Having fun with grandma. But…I think it was me having fun with my grandson.
When looking ahead to plan a trip that will eventually escalate into three to four months what is the first thing to do? Well for me it was thinking. And after all the thinking and planning I look back and wonder if that was the first thing I should have done. Perhaps if I hadn’t started thinking about it I wouldn’t be in the predicament I am in. Predicament??? Well, let’s put it this way, because of my grandiose thinking I have put myself in a pickle, so to speak, of information overload.
As we know, when a woman is planning a trip there is always SHOPPING to do! So I did. My first purchase, being a photographer, was to purchase a new (non-professional) camera. Decided I needed something compact and small and easy to handle. My pro-cameras are heavy and to be honest with you I am tired of how heavy they are. So, my compact little RED camera became my newest addition to my family. My cameras are a bit like children. Can’t live with them and can’t live with out them, temperamental at times and often misbehave. The first misbehavior part was the fact that my old tried and true MAC would not accept the new updated technology of little MISSY RED! Yes, my camera has a name…So…I had to get a new computer. A laptop this time so I could take it with me. I made one great huge mistake however. I bought a PC instead of a MAC. What a nightmare! After using a MAC for so many years I was lost as a goose. A PC is like a foreign country where I don’t speak the language. So, lots to learn. Then had to have a new program (Lite-room) to handle my new technologically advance camera card. So, lots to learn. After taking two long long classes I finally downloaded something free that does the job and is a lot easier to use. Hey, don’t laugh! I was used to Photoshop on the MAC and I learned that. Perhaps it is just that my brain is a bit older now.
Then I ended up with a different phone and oh my goodness…that is like holding a little brain in t he palm of your hand. I know why it is called a smart phone. It is smarter than I could ever be. But…I’m learning. And then, THE BLOG. What a nightmare! Something else new to learn and learn and learn and re-learn. And I am still learning. So I hope you bear with me as I learn as I go. And I won’t even mention the new GPS I must master. (OK you techies out there, quit snickering!)
The Color of Love
Kathleen Martens
August 12, 2011
God in His love created our world.
Lavish colors sprinkled as His canvas unfurled.
The blue of the sky, and meadows green,
Flowers in rainbow colorful sheen.
What is the significance of the colors He made?
Received each season, never to fade.
If asked the color of love what would be said?
A Cup of Water
By Kathleen Martens
March 17, 2011
A soothing cup of water
Does more than just quench thirst,
When offered from the heart
A soul will be submersed.
Perhaps it is not liquid
But “words” that are a balm.
Healing pain and sorrow;
Creating peace and calm.
My Private Heaven
January 2, 2013
Kathleen Martens
The thoughts on which I dwell,
My private heaven or my private hell.
What I think – so become I,
Succumb to the pit – or soar and fly.
It all depends who lives within;
The God of salvation or demons of sin.
We have choice – to become who we desire to be.
As for me –I choose to be free,
All Because I Thought to Think
By Kathleen Martens
September 13, 2014
Thinking — Thinking
That’s what I must do.
But it takes a lot of time
And my moments are so few.
And then I must think
About on what should I dwell?
And do I keep thoughts private
Or to others tell?
Wow! If I only knew months ago how much it would take to get ready for the planning of a four month adventure I might have started sooner.
Friday July 17 2015 A DAY OF THANKS!
Why is July 1th a day of thanks? I’ll tell you why. Thirty six years ago today I gave birth to my son. He was born two months early and things weren’t going so well. He was transferred to another hospital to the NICU center. His entire first year did not go too well. But since we are celebrating his 36th birthday you can conclude that he did survive.
Tonight when I hugged him I was so thankful that I have shared 37 celebrations of his life. That he survived the first 24 hours was a great celebration! We did not know if we would ever share another birthday with him.
As I hugged him I thought about the parents who this week lost an eleven year old son due to being run over by a car while he was riding his bicycle. They only had 12 celebrations of his life. I am so thankful for every day that my son has lived.
Courtland and his family came over for a birthday celebration dinner. It is always a joy to have my family over so I can make food they like and share in the enjoyment of once again having my son at our dinner table. On birthdays we like to tell stories about the birthday person. It is a fun time and I always learn something new as I listen to the stories. It is delightful to hear the stories that the three and seven year old tell. The three year takes a story that someone else has told and enhances it quite a bit. I think he even believes that what he says is true. Tonight the seven year old told the story about his dad coming over and having dinner with us. It was a very current story.
After the story time I asked each one to give Courtland wisdom they would like to share with him. Dave went first and actually gave him the same wisdom I was going to share. He told Courtland to never get too busy with all the things and hustle and bustle of life that he did not take time out to enjoy the everyday and ordinary things with his family. He encouraged him to live in the moment.
So I had to come up with something new. My wisdom to Courtland was to not neglect his spiritual life. To be certain he trained his boys in the way of the Lord and had them in church so it would become a way of life to them. I told him to walk in the way of integrity so that his sons would see his life walked out as a Christian Father. I recommended that he walk the walk.
This morning on the way to the gym I stopped at a garage sale in my neighborhood. It is a family I only know through our neighbor get-to-gathers. The daughter just graduated and is going off to college. I asked her what wisdom she had for others at this stage in her life. Ashley’s wisdom was: “Don’t sweat the small stuff”. That may be a short sentence and one that we have heard many times over in our lifetimes but until you learn how to “not sweat the small stuff” you don’t really understand how difficult it is to learn. If more people could just learn that earlier I think the world would be a much friendlier place. Thank you Ashley for your timely wisdom. I pray that as you grow into full blown adulthood that you will remember these words of wisdom today and take them to heart. You are already one step ahead of so many others in know this lesson of life.
DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF
By Kathleen Martens
July 17, 2015
Sometimes it’s the little things
That turn into all the big.
Little misunderstandings
Cause us to dance a jig.
Maybe we should listen more
And really hear what is said,
And just sleep on what makes you mad
Instead of worry, just go to bed.
Think on what bothers you,
Mull it over in your mind.
In the morning speak your piece
With words that are kind.
Understand the other’s view
And listen as they explain
There are always two opinions
Do not hear their words in vain.
Give just thought to their beliefs
It will be different that’s for sure,
And when you do understand
You may surely have the cure.
You will no longer suffer
From angry and malicious thoughts,
Because the small stuff is unimportant
In its struggle you’re no longer caught.
So…don’t sweat the small stuff
Place your focus on what is true.
Put your eyes on God alone,
And understanding will be shown.
Then the small stuff stays
Exactly where it should be.
Your spirit is no longer bound
By only what YOU see!
Well, I didn’t know that Ashley’s wisdom would by my inspiration for today’s poem. And timely I think it was. For you see, when I tried to publish this bog I did something incorrectly and lost everything except the poem. I had to totally rewrite everything (except the poem). It was as if I heard in my mind “Don’t sweat the small stuff”! And in the scheme of life, losing a blog really is small stuff.
It is late, Dave is asleep, so I will publish and go to bed. Dave is slowly making strides toward healing. I think he may have overtaxed himself today helping me do some things to prepare for tonight’s birthday celebration. His leg is still painful and red. His next appointment is Tuesday. He is still on oral drugs until then. Please pray that continued healing will be noticed daily.
My first blog was quite a bit longer and more detailed. Sorry for the “quick” version.
Good night and God bless you!
SOUL
Wedded to body, life-giving force
Entwined with spirit for eternity’s course.
Immaterial self within human being
Confined by flesh – wings of death freeing.
The place of hungering and thirsting for God
Awaiting release from earthly sod.
Uniquely created deposited at creation
That which feeds all sensation.
OUR SOUL
OUR BEING