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A Scottish Hymn

“…your old men will dream dreams…”
~From the Book of Joel

My Dad was in the city for a few days, he had more appointments. Dad managed to stop in on me twice for tea. My kids and I where very thankful for that. The visits where short but packed full. We shared tea and conversation and, most importantly, we shared time.

On his last stop in, before he was to head home, he brought me in a CD of bagpipe music to listen to. I don’t always think of myself as a Scotswoman, but when I hear the mournful song of a good bagpipe player I am always moved more then just could be pure coincidental… I am reminded there is a reason this music strikes me to the core… I am Scottish.

Dad put on a favorite hymn and when the strings and piano joined in with the pipes he started to tear up… his face took on a very serious but soft look to it and I could tell he was drawn into his own mind and his own memories. He simply said “This reminds me of my Grandpa Munro.” His voice cracked as he said his grand-dad’s name and he switch to his Scottish accent to give the family name flare and, I imagine, respect as well.

The music had stirred a pressure up in my chest and the sight of my father fighting with emotion threw my heart up into my throat. I couldn’t respond. I simply nodded and stayed quiet.

The verse mentioned above crashed into my consciousness and I just about cried. I don’t know if I can explain the relation but I felt like I understood that verse so much more.

The verse is talking about when God’s Spirit, the Holy Spirit, is poured out on all flesh… the old men will dream dreams…perhaps it is talking about dreams beyond our world of selfish desires, our self centered world that is for the young and is YOUTH… Old men are gifted with the ability to look back and remember…then look forward and dream of the eternal… the Holy Ghost filled old man can see IT clearer, it is more natural for him to dream of eternity then for the youth. The young will prophesy, they are really meant to be of now, focused on the kingdom of God here and now.

I say with all love, let the old men dream.

The moment was just that, a moment, and then he had to fly. This is such a busy season for him and Mom.

P.s. Related LINK.

TTFN

A Scottish Hymn

“…your old men will dream dreams…”
~From the Book of Joel

My Dad was in the city for a few days, he had more appointments. Dad managed to stop in on me twice for tea. My kids and I where very thankful for that. The visits where short but packed full. We shared tea and conversation and, most importantly, we shared time.
On his last stop in, before he was to head home, he brought me in a CD of bagpipe music to listen to. I don’t always think of myself as a Scotswoman, but when I hear the mournful song of a good bagpipe player I am always moved more then just could be pure coincidental… I am reminded there is a reason this music sticks me to the core… I am Scottish.

Dad put on a favorite hymn and when the strings and piano joined in with the pipes he started to tear up… his face took on a very serious but soft look to it and I could tell he was drawn into his own mind and his own memories. He simply said “This reminds me of my Grandpa, Robert Munro.” His voice cracked as he said his grand-dad’s name and he switch to his Scottish accent to give the family name flare and, I imagine, respect as well.

The music had stirred a pressure up in my chest and the sight of my father fighting with emotion threw my heart up into my throat. I couldn’t respond. I simply nodded and stayed quiet.

The verse mentioned above crashed into my consciousness and I just about cried. I don’t know if I can explain the relation but I felt like I understood that verse so much more.

The moment was just that, a moment, and then he had to fly. This is such a busy season for him and Mom.

TTFN

Family Around Me

(AND I’M FEELING GOOD!)

This stormy little soul is entitled to her bright days too, you know, one of those days where you just feel happy and it all bounces off of your genuinely happy self.

Got so much done today and had a few things hit that would usually make it all come crashing down for me…family came through and it all worked out and I didn’t get stressed to prove how much I care!

I am feeling so loved today! Big Boy got sick at school while I was across town and the kids Grams came to my rescue without a thought! Auntie Mirelle took Little Woman for the afternoon at the drop of a hat to help me out and I couldn’t help but drive home smiling! I am surrounded by people who REALLY DO care about little old me and I am so THANKFUL!

This is me taking note because most of my posts are about the struggles lately… this is me taking note of the love that family surrounds me with. Love is the reason you hang on to family, forgive family and even put up with and are put up with by family.

TTFN

Lymph Node Infection

I had barely gotten home when I was in another whorl wind… of the sick child kind. Baby Boy had developed a lymph node infection and although they are nasty to look at (swollen neck) they aren’t usually dangerous.

He had been put on antibiotics (heavy i.v. doses each day) and I was told he would be fine. Well keeping the i.v. in was hard for my man while I was gone and eventually they decided they should drain it to make sure it heals faster.

We where off to the hospital for a 13 hour wait for the surgery and eventually it happened at around eleven in the evening. He did fine going in and the surgery was quick but he was a furious mess waking up from being put under. The two nurses couldn’t handle him physically and so we decided to just take him home before he was completely with it again. He calmed down as soon as we left.

Days of almost no sleep and no eating followed. We found he was having fever and stomach pain from the antibiotics he was still on so the surgeon let us take him off (they where just a precaution thing once the surgery took place). He was very soon happy and eating after that.

The gauze and i.v. where finally gone on Thursday and he has been happier by the day. Although the lump is still there (will take a few weeks to go down) he is back to being a trouble maker.

I guess this is unexplainable kinda thing and although doctors see it a lot it doesn’t happen to kids a lot or repeat with a child, of that I am thankful.

I have been making a real effort to not get overly stressed lately. Before my trip I was having lots of physical pain due to stress and I knew something had to give so I hope it is my pride that has broke and I can continue to give it all to Jesus. I feel like a lot of stuff has been crashing in lately but I am full of hope that I am no longer sinking.

So I am hoping things will be happy and calm around here again soon. We are having beautiful weather and so I am spending lots of time outside. Today it will be HOT so Baby Boy, Little Woman and I are going to go do some yard work before it is unbearable.

TTFN

Romans 12:18

If it be possible, as much as in you lieth, be at peace with all men.

Time and time again Christ reminds me that he is my reputations protector and that I can’t control how people feel about me. There comes a point where obedience to Christ must come before pleasing men.

It is hard for me to swallow this… I hate to fail people or to have them feel I failed them, especially when I love them so much… I have learned pleasing people often becomes dangerously close to an idol in my life… and I need to put Christ ahead of that too! I also know this will be a process for me but if I really love others I will never again put their relationship with me ahead of my Lord, for their sake and for mine…

Even today the above verse came to mind as a wound threatened to burst. I used to see it as a further reminder that I must be doing something wrong because there are some who just aren’t happy with me but then my man reminded me about the ‘as much as in you lieth.’ I see that if I find peace with people that is what lies with me…to find the peace and hold onto it. Even if their anger remains I can’t control it but instead must love that person enough to take it all to the feet of Christ for I can trust my friend in his care… May my sorrow at the remaining anger not affect my response to them when they in turn find Jesus Christ’s healing. Love hopes.

TTFN

Dad’s Cancer

Just to update, for those of you praying for our family in this area, my dad’s surgery went really well but we found out recently that the cancer has spread. He will be coming down in a couple weeks for a scan to see how much and where it has spread. Radiation is now on the table as a possible treatment but we don’t know anything else for now.

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Dancing Shoes

(These beautiful shoes are on the feet of my beautiful youngest daughter. She was just given them by a family friend and now lives in them, I can’t blame her!)

Whoop, what happened? Well I tried to neglect everything this week and not let myself get worked up but my body let me know I was stressed after all and I get it…

I was amazed at all the stuff that hit me as I struggled to deal with my Dad’s life being vulnerable. I am amazed at how little emotion I showed through it all… most of it was anger about other stuff as I crushed the tears down… cuz I was supposed to.

Now that the surgery is over and for now he is getting better and better I am kinda ticked that I wasn’t allowed to just be worried and sad and get on with it… lesson learned…

As I listened to my eldest sing to her little sister and brother today, and watched them dance to her impromptu song, I realized I want to put on my dancing shoes again too. I only seem to find them with God. I only know how to dance with him at the lead.

Go ahead Big Girl, sing that endless song of yours because it is coming from your pretty heart.
Go ahead and tap tap tap in your new pink shoes Little Woman because life joy like that is too precious.
Go ahead Baby Boy and copy your sisters dance, you understand that passionate joyfulness is contagious.

None of you know the stifling rules of adulthood yet and so I am thankful.

TTFN

Dad… Cancer

This is the week of my Dad’s cancer surgery.

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Reboot

(Work apron found and at the same time encouragement and inspiration for this house wife!)

Not to side track to much but I must gush about my three new work aprons. Each is an adorable funky pattern, with big pockets and is small in size (sits just around the hips). After watching my kids kindergarten teacher using them for years I had to find some. Turns out they are called gardening aprons but are perfect work aprons for around the house and yard. This Mama is ready for anything with the cordless phone in one pocket, the camera and TV remote in the other and Kleenex in the middle one. I happily put on my housewife professional attire each morning now and just feel like getting going!

Two weeks ago I was immersed in spring cleaning, energized by it and going full speed happily ahead. Last week regular life was mostly put on hold while BIG STUFF collided with every day stuff and I had to try and soak it all up or take it all in.

The bread supply is nil, the family menu plan out of control and the laundry is nightmarish in size. I am at the point that I feel like I could manage all the big stuff better if I could just reboot the family schedule and get back to basics for a bit.

Weekend over, big kids and husband back on schedule so now it is up to me and the babies to get it all together. I need to digest more thoughts and feel like running my home better this week will aid greatly in that process too.

Everyone is asking me what I think of it all already and I don’t know what to say yet so I try to say what I should and get on with it. For those who don’t know, I am referring to the addition of two long lost beautiful sisters to my side of the family but also to a worrisome diagnosis of my Dads. The sisters weight is joyful on my heart but complicated in its excitement… but at the same time my Dad’s cancer diagnosis and surgery is a real concern on my heart and that concern is ONLY HUMAN!

Laundry humming away in the machines down stairs sounds good to me right now, the baskets full of more to fold look inviting and the bread will be such a lovely anticipation to add to my day if I can just get the batch started! My plan is to simplify this week and be a dutiful housewife so I fell better about life!

Goals for the week (in no real order):

  • Back to daily devotions each morning and praying with the kids before they head off to school.
  • Stay home lots thus saying no to too much extra activities this week even if they are good things!
  • Family meeting at least once this week.
  • Back on the keeping track of the kids allowance bandwagon.
  • Catch up on house keeping.
  • Play lots with the kids outside just in the yard.
  • Finish reading the final book in the ‘King Raven’ series.
  • Avoid grocery shopping.
  • Perfect and rescue my menu planning system.
  • Make the beds each day.
  • Nap in sun beams each afternoon.

P.s. I am a good Mama… I am a dutiful scheduler because it makes my family happy but every good Mama has to deal with the unpredictability of life and the storms… then every good Mama has to pick up the scattered pieces of a family schedule now and then. I know I am a good Mama BECAUSE I desire to carry on and clean up that mess…

TTFN

From Aunt Ruth

Years ago my pen pal, who is also my great great aunt (yes she is my grandmothers auntie so two greats for me), sent me these slippers in an envelope. She always found ways to send me little gifts in an envelope to save on package posting. They where a birthday gift from her and hand made.

It is amazing how something old can become new again…

I am an organizer, I hate excess and regularly clear out things that haven’t been used often or lately but for some reason every time I found these slippers in my sock drawer I would smile and put them back. I got them when I was a teen and never used them. I used to have such warm feet that slippers weren’t something I ever could stand wearing. The slippers waiting in the corner of my sock drawer and things changed.

My feet get so chilled now… Today I put on my leopard print slippers… after a few minutes I got too hot in them and my mind jumped to the corner of the sock drawer and I went and found these long lost slippers from my aunt Ruth. They used to be yellow but the yarn has turned more cream in color, but other then that they have gone unused and so are in great shape. Unlike my other slippers they are well aerated and so I don’t sweat in them. They are definitely slippery slippers so I have to pay attention or I will end up on my tush. I put them on and was struck by how pretty they are once stretched over my feet. They just look like little squares before you put them on and once on I felt like I had ballet slippers on…well, they are as close as I will ever get to wearing ballet slippers! I just felt so thankful for them today.

Aunt Ruth might have taken the time to get them to me years ago but today I was struck by her thoughtfulness and today I missed my pen pal. We don’t write so much to one another anymore. She is getting older and I am just so busy with kids and a husband but I really hope she knows I love her… well she is gonna know because it is about time I wrote her again. Love you Aunt Ruth!

TTFN