Days like these make being a mom very difficult. Just a couple days ago, a friend of my children was found to have some kind of mass on his brain. The CT scan was limited to just the shape, not the nature of the mass. Then yesterday, surgical removal of a large portion of the mass revealed it was malignant.
This young man, only 17, has just had his entire world turned upside down. His friends around him are aching for him, frightened for him. All have just had a very quick lesson in the uncertainly of life.
James 4:14 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
Sennit, God bless you and keep you in this fiery trial. Children, I love you and I am here for you and I realize, in a time like this, that may not be enough. But it's all I have to offer and I gladly give you my all.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Migraine
This drumming, drumming in my head
sends me straight to my bed
That's about as much as I can say even though this is day 3 of the wretched migraine and it is so much better than days 1 and 2. Still light and sound sensitive and causing me to be miserable! Will return soon to wax poetic or at least share a complete thought.
sends me straight to my bed
That's about as much as I can say even though this is day 3 of the wretched migraine and it is so much better than days 1 and 2. Still light and sound sensitive and causing me to be miserable! Will return soon to wax poetic or at least share a complete thought.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Rain Drop
Third day of camping, second day of rain. Buckets of rain! But finally it ended and we were able to emerge from our tent at ten o'clock at night to make dinner- in the dark- AGAIN!
But Hope springs new each morning and so it did today. The forest is freshly washed, the greens are crisp and bright, the soil smells rich and fresh, and the foliage is glittering with the last remnants of moisture from the storm. This is the setting in which watching the sunrise bend and refract through a single drop of rain is absolutely enchanting.
The tiny Rain Drop had been there all morning, I had passed by it several times, seeing it without actually SEEING it. It didn't move, it didn't shift, it didn't do anything outstanding to gain attention, it made no noise.
I hustled and bustled about camp, searching for the fork the raccoon had stolen the night before, rinsing cups, lighting the camp stove, setting up the morning coffee.
It wasn't until I sat down to wait for the coffee to brew that I really noticed our little Rain Drop. It looked like a tiny orange LED glowing on the edge of this majestic royal palm hammock in which we're camping.
As I began to study the Rain Drop, mesmerized by its radiant color, the sun continued to rise behind it, causing it to glow golden, then martian green. Within seconds it seemed - for each change occurred quicker than the previous - I watched our Rain Drop transform from ethereal blue to a majestic indigo and finally a pure glowing white light which shone brighter than all the others.
In a forest of thousands of acres, could a single Rain Drop make a difference? Absolutely! And in a world of billions of people, can what you do make a difference? Certainly!
Matthew 5:16 says:
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
That little Rain Drop on its own was insignificant in an enormous forest but when it allowed the sunlight to shine through the result was brilliant. Each of us little Rain Drops need to align our lives in a manner in which the Son Light may shine through.
But Hope springs new each morning and so it did today. The forest is freshly washed, the greens are crisp and bright, the soil smells rich and fresh, and the foliage is glittering with the last remnants of moisture from the storm. This is the setting in which watching the sunrise bend and refract through a single drop of rain is absolutely enchanting.
The tiny Rain Drop had been there all morning, I had passed by it several times, seeing it without actually SEEING it. It didn't move, it didn't shift, it didn't do anything outstanding to gain attention, it made no noise.
I hustled and bustled about camp, searching for the fork the raccoon had stolen the night before, rinsing cups, lighting the camp stove, setting up the morning coffee.
It wasn't until I sat down to wait for the coffee to brew that I really noticed our little Rain Drop. It looked like a tiny orange LED glowing on the edge of this majestic royal palm hammock in which we're camping.
As I began to study the Rain Drop, mesmerized by its radiant color, the sun continued to rise behind it, causing it to glow golden, then martian green. Within seconds it seemed - for each change occurred quicker than the previous - I watched our Rain Drop transform from ethereal blue to a majestic indigo and finally a pure glowing white light which shone brighter than all the others.
In a forest of thousands of acres, could a single Rain Drop make a difference? Absolutely! And in a world of billions of people, can what you do make a difference? Certainly!
Matthew 5:16 says:
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
That little Rain Drop on its own was insignificant in an enormous forest but when it allowed the sunlight to shine through the result was brilliant. Each of us little Rain Drops need to align our lives in a manner in which the Son Light may shine through.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I am tired
"I am tired. Not the in the compliment sense where there is just a linking verb. No. Tired has become a state of being for me, a verb in itself, so all encompassing that is owns me, it envelopes me, it chases me. No, tired is no longer an adjective; it is a cruel controlling adversary that stalks me. It tries to pin me to the bed when I wake up and it doggedly follows me through every moment of my day, bringing with it a sense of desperation that there is so much to accomplish with little energy to succeed. I am bridled with a sense of failure, that I have lost the battle before I have even begun it. I cry out against it, I find myself panicking at the thought of it, I resist it and yet it has unhinged its jaws like a hungry serpent to consume me. I am tired."
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Welcome!
Welcome to my blog spot!
My name is Ella and I love to write!
In the future I am going to be posting some samples of my writing here. In the mean time, I am keeping myself busy with kayaking, caring for horses, demonstrating science experiments, and being a mom!
Stayed tuned for part fun writings, part serious writings and hopefully all very good writings!
Ella!
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