Category Archives: Life Lessons

OK, sometimes life throws us lemons and we make lemonade, but if you are tired of all that lemonade, what do you do to stay inspired? I will share some of my lessons learned along the way. Participation encouraged.

A Holiday Wish

Hi Friends,

I can’t believe I have neglected this blog for so long. I wanted to update you with the fact that children’s book number two is coming along nicely.

The past several months I have been overcommited, leading to missed deadlines and ignored blogs. But tonight a friend sent me this chain letter. Please forgive me that I have copied and will paste it here. In light of the recent tragic deaths we cannot understand or cope with, I felt this was an excellent piece. It is rather long, but you will enjoy it.

I do not know who the author is, or I would certainly acknowledge and credit their work.  I have reprinted it here in purple.

DANIEL’S GLOVES Please take the time and read.
 DANIEL’S GLOVES
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, ‘I will work for food.’ My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him.. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: ‘Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven once more around the square.’ Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s newest visitor. ‘Looking for the pastor?’ I asked. ‘Not really,’ he replied, ‘just resting.’ ‘Have you eaten today?’ ‘Oh, I ate something early this morning.’ ‘Would you like to have lunch with me?’ ‘Do you have some work I could do for you?’ ‘No work,’ I replied.. ‘I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.’ ‘Sure,’ he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. ‘Where you headed?’ ‘ St. Louis ‘ ‘Where you from?’ ‘Oh, all over; mostly Florida .’ ‘How long you been walking?’ ‘Fourteen years,’ came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, ‘Jesus is The Never Ending Story.’ Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He’d made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired. The tent would not house a concert, but revival services. In those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God ‘Nothing’s been the same since,’ he said. ‘I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.’ ‘Ever think of stopping?’ I asked. ‘Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me; but God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.’ I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: ‘What’s it like?’ ‘What?’ ‘To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?’ ‘Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.’ My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused, turned to me and said, ‘Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.’ I felt as if we were on holy ground. ‘Could you use another Bible?’ I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. ‘I’ve read through it 14 times,’ he said. ‘I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see.’ I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. ‘Where are you headed from here?’ I asked. ‘Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.’ ‘Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?’ ‘No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that’s where I’m going next.’ He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier. As we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. ‘Would you sign my autograph book?’ he asked. ‘I like to keep messages from folks I meet.’ I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, ‘I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.’ ‘Thanks, man,’ he said. ‘I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.’ ‘I know,’ I said, ‘I love you, too.’ ‘The Lord is good!’ ‘Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?’ I asked. ‘A long time,’ he replied. And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, ‘See you in the New Jerusalem.’ ‘I’ll be there!’ was my reply. He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles.. He stopped, turned and said, ‘When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’ ‘You bet,’ I shouted back, ‘God bless.’ ‘God bless..’ And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them – a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. Then I remembered his words: ‘If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’ Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. ‘See you in the New Jerusalem,’ he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will. ‘I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.’ My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed. This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let’s continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day! ‘Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus’ precious name; Amen.’ I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching I felt each of you would enjoy it greatly. GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS

So Sad

My favorite women’s basketball team fell hard today in the first round of the playoffs.

Becky, hot sweaty and no makeup after the game, with her beautiful mom.

Losing the game today is part of sports and does nothing to diminish all she has accomplished. Becky is still amazing and is my hero. Her mom, our daughter was instrumental into her growing into the person she is. Her mom is amazing herself and we are so proud of her as well. Those two are very close.

Becky and her younger brother spent a lot of time with us and usually got along so well, but there were times I thought they might kill  maim one another. Today I have my youngest grandchildren and they are busy fighting arguing over the iPad. History repeats.

Meet Becky

Usually I am careful not to include any personal information, but today I have such good news to share.

You can hop over to my Totally Random Shez to read the entire post or just click on this link to meet my beautiful granddaughter Becky. I am so proud of her. She is a beautiful young woman. She is the hardest working person I know and has earned every award that comes her way. She is also sweet, funny, kind and I LOVE her!! Tons.

I feel the same way about my other grandkids, they just are not grown up yet. They will be way before I am ready.

http://www.scacsports.com/awardsHonors/character_community/2011_2012/athletes_of_the_week/week19_female_b

366Days Photo4

Jan 4, 2012

A bit of bright yellow sunshine to brighten your day. These are not my pretty parakeets, but I was captured by their lovely colors.

Parakeets Wear Citrus Colors

This was taken on a cold winter day at the local pet store. They looked so cheerful and sunny. A couple of times in my life I had parakeets. I loved them, but I did not like cleaning up the feathers and seed husks that always flew out of the cage. And I did not like them living in a cage, but letting them fly free in the house was not a good option.

My first parakeet was a medium-blue fellow. If memory  serves me well, his name was Petey, not too original but something typical of a 10-year-old. My sister had a turquoise colored one. One day when I got home from school, something was wrong with Petey. I called mom at work. No she insisted Petey was fine.

When my parents were home I showed them Petey. There was something wrong with his eyes, they didn’t look right, they were beady. Of course, they reminded me all parakeets have beady black eyes. No, I insisted this bird’s eyes were too close to the top of his head  and he was afraid of me.

After much badgering from me for over a week, my dad finally caved. He had found Petey dead in the cage one morning. He was distraught and in Super Dad fashion and not wanting me to feel badly, he dashed out and replaced him with an identical match. Neither he nor mom  figured I’d be the wiser. I was unhappy with them for trying to trick me as if I wouldn’t know. And I was angry that they would think I wouldn’t know the difference.

To some people he was just a blue parakeet. To me he was my friend. You just can’t replace a friend.

Cheers,

Shez

I signed in to  the 365 days of photos challenge, but I think the badge is on my Totally Radom Shez Blog. Random Shez gets a post on ODD days. This post arrives on EVEN days.  

New Year’s Eve Celebration

Several days in a row of company has been amazing. There is nothing better than spending time with my favorite people. Unfortunately, it did not give me time to post. I did take some photos that I do want to share.

We had invited our young grandchildren to come “party-in” the New Year. That gave their parents a guilt free New Year’s Celebration. So we had fun. But our youngest one fell asleep snuggled with her stuffed animals and using  grandpa for a pillow.

Ringing in 2012

Older brother has managed to stay awake for New Years for several years. He so looks forward to running out as soon as the NYC ball drops (3 hours delayed on west coast) and yelling, “Happy New Year.” Then jumping up and down waiting to hear the responses.

This year any responses were drowned out by house rattling loud booms and huge overhead fireworks unfolding against the sky. It sounded more like cannon fire than fireworks, but it was fun. Hayden was laughing so hard at all the commotion he couldn’t tell if anyone responded. Our big fountain seemed small potatoes in comparison.

We all had so much fun that Hubby and my Champagne is still uncorked in the refrigerator awaiting another celebration. One that probably won’t include youngsters.

Cheers and wishes for a wonderful 2012 is being sent your way.

Cheers,

Shez

 

Team Luncheon

Here is the link to my post at Totally Random Shez. You might enjoy catching me there  where I show you the stuff from the luncheon. It was such an honor to have the Colorado College Women’s Basketball team to our house for lunch last Sunday. I think you will enjoy the pictures.

You can hop on over to Totally Random Shez through this link:

Colorado College Women’s Basketball team luncheon, a photo essay. http://wp.me/p1UxcC-82

Also I am excited to finally have a new company blog. Actually the company is not new, it has been around since 1997, it is the BLOG which is new. I’m thinking it might be a great way to spread the word about what we do. It is my day job.  And if you travel out-of-town or work during the day, you need to check out our line of products. It may be something you’ve been looking for.

It won’t cost you a penny to look. This is where I spend my days. http://wp.me/p242wM-1

Cheers!!

Shez

Liebster Award

This is a copy and paste of a blog I follow by Xandre Verkes of South Africa. I had to share it as is. I the next few days I will follow the directions and surprise someone else with a much earned and/or needed pat on the back. For tonight I encourage all to check our Xandre’s fun blog.

First of all – – – super many thanks to The Island Traveller & Lawnmower Vision Questfor awarding me with the Liebster Award!! I am so blessed that there are (in fact) people who read my blog & actually enjoy it (could you believe?) :D … It certainly makes me superly happy to know this!!! I love the posts of both these blogs & would definitely be disappointed if you do not visit their blogs… Lets honour this award for what it is & what the purpose of it is!!! Please click on the links to their blogs (opens in new window)!!!

What’s A Liebster Award?

A Liebster Blog Award is given to talented bloggers who have less than 200 followers. “Liebster” is a German word that means “Dearest” or “Beloved”. It also means ”Favourite”. So, in a way the award not only recognizes these bloggers as amazingly gifted in their own right but also as your very own personal favourites.

The Rules Of The Liebster Award:
1) Thank the fellow blogger who awarded it to you.
2) Link back to the said blogger who shared the award.
3) Post the award on your blog.
4) Pick 5 other blogs you want to recognise.
5) Visit the 5 bloggers and let them know that they receive the award.

I wanted to give the award to 10 bloggers… but decided to change my approach slightly!!! I have quite a few followers, but decided to give these awards to the people who actually take the time to read my post!!! (&no, its not about boosting my ego or something similar…)!!! I have found over the last couple of months that there are a lot of people who don’t actually read posts – they just go on ‘liking’ them…. now granted, I too ‘like’ a lot of posts, but I do actually read them & drop a comment every now & then (you know, to let them know that I’m enjoying their posts or really like something that they posted :) )!!! This is why I’ve decided to award the following bloggers (in no particular order) with the Liebster Award:

1. 2 Rivers Photos – Posting regular (stunning) photographs!!!

2. Paris at my Doorstep – Becca (or Rebecca) takes me on a journey as she Journals about her expat adventures!!!

3. Shez Blogs – Shez is a writer, illustrator, photographer… & friend!!! She writes about her daily projects & activities, & sometimes just photo or two!!!

4. Photos from the Loonybin – Cindy is inspired photographer, very new to the blogging world, who wants to learn &broaden her skills!!!

5. Filipe Miguel Photography –  Hobby photographer from Portugal, almost always first to leave me a kind comment on my posts!! My blog would be lonely without him!!!

6. John Stirling Photography – Landscape/Travel photographer with great photographs & always a kind word to spare!!!

These are all great blogs & I have found a friend in all of them!!! Take the time to go and discover these amazing blogs… I guarantee that you will like them a lot!!!

This concludes my post for tonight (as promised… yay!!!)… Thank you so much for checking in… I hope you had a fabulous day!!! :D **