Wednesday, February 06, 2013

It's Wednesday

I think I am coming down with Cabin Fever. I am tired, lonely, and cross. There are times when I long for something other than small children and an elderly mother, yet this is what God has for me this moment. If only I would embrace these opportunities before me, rather than become frustrated with my lot in life. If only my mother was able to follow conversations... If only coffee and muffins didn't taste so yummy.
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  1. Betsy Brock9:02 PM, February 06, 2013

    I don't know...that muffin looks good enough to distract me from anything unpleasant! ha.

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    1. Martha9:57 PM, February 06, 2013

      This is true, however, this is was last week's muffin and they are really long gone. maybe tomorrow I will make some more. :)

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  2. Anonymous10:14 PM, February 06, 2013

    The old man’s been stealing
    She’s holding her grievance for a hundred-odd years
    We all keep believing
    That history repeats itself year after year

    All I fear’s that the future is worse
    We have to give in to the hundred-year curse
    Sweat in the sun like we’re diggin’ a grave
    Dig deep enough and our fortune we’ll save

    “If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
    “The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
    As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
    He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

    Chasin’ the skirt of a beautiful wife
    You make mistakes and it’s my back that breaks
    And forever my past steals my life
    To submission I’m beat but there’s hope beneath these feet

    Blisters and blood and the sun makes you blind
    You don’t let it eat ‘til it can’t help but be kind
    ‘Cause you know what’s important with your back to the wall
    You can break metal chains when your friends don’t let you fall

    “If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
    “The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
    As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
    He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

    I’m a sword but I find myself blunt
    And that is no use when I’m fighting my history,
    Fighting my history
    I have no blade, I’m more like a feather
    That is no use when I’m fighting my history,
    Fighting my history
    I have no blade, I’m more like a feather
    But I can’t fly away when I’m fighting myself

    “If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
    “The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
    As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
    He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

    “If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
    “The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
    As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
    He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

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  3. Wanda10:44 PM, February 06, 2013

    I don't know who shared this poem..but in Linda Dillow's book Calm my Anxious Heart, she deals with the "What if's. If only's, and the Why's. These are such hurdles to jump!

    I made Zucc. Bread, and I've eaten too much of it...If only....

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    1. Martha8:31 AM, February 07, 2013

      I don't know who shared either the poem either. Knowing might help me understand where they are coming from in sending it and what exactly they are trying to relay.

      I understand the futility of saying "if only", and I know this is where God has placed me. He doesn't intend everything in life to be easy. When we give ourselves to Him, He calls the shots and we are called only to trust and obey, but that doesn't mean we never struggle. When the struggle is past, I will be stronger for having gone through it. Even hurdlers fall on occasion. Sometimes they go sprawling and get up bleeding, but they always go on.

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  4. Wanda11:01 AM, February 07, 2013

    Martha, I wondered the same thing, but thought you knew who sent it. They are just hurdles, and we all have to clear them, and sometimes we don't...we knock them over, and get up and keep going...it's called the Christian Life and journey...But the good news...We are the winners, cause we know the end of the story!!!

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    1. Martha12:26 PM, February 07, 2013

      I'm not always great at deciphering encrypted messages, especially when already feeling overwhelmed.

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  5. Linda5:00 PM, February 07, 2013

    Me either Martha...
    Not good at hidden meanings...
    Spell out out for me...
    I can only add this...
    You seem to me to be a very caring,loving person...
    And if you are down...feeling overwhelmed...then you are allowed...
    Noone can know what it is like to walk in anothers shoes...
    You will be fine...chin up...muffin...coffee..
    There...
    Don't you feel better now??

    I certainly hope so..
    I am not a religious person, so I can't help you out there...but I do care about you, Martha...really

    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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