Yes, And ~ week 47

As I’ve mentioned here before, one of the richest memories of my life is how I used to get up at 5:30 in the morning with my dad. It was our time. We’d eat GrapeNuts and tell each other about the miracle(s) we’d seen the day before. I still try to like GrapeNuts and I still try to look for miracles every day.

Finding the miracles has been harder for me lately. I might notice (my word for 2015) lovely people, places, or things, but I’ve allowed circumstances, over which I feel powerless, to cloud my ability to recognize them as miracles. That’s gotta change.

Here’s how I’m going to change it. Yes/And. I completely accept the reality that YES there are many things going on the world, over which I have no control. AND while I continue to attend to what I can, I’m going to focus on the light, the good, the possible, along with the people doing the light, good, and possible.

YES, the divisions, gloom, fear, and darkness will still be around. My focus, however, will not be as glued to it, as it has been lately. I’m going to focus on the power of miracles. When I find myself tempted to dwell in the negative longer than is necessary, I’m going to seek out AND people, places, and things. AND people, places and things are the miracles Daddy and I used to share with each other daily. I’ll share some of them with you, here.

I can’t promimom brickse this will be my last post about Mom, but it will be the last one for a while.

I was in Goldsboro, for a meeting this past week.  After the meeting, I stopped by theKitty Askins Hospice Center, to find the memorial brick (my absolute better-half) Tom donated in Mom’s memory.  

Tom loved Mom and she sure loved him.  Although Mom didn’t talk about prayer a lot, she often said he was the answer to many of her prayers.  

I thought I understood and appreciated hospice care before Mom’s experience at ‘Kitty’s House’, but her six months there taught me much more and was the answer to many of my prayers.  I got to witness every mask, fear, and wall she ever hid behind give way to love.  Love of herself; love of others; and love of moments.

At this moment in my life, witnessing Mom’s unveiling to love is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever witnessed.

What’s the greatest thing you’ve ever witnessed?

3 thoughts on “Yes, And ~ week 47

  1. Never stop posting or talking about mom. She is so much of the tread that is the tapestry of my life. One of the riches of our moments came several years ago. We all were sitting in her McCarthy apartment. I was sitting on her right side. As always I was addressing her as Mrs. Bearnes. She slowly turned towards me with one of her many very dignified British looks and said, “After all these years, don’t you think it’s time you call me mom?” That is my most sacred and loving time with mom.

    And oh yes, Tom IS the answer to a lot of prayer.

  2. On October 30, 2017, I was blessed to witness the birth of my very first biological Great Granddaughter, Adelaide Faye Hinz. I was blessed to witness her Daddy Ryan’s birth 20 years ago and her Aunt Erica Hinz 24 years ago. I held my mother and husband in my arms when they passed that was a sacred thing. To see the life that God created being born was also truly sacred in a completely different way. I love you Lisa

  3. Dear one– what a great description of your mother’s time as the veil thinned. Please do not stop writing about her, talking about her and sharing her life/your love.

    As we move toward Thanksgiving I give thanks for you and your presence on this earth.

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