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Friday June 12, 2015 DAY 99 BUTCHARD GARDENS
So much is said when the words “BUTCHART GARDEN” is uttered. So much that I will not be able to say it all in this blog no matter how long it becomes. For those of you have been to Butchart Garden you will have a better understand of what I mean.
I arrived at Butchart Garden at 9:09 a.m. The garden opens at 9:00 a.m. and closes at 6:00 p.m. I knew before I even went that I wanted to be there every moment I could be. I planned to be the last one to leave the park that day! That was my goal. I found out after I arrived on the island that starting Monday June 15th the hours are 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. and later in the summer they are opened even longer. I would have waited to come next week if I had known that. I had hoped they would be open until dark.
Now, where to start? It is amazing just to see how it is set up for traffic flow. You pay from your car as you go through a ticket line. There are excellent signs to point the way to the parking. Parking attendants are all over parking the early arrivals the closest and so on. I was in the second row, very close to the entrance. The parking lot is huge and very easy to get in and out of. Think of the opposite of any parking lot in Wisconsin. The moment I walked through the open passage way into the park I felt freedom. It was so clean, so orderly, so beautiful and so spacious. At the end of the day I likened it to a Disneyland for adults! A PEACEFUL Disneyland for adults. Serenity would be an apt description.
As I sit here in a BC Ferry, being transported from Vancouver Island to mainland BC, the ocean is surrounding me with a myriad of small islands dotting the distance horizons. It too is peaceful and calm as the clouds languidly drift in an unhurried way and the panoramic view of them is breathtaking. But, I must keep my mind on writing this blog and can’t enjoy the view like I’d like. Well, yesterday that was all I did, ENJOY THE VIEW! Every time I turned around there was something different to look at. Colors that I have never seen before, both made by God and made by man. I have never seen such a variety of ethnic backgrounds, or heard so many different languages, nor imagined such magnificent attire on both men and women as I viewed in the park. I’m sure I fit right in. When I get WiFi I’ll be sure and download at least one pic that shows my (rather eccentric) Butchart Garden dress attire. I had on my beige pants with the colorful little polka dots, a muted pink top, a multicolored striped pastel blouse, red shoes, my favorite socks that are horizontally striped lime green, bright orange, true yellow, hot pink, turquoise, and dark green. I love them! Oh, also I had on a jeans shirt/jacket and my hat that I acquired from Bill and Lisa’s neighbor who thought my polyester patchwork quilt dress was the ugliest dress she had ever seen! Well, my hat that she gave me may very well BE the ugliest hat in the world now that it has gone a few thousand miles with me on this trip. BUT I LOVE IT! It is light and comfortable and cool and stays tight on my head in the wind. The hat topped my ensemble. Well, actually I need to say that I had my little purse with the long strap crossing my front and then MY RED CAMERA hanging from my neck to top it off. What a sight I was. But…my feet were comfortable, I was warm enough and my eyes were shaded from the sun without sunglasses and I didn’t have to keep up with a loose purse. Oh the comforts of being older, not really caring about the opinion of others. Sometimes it was comical to see their looks I received. On other faces I just saw sweet smiles smiling back at me. It is so good to live in my world.
Well, I must go back to my car as we will be debarking in about fifteen moments. More later.
It is now 9:00 p.m. and I’m back and my day is about over. But…I wasn’t really talking about today but yesterday. Yesterday seems like a long way off. And not only does it seem like a long way off, the day itself seemed like two or three days tied into one by the time it was over.
By arriving early I was able to get some up front views of a lot of flowers that would later be blocked by crowds of bodies all wanting to see he same thing. The first hour or so was awesome because the crowd was low. My one thought in my heart was how I wish I could be the only person in the park and no one else would be in the way. I sort of daydreamed about how nice that would be, how beautiful, how peaceful. I had that experience once many years ago at the Huntington Library gardens, 207 acres worth. When we lived in So. California I loved going there and became friends with an old man who was the grounds keeper. I mentioned to him one day how awesome it would be to be the only person in that big beautiful garden with no one else around. He told me that it could be arranged. I was shocked and surprised. Never in a million years had I even entertained the thought that it was possible. He said he had the key and could allow anyone in he wanted to on Sundays as the garden was closed to the public that day. I asked if I could bring one other person. I brought my friend Linda. We met him on a Sunday and he opened the gate for us, ushered us in and he said to let him know when we wanted to come out. It was so amazing. Can you even imagine such a thing happening in today’s world? Linda and I spent a little time with the old man and he had us stand aside and he sat on a bench. He held out his hand and wild birds from the tree above started coming down and sitting on his finger and shoulder, hoping on the bench beside him and perching around him. It was so amazing. He said he trained them with food. He put a see between his lips and a bird would gently take it and fly away. Somewhere I have a picture of this and it looks like the little birds are kissing him. The birds trusted him. I am sure he is long gone by now but I will never forget him for his great kindness to me to fulfill a desire of my heart.
I spent long and interesting hours exploring every corner, every pathway, going up and down flights of stairs many times (purposely for exercise), walking, walking, and more walking. I stopped and offer my services to couples to take their pictures with their cameras. So many were so delighted. One couple had a great Canon camera and I ended up doing quite a long shoot for them and got some great pictures of them. They were delighted. He jokingly said “How much do I owe you”. I said well if you had been a client it would have been (this much $$) but since I did it for fun it was on the house, besides, it was with his camera. Then I told him I had just retired as a photographer and only did it for fun now. About midway into my exploration I decided I was hungry and went to a restaurant which I had earlier read the posted menu and knew exactly what I wanted for lunch. I ordered a “Yam and feta salad with fresh baby greens, craisins and macadamia nuts with a delicious dressing. It was so good! I then bought a curry chicken wrap and took it to my car to have for dinner when I got back to my room. I always carry my cold insulated bag with me with fresh food to eat.
After lunch I did more searching and found several areas not yet covered. There are many different kinds of gardens. I can’t say which one was my favorite because wherever I was seemed to be my most favorite and intense place to be. Time was running short and I literally almost cried to think I had to leave at 6:00 p.m. I retraced most of my steps and went to all the gardens again. Believe me, that is a lot of walking. I went to the Italian Garden, the Rose Garden, The Japanese Garden, the sunken garden, the fireworks display area, to all the foundains, the star pond, the totem poles, the bog garden and the Ross garden. I went to the grift store and to the visitor center. I told the lady working at the information desk that I wanted to be the last one out of the park when it closed at six. I asked her how I could make that happen. She said, just be last one to leave. She also told me to hide out somewhere. Hmmm…so that’s what I did. Throngs of people started walking to the parking lot and I just got lost farther and farther away. The crowds died down and slowly they began to leave. It became very quiet. I went to the sunken garden and climbed 51 stairs to the highest point in the garden on top a towering stone. I stood there listening as the voices and noises of children became distant and soon altogether gone. No one was around. I was there all alone. So I sang my song again…”Somebody Bigger Than You and I”. There I was on top of the rock, the second, albeit much smaller, rock I had climbed in a week. I had already been to the top a couple times before but just wanted to see the sunken garden in its isolation before I had to turn myself in to the guards.
Well, to my horror, about that time a family with three noisy children came bounding into the garden. I was making my way back to the gate and spoke to them when I passes to let them know that I thought the park was closing now and we had to go back to the gate. After all, they needed to be out before me so I could be the last one to leave. They looked puzzled and said they had just arrived and the people at the ticket booth said they were opened until 9:00 p.m. Well, I had to check that out. That was something I didn’t know about. Imagine that! So I went to the information desk again (another long walk) and inquired. And yes, that family was right. Almost everyone one was gone from the day and a few other stragglers were now coming in. According to my book this was not right. Either I was really confused by what I had read online, or by what ticket takes told me at the booth that morning, or by what the information lady had told me. What was actually happening was that the park had received word that there were two cruise lines docking who had already paid for access to the park so the park would remain open. I asked if I could stay too. They said absolutely since I hadn’t left yet. WOW…there was God working his miracles again of giving me the desires of my heart. All of the restaurants were now closed but I had my food in my ice bag so I retrieved my food, took it to an isolated place at the park, sat it on the bench and took a picture of it. Isn’t it wonderful how God provides ahead for us when we don’t even know we are going to need it? One chicken curry wrap, one cold sparkling water and one fresh made granola bar. I was one of the farthest tips in the garden. I was at the water’s edge in the midst of towering trees that formed an eerily secluded shadowy darkness. It was awesome!
The cruise ship people came in a frenzy, some only had two hours. I had been there all day and doubt if I really saw all there was to see. I took lots of pics or them to take home on their camera. Throughout the day I met several interesting people and you guessed it, I have some of their wisdom to share. Oh, sad news to share. I took notes on my cell yesterday for all the wisdom and it is not there now. I must have done something wrong. It was good notes too. Can’t even remember all the names now. Bummer! So much for trusting my phone. Well, I’ll tell a little about the ones I remember.
I met three young ladies, all 14, who were there on a school field trip for many hours north. I have never been so impressed with three 14 year olds in my life. They looked healthy and fit, had good eye contact with an adult, did not mumble, were courteous, spoke with confident and respectful voice and were just delightful to talk to. One was named Prestin. I remember her name because one of the triples granddaughters of Larry and Charlene is name Preston. I don’t know her spelling. One young lady’s wisdom was: “you must first love yourself before others can love you”. Sorry girls, I can’t remember the other two wisdoms. If I gave you my blog address please send your wisdom to me and I’ll post it. I really want to do that. I really enjoyed talking with them.
I later met a family taking photos of their beautiful daughters, ages 12 and 14. Of course I honed in and asked if I could do a family photo of them. The agreed. Then I made some suggestions as to taking some different poses of their daughters. We had a nice conversation and I asked the girls for their wisdom. Jessica, age 12 was quick to come up with: “Don’t let anyone ever dull our sparkle”. Very perceptive from one so young. Jessica the 14 year old said: “Take advantage of every moment you have because it doesn’t last forever.” So little does she yet know how very true that statement is! Even this very moment I am typing will not last forever (for which I am grateful). In my heart I do know that someday even one more word will never be typed from these 10 fingers that can still do so much. Everything I can do, I am so thankful.
I also met Ovid who just graduated from University of Victoria. He was tall and handsome, wore sunglasses and had a three day scruff. He was dressed impeccably, suit and the whole bit. On his arm was a beautify lady with a great big yellow purse. They were each taking pictures of each other and so I called out from behind as they were walking away, “Lady with the yellow bag”, and she turned to look at me. The man translated for her. I asked if I could take a picture of them together. I thought they were a lovely couple. Well, later found out that that this beautiful “young lady” was his mother and he had a 31 year old sister. (I hope I got her age correct). His mother was there because Ovid had just graduated from college. Ovid’s mother’s name is Annie. I think Ovid’s wisdom is sound for all of us to take into consideration: “TACKLE ISSUES BEFORE THEY BECOME PROBEMS”. I say amen to that. Perhaps the first one I should tackle is learn to use my cell phone so I do not lose things I write on it.
Well, as much as I was saddened about having to leave the park at nine, I was once again thrilled to know that the time had been extended because another a third cruise ship was coming and the park would now be open until 10:00. And to make a long story short, the supervisor told me he would not start doing the final walk through sweep until 10:30 and that would take one half hour. I was given permission to stay in the park until he closed it down. It was totally dark now. The food lights were on, the shadows in the trees were now total darkness except where the up-lights highlighted a place of interest. Photo taking had come to an end, I was alone, and I could walk to wherever I wanted to go. I went to the sunken garden again. I was high above on the entrance landing and I could see the entire garden from my vantage point. The footlights below showed graceful curvatures along the winding paths. I thought back to my day when I arrived at 9:09 and how quickly I knew the day would end. Never in a million years did I dream that I would have another such desire fulfilled as I had all those years ago at Huntington’s Library in San Moreno California with just my friend and I all alone in acres of such exquisite beauty. It was happening again. Except this time I was really alone. The supervisor and assistant walked away into the distance and soon were out of sight and sound. I sang again. It is with such joy and praise to God that sing. All this beauty had been mine for this one day in my life. No one can ever take those moments away from me. My memory may fade but the truth of my being there, feeling the stirrings deep in my soul of the wonder of God’s creation and the vision of one Mrs. Butchart to design and oversee creating something so beautiful and lasting as her legacy to the world. From a former quarry to harvest the earth to make cement, the remnants of the severe jagged hole in the ground was formed to creating lasting beauty. It is easy to forget all the sorrows of the world when one is in a place of such magnificent beauty. It is too bad that kind of beauty is not available for all to see. I thank God that I had the experience I had yesterday.
I walked away. I left the park. There was my little Silver Fox, all alone in the parking lot. There was no fear. My heart was full of joy. I was the last guest to walk away from the place called BUTCHART GARDENS. So much said in just those two words.
And there is so much else I would like to write because I am still so “full of it”. My story is not finished. There are more exciting details left out. If you made it through to the end, bless you. If not, that is okay too, because remember, even if no one ever reads this I am writing it for myself.
Here is the poem I wrote after I arrived back to my room after 11:00 p.m. My 14 hour day. I will remember these 14 hours.
BUTCHARD GARDENS
Kathleen Martens
June 12, 2015
Hush and quiet
Of day’s end
Was like a visit
From a long lost friend.
Crowds and noise,
Sights and sounds
In organized chaos
Does about.
But the peace
That settles still,
Into my quiet
Places fill.
A stroll in a garden
A private retreat
But the masses
Do defeat.
The beauty there,
But hard to see
When the eyes
Can’t roam free.
So at dusk
Day is done
And all that’s left
Is only one.
And such joy
Floods deep within.
There are no crowds,
Nor noisy din.
A desire of my heart
To be left alone
In quiet peace
Free to roam
Is like a gift
Given to me,
For everything
Now I see.
And as I left
No other was present
And oh the feeling
Was so pleasant.
Like a jewel,
A priceless treasure
And my gratitude
Cannot be measured.
Thank you God
For again you amaze
All that you do
To brighten my days.
Saturday June 6, 2015 DAY 94 CLOSER TO HEAVEN
Yesterday really happened! It was awesome! Again I learned something and stretched myself. I wrote briefly about my practicing retirement yesterday morning. Well, that was awesome too.
We languidly ate breakfast, talked, enjoyed the coolness of the morning and I especially enjoyed watching the play of light as the surroundings around me changed with the shifting sun. This land is such a mysterious place. It is full of dark shadows, tall trees, and dancing light. It is as if the forest has an ever changing mood and you do not want to be caught unaware.
Well a week or so ago two of their chickens were caught unaware. When Charlene and Larry came home they noticed two areas of scattered feathers in the garden where their chickens roam and two less chickens on the roost. About that same time span Larry was outside on the lower patio where I sat yesterday morning and when he stood up he saw a large cat catch his eye and bound away across his back yard in three large bounds. His yard across the back of the house is quite a long space. He didn’t know for certain which cat family he was looking at but it was perhaps a cougar, mountain lion, or a panther. The creek Panther Creek is not named that without reason. Not a great feeling of security! I asked if they have ever seen bear. Only across the creek I was told. That’s a little too close for comfort for me. Maybe I like living where I currently live. At least I have not seen any bear in my backyard.
Back to the garden of tattered feathers. Here we are in our housecoats and Charlene says, “lets walk up to the garden”. They do live on a private lane in a secluded part of the forest, almost as far out as the government allows (the property just a ways beyond them is all government forests) so I thought why not go out in my housecoat. I do it all the time at home but we too live in quite a private area. Besides, I like being in my house coat! Their garden is a little ways from the house past a big barn, which by the way, has a large apartment at the top area of the barn. And it is beautiful. Back to the garden…it is large, completely fenced in with very high fencing and even more fencing inside. All the fencing is wire fencing inside and surrounds their strawberries, blueberries and I think one other thing. They have so many strawberries that I could’t believe my eyes. Larry had already picked and picked and picked and had a large container full of them. I asked if he was finished. He pointed to an area unpicked and I got to work (in my winter fluffy robe in 90 degree weather) and I picked and picked and picked. It was so awesome. I also ate and ate and ate. And they were good. At one point I look up and both Charlene and Larry are gone. Hmmm…sort of like Tom Sawyer and the paint brush. A little later they came back, I had two containers (about half the size each of the one Larry picked , almost full. In their hands they had three tall glasses filled with delicious fruit and veggie smoothies. It was break time! Charlene makes the absolute best smoothies which include so many vegetables that I am sure I get my entire “required” allotment of vitamins for the entire day! It felt refreshing going down. Their garden also consist of a large Blackberry patch and some other berry I can’t remember. It has been a late spring for them and many of their plants are just now being planted. The nights up here in the mountains get quite cold and the ground must warm up before planting. They have a beautiful area cleared that gets a lot of sun and their produce grows well. I saw a delicious looking row of kale that was already edible. The onions looked ample and large already but the tomatoes are not in the ground yet. Charlene starts everything from seeds so the tomatoes, peppers, and other things are in their little starting packets waiting for a bit warmer nights.
The chicken feathers lay ruffling in the wind at one end of the garden and Charlene can’t even talk about the loss of her chickens. They are young and inexperienced chickens and haven’t learned how to run for it yet. She had 6 now she has 4. They have an enclosed (top and sides) pen at the end of the garden that opens into the garden so that when they are there to watch them the chickens roam free. At night they are locked tightly in their roosting house. I think she may get fresh layers every spring.
I have no pics of the garden because I did not take my phone with me. I may go up today and pick more strawberries as hundreds more will probably be ready today as well. The plants are loaded. I’ll try to remember to take my Iphone.
In yesterday’s blog I mentioned going to late lunch and then going to climb my mountain (opps, I mean my rock). When the rock was first pointed out as a landmark to me I noticed how tall and sheer it seemed. When I was told that people climb up to the top I was imagining rock climbers on ropes and pullys. I was informed that it was that way for some but that there was also a narrow path that had been carved into the side of the rock that zig-zagged across two sides of the rock’s sheer sides. Hmmm…I wondered if I could walk that mountain trail on the side of a rock that stood 850 high? Open mouth, insert foot! “I want to climb that rock” I blurted out. That’s all it took. They took me seriously and before I knew it the time came for me to put my nerve where my mouth had plowed the way. I said to myself, “I CAN DO THIS”. I would never have attempted this two years ago when my health was so bad, I had absolutely no reliable balance, no muscles, no stamina and was so sick in so many ways. Here I was, speaking what I wanted to do (though in my heart there was trepidation), stepping out in faith that I could do it and trusting in my body enough to follow through with what I imagined. I first thought it, spoke it, believed it, took the first step and accomplished every step to the very top!
AND OH IT WAS SO AWESOME! To simply speak about it is so different that actually doing it. To read about it is but words on paper or a screen but the truth of the situation cannot be understood. So much of life I have only experienced through books, and the stories of others through them telling their story. Now I realize how much is lost in the telling versus the actual experience. I can’t even describe to you the thrill of each step, the feeling of being so alive, the joy of not experiencing pain as I took each step higher and higher, the sharpness of the wind on my sweating face as I crossed one side of the rock, (I keep wanting to call it a mountain but it is actually a rock) the awe and wonder of the delicate flowers that grow from the cracks of the rock, the sheer magnitude of the rock face in all its facets and moss and lichen covered surface, the dizzying heights as I climbed higher and higher with the drop off mere inches from my toes as I looked out over the beautiful Columbia River and mountain range beyond. How can one even imagine unless the experience is personal. Whatever your mountain is, go climb it, do it, live it, experience it. If you think you can, then you can!
I think back to all the words of wisdom I have gleaned from those I’ve met briefly and it now becomes alive and meaningful: “If you want to do something, start today”, “Don’t wait”, “If you think you can’t, you can’t”, “Don’t lose the little girl or boy inside of you”, “Live the life you only imagine you can live”, and so many other pearls of wisdom. I will never be able to express to others the true depths of my heart as to what this trip has done for me. I am living one of my dreams to reconnect with those I love, to give love to those I’ve never met, to in some small way influence others to dream bigger, to be partnered with God as your source of strength and intimacy, to give of myself that which I didn’t even realize I had to give and to be able to accept with gratitude the blessings that others have showered on me. I walk in a new sureness of God’s love and protection over my life. This entire journey has been one of learning and listening, and observing, and receiving. A journey of giving and touching and smelling and pulling someone close in an embrace that needs a hug and receiving hugs graciously when it is I that needs the touch and comfort of another. This journey has opened my heart. How do I explain that to anyone? I guess I don’t need to. This journey is designed by God for me. The beautiful thing is, that God has a journey for each and every one of us. It might not be 10,000 miles, but the journey can have just as much meaning when we open ourselves up to what the Lord has before us, if we are willing to step out and stretch our horizons and do and go wherever it is God wants us to go. It could be as close as your local grocery store or as far away as Africa, but it is your journey. Allow your heart to be teachable, spend time with God in that secret quiet place as you climb your rock. Go to the top with Him wherever he leads you. Raise your voice in praise and thanksgiving to the Creator of all the beauty and magnificence he has created for out pleasure. Do not take for granite even the smallest flower. Just be in God’s presence. That is all He asks, that you take time to know Him, acknowledge Him, praise Him.
When I arrived at the top of the mountain it was such a feeling of exhilaration and attainment. I imagined, I spoke it, I accomplished it. And I wanted to sing:
Song: SOMEBODY BIGGER THAN YOU AND I
Who made the mountains
Who made the trees
Who made the rivers
Flow to the seas
And who hung the moon in the starry sky?
Somebody bigger than you and I .
Who made the flowers
Bloom in the spring,
Who writes the song for the robin to sing
Who sends the rain
When the earth is dry?
Somebody bigger than you and I
He rights the way
When the road gets rough
Gives you company
With love to guide you
He walks beside you
Just like He walks with me
When I am weary
Filled with dispair
Who gives me courage
To go on from there
Who gives me strength
That will never die?
Somebody bigger than you and I
The words above are the words I remember from years ago so they may not be exactly right but the jest of the song is there. Before I had a chance to sing it three young men made it to the top. All three are recent graduates and all are 18 years old. Such freshness upon their faces, such hope and doubt all mingled together in their expressions. Hope for a new life opening up to them with the consternation of the unknown mingled in their brows. We had a delightful conversation, or at least I did. It wasn’t long before I got them talking about their hopes and dreams and words of wisdom. I love the words of wisdom from the freshness of the young.
The first one I spoke with was David, a fresh faced, wide eyed young man with a handsome face and countenance. Here are his words of wisdom: “Just know and realize that the pains of the past will leave and be gone and now I am entering adulthood where I won’t have those kinds of pains anymore. Just remember they will go away.” My comment: As we grow older we should never forget what it was like to grow up during our years of adolescence and to remember the intensity of how we felt and how easy our hearts could be broken. I wondered at the pains that David spoke of. I liked his attitude of hope for the future and resolution of his past.
The second young man I spoke with was Jose. Again, he was fresh and handsome, alive in his eyes. Here is his wisdom: ” Stay in school. Work hard to make good grades and learn. Even when you don’t know what you want to do in life, go to school, make good grades, and opportunities will come to you.” I agree Jose. Such sound, solid advice and wisdom coming from one so young. He told me his plans were to take classes this year at a college and if he still didn’t have direction in his life he planned to join the service to open up his door of opportunity to what he could do. Jose, you go for it! With an attitude like that you will succeed. And thank you for your willingness to serve our country. I pray God’s protection over your life.
The third young man was quiet and strong and thoughtful. His name is Osvaldo. What a great unique name on the English tongue. Osvaldo told me that he works in the world of agriculture and it is a world of difficulty, hard work, and lots of struggles. Here is his wisdom: “We must have empathy for those who are struggling and working so hard and to help them through their difficulties.” My heart was crying silently as I listened to the compassionate way Osvaldo spoke. I looked at the strength his body displayed and knew he was a long time hard worker. But, he graduated! Now he wants to go on to do something for others who have suffered like he has. His empathy was real and ran deep in his heart. So much you can learn in just a few short moments with someone when you ask what it is they have learned that they wish they could share with others. I just wanted to hug him, but didn’t want to embarrass him, so I refrained. The hug came later.
About that time a group of five other newly graduated peers ascended the peak of Beacon rock. Things were a bit noisy for awhile and then I turned around and looked at all these kids and said, since you are up here I might as well tell you that I came up here to sing. If you would like to stay and listen you may but please do not leave once I start or I might get my feelings hurt. Leave now, or stay. They all stayed. I looked out over the peak of the mount to all that God had created and sang the words of the song above at the top of my voice. There was polite silence and then a burst of applause when I finished. I had tears of joy in my heart as I sang, I had reached the top. Perhaps just a small accomplishment you might think, but to me it was my Mount Everest! Though the height of the rock is 850 it is over a mile walk to climb to the top and it’s all uphill, steep hill at that. And it was worth it.
I so wanted to pray with “my three boys” but with all their friends there I felt it was not appropriate to single them out. Larry and I finally left to rejoin Charlene, who sat in the car below on her bad hip that needs replacing, thus she could not make the climb. A few moments later the three lads caught up with us and stopped to talk again, or maybe I stopped them to talk, can’t remember for certain, but anyway I asked them if I could pray for them. They seemed a bit puzzled at the suggestion, as if they had never been prayed for before, but they all agreed and joined hands with Larry and I. When the prayer was over I extended my hand to shake the first one closest to me and he said no, he wanted to hug me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so tight and long that I knew he meant it. I knew at that moment that I had, in some small way, touched his life. The other two quickly followed suite and I had two more awesome hugs. I loved it. And I loved giving them their hug. Isn’t God good? He gave me the desire of my heart to pray for them when I waited until the right time. Oh, how great is our God! I shall remember these faces and names and the accent of Osvaldo as he shared his heart. If I could say but one thing here I would implore you to reach out to those around you and touch each life in some way that God brings to you. When you are willing, God will bring those who need a touch. Such short contact and I may never know the outcome of our meeting, but God, in some small way has been introduced to their thinking and an adult has made them know that they are important in this world and their wisdom and advice does have meaning.
And I thank all or any of you who have not given upon on this post and actually read to the end. I think I like writing in the morning of yesterday’s events. It gives me time to digest that which happened and for me to make since of my day. We came home, Charlene made a delicious salmon dinner and we sat down to eat at 10:10 p.m. It was so delicious. I don’t have time right now but I copied the recipe and plan to put it on the blog. I have people that ask me if I have a favorite Salmon recipe. Well, now I do. I’ll share it later.
Following is the poem I wrote last night before I went to bed.
I CLIMBED MY MOUNTAIN
by Kathleen Martens
June 6, 2015
Each step I take
I am closer to God.
Each hour I live
I have less time on this sod.
Communing in nature
Draws me closer
To the heart of God
For a great big dose.
To walk my mountain
Though it be but a stone,
It was my Mt. Everest
On my way home.
I knew I could do it
For I said I could.
So I purposed my heart
And said I would.
A mile of steep angles
850 feet in the air
Put one step in front of another
To get me there.
Vistas so amazing
No camera can tell
Of the beauty God created
And presented so well.
River and Mountains
That meet the sky,
My heart seemed to soar
And wanted to fly.
Delicate flowers
On pathways of stone,
Incredible views
As I neared God’s throne.
An experience I treasure,
For I could still do
What I desired
To see God’s view.
And I thank my Father
For those He sends,
Wherever I go
He brings me friends.
I thank Him too
For the beauty prepared
That is always waiting
Before I get there.
I climbed my mountain!
My heart is unlocked,
For God is my fortress
My SOLID ROCK!
P.S. Be sure and browse down and see some of the photos I posted last night before I got out of cell service area. The first one is a picture of the strawberries Larry and I picked. Not all of them. I had fun designing my display for you. Hopefully I will get to label the photos later. Must go for now.
Have a great day!
Thursday May 21 2015 DAY 74 BONUS HOURS!
How awesome that the class schedule was not what I thought it was. Actually we were dismissed at 3:00 p.m. today and I do not have to report back until 6:55. The prayer room will be set up and every attendee will be prayed for individually. I am praying that my hands will be healed and my breast lumps will disappear.
Jessica, who I pick up and drop off each day came to the conference this morning. After she arrived in the packed room looking for me so she could sit next to me she realized how blurry everything was. She forgot to put her contacts in and did not have her glasses with her. She asked herself how could she do that. She felt the Lord impress upon her heart that it was because He was going to heal her vision today. Five years ago someone came to her church and prophesied over her (my paraphrase) saying that the Lord would one day heal her vision and she would see signs, wonders and miracles. That memory was brought to her recall and she again felt God impressing His word into her heart telling her that this was not only a physical restoration of her sight but would be restoration of her spiritual sight as to who He was and how He perceives her. There was more but I do not remember and do not want to misquote. During the first half hour worship session (remember, they are out of this world) her vision cleared and she can now see both near and far without needing glasses. Her eyes even looked different. Perhaps because I am used to seeing her with contacts or glasses. Needless to say, that was amazing to her and those around her. There have been many testimonies of healing taking place. I am ready to have a testimony. I could even go for my eyes being healed, especially the dryness! I’ll add that to my list. God is the God of miracles and what He starts, He completes.
The speakers today were awesome. All the speakers have been awesome but today clinched it for me, confirming that I need to hear it all again and so I decided I will buy the download of this week’s speakers. I just hope I will know how to upload (or download?) it onto my computer. I would much rather have CD’s so I could listen in the car.
So much is spoken by the speakers at each session that it makes it difficult to take accurate and thorough notes. Though I try I am certain a lot gets left out or incorrectly written. I’ll share a couple of highlights of today. A beautiful statement that stood out is “Miracles are an extension of worship. The proper response to miracles is PRAISE. When someone gets healed it is a song from the Lord. It draws people into praise”. I love “it is a song from the Lord”. The song I heard from the Lord when my ears were healed was the song that went into my heart when I first heard birds again. I hadn’t heard birds for many years except an occasional crow. I have a poem I wrote about that. When I find it I will print it in the blog. I think it is in the trunk of my car in a place that is difficult to get to. If I have time I’ll do it today. Our praise opens the heavens to increase more healing power. This class teaches us that our assignment is to release worship across the nations. “Our role is not to try to do God’s job for Him. Our job is simply to come to Him, recognize who He is, and to get out of the way. We are to take our eyes off the problem and put our eyes on the One who IS THE SOLUTION. Our worship is in intimate fellowship, not on the problem or illness at hand. Healing is not what God has to do, but healing is what He IS. WHEN HE IS PRESENT, SO IS HIS HEALING PRESENT.”
There is so much more but these sentences were interesting to me and thought you might enjoy seeing what we are learning. It is a very hands-on intense teaching. Some of the classes are so packed with information that it would not be possible to share just bits and snippits because it all builds on each sentence and explanation. That is why I will buy the download. So many wonderful scriptures to back up what is being taught. One of my favorite sentences that was in this last session today was: “FAITH IS NOT IGNORANT OF REALITY. IT JUST DEFIES IT!” (My exclamation point!) I have lots to study when I arrive home. I took careful notes and when I have the access to the messages again I should be able to comprehend and understand even more. I feel so honored to be able to attend these sessions. I would love to come back again with Dave. I highly recommend a trip to Bethel Redding for the Healing Classes.
Well, I think this will be my blog today. Tomorrow is an earlier day and a long one. Perhaps I’ll get to bed before 1:30 a.m. like last night.
I must get ready to leave for my healing time.
This week has passed all too quickly!!!
Friday May 15 2015 DAY 69 I THINK I GOT A LEMON
Sometime days are just down days. Not down in spirit but just a day to slow down, stay close to home, revel in the quiet, no hustle and no bustle. Just a great “down” day. That was today, for the most part. And I loved it. Paulette had several suggestions as to where we could go, things we could see, etc., but instead we chose to stay close to home until we thought of a movie we’d like to see.
I did go to the gym and when I came home I braved the post rain back yard and tackled picking lemons. Yes, I said lemons. If I had to guess I would say her Meyer lemon tree probably had 500 lemons on it. And let me tell you, this lemon tree fought back. It had great big, long, sharply pointed, strong, THORNS. I mean they were like weapons and extremely sharp! Ask me how I know! “Ouch”! I wore long sleeves which helped but still had a few pricks elsewhere. I picked lemons for a half hour or more. After they were washed and dried and laid out I counted 80 lemons on the counter and in a bowl was about another dozen or so.
So, the photographer in me just knew there was a picture waiting to happen. Paulette pulled down her beautiful baskets from the pantry and we loaded the lemons into them. I arranged them in what I thought a was nice display and we not only took pictures, but, we did a talking video. We had fun doing it. I took some to the gym this morning, which I had picked yesterday, and gave them away to the people I spoke with yesterday. Tomorrow I will take more. I also plan to take them with me as I leave and hand them out to wherever I go to whomever wants them. They are quite sweet lemons or could be mistaken for a very sour orange. They look more like oranges, both outside skin and inside flesh. This is a very forlorn tree. It is sad because it is neglected and left to its own devices. I heard the lemons calling out to me to please pick them so they could fulfill the destiny that God had intended for them. That destiny was to be picked, eaten, and enjoyed, while giving rich nutrients to to those who ate them. The picked lemons are happy lemons! And I am quite happy for picking them, as well as helping them fulfill their destiny! I called ahead and told Joyce I would be bringing lemons. She said she had two lemon trees and didn’t need any lemons. Oh well…Wish I could get them to my sister Velma. She is the lemon lady!
So you see when I have a “down day”, and not much happening I have to “make” something happen. So I did. Quite exciting for a blog, right? RIGHT??
Paulette and I went to see the movie “The Age of Adeline”. It was quite a ways away but we both wanted to do something “exciting” so we drove out to see it. I thought it done well, had an interesting but abrupt ending, but overall was an entertaining movie. Paulette didn’t seem to like it as much as I did. I don’t see many movies so maybe I don’t have enough to compare it to. I especially like the actors (and don’t ask me who they were).
Paulette’s husband, Dave, joined us across town and we had dinner at a place called CHOPS. Very nice upscale restaurant. I put on my best behavior and tried to be quiet. It worked for awhile. I ordered my favorite food, BRUSSELS SPROUTS and a beet salad. It was very good. I thank you Paulette and Dave for the delicious meal. I have enjoyed myself here in Folsom California. I had a large suite to myself and I spread out like a 16 year old. And that is about how my area appears at the moment, like a teenagers! EGADS! I am leaving tomorrow so will tidy it up in the morning as I pack. It felt so good to just let it all hang out! I would be embarrassed to take a picture of it. I think I needed this respite!
While at dinner I asked Dave for his words of wisdom. He responded quickly: “As I age my priorities change. There is nothing I’d rather do now that hang out with my grandsons” I asked him if that was it and he said yes it was.
Paulette’s wisdom: “Take the time to find joy in every day. Sometimes you have to find it yourself because it is not always going to bite ya.” Very well said!
And because I have a wonderfully peaceful, low-key day I will share a poem I wrote yesterday. I have not had the opportunity to spend as much time in solitude with the Lord while on this trip. I try when I can and have been quite faithful in writing my gift of poetry to God daily (missed a couple of days). I had a quiet peaceful morning yesterday and spent in on the veranda deck and just enjoyed communing with my Lord. Here is the simple poem that spoke how I felt. After the poem are words I felt impressed upon my heart when I asked the Lord what words He had for me.
AND FOR LOVING ME ENOUGH
May 14, 2015
Here I am Lord
To offer my time and space,
To rest my heart in You,
In this peaceful time and place.
To be alone in myriad sounds,
To be refreshed from inside out.
My heart sings from within,
My soul longs to shout.
To proclaim Your love and mercy,
And Your tender loving care
That spills from my heart,
For inside me You’re always there.
Thank You for Your grace and mercy
And for the strength You supply,
And for Your freedom You provide,
And loving me enough to die.
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My Heart Sounds from the Lord: IF YOU PURPOSE TO LISTEN
I am your rock forever and I give you true peace because you trust in Me. Even in times of your absence in solitude My love will never leave you. My promise of peace does not disappear because of your busy schedule or the hands on a clock. When My children love Me I will bless them. My face will shine upon you and you will become more and more like Me that others will see my countenance upon your face
Come and let us enjoy this interlude in your journey. Pause and give time to reflect on all I am teaching you. Write down your lessons that you retain them to look upon and continue to grow. As you seek Me, my wisdom will come from within you. Wisdom that comes from heaven is pure, it loves peace while considering others needs. Look and see who I bring before you. Step out in boldness, yet be submissive unto Me. I will fill you with mercy and good fruit. Judge not others and always speak truth in sincerity. Be my disciple for I have called you to be my witness. You are my beloved. I love you with an intensity you do not yet understand. Listen as I speak to your heart. Through all the chatter and clatter of this word you will hear My voice if you purpose to listen.
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This has been a wonderful stay. I feel refreshed and ready to look ahead to next week when I will be a student at a week long class at Bethel Church in Redding CA.
Good night. 7:55 p.m.
P.S. We are going to watch a movie!
May 5 2015 Day 59 Another Desire Fulfilled!
God is so good!
So many wonderful experiences to remember. I just hope writing the blog will help me remember more than I forget. Any one else out there have that problem?
Today was a lovely, busy day. To just arise in the morning is always a joy to me, no matter what the weather, no matter where I am, no matter if I am to work or play. To just awaken again knowing I have the chance to live another day makes morning all worthwhile. The earlier I rise the better I like it. Someday I will awaken on my last day and perhaps not even know it is my last day. And even that day will have its own wonderful experiences. Perhaps not to remember but to be enjoyed while I have every breath left in me. And oh what an experience it will be to awaken in a new place and be able to stand boldly in the presence of the Almighty God. I actually look forward to that amazing experience but on the other hand I am in no hurry to make it happen.
So, back to my lovely, busy day. Early workout to start the day. And then…I actually walked into a Great Clips by the gym and gave a perfect stranger the privilege of cutting my hair. Now I know my hair doesn’t look like much (that’s because there isn’t much of it) but I only allow one person to cut my hair and that is my sweet hairdresser Angela back in Wisconsin who owns Bonjour Barber. She cut it very short before I left on my trip so I thought it would outlast my journey. I guess I should have had it shaved. My hair had crossed the line into shagginess and I couldn’t stand it one more day. God provided a superb lady named Jennifer the opportunity to work her magic. And magic she worked! It is SHORT again. Not quite as short, but short indeed. Jennifer was wonderful. Not only did she cut and style it, she washed it, (remember I was all sweaty from the gym), massaged my scalp, wrapped my face in hot towels and put me in a vibrating chair while I lay back for the shampoo…then…gave me a short shoulder massage with a hand held vibrator. Oh man…I felt wonderful when I left there. And the best thing of all Jennifer was in love with the Lord too. She was a good listener too. Hmm…does that surprise you?!
When I arrived back at home base my friend Wendy from High School was sitting on the door step. She was early and I was a bit later than I had intended. I changed and we high tailed it out of there like two giggling teenagers we once were. It matters not how much time passes between visits or phone calls, we can just pick up from where we left off and still feel the comradely feelings we shared as teens. We had an enjoyable time together, eating lunch out, driving around awhile on side roads and stopping at the Meadow Lark Dairy in Pleasanton again (for me again) for an ice cream cone. We had great conversation and we had to part. I wish I could share all our conversations but of course I cannot so I’ll just say that God was in them.
After Wendy left I readied myself for the next event which was to leave in a short while to go to Jeanette’s sister’s house for dinner. Linda and Ron live about 5 miles from Jeanette in Danville California. The homes in this surrounding area are all beautiful, well kept homes. The property values in this part of California are exorbitant. I suppose if something retains such a high value it is well cared for. The homes are close but not as close as they are in other areas. So many people have cultivated beautiful flower gardens in both front and back yard. So much warmth and growing season that much can be accomplished in the growing season. I saw flowers I have never laid eyes on. Ron cultivates roses and another exotic flower that he gets from Japan or China (Sorry Ron, I guess I wasn’t listening too well) which are one of a kind here in the states. He orders them and has a collection of them in pots in his side yard. His yard is beautiful! On the other end of his house he has a gorgeous rose garden with a collection of extremely exotic looking roses. Amazingly beautiful. I took a few pics on my cell phone so I could send you some. Most I took with my real camera because they will be beautiful on cards.
I told Jeanette this morning that I wanted to stop in some of the yards in the neighborhoods around here and just pick one rose from each bush (especially at one house I drive by everyday). I told her I would love to have a boquet of the beautiful roses I see. They are so huge and diverse in color, style of blooms, sizes, and smells. When I was admiring Ron’s rose garden he said I could pick any I wanted! WOW! WOW! WOW! There it was again! God just giving me another desire of my heart! Linda came out with the clippers and kept encouraging me to cut more. In the photos I posted I included the bouquet I brought back to Jeanette’s from their backyard. They sit regally in a vase behind me in the office where I am writing and the fragrance mixture of all the varieties smells like a lush wonderful fruit drink of some sort. Sort of lemony and subtle and yet spicy all in one inhalation. I shall sleep with them in my room and then place them in a communal area for all to enjoy while I am gone tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll even take one to each of my sisters whom I will see tomorrow. That is…if I can part with two.
Linda and Ron set a beautiful table and the food was delicious! I’ll try to remember to get the name of the dish Linda served. It was a bit different and ever so wonderful. It will be interesting to find out if anyone has ever heard of it before. Not only is Linda talented in cooking she is also very artistic and creative and prolific in the quilt making department. She showed me many quilts and pillows that she has made and they were all exquisitely and finely made. She does all the quilting herself. Some she actually uses a straight stitch sewing machine to quilt curved repetitive designs in the quilt patterns and they look beautiful. I posted a few of her quilt photos that I snapped this evening. Enlarge them and look at them closely. I shot a lot of the quilts with my real camera too.
I returned to home base, leaving Denny and Jeanette behind to watch a basketball tournament game. Don’t know what team, can’t remember the team name and don’t recall even seeing them on screen to tell you the color of their uniforms (which I don’t know if that even matters). Some pro games to do with basketball must be going on right now because everyone here is ensconced in it. I am happy for them. But…their team lost tonight on this 5th day of May. (I included the date because my computer is blogging things with the wrong dates attached. Even when I put the correct date on tonight tomorrow it will show May 6th. I change it or at least try.)
I will close with Wendy’s words of wisdom she would like to tell others:
“Do not gain weight. Do not let yourself go because it is so hard to get yourself back. Stay active and work on being healthy”.
Thank you Wendy for your honest words to others.
And thank you God for all your blessings on this day. I love my roses!
Oh, and thank you Linda and Ron for allowing God to grow them in your back yard. Your generosity is greatly appreciated. It was so good to see you both and look through your old albums!
Good Night!
P.S. Note to cousin Joyce: I’ll return your call tomorrow but don’t know when.
Monday May 4, 2015 Day 58 Roses and More Roses
Note to readers: For some reason my computer changes the date of each day’s entry when I post it. The entry below was written and posted on Monday May 4, 2015. Day 58
Yeah! I found another gym to work out at this week for only $10.00 for a week’s pass. The other was free for 3 days only and then $25.00 per day. No thank you! The new fitness center has a great gym, small and cozy but excellent equipment.
After our workouts Jeanette and I headed out for an adventure. We decided to do a tour of the local area’s Arboretums and Botanical gardens. We first went to the Ruth Bancroft Garden in Walnut Creek. When we arrived, to our disappointment we discovered they are closed on Monday. It looked like a really great place! From there we drove to another location in Walnut Creek, The Gardens of Heather Farm and that one was open. It was on the small side (probably one full square block which included parking). It was well worth going to. Primarily it was a rose garden (again, one of my favorite flowers) and a small like/pond that you could walk around. I’ll post a few pics if any turned out on my IPhone. We stayed quite awhile and enjoyed the roses. There were a lot of them for me to smell so it took awhile! I think I will post a lot of the pics I took today so you can enjoy the roses too.
After the Gardens of Heather Farm we stopped in Concord Markham Nature Park and Arboretum. That too was well worth it. It was a wild habitat with only native plants from the area. Very rugged with a simple beauty. We got a little carried away with the hiking and realized we were in dangerous overly rugged territory and turned around and made it out safely. Actually going down was a bit more dangerous than the going up had been. Jeanette had a hip replacement just two months ago and I certainly did not want to hurt myself and need a hip replacement. Not much light in the woods so don’t have many pics. Besides, we had to watch every step carefully so we wouldn’t fall into the almost empty waterway and I couldn’t focus on photos.
On the way home we stopped at Costco so I could stock up on a few things. Picked out what I needed only to get up to the register and Costco would not take Visa. I did not think I would have enough cash with me. However, when I got my money out I had exactly enough dollars (and not a dollar more) to pay for my items. How is that for cutting it close. My cash was elsewhere and I didn’t have it with me.
Once home we prepared a dinner fit for a king! My kind of food! That’s why it was so good! Shh..don’t tell Jeanette!
It is even earlier than normal and I’ve already finished my daily blog! WOW! So…I will use a little of my time to share something I wanted to share way back when it happened. For about three weeks when my trip was young I did not have WiFi and thus got very behind in writing. I want to tell you one of the stories that happened then. There are three main stories in sequence I will tell over the next few days.
Story #1 THE MIRACLE
On March 19th Russellville was in my rear view mirror and Euless Texas loomed ahead. It was a long drive to Euless where my cousin Janet and her husband Chuck lived. I was driving there so I would have a stop over on my way to San Antonio Texas. It was a very short overnight stay at Janet’s before I was to leave for San Antonio. On the 20th when I preparing to leave I receive a call from Peggy and Dave who were my next destination. Rain and flood warning were being issued for the areas I would be driving through and the news stated that if you didn’t have to travel it might be best not to get on the road. This put a pondering in my thoughts. I called the emergency road condition number for the Texas Patrol and was told if I stayed off the interstate and went the back roads it would probably be safer for me. I called Dave and he told me to ask the Lord and do what the Lord directed. So I did just that. I prayed and this was what I believed the Lord impressed in my heart:
“You can do all things through me for you have My strength. Trust Me-allow peace to reign in your heart. Use wisdom and continually ask for more wisdom. The more you give love to others and do My work, the more evil will rear its head to fight and try to stop you. I call My angels to do My bidding–fear not the wars that rage around you, for your strength is in Me and My blood covers you. Speak in authority and the evil one flees. Trust! Stand firm. It is going through the perils of life that make you stronger. Fear not, for I am with you. My rod and My staff will comfort you. Go with a brave heart. You are my beloved and I am with you.”
So I decided to go.
The speed limit in Texas is 75 mph on most roads. Some highway speed limit is 80 mph. And that is on highways with light signals. Go figure that one out. Well, that particular day it was raining cats and dogs. The highway was divided and the speed limit was posted at 75 mph. To Texans I don’t think heavy rains means slowing down one little bit. If anything they keep pushing the speed limit and continue going 80-85 mph. I kid you not! They drive like maniacs. Well, I drove 75 mph just so I wouldn’t get run over in the slow lane. The road was divided and it slowed down periodically to go through little spread out towns. Then of course in the country part of the driving there were occasional light signals that allowed traffic cross. I saw one such light a ways ahead as it turned yellow. I had plenty of time to stop, nothing was following me closely and I was in the right lane of two lanes going in one direction with a high earthen berm separating the oncoming traffic. As I approached the intersection the light turned red just as I stopped. The yellow light is rather longer that usual yellow lights (perhaps to compensate for the 75 mph speed limit). I was sitting at the light approximately 3 or 4 seconds when a double cabbed, large pick-up truck pulling a large, loaded down trailer behind it, zoomed by me on the right (where there was no lane) out into the intersection. He was trying to get control of his truck and trailer, in the rain , on wet pavement, and it wasn’t going to happen as long as he was applying his breaks. I did not see where he came from, nor did I see him approach. On the right side of me there was a cement raised area where a light pole stood. This truck went by at about 60 plus mph, did not scratch my car, did not hit the light pole and I could swear there was not enough room for that big truck and trailer to sidle by me. It was amazing.
Since he couldn’t not stop the vehicle and the cross traffic was coming over the berm, the driver had to accelerate and keep on going. As soon as he swooshed by me I was so shocked I just spoke out loud, “Why’d he do that?” in a very perplexed tone of voice. In my heart I thought I actually audibly heard the answer, “Because he could not stop” in a very matter of fact, purposeful answer. Followed by the words “Now do you trust Me?“. Whew! that was a close call. I had no fear or adrenaline rush as I never saw him until he was already past me. All I know, it was a miracle for that large truck to get between me and that light pole, gain control of his vehicle and trailer on wet pavement, and have no one hurt or killed.
That morning before I pulled out of the driveway of my cousin’s home in Euless Texas I prayed a very diligent prayer that God would put double the angels around my car and place on duty his biggest and strongest angels. I said a lot more of that but that was part of what I prayed. After the above situation took place a laughter bubbled up within me as I imagined His angels surrounding my car and just directing that truck right around my little Kia Soul and through that narrow gap beside me. God protected me in that moment. I trusted Him before I left. I trusted Him even more in that moment! Just to retell this story to you again renews my trust in His love and protection over me. Thank you to all who are praying for me on this trip.
I arrived in San Antonio Texas safe and sound! And that is when the stories start getting even better. Remember, as God’s children we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us!
Here is the poem I wrote after that miracle.
WHY’D HE DO THAT?
Each hour unknown as what is to come,
As to what will happen going to and from.
All I know is I’ll pave the way
By taking time each morning to pray.
Just as yesterday I prayed God’s will
That I be in His presence, busy or still,
To watch over me and protect my well being
From all that can happen which I am not seeing.
I ask for His angels to take extra care
That wherever I am they will be there’
In the authority of Jesus, Angels are at His call,
Whatever He commands, they do it all.
Their protection I felt; as disaster was averted,
The power of Jesus was definitely asserted.
A horrible collision did not take place
As angels guided the driver through a narrow space.
I sat in silence as angels swarmed my car
As the truck zoomed by not missing by far.
I asked out loud “Why’d he do that?”
And the answer came, “Because He could not stop”.
And then I understood the power of God’s force
That he could change a driver’s course.
Because of my prayers and my trust in Him
I am whole today in life and limb.
Thank You Lord for the protection you give
In all my hours of the life I live.
Your glory reigns within my heart
As my every day, with You starts.
by Kathleen Martens
March 21, 2015
I thank God for His protection. And believe me, I do trust Him.
Good night. It is now 10:28 and time for bed!!!
May 1 2015 Day 55 My Only Episode of Tired
I guess two months is a pretty good run of not ever getting tired during the day. Well today it hit. I haven’t worked out for many days due to lack of place, timing, and schedule. Finally today I hit the gym and probably over did it. Two hours, full workout, and probably too long. Felt so good afterward though. It is also a very hot day. Probably up in the low 90’s and getting in and out of a hot car sort of takes the starch out of you (or at least me).
Jeanette and Denny had previous plans for this evening before my scheduled trip interfered with their lives. They are gone tonight and I am happy as punch. I made a phone call to my husband and made a big mistake. I laid down on my bed and I could just feel the energy drain out of me. It really caught me off guard because very seldom do I ever have that happen. For one thing I don’t lie down during the day if I can help it and do not stop and even sit except to eat and drive and type. So…maybe I won’t lie down again during this day. Confidentially…”I will tell you that I am tired! It was only a little after 7:00 pm when I started this blog and hope to be in bed by 9:00 as I have a big day tomorrow. It actually feels good to be tired. Sometimes it is difficult for me to slow down. CORRECTION: It is always difficult for me to slow down.
This has been a coming down day for me. I am settled in and will actually be here more than a week. I leave next Saturday May 9th so I am feeling as if I have a temporary home. Wherever I am actually feels like “home” to me. Where my friends and family are is home. But at the same time I so love silence and solitude. I hear the sound of a clock ticking and it is like music to my ears. I am so grateful for the sounds I do hear. With hearing loss being prevalent in my family (dad’s side) and my hearing being so much less over the years, to have my hearing restored has been a blessing. That happened October 2013 and was a miracle of prayer.
So…here I am alone and loving it. I think I only took two or three pictures today of some flowers. That’s all I have today folks. Actually I will show you three photos. The first one is of a lovely rose that was on my dresser when I arrived at Vicki and Bill’s house when I arrived in Monterey. I love roses. The next is of a small beautiful bouquet of roses on the dresser of my room here at Jeanette and Denny’s. I know for certain that these must have been plucked from their backyard. They have so many beautiful blooming bushes of roses. I had forgotten about all the roses in California yards. It is just so amazing to see. And when I am walking by them I cannot pass them without smelling them. I actually think I could identify their colors by their frangrance with my eyes closed. All very distinct and unique olfactory pleasure. If you don’t know it by now I am a “stop and smell the roses” kind of gal. If we don’t look, we don’t see. I think my wisdom for this night would be “Open the eyes of your heart and appreciate all the blessings God puts on display for us every single day”. Such a simple gesture to place a flower in a room. But it speaks so much louder than words.
I had another good piece of wisdom offered to me today. I met a man, a perfect stranger in my eyes, but I think we both departed having been blessed. It doesn’t take much to have two persons start a conversation when God is in the meeting. I shared a bit of my travel story with him and he was actually the first one to bring up God. He asked me if I ever asked God about things. Can’t remember verbatim his first opening statement about God but that was all it took for us to realize we were brother and sister in Christ. He said some very affirming words to me (which have since been repeated to me by another totally unrelated person and event) and gave me encouragement and affirmation of what I am doing on my trip. I won’t go into the details but will say that it was confirmation that I am on this journey for a reason. I asked him for a bit of wisdom and he said: “Let your past help someone else”. That is very simplistically quoted and I am sure there was a little more to it. He said he would email it to me but I am writing now and will correct it tomorrow if I receive his email after this is published. I found out through our conversation that he is a Pastor of a Hispanic speaking Baptist church in Manteca. It was a delight to speak with him.
Just stop and think about what God has allowed to happen in your life, that today may be the very reason you are who you are, doing what you do, capable of helping others in the same situation. Use your experience and gifts to help others. It is a way of making beauty out of ashes.
I know these blogs probably get to long, but like I said before, even if no one reads them I am writing them for myself. It feels good to feel the keys dance under my crooked fingers as I express my love for words by putting them in written form. Words are powerful. Use your words wisely. I’m still trying to learn how to do that.
Hey, it is only 8:21 p.m. I might get to bed by 9:00 after all.
Have a blessed night.
Good night.
Monday March 16 through Wednesday March 18 at Aunt Esther’s house
Oh dear, I thought this might happen. It is so long past the days I am writing about that so much seems to be lost. Oh the perils of an older mind! Oh well, I do remember the highlights.
I have a sister who does not like her name mentioned. Those who know her will recognize her by my story. Those who don’t know her might be interested in what I have to say. My sister has been deaf for many years. Very frustrating to be a hearing person and lose your hearing due to family heredity. Well, on Jan 9th of this year she had a cochlear implant in one ear. On Monday the 16th I met her for lunch along with Aunt Esther and Aunt Vela. When we greeted each other there were tears in both our eyes as she spoke to me and said “I hear your voice”. It has been so many years
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Prayer From a Friend
Early Thursday morning I was in my prayer room writing in my journal. I had just finished writing a poem when the phone rang. It was a new friend calling to give me encouragement for my recent news. He said he had a prayer for me and would like to pray for me. I never turn prayer down. He began to say a simple beautiful prayer to our Lord. My heart welled up with joy and laughter. I actually laughed out loud as he prayed for it just bubbled up from within. When he was finished I asked if I could read what I had just received from the Lord (for I believe all my poems are a gift received from God). Of course, how could he say no? I told my friend that the prayer he just prayed was the same as the poem I had just written. I read it to him. Afterwards he exuberantly expressed “Oh how wonderful to know that the Lord is just confirming how He has you wrapped in His arms”. And I agreed. Following is the poem:
Everlasting Treasure
Kathleen Martens
February 26, 2015
You, O Lord, are my song
That sings within my being.
Oh so sweet is Your voice
As a beauty that I’m seeing.
For your song is dance
And in Your presence alive.
Harmony flows from Your glory
And my spirit feels Your vibes.
A melody that fills my heart
And lasts all day long,
It fills me with beautiful words
Saying, to You I belong!
And I respond to Your rhythm
And gentleness of Your touch.
Though I deserve not Your grace,
To me You give so much.
Thank You Lord for filling me
With joy and peace without measure.
To carry Your song in my heart,
Is my everlasting treasure!
Visions of Poetry 