Friday March 4 2016  A LONG WEEK

How long is a week?  Is it Sunday through Saturday?  Or, is it Monday through Friday?  Well, however many days it is, this week seemed to last about a year.  I think it was because there was so much happening every single day.  When I have no appointments on my Wonderful Wednesdays and Fun Fridays it seems the week is easy and peaceful.  This week that was not to be.  Every single day was overflowing with things needing my attention.

As I mentioned previously, my friend’s husband died recently and his funeral is tomorrow.  I have been preparing food for the funeral as well as making some for my friend.  On Monday evening I received a phone call from a family member informing me that one of my cousins was very ill and had been hospitalized.  It was unknown as to what was wrong but she was not responsive.  My cousin died yesterday.  She was a couple of years younger than myself and we were raised in close proximity.  I know this will be difficult for my aunt who resides in a care facility.  My sadness is for a mother’s loss.

Tomorrow I will attend the funeral of my friend’s husband, but will not be able to attend the memorial for my cousin who resided in California.  And next week (whenever that starts) will be another week with its own challenges and its own pleasures.  And the most important task at hand is to live each and every day as it unfolds, enjoying the moments we live.  We are not guaranteed a tomorrow and we cannot change the past.  And the good thing is, God always gives us the strength and energy we need for the day in which we live.  And I love the scriptures that says we are not to borrow from tomorrow’s troubles, for today has enough troubles of its own.  

As much as I would like to write a compelling  blog worth reading, I am hearing a plethora of books calling my name, all wanting me to come and read them!  I have a penchant to have several books going at once.  I go from book to book throughout each day because I can’t wait to find out what is going to unfold.  Let’s see, at present I have one novel on CD in the car that I listen to while driving.  It is “THE GIFT” by Richard Paul Evans.  Very interesting.  I have another novel on CD which waits for me in my bed.   I listen to that book before I drift off to sleep.  It is also called “THE GIFT” by Cecelia Ahern.  I am almost finished reading the book, “THE GIFT OF YEARS” by Joan Chitterster, as well as a book entitled “A GIFT OF A YEAR” by Mira Kirshinbaum, both non fiction. I just finished a true story called THE 13^TH GIFT BY Joanne Huist Smith.  It was a very heart touching story about a beautiful miracle that happened following the death of her husband just before Christmas.  And now I am reading another true story entitled, “HERE IF YOU NEED ME” by Kate Braestrup.  These books are what I am reading for pleasure.  I am also reading several books that pertain to God.  My favorite is “EVENINGS WITH TOZAR”, a daily devotional.  And all these books are calling my name. 

You may wonder why so many of the books have the word “GIFT” in the title.  Well, I was looking up the title “THE GIFT OF YEARS”  and a whole list of book titles came with the word “GIFT” in the title.  I ordered quite a few, sight unseen, without an inkling as to what their story line was.  They have all been quite interesting.  

My blog tonight is just to bring my readers up to date with what is going on in my life and let you know I am fine and well. There are some things stirring in the wind and as soon as the dust settles I’ll be sure to let you in on our upcoming adventures.  My books are calling. 

 

YOUR PAST CAN’T LEND

By Kathleen Martens

March 4, 2016

 

Each day is a miracle

As the hours fly by.

A life is born,

Another life dies.

 

The circle of time,

No beginning no end.

Though hours are numbered,

No way to lend.

 

We have what we have

So ever be aware

Of what today is.

Tomorrow not shared.

 

We must never count on

Seeing new dawn’s sun.

THIS DAY is your life

So enjoy each one.

 

We have no promise

Of another tomorrow.

But we have today

And it’s never borrowed.

 

And just as surely

As life ebbs away,

A new life is born

To forge new days.

 

The circle of time,

No beginning no end.

Your future can’t borrow.

Your past can’t lend.

 

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU. 

 

Rather than hearing those books calling my name I think I am now hearing the call of MR. SANDMAN.  Did you have a Mr. Sandman when you were growing up?