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Last week I spoke of my first week, of my first experience of participating in Lent (Week One of Lent), by eliminating cream from my daily, morning coffee.

Withdrawal from what one loves can feel like a real sacrifice … until one remembers the One whose sacrifice yours is a symbol of.

This past weekend I saw a video (below), and before it was finished, I found myself thinking, what a beautiful sacrifice of love.

And sacrifice for love is what Lent leads us to understand.

Gerdi McKenna is a woman who was diagnosed with breast cancer, just this past February, in South Africa.

I cannot imagine what that news must be like.

I cannot imagine what it is like to walk with one close to me, through the journey that breast cancer leads.

Gerdi is a loved woman.

Watch the video, below, to see just how loved she is :

What a personal sacrifice!

But, for those who participated, what seems to have taken the edge off of the very personal sacrifice is the fact that they were doing it for one they loved.

Isn’t that just how love is?

We would do anything for those we love!

And that is what Lent reminds us

That Christ would do anything for love!

But I won’t do that

Even that …

Most awful, horrible act of being sacrificed physically on a cross,

And of being separated from His Father.

That is sacrifice for love!

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As of today, the countdown really ends!

Hubby joins our younger two and myself on Spring Break (the oldest already had her reading week).

I LOVE Spring Break! It is such a productive two weeks off.

So far I have :

  • accumulated three bags of ‘stuff’ to go to the thrift store
  • purchased crack filler, and filled all holes in the room to be painted, as well as one to do touch-ups
  • had a neighbor over for dinner
  • experimented with two dinner recipes, granola bars and an apple cake
  • eliminated clothes that our son has outgrown
  • signed one kid up for summer camp and work camp
  • raked, trimmed and tidied our back garden, accumulating five garbage cans of yard waste
  • had lunch with our son
  • had lunch with our daughter, a friend and her daughter
  • had two ‘play dates’ (are they still called that when they are teens?)
  • tidied my bathroom vanity
  • and got a head cold

Every break from school results in the same scenario. I am so excited each night to have the next day off, that I struggle to get to sleep. Then, when I awaken at ungodly morning hours (like 5am), I am too excited about the clean-slate day to be able to get back to sleep. The result is that I get sick.

But, a swirly headache, and sandpaper throat are not going to keep me down …

I have a to do list to finish.

And that is how I approach each break … as a to do list.

Not that it is a bad thing to clear the cobwebs in our minds of all the things we never seem to have time for, as accomplishing so many of these things provides head space so that we can then do more of what is really important.

But,

maybe, just maybe, part of the reason we have such breaks is so that we actually slow down, and refresh?

Hum, I need to consider that …

after I give Hubby his To Do list 😉 .

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Some histories say that St. Patrick was born in Scotland, while others say England. Either way, the patron saint of Ireland was not a native son.

His birth is listed as somewhere between the late three and early four hundreds AD.

It is said that, as a young teen he was captured and enslaved in Ireland for about half a dozen years.

After having a dream or vision he felt he needed to flee and return home, which he accomplished successfully.

It was in England where he began to study, eventually becoming a minister/priest, who may even have been commissioned by Pope Celestine I.

Patrick returned to the place which was once his prison home, Ireland, this time as a missionary. He traveled throughout Ireland, sharing the love of Christ to the nation who largely held to the pagan beliefs of the Druids. He is said to have, single handedly,  brought Christianity to the island nation.

It is believed that Patrick died on March 17, at an old age, and of nature causes.

There are many legends surrounding this man, and his work in Ireland. One such legend is that St. Patrick is said to have used the three-leafed clover/shamrock as a prop to illustrate and explain the trinity of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

“No one should ever say
that it was my ignorance
if I did or showed forth anything however small
according to God’s good pleasure;
but let this be your conclusion and let it so be thought, that
– as is the perfect truth –
it was the gift of God.”
Saint Patrick

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They say, don’t read a book by it’s cover, but lets face it, sometimes a cover, or a title is so captivating that you just have to pick it up!

From the blog Converge, you will find a post written by Bob Friesen, called “Don’t Expect Marriage to Make you Happier.” Can we get more captivating than that?

The reflections in this post, I am confident, will ring true to anyone who has ever been married. For those who have not, it could alter your future … if you can read it with eyes wide open. Sometimes our eyes remain shut … or rose-colored, until they are forced opened by the realities around us.

Enjoy this post, by Bob Friesen, my guest post.

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“For all you singles out there, if you think marriage will solve your problems, and that you’ll finally be complete once you tie the knot, I’m here to say this: think again.

I have been married 14 years. And here is my story.

I was a miserable single person, and I thought marriage would fix it all. I was 29 when I got married, and I had a fantasy that marriage would cure all my single issues. Wrong. If you want to find out how selfish you are, get married.

Six years ago, I learned what commitment meant. The wheels came off my marriage, and my wife and I nearly split. Why? We had multiple traumas and stressors that taxed us to the max.

Three family members died within a two year span. I lost my job after nine years with the company I had poured my life into. My wife was on long term disability due to post traumatic syndrome, and then I ended up on short term disability for stress that was ready to take my life. Our dog died at age 13, and he had been with us almost our entire married life. Financially we had become so strapped that we carried even more stress in the marriage due to our heavy debt load.

Where was God in all this? Life felt like Job’s. I could go on and on and on about the many other stressors that plagued our lives; I was so pushed into a sea of pain I wanted out. Death looked appealing; many times I fought suicidal thoughts.

And to make matters worse, all around me I saw couples enjoying success and trips and healthy incomes. How is it possible that a couple can take on enough battles for six marriages? It doesn’t even out. Life is no respecter of persons. I am 47 and I feel like I have lived two lifetimes already. My poor 43-year-old wife has lived 10 lives.

But we’ve survived, and it’s a miracle. Even as I write this we are both reeling from so much pain that at times I am unsure how we made it this far.

A lot of Christian counselling saved us. Tons of prayers saved us — prayers sent up to our Father by our loved ones and close circle of friends. We wept a lot. We fought a lot. We wrestled with God a lot. We had to take breaks from each other, even up to two weeks apart. We had to re-negotiate our marriage. We aren’t the same people today as when we wed that summer day; our eyes aren’t all glazed over with lovey-dovey emotions.

My wife and I continue to make a conscious choice to remain intact. When everything was coming apart, we did what was necessary to ensure those vows would stick.

I’ve seen a lot of tough years, and I know one thing: marriage is not the ticket to completing your life. You will have a much better marriage if, as a single person, you are already whole and content.

So instead of rushing to the altar to fulfill a Hollywood fantasy, or wanting to take care of those raging hormones, I’m here to tell you to take a chill pill. Ask yourself, “What do I need to work on before I get married?” Also consider asking questions like, “What might harm my future marriage?” Getting hitched is not the end-all, be-all to all of your troubles and misery. You can’t get married and expect it to make you happy.

Is marriage worth it, even though you can expect a lot of trials? Absolutely. But don’t fool yourself in thinking that it’s easy. Being married will stretch you beyond your wildest imagination. Think through now what your vows will mean on that day when all is well and you can only see the good times ahead. Make sure you sign up for “in sickness and in health” part. If you don’t, you’re in for an ugly surprise.”

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As the second week of Lent is underway, the post of the week was about my first week … my first week (ever) of participating in the practice of sacrificing something during the season of Lent.

In Week One of Lent I share what I have given up.

Also this week were :

Living in the Present Through the Lens of the Future
(sometimes looking ahead helps us to live better now)

Signs of Spring
(the leading to the beauty of summer)

The Lifeguard
(when your dream does not come true)

Help
(learning about Autism from a real expert)

Blessings to you this day,
Carole

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Those four letters were her first words.

The words that opened the ears, the eyes, of those around her.

The words that opened the minds of any who have heard her story, her voice.

As an Educational Assistant in a Middle School, I often spend my days as an adventurer, a detective. I am always on the lookout for the key.

It is an invisible key that I am searching for, in a quest to unlock the door into the minds of students I work with, directly, or indirectly.

For some students the key might be simply taking tests in a quiet room, away from the classroom.

For some students the key might be to alter/adapt assignments and tests so that they only get one page, one question at a time so as to not overload their anxiety-laden minds.

For some students the key might be to have someone else scribe/write for them, or a keyboard to tap out the information they need to communicate.

For Carly Fleishmann, the skills she had learned on her keyboard, were the key to her voice. And what a bright voice she has!

Carly is a Canadian girl, from Toronto, Ontario. She is a twin to her sister. At the age of three, she was diagnosed with Autism. She is non-verbal, so technology, and education to use it, was required to give her the opportunity to express herself.

imagesThere is so much more about Carly.

She, and her father (Arthur) wrote a book (right) about her life, experiences and Autism.

She has been interviewed on numerous networks.

But, what I really, really, really (get the point? I REALLY want this) hope, is that you will click on the link (below).

When you do you will open Carly’s Cafe … wait for the cup of coffee to fill.

There is a very brief video collection of Carly growing up.

Then, the rest of the video is from your perspective (Carly’s perspective) of life inside of the body of one with autism.

Did I say PLEASE?

Because I really, really, really hope that you will click on the following link :

http://www.carlyscafe.com/

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“a dream is a wish, your heart makes”
Cinderella

From the time we moved into the house across from the public swimming pool, she dreamed of being a lifeguard.

She did every expected level of swim lessons, with the determination and focus of a med student.

She observed the lifeguards every summer day she went to public swim (often, twice a day).

She never ran on deck.

Always put water on the back of her neck before entering the water.

Never pushed or roughhoused with other swimmers.

Never dove from the side of the pool.

She has always taken water safety very seriously.

She swam competitively on regional and varsity teams.

She has taken all of the courses, and ended up abandoning her dream … sort of.

At fourteen she got a job as an assistant swim coach.

Since sixteen, she has coached swimmers in a swim club.

For the past three years she taught swim lessons in our own, and the private pools of others.

She has never actually worked (other than privately or in a volunteer capacity at a camp for families with Cancer) as a lifeguard.

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Sometimes our dreams take U-turns!

Sometimes our dreams end up deep in the sea of our memories.

Sometimes our dreams have dipped beyond the horizon.

Sometimes …

our dreams get replaced with new realities.

If anyone were to have told our five-year old daughter that she would never work as a lifeguard, she would have been

crushed,

devastated.

Now, looking back at how her dream morphed into something different, she does not look at this change as being a bad thing, but simply a different dream, a new dream.

From the unfulfilled dream, comes a new reality … the new reality a new and living dream.

New has emerged, as the old has passed away.

From the dry ground of

disappointment, hurt, and nightmares,

comes

rebirth, hope, and brand new dreams.

When we face the loss of dreams, may we not lower our heads, and eyes in sorrow

but raise our eyes to ask the lifeguard of eternity

what hardened seeds will you plant in this garden?

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738357ae884a5272698e5dee5e8f2913As this is my first year ever participating in the giving up of something for Lent, I thought I would share about the process in writing.

Okay,

Lets get real!

I am writing about it, so that I am accountable to not give up early …

I am so week!

Deciding what my symbolic sacrifice for this season was not easy.

I considered chocolate, but I do not eat it daily, so I didn’t think it was enough of a sacrifice.

I considered wine, but my only daily wine is spelled w-h-i-n-e, and that would be difficult to acknowledge when I do it, because, I probably whine far more than I actually realize.

I considered giving up writing, but through my preparations I have my daily devotions.

I considered giving up my morning coffee, but it is those around me who would be making that sacrifice.

I was through my consideration of giving up coffee that I found my sacrifice …

cream in my coffee.

I love my morning coffee. One cup. Freshly ground. Steaming black poured into creamy white, to the perfect shade of warm brown. Ah, that first sip! warm. creamy. satisfying.

The night before I fill the machine with fresh water, measure the beans into their cup, and set the timer. Anticipation begins the moment I set that timer.

Some mornings I awaken before my alarm, before the heart-stopping whirl of the beans being ground, and lay in bed, in eager anticipation of that first sip.

Obviously this daily ritual is one I truly love and enjoy. It is daily and I love it! So it seemed the best ‘sacrifice’ to make.

“The joy has left my life!”

I have to humbly admit, that the above six words were exactly my thoughts that first day, that first morning of Lent.

Coffee without the cream is terrible! It does not look right, it does not smell right, it does not feel right in your mouth, and it does not taste right!

I chose the right thing to give up … because it hurt.

So for this first week of Lent, I have started each day with a cup of hot, black coffee … and I have not enjoyed it one bit! With each sip of it, I have said in my mind,

“thank-you”

Thank-you to God, for the real sacrifice of his son. Cream in my morning coffee pales in comparison to that sacrifice.

“And a voice from heaven said,
“This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.””
Matthew 3:17

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This past weekend the time sprung ahead one hour, causing all sorts of sleep issues for everyone who must live our lives by the movement of clocks.

One mom said,

“I love this time change … said no parent ever.”

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Just this weekend the sun felt so warm.

The snowdrop bulbs are in full bloom in my garden.

Daffodil and Hibiscus and tulip plants are coming through ground.

Grass is growing.

Buds are forming on the flowering fruit trees.

Kids played on the streets until 7:00, when the sun sunk below the horizon.

Just last week, as I let the beast out for her morning bladder emptying, I was serenaded by the dawn chorus of the birds in the trees surrounding our house. Their music drawing me onto the deck to absorb it straight in to my soul.

A few years ago we (and by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’) moved two Forsythia trees from a hill in the front of our house to a raised section in the back. They are perfectly situated to observe and appreciate from our dining room table. As a lover of the awakenings of spring, I have been known to say, on a daily basis,

“have you seen the yellow trees are blooming?”

Hubby and kids roll their eyes, or finish my statement before I am able to complete it. It has become an ‘inner circle’ joke, that will, one day, be remembered with laughter when I am long gone. And I am okay with my memory being connected with the new growth and blooming of such a free spirited and beautiful tree.

Sometimes I marvel at the newness of spring, in the midst of the Easter and Lent season. A season when things that have long died, come alive with beauty, newness and hope of the days to come. A parallel on Earth, to that which Easter represents … a dying so that life might come again.

Spring is coming!

Though the time change this weekend pushed the sun’s rise until later in the morning, I know that in no time at all, I will again awaken to light filtering in through the bedroom windows. That is the hope that spring provides.

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There is nothing as life reflective as going to a wedding anniversary party for a couple married more than forty years, or a birthday for someone over seventy, or a funeral of one who has lived long.

To attend such a function is to look at your own life through different eyes. Eyes that look back, eyes that look forward.

I love these events because you get to look at where someone is, and see their life in reverse.

Real life is not lived in reverse.

Real life is lived today, appreciating the journey that brought us thus far, and dreaming of the future to come though the future is always without guarantees. Today needs to be fully enjoyed, fully lived, because it could always be our last.

Whenever I attend those special events, I intentionally remind myself of three things :

1. Live with faith in God. Of the many celebrations I have attended, the ones where God’s presence in the life of the celebrated has been acknowledged, there is no fear of the future, and only thanks for the past. The life of one with a faith in God is one of acknowledging that the best is always yet to come.

2. Family comes first. If I want to be celebrated in such a warm and loving way, treat those who would host such an event well today. That means, family comes before career, before obligations, before friends. My theory is, treat our kids with respect because they will be the ones choosing my care home someday! Family comes first.

3. Live with legacy in mind. How I live today is the pen to paper writing the story of what I will leave behind. I have been to celebrations of life and marriage that are rich in love, in positive impact on others, in stories. I have also been to such celebrations that are barren … simply a nice meal, and pretty decor, but empty of substance, and full of tensions. How we treat others, how we give, the choices that we make all form the legacy that we leave. Live with legacy in mind.

To live intentionally with the goals to live with faith in God, family first, and to live with legacy in mind, is to live well, in the present, through the lens of the future.

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