Learning, Love, Magical Moments, Thankfulness

Being Patient while Protecting Me from Me

“I thank God for protecting me from me from what I thought I wanted and blessing me with what I didn’t know I needed.” ~ Estelea

When I read the above sentence from Estelea’s Blog, I found my self thinking of the blessings I’ve received. It is February 2015. At this writing, I am two months away from my sixty-second birthday. That almost seems preposterous to me. I mean, how on Earth did I get to be so lucky to live this long.

This evening (Sunday, February 1), I watched one of the many Super Bowl commercials. Besides falling in love with the Budweiser commercial. You know the one, the sweet puppy and those wonderful Clydesdales. I also loved the one by Dodge celebrating 100 years since it was “born” (as the ad stated). If you didn’t see it,  it featured men and women, all of whom had each lived at least 100 years. They shared words of wisdom of how to live and enjoy the life given to them, as they saw it. I marveled at the folks featured. I wondered about their lives–what joys they met along their journey. What pains they suffered, too.

My blessings are many. For that I’m eternally grateful. I have a friend, partner, and lover in my life — my husband. We are proud of our daughter and her dog, Miloh; they bring us great joy. We have a lovely home. And now, I find I am living a life I first dreamed of when I was in fifth grade and I had read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. I dreamed then that I wanted to be a writer.

For years, I didn’t understand that I wasn’t ready to have that dream. Until now. I wasn’t aware that  God was protecting me from me. That he was giving me what I needed at the time to prepare me for what I thought I wanted when I would appreciate it. That in the process, he would bless me with people, events, and the magical moments that I would cherish and use to help me understand I was blessed with what I didn’t know I needed.

I’ve heard the saying, when one door closes another one opens and you never know how much greater it will be on the other side. I didn’t always appreciate those words. I didn’t always want to hear them. But, they are valuable at helping one realize good things do indeed come to those who wait and have patience.

It’s hard, but it’s worth it. A book I have read and reread over the last couple of years has empowered me to believe. The book? The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. It has touched my life in a magnitude of ways. My recommendation: Read it. Believe it. Live it.

How about you? What do you have to be thankful for in your life? What people, events, or magical moments have touched you? Share in the comments your life experiences that are protecting you.

See you on the ether…

Death, Magical Moments, Music

Music, Death, and Magical Moments

After eleven days, I’m finally at a point where I can put into words my thoughts regarding music, death, and magical moments.

These words may seem strange put together, but they popped into my mind ten days ago when  I read Missing Pieces, a very touching blog post on the Letters to Ian blog written by Ian’s mother, Blair.

At the time of finding Blair’s blog, I was responding to an assignment given by the Blogging University 101 — assignment two to be exact. We were asked to visit other participants in the Blogging 101 class and to comment on the titles and tag lines of new blogs that were starting or to comment on those revised titles and tag lines of established blogs. Blair had updated her title to I Am Still Your Mother with a subtitle of Don’t you give me that look…

The second I read her title and tagline, I wanted to read her blog. I could so hear those words being said to me when I was growing up. I also knew I had said them myself to our daughter. I had even said them years ago to my little brothers when we were growing up in an orphanage (more about that in another post sometime). Of course, when I said those words to my brothers, it was more like screaming, and I said, “I’m your sister. And, you better not give me that look again!”

Reading Blair’s letter to Ian, Missing Pieces, took me back to feeling the grief and pain I had not felt for a while. Her letter reminded me of the magnitude of the loss of my youngest brother, Ralph, at the age of twenty-five in 1982, due to a motorcycle accident. He loved to listen to Queen, which was the artist Blair shared as she recounted the memory of listening to several of Queen’s songs with her son, Ian in a letter she writes him.

And, I felt the surge of grief and pain increase when I read the words from We are the Champions, which was a huge favorite of Ralph’s. Life being what it is, I began to think about music and how it affects our lives in so many ways.

Just as quickly, my mind took me to the memory, pain and loss of two nephews, Josh and Justin. Both were killed in a car accident in 2007. This time Creed’s With Arms Wide Open and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird were the center pieces as our family managed somehow to maneuver through the labyrinth of a two-day funeral process. One for Justin (eighteen and two weeks away from high school graduation) followed by one for Josh (twenty-four with a free spirit).

Creed’s With Arms Wide Open youtube video:

For years after their passing, listening to music by Queen, Creed, or Lynyrd Skynyrd would cause my heart to slow a little, pain a little, and then I’d shake it off, followed with anguish over the loss. Time, as many say, has a way of helping the healing process to begin. This I know. When I hear music by Queen, Creed, or Lynyrd Skynyrd, it is as though by magic, I no longer anguish over my brother’s or my two nephews’ loss. I celebrate in the memories. I cherish the time we had. I, do, still long for more. I pray that one day we will be reunited. Until that time, I’m going to play the music, dance when it moves me, and cherish the magic it brings to my soul.

How about you? How has music, death, or magical moments touched your life?