Monday, January 12, 2015

Too Much Enthusiasm?

My last words of my New Years post reads...
"As I use creative thinking to build upon divine ideas,
my activities become more dynamic and my abilities are enhanced.
Therefore, I enter this new year with optimism, joy and enthusiasm."

Maybe a bit too much!
 This was the day I had been waiting for.
The grands had invited me to go skiing.
 I watched from behind...watched how the boys dressed themselves,
while Tara coached them along.
They no longer needed me, as long as I provided the snacks.
All was going as planned.
"Look at me, Oma!"
"Oma, let's race!"
Enthusiastically, I skied down the hill with a competitive edge.

 Next thing I knew....I was laying on the ground.
One big wipe out... I caught an edge alright.
I lay there trying to gain consciousness of what had just happened.
Before I knew it, the ski patrol team had carefully lifted me onto a ski doo.
By now my enthusiasm was gone.

 And down to the first aid hut...

 Icing my knee...I knew immediately that my ski season was over.

Ski patrol attendants were young, polite and empathetic and very quick to put a smile on my face.
They all knew that our family was raised on the slopes of Manning Park.
Manning Park has seen our family celebrate many events.

So from one enthusiastic ski day to hobbling around home and nursing knee ligaments.
Rehab starts in a few weeks after the swelling goes down.

But what really encouraged me...was my daughter, Mikki.
She's an occupational therapist in Lake Tahoe.

She said, "Oh Mom,  I'm treating patients in their 70's and 80's
with hip and knee replacements getting ready to ski again.
They just can't wait to get back on the hill.
You have a long ways to go!"

I'll be back boys...next season.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Welcoming a New Year



"I enter the new year with the understanding that I am making a fresh start.
I begin by discarding thoughts, attitudes, and habits that are not
compatible with an excellent life.
I let go of whatever caused past discouragement, disappointment or disagreement.
I know that seemingly negative outcomes are desires or goals
that are yet to be fulfilled.
I am open and receptive to new ideas activities and relationships.

Each day, I can follow a fresh plan of fulfillment.
I act on divine ideas that I receive in moments of prayer and inspiration.
These ideas flow through wholesome, positive thoughts.
As I use creative thinking to build upon divine ideas,
my activities become more dynamic and my abilities are enhanced.
Therefore, I enter this new year with optimism, joy and enthusiasm."

WELCOME 2015!



Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Are You Almost There?

Are we almost there....?
How many times have you been asked that question?

We just attended the last MW Smith concert in our area last week.
It was more than outstanding as he played Christmas carols with a full orchestra.

His song, 'Almost There'
...has left me speechless.
Imagine Mary full of innocence carrying the Holy prince.
She's trusting in God.
Shes watching signs from the angels.
Does she really know about the redemptive plan?
A lonely road on a donkey...
Waiting to give birth...
to be laid in a stable?
She gives life to Emmanuel, the beginning and the end.
She continues to trust her Father.
"You're almost there, almost there..."
 

How many times have we heard our children ask the same question?
Grown ups and little ones think alike.
You have those longing to die...
"Am I almost there?"
Little ones can't wait to arrive to their destination.
Are we almost there?

When can we open presents?
Are we almost there?

Where are you?
Can you just reach up and touch Him?
'You're almost there.'

Mary has grown a child with out the help of a man.
There's confusion and misunderstandings.
And Christmas is the event of this miracle birth.
It's the only Christmas gift you don't need to buy.

"Like a stone on the surface of a still river.
Driving the ripples on forever
Redemption rips through the surface of time
In the cry of a tiny babe."

We can go through all the actions and traditions at Christmas,
But the real meaning still lies in the cry of a tiny babe.