It was one of those mornings when everything I tried to do required an extra step or needed something I didn’t have. Instead of getting overly upset (it was tempting, as an occasional pity party can be satisfying), I went for my gratitude box. The first card I picked up read: “Give thanks for unknown
Step 9 is all about making amends (forgiveness), but before we can make amends (forgive)in a meaningful way, we have to work our way through steps 6,7 and 8. It is rarely appropriate to do something or take a stand without doing our necessary preparatory work. We not only have to become willing to work
Deep into another WWII novel and Jim Wallis’ Christ in Crisis, I experienced a spontaneous burst of gratitude this morning. With fall in the wings, the nights are cooling down. The daylight hours are growing noticeably shorter, and this morning, there is a nip in the air. Since my friend called to say she couldn’t walk,
It feels like fall this morning; still pleasantly warm, but there’s a different feel to the air. The seasons are slowly changing. August will soon be over. Kids are back in school. Buses add minutes to morning and afternoon commutes. I’m so grateful Mother Nature is trying to keep us on schedule. I grieve for
Bishop Curry says in the appendix of Love Is The Way, “So much of what is happening in the world does not look like love. If we go through life letting external forces – our news feeds, our acquaintances, our Google calendar – determine how our days are spent and our contributions measured, we know
We said goodbye to Ruthie on Saturday. Such a joyous memorial service filled with joyful black music, stories, and laughter! Ruthie joined our family in 1969 as a confused and suicidal teenager, angry at the world and life. Over the years, she entered and reentered our lives, sometimes being affectionate and loving, others angry
I came back from Physical Therapy hungry and tired. A cup of coffee and two pieces of toast later, I sat down to blog. Not feeling inspired, I grabbed an Al-Anon meditation book and read five different entries. Interestingly enough, they are all related to assuming responsibility for our own thoughts and actions rather than
I didn’t have enough time to really start something before I went to PT, so I grabbed Bishop Curry’s book Love Is the Way and read: “You can be intentional about the stories you tell as well in the stories you consume. Examine which stories are taking your time and attention. If you’re only getting
Sunday, sang several songs/hymns that have had a lot of meaning for me, among them “It Only Takes A Spark.” All afternoon, the tune and words ran through my mind, reminding me that it only takes a spark to make a difference in so many areas of life. Kindness, you see, is contagious. So is
We hear a lot about mindfulness these days. I’m not really sure what that means, but it reminds me of the program’s emphasis on living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time. I also understand it is finding ways to turn off my monkey brains and becoming aware of what’s around
There are those books that you simply can’t put down until you get to the ending, Louise Penny’s novels, for instance. Then there are those books that are so meaty that you can only digest a few pages at a time. Last evening I sat down with Bishop Curry. If this black man can speak
Today is a day for gratitude. Following morning worship yesterday, we came home and got lunch. When I opened the freezer to get ice cream for dessert, I discovered everything was partially thawed. The fridge had died! What followed was a mad scramble to rescue as much food as possible. Fortunately, I had a partially
A number of my recent blogs have asked the question, “What’s the point of even trying when the whole world seems to be spinning out of control?” Consequently, I should not have been surprised to have Bishop Curry speak to these issues when I sat down to read Love is the Way. Instead of
My musical friend was talking about the songs she loves, which made me aware of the limits language puts on our reactions and perceptions of life. While English has only one word for love, other languages may have a variety of words to describe a wide range of feelings, reactions, and understandings that we lump
Somebody once said there is no difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones aside from the way we use them. Life has taught me that while one can put a stumbling block in my way, I am the one who decides whether I am going to use those stones to get ahead in life. The older
It’s easy to fall into the habit of simply mouthing the words to familiar Scripture verses, slogans, or prayers such as The Lord’s Prayer or The Serenity Prayer instead of carefully pondering the words. When I really think about what I’m praying, I often find one special phrase jumps out, such as “accept the things
“The point isn’t to make a fortune. The point is to know what’s enough. To be happy.” says one of the characters in Louise Penny’s The Brutal Telling. I suspect we all recognize the wisdom in that statement, but how many of us are willing to really discern when our enough is enough and then act on
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.“ (Thorton Wilder) I gaze out the window. The sun is shining after days of pounding rain. I am grateful for days of gloom as our Mother Earth needed a long refreshing drink. Yet I am very
A number of you commented on my recent blog about detoxing our brains. Here are some additional concepts and thoughts that may help you detox from negative self-directed messages. They’ve certainly got me thinking about the many ways I create problems for myself. –What they say about me says a lot more about them
“It’s not the answers you get but the questions you ask, that’s all important,” my dad used to tell me. He was convinced that it’s in framing our questions that we begin to define the various components making up an issue or problem. I thought of Dad this morning when I read one of the
As news cycle follows news cycle, I find special meaning in a line from The Little Prince. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.“ Is that why we humans find working together so
With Spring in the air, it is becoming easier to focus on gratitude. Spring in Adams County is something to behold! Gratitude, you see, is good for my mental health. It’s good for my shattered soul, and it’s keeping me physically healthy. The Psalms, one of the most popular books of all time, is filled
I was reminded last week that I am a grateful creature of habit. I have some fairly fixed routines that help me enjoy each day. I sleep until about 7:30 each morning, get up, have my coffee, walk with my friend, eat breakfast, blog and do what household chores there are to do. Then and
What are we to do when we become world-weary? Overwhelmed by bad news? Discouraged that the bad guys just keep avoiding any serious consequences? Feel everything is too much trouble that nothing seems to make any difference? When such feelings take over, I am reminded of a story we Mennonites like to tell about Orrie
Positive thinking goes nowhere unless it is followed by action. That’s precisely why we say the road to hell is paved by good intentions. Meaning to do something and actually doing it are two very different things. Most of us are procrastinators, one of those character flaws many of us humbly ask God to remove
Self-acceptance and care are much easier to talk about than to practice. It’s so easy to push our basic physical and emotional needs to the side because most of us grew up being told it is important to put others first; that pride in self and self-confidence is somehow sinful. Yet self-negation, self-pity and viewing
Over the years, I have read many definitions of codependency. All relate in some way to discounting our own needs and feelings and looking to others to validate and make us happy. After all, we live our lives in relationship to others, our environment, our culture, and our jobs, so why wouldn’t we
I locked myself out of my house the other day. I wanted to give my new neighbor a key since we were going away for a week, so I grabbed a fistful of keys, stepped outside to make sure I had the right key, and…. You guessed it! I locked myself out! Fortunately, it
I’m a great one for shoveling clutter into drawers and closets, but that just means going through every paper and envelope when I’m looking for something specific. I didn’t find the address I’d been looking for this morning, but I did discover a scrap of paper with a scribbled quote. “Resentment must give way
Today Is a day for gratitude. In fact, every day is a day for gratitude. Since now is all I’ll ever have, this moment is the only moment I have for which to be grateful. And I am grateful. Extremely grateful. Just having returned from sharing breakfast with a friend, I am very aware that
Sometimes we gut react to a situation, impulsively decide to take a risk, to speak out, take a stand. I think of my quiet, introverted, shy husband who decided after 9/11 that declaring war on Iraq was not the appropriate way to respond to those horrendous events. Crippled with rheumatoid arthritis, in constant pain,
It’s one of those dark rainy winter days for which I am profoundly thankful. With so many areas of the world suffering from drought, we here in south central Pennsylvania are much blessed. So far, we’ve been spared many of the extremes in rainfall, temperature, and storms that have been devastating others. The effects of
Mary Davis has a simple formula for happiness. “Shine brightly. See beauty. Speak kindly. Create joyfully. Live thankfully.” If there was ever a time for adopting her formula it is now. I’m no Pollyanna, but I discovered long ago that negative thinking sets me up for unhappiness and failure. In fact, viewing everything through a
“Modern American culture is fairly empty of any suggestions that one’s relationship with the land, to consumption and food, is a religious matter. But it’s true; the decision to attend to the health of one’s habitat and food chain is a spiritual choice. It’s also a political choice, a scientific one, a personal and a
Somehow a year has flashed by, reminding me of a story in which a great king challenged his subjects to create works of art depicting their ideas of peace. Paintings flowed into the castle. Beautiful pastoral scenes. Pictures of smiling babies, children playing. Grazing animals, flowing streams, fields of flowers. Yet the picture that
With winter’s dark stay-inside days, I’ve been reading feel-good books and watching Christmas movies. There is absolutely nothing wrong with escaping into once-upon-a-time and what-if moments. That’s part of self-care. Besides, it’s the rare book or movie that doesn’t have some insight tucked inside the story. That happened with Richard Paul Evans’ Finding Noel when several quotes
Attitudes, it’s been said, are simply deeply entrenched habits of thought. The good news is: we can change our habits and thoughts, The downside of recognizing that attitudes and feelings are no more than habits is that changing our habits and thought patterns is hard work and takes time. A long time. As Paul Myer said,
I’ve had an excellent companion these past few nights when sleep eluded me. Lousie Penny’s latest novel, The World of Curiosities. I am so grateful I am still able to read, as books have been my companion since first learning to read. When I am down, a feel-good book can help me rediscover the beauty
Perhaps it’s because we are approaching the shortest day of the year, but the evenings seem excessively long and lonely. While I am discovering many advantages to living alone, the house sometimes feels achingly empty. I miss him. God, but I miss him. However, instead of focusing on what’s no more, I am determined to
Sun streaming through the bedroom window called me awake this morning. Not ready to get up, I snuggled deeper into my bed and began listing all the little things welcoming me into this new day. The feel of crisp clean sheets. Sunshine. A warm bedroom. Being able to wiggle my toes. The luxury of rolling
I’ve been reading Erica Bauermeister’s delightful book, The Lost Art of Mixing. It’s not the greatest piece of literature ever written. The storyline is simple and uncomplicated, but her use of language and word pictures are heartwarming and vivid. The Lost Art of Mixing is one of those books that leaves you feeling hopeful about the future and
The older I get, the more grateful I become. The other night our little CoDa group worked on the 11th step. “Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for God’s will for our lives and the courage to carry that out.” When I
I’m still pondering the who or whose “I am” question. Descartes said, “I think, therefore, I am.” I have no idea what that means. To be truthful, I can drive myself nuts asking questions such as, “who am I?” There are many ways to describe myself. I am female. I am a widow.
Mary Davis has a simple formula for dynamic living. “Shine brightly. See beauty. Speak kindly. Create joyfully. Live thankfully.” If there ever was a time when there are good reasons for unhappiness and despair, it is now. Yet, precisely because these are challenging times, it is vitally important we implement Mary Davis’s suggestions. Negative thinking
John 1 opens with, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Through him were all things made that were made, and the Word was the source of life, and this source brought light to all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness
At our CoDa meeting, last night, we talked about the 10th step. That’s the step in which we take time each day to review our successes and our failures. Unfortunately, most of us have been programmed to focus on our failures rather than our successes. We’ve learned how to blame and shame ourselves when we
There’s a phrase in the familiar version of the Lord’s Prayer that troubles me: “And lead us not into temptation.” How or why would a loving God deliberately lead us into temptation? It simply doesn’t make sense. In fact, the more I delve into theology and religious literature and the answers we humans have
I have this intense urge to go upstairs and hide in my sewing room. It’s a dreary day, following a series of dreary days, and my get up and go never got up with me this morning. I’ve been feeling this way since our discussion on crime and punishment at church yesterday. I’m bothered by
I have never met a person who hasn’t hurt or disappointed me. In the same way, I have never met anyone I can’t love, if I really try. Granted, there are people I don’t like, but liking is different from loving. Loving is about respecting another’s right to live a full and rewarding life. There
Some mornings I wake up with an idea already percolating. Sometimes my morning walks bring things into focus. Sometimes I just sit and stare into space. That was this morning. As I stared out the window, I reached for one of my collections of sayings and read, “Writing is like driving a car at night.
Most mornings my friend and I walk the streets of Fairfield, waking our sleepy bodies by walking to great conversation. Yesterday we both attended the fall performance of the Gettysburg Chamber Orchestra. It was an emotional experience for both of us. For me, the tribute to 9/11 brought memories of bodies jumping from those burning
Last evening my granddaughter showed me a collection of photographs she’d taken. I was blown away. As we scrolled through her various collections of trees, marshes, water, and ocean sunrises, she’d often comment, ‘this one’s no good. It’s blurry,’ or “the light’s not right in this one. It almost hides that tree” or “this didn’t
Earlier this morning my neighbor, who was walking his dog, stopped to chat. He reported reading an article in the New York Times about the correlation of dogs with depression and dementia and exercise. Once we had exhausted that topic we explored that topic of plants. “You know plants have feelings,” he said. “Scientists are
I’ve been missing him more lately. Perhaps it comes from visiting family and scattering some of his ashes at the foot of his parents’ gravestone. Perhaps it’s the letdown following a very positive family gathering. Perhaps it was celebrating his birthday with the children and grandchildren by each eating a bowl of coffee ice cream (his
It’s been six months since he died. It’s time to move on, to pull myself up by my invisible bootstraps. Time to make a new bucket list, to embrace my new reality; do my best to make the most of each and every day. Years ago one of my counselors asked me, “What would you
Worrying has never solved anything or helped anyone succeed in life. Being concerned is different than worrying. Being concerned acknowledges there are needs and issues to be rationally addressed. Worrying, on the other hand, is like having a gerbil wheel running nonstop in one’s head. It’s worry that robs us of our sleep and keeps
Gratitude is everything. Without gratitude life has little meaning. Without gratitude we are less than we were created to be. Gratitude allows us to see with new eyes, to hear with new ears, and to perceive with new understanding. Gratitude is loving with abandon and joy. Gratitude inspires us to stop and thank the
I’ve been warned that anniversaries are difficult times following a loved one’s death., so I woke up promising myself that I will not feel sorry for myself today. Instead I will celebrate this day in as many ways as I can by focusing on being grateful – not just for what was, but for what
I think it was Charles Swindoll who said, “ Your success or failure in life will not be determined by the number of setbacks you encounter, but rather how you react to them.” The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change
Attitude, it’s been said, makes a big difference in life’s outcomes. No matter how difficult or easy the situations and people with whom we are dealing, our attitude will be a determining factor in what happens and how we react. One of my favorite Native American folk tales is the one in which a
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I grew up believing that I, as a good little Mennonite girl, should always put others first. My role in life, I believed, was to be compliant and attentive to others, to adopt the servant role in all I do, and to always put others first,
The question, “what is my purpose?” has been rattling around in my head since my spouse died. This morning, while walking several buckets of weeds and table scraps to my neighbors compost pile, an idea popped into my mind. “What if my purpose in life is simply to do no harm? What if it is
As I look back over this past year and the final days with my husband, I have a new appreciation for the phrase “Golden Years.” I think I’ve always thought one’s golden years were more about financial security and being free to come and go, relax, travel, read, volunteer, etc. Yet, after this weekend I
It’s been three months since he died and my friends and family are starting to worry about me. Shouldn’t I be snapping out of this malaise? Why my lack of interest in things I had formerly cared about? In the past, I’ve been able to talk myself out of self pity and resentment when things veered off
If I hear one more person call for more thoughts and prayers in response to gun violence, I think I’ll scream. Thoughts and prayers are worse than meaningless, especially when they are intended to substitute for corrective action. Nor is God going to step in and save us from ourselves. God, you see, has this
Step Five is the step where you share your story with someone you trust. In many ways Step Five is the freedom step. This is “swallow your pride and walk into the light of truth and honesty step.” It’s human nature to try to hide things about ourselves. We’ve all done things for which
Blogging eluded me yesterday. I simply didn’t have the energy or will power to develop a coherent theme. At this stage of life, blogging has become an important way of helping me reinforce the tools I need to get through my days. It also makes a good vehicle with which to share my 12
I’ve been experiencing blogger’s block. For the past few days each time I sit down to write, pray, or meditate all I experience is emptiness, an emotional and spiritual void. So I fiddle with this and mess with that, hoping something will emerge from waiting. It’s not that I’m unhappy. In fact, the days are
A new concern emerges now that I am alone…I could easily become absorbed in me. My grief. My sadness. My concerns. My feelings. As each day passes I’m becoming more aware of how easily I could slip into self pity. I started attending 12 step meetings many years ago because our teens had gotten caught
Since he died, I find myself asking the same question each morning when I awake. “What’s the point of getting up? Where do I now find my meaning and purpose in life?” Up until now I was the wind beneath his wings as he was mine. Now that he is gone, I am faced with
Routines are important. Routines give structure to one’s day, awaken one’s mental juices, help jump start the morning. One of the hardest things about adjusting to my husband’s death is the disruption of long established routines. Most of our meaningful discussions came while getting dressed in the morning and eating breakfast. I recall a
Well, this is it. My new life. Over the weekend we buried his ashes in a puddle of watery mud and had his memorial service. Family and friends who came for his service have returned to their everyday lives. Everywhere I look I see reminders that reduce me to a tearful ball of gratitude. I
The focus statement in Sunday’s bulletin read: “As we seek God’s way, we move from an understanding of power that grasps for control over others to an understanding that power comes from working with and for others.” That idea was further developed in the Call to Worship. “Together we seek the way of God, a
An oft repeated 12 step saying is “Fake it till you make it.” I find that excellent advice as I set about creating my new life as a widow. No matter what challenge faces any of us – death, addiction, recovery, losing a job, divorce, business failure, debt, an empty nest, starting a business, getting
It’s been a week. A long short forever week since he died. To paraphrase Edna St Vincent Milay, “Life goes on though good men die. Life goes on. It’s time to discover why.” My aching body and broken heart isn’t ready to move on, but remembering his courage in face of his disabilities and illnesses,
Last evening my companion and lover embarked on life’s greatest adventure …exploring the afterlife. I’m feeling; well I’m not sure what I am feeling. Numb. Abandoned. Relieved. Anxious. Angry. Exhausted. Lonely. Afraid. Once again, I find myself taking a first step; admitting over and over that I am powerless over almost everything that matters. Like
There is something in us that clings to life. We do a lot of grumbling and complaining, but when push comes to shove, we hang on with every ounce of our being. My spouse of 63 years is finally taking his leave. He’s no longer eating or drinking. At times he’s been agitated. He mumbles
I haven’t wanted to blog the past few days as I have been running on automatic pilot. Reality is closing in even as it seems very distant and unreal. I am fascinated by the way we create our own reality. Ukraine provoked war with Russia? Russia is so threatened the West it is going on
Guilt, it’s been said, is the gift that keeps on giving. It’s the 2nd part of the 12 step saying “pain is inevitable but suffering is optional.” We all experience pain and guilt. They are both inevitable with guilt being one of our basic human responses to much in life. Without guilt we’d never learn,
In the forward to my book, Steps to Hope, I wrote: “To my four wonderful children. You taught me in unforgettable ways that we can either be “bitter” about our trials in life, or “better” because of them. Together we learned that the difference between bitterness and betterment is one letter and one person. I.” My
I learned to love books as a kid. Born before TV and technology came on the scene, a crank telephone hanging from the wall and a big console radio were all that connected us to the distant world. I was in college before my folks got their first television set so my childhood centered around
Yesterday in the discussion that followed our Zoom church service, we talked about the importance of praying for our enemies and those with whom we disagree, mistrust, or feel some discomfort. We agreed one of the great opportunities and responsibilities open to us is practicing gratitude and praying for or, as some of like to
This being one of those days where life just keeps disrupting my carefully laid plans, I reached for my 12 step file and flipped through the pages until I found what I needed to detach from my to do list. I am connected to others and the world around me, both the positive and
There is something about watching an amaryllis bulb grow and unfold during these dark winter days that speaks to me of hope and beauty. I admit that I am easily discouraged with all the negative energy polluting our emotional and social air waves and environment, that our self limiting fears and suspicions are far more
Letting go is a vitally important 12 step principle, for without our willingness to let go, nothing can change. Step One tells us that we have to let go of what was before so we can enter into what can be; that which will liberate and heal us. Nor is Step One a once and
It’s so easy to look back and assume that life was easier, simpler, less complicated in the good old days. Not so. Granted, there was no snap-chat or Facebook, no Twitter or landlines, no 24-7 TV news or cell phones to mess with our minds. One could go for months, even years without seeing friends
Our son and wife were just here for a Christmas visit. Our daughter-in-law is a fabulous cook, and she brought several delicious meals, making food prep much easier given my husband’s medical situation. The rest of the time we did what I’m most comfortable doing when company comes. We grazed and ate left-overs, along with
There is something healing about this sorting and discarding process…this reliving and remembering, this taking stock of the past and present, this recognizing past and present brokenness and growth, this claiming the many small victories that add up to a full and gratitude filled life. I’ve barely started on the many drawers and files of
I’m watching tiny snowflakes drift lazily to the ground, waiting for my husband to awake. He has a cold. I panicked last night fearing covid19 or one of its variants, but with morning and a cup of coffee the world has righted itself. At hospice’s suggestion we are to isolate ourselves for several days just
This Thanksgiving “vacation” has been both chaotic and wonderful. Some of our vaccinated family came to help care for and spend time with their father and grandfather. One evening, we dug out old photo albums, laughing and reminiscing. But, what are we to do with old albums that are too precious to throw away, yet
Instant communication has its pros and cons. It’s good to keep informed. I appreciate being able to call, email, or zoom loved ones. Platforms such as Facebook allow us to share pictures and news with loved ones far away, but they also allow for dangerous misinformation and provocative videos that are blatantly untrue. Cell Phones
Even with the Hospice nurses and home health aids frequent visits to check on my husband, I’m still denying the reality of his impending death. It’s all I can do to believe that after 62 years of marriage, he is going to be leaving me. My head understands, but my heart refuses to accept his
My houseplants and I have a standing agreement. If they want to stick around, I will feed and water them, taking them outside in the summer where they can snuggle under the shrubbery soaking up the rain and sunshine. In return they agree to fill our home with greenery and flowers once the weather turns
This week has been a reminder that each and every day is a precious gift. Tuesday evening my husband of 62 years had a heart attack. Since then it’s been daily trips to and from the hospital, waiting, reading, knitting, praying, waiting, touching, helping, waiting…. So far, he’s hanging in there and the prognosis looks
My husband and I have very different thermostats. He tends to be cold while I tend to be hot. Summers when I am miserable, he is chilly and resists our using fans. In winter, he prefers the thermostat to be set at a minimum of 75, too warm for my comfort. Since his temperature sensitivity is health
My husband is a member of our local School Board. Anyone who thinks school board meetings are boring obviously hasn’t attended one recently. The pandemic has turned meetings into shouting matches between the maskers and anti maskers, vaccers and anti vaccers. Many, it seems, just wants to get back to normal, whatever that is, and