When our lifetime of baggage becomes heavy clutter, it’s time to take inventory of what to keep, what to give away, and what to discard. Continue reading
Category Archives: Life Lessons
A few days ago I stopped at Fred Meyer’s, my favorite grocery store. It was so crowded some of the aisles were impenetrable. People were rushing their carts about everywhere I looked. It took an awful lot of patience to finally get the items I needed. Continue reading
I’m told that Mother’s Day is the biggest and busiest restaurant day, but then I also heard that about Valentine’s Day so perhaps it’s a tie between the two, and one of the reasons I’m not thrilled about going out for Mother’s Day. There are the long waits, the rushed meals, and the hit-and-miss service.
So, what do Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day have in common that makes them such big days? A celebration of love. Whether celebrating for couples, family, or a mom, love is why we have such days. Continue reading
We tend to believe God’s commandments exist to restrict joy out of our life but in reality they exist to keep joy in our lives by restricting heartbreak and tragedy.
I wish I’d known and understood this pearl of wisdom when I was much younger.
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013-2015 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com. ♛
Yesterday I wrote God’s Delay on Answering Prayers is no Delay , and discussed that when we pray mightily over something we want, and God seems to be procrastinating on the answers to those prayers, it doesn’t mean that His delay is a mistake. The more I thought about that, the more a new concept came to life for me. Do we stunt answers to our prayers thinking we know better? Yes God, I want you to answer this prayer but you really have to go about it THIS WAY! Do we expect answers with only partial faith?
The concept of our expectations from God and how often they intermingle with our incomplete trust in Him floored me as I examined Lazarus’ death closer.
In the death of Lazarus, his sisters’ (Mary and Martha) discuss their frustration with Jesus that He had shown up too late to heal their dying brother.
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” John 11:21
Martha didn’t quite get what Jesus meant when He said to her: “Your brother will rise again” 11:23. She thought Jesus was referring to the end of time resurrection. Yet her words show she expected Jesus to do something about her brother’s death when she said,
“But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.” 11:22 Continue reading
There’s so much I wish someone had been there to tell you when you were a small child, and in your teens. Since no one seemed to care much what went on in your life then, I decided to write to you to tell you what I would have told you at eighteen years of age. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.
First of all, you aren’t worthless and you aren’t a failure. No. You. Are. Not.
You are lovable, you are lovely, you are loved! Continue reading
Off and on I have shared with you a few of the hardships I have experienced the last 3 years.
The death of my son. Then immediately after his death I needed more emotional support than ever, but instead was further alienated and impacted by terrible family drama, followed by the estrangement of a precious family member. Shortly after that I experienced an ankle injury that took 8 months to fully heal. I thought I was out of the woods once my ankle healed, but no. Sitting around waiting for my ankle to heal led to my back atrophying and further caused issues with a previously existing back injury, which then led to over six months of sciatica (also referred to as psychotica because of its ability to drive a reasonable person to utter insanity).
After some time I could commiserate with Job’s predicament.
Throughout the hard times I asked, begged, and sometimes in frustration demanded healing and relief. I cried buckets of tears. I wanted, needed, an escape from the agony and the heartache. I wanted a speedy recovery, a prompt delivery, anything, to get me past the immediate pain. Continue reading
My friend Karen and I are “scrounging” friends, as she calls it. We both enjoy going to second-hand stores in search of treasures. I often smile inwardly when I get a compliment on something I bought at a thrift store and think, I only paid 99 cents for that.
Our scavenger hunts are therapeutic and fun. As we rummage we talk about things we value such as God, life, purpose, family, cooking, ethics, we offer each other a word of counsel when needed, and we share fun tidbits and our latest epiphanies with each other.
Yesterday, I told her I thought of her as my What-would-you-do-if you-were-me? buddy when I need a word of wisdom. Continue reading
Beauty and nail salons, dental and doctor offices, accounting offices, car dealerships, auto shops, from sophisticated restaurants to ma-and-pa places, specialty stores, an antique mall, gas stations, a family owned grocery store, and many more merchants. Thankfully, my husband reviews and passes on providing services to merchants with questionable standards.
Just yesterday, he asked me to pick up some paperwork from an upscale lounge in a very popular area of town. I was grateful to find a parking place only two blocks up. As I turned the busy corner where the lounge is located and opened its etched glass door, I couldn’t help but think that if any of the passersby saw me going in there at one in the afternoon, or come out the door five minutes later, or perhaps even happen to be in the lounge themselves, they would most likely question my sincerity as a believer.
So often we assume we know what someone is doing when we judge from afar, when in fact we have no clue of what really is going on.
Let us not be hasty in judgment lest we are judged the same way.
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013-2014 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com. ♛
When I had very small children at home I chided myself constantly because I could not be the perfect mom, no matter how hard I tried. Not knowing then that I was losing a lot of myself and the precious things around me by expecting too much of myself, I forced myself to be all and do it all. I wanted to be the mom to my kids I never had.
I rocked my babies to sleep, showered them with kisses and hugs, read them stories, and got on the floor and played with them. I kept them clean and well dressed, and did all I could to keep them happy, well fed, and safe. Continue reading