has brought me much gain.  The fulfillment of peace and the exuberance of joy are two of my greatest treasures.  But faith has become the essence of my Christian life.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.

It is too often that we base our faith on the end result rather than the blessings we received during the journey.  It is then that we may begin to lose hope and life becomes a chore.

Where does your faith lie?  Does it rely on the outcome of daily life or is it found in the hope of your daily blessings?  Must you have proof of faith, if so, then it is not faith at all.

In my faith journey, I have refocused my hope.  It is not on the hope of the physical being, but it is hope in the spiritual.  For my physical self is dying just as is yours.  But what lies within my spiritual being is the promise of Jesus.  He has moved mountains for me.  My hope is that God allows me to use His strengths, gained through faith, to bring blessings upon another.  My hope is that my blessings flow into you and that you share them with another.  And God is faithful.  He has used me to reach out to others in ways I never thought possible; just as He uses others to bless me.  It has been and continues to be an awesome journey.  It is a journey of growing Christians.  Christians who find that hope lies in salvation and salvation is discovered in what we sow each and every day.

I have learned to stop staring at the mountain before me and to look for the space between the mountain and the sea.  It is there that I’ve discovered faith and where my hope lies so preciously.

Thank You Jesus for the faith, hope and love you’ve given me.
God Bless,

Tracie

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