GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Then just yell Mom. Loud. Preferably with just a twinge of terror in your tone.
Because nothing makes a woman's head snap around faster or heart plummet quicker than thinking her little one needs her in a crowd. Try it sometime kids; never fails.
I'm pretty sure Dads will answer the call made to them, as well, just a little more casually. You know, Dad will be like, "Hmm? Huh? What's up buddy? Oh, you skinned your knee; okay. No big, just calm down now, shake it off."
And Moms be like "Blood, there's blood. I'm rushing you to the nearest urgent care. There could be MRSA somewhere nearby; that could have been rust on that gate you gashed your leg into...we are going to get you a tetanus shot and then see the finest plastic surgeon about scarring. Don't you worry, sweetheart; everything is FINE," as we safety belt your bottom into the car and head quickly but carefully to the nearest medical facility.
Either way, the point is this: we all know the call of a loved one, don't we? I could pick the voice of my son, hubby, Mom, Dad, sister, brother, niece, nephew, BFF -alright you get it- out of a crowd of a gazillion. In the middle of a Motley Crue concert. In Central Park. During a hailstorm.
And when someone you love needs you; you drop what you're doing and help.
Because, like my Pop always says, "You don't have to ask. You need anything, you just dial M for ...." well, my maiden name but let's just say ME. Because family (and this includes all your closest peeps regardless of DNA shared) does for family. Period. Always, every time. No questions asked.
Ps 116:12-13, 15 and 16bc, 17-18 R. (13) I will take the cup of salvation, and call on the name of the Lord. How shall I make a return to the LORD for all the good he has done for me? The cup of salvation I will take up, and I will call upon the name of the LORD. Jn 10:27 My sheep hear my voice, says the Lord. I know them and they follow Me.
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:
I've said it before and I'll say it again: swimming gets no love.
It's been booted off high school and college athletic programs for no good reason and with nary a warning.
It's mikstankenly believed to be an easy sport by non-swimmers. (NOTE: I have had football players tell me they couldn't hang with the swim schedule my son powers through, just saying.)
It's not relevant in popular culture in non-Olympic years.
Hmpf all over the dang place.
You have no idea how hard swimmers work if you don't swim or have not given birth to someone who does.
But life is like that. You work and work and work some more.
You study and train and cross-train and eat, breathe, and sleep your sport.
You endure nerve-wracking pressure. You train eight months for an event that lasts 44 seconds.
You give it your all and the guy in the lane next to you edges you out by a thumbnail. Literally.
You're dejected, disappointed, downtrodden. And then, bam, just like that, you win your next event and qualify for finals.
Where you start the process all over again. And it's awesome.
So, hang in there, swimmers of life. Your Mom will always be your #1 fan (Dad, too) and she knows you will crush it --- no matter what.
So just keep swimming, keep swimming...
Mt 11:28-30 Jesus said: "Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light."
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
I'm not sure where on which side of the "Christmas in July" debate you fall ... but I'm all in.
I know, I know. The cold weather hater; the winter loather; the sun-worshiping, snow-despising, don't-even-want-to-think-about-winter-when-I'm-in-the-middle-of-it gal --- loving the whole concept of "Christmas in July." It seems counterintuitive.
Look, the fact winter that coincides with Christmastime is null and void because everyone knows Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Ergo, it negates the yuck of winter ... at least until the 26th of December, anyway. Yeah, it defies logic but I'm standing by it, so there.
I'm listening to "Sounds of the Season" on the 24-hour cable music channel. NOTE: It gives all kinds of great summer Christmas party ideas like eggnog flavored martinis and ugly tank top contests.
I'm watching the Hallmark Channel's "Christmas in July" week and reliving all the adorable, G-rated, happy ending fairy tale Christmas love stories from the past several years, which are running in prime time nightly for a limited run.
Heck, when we recently had a spill on the kitchen tablecloth, I even replaced it with our holly berry and ivy printed one!
I know many people disagree but I think Christmas in July is a lovely concept and I'm embracing it. In fact, I'm thinking of baking some mitten-shaped cookies even though it's 90-degrees Fahrenheit, yo.
Have you ever noticed how happy people are around Christmas? It's magical and fun and hopeful and just positive, in general. The birth of the Savior is a pretty good reason to celebrate, no? In a world full of negativity, I'll take all the happy I can find.
So, mock me if you must, but I'm totally busting out my Vince Geraldi "A Charlie Brown Christmas" CD.
Ps 69:3, 14, 30-31, 33-34 R. (see 33) Turn to the Lord in your need, and you will live. I am sunk in the abysmal swamp where there is no foothold; I have reached the watery depths; the flood overwhelms me. But I pray to you, O LORD, for the time of your favor, O God! In your great kindness answer me with your constant help. But I am afflicted and in pain; let your saving help, O God, protect me; I will praise the name of God in song, and I will glorify him with thanksgiving. "See, you lowly ones, and be glad; you who seek God, may your hearts revive! For the LORD hears the poor, and his own who are in bonds he spurns not." Alleluia Ps 95:8 R. Alleluia, alleluia. If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Have you ever been wrong, I mean, really wrong about someone or something? Sigh.
I mean, we've all misjudged folks or situations (either positively or negatively) based on a first impression. It happens; which is why I always give folks a second shot.
But, I don't just mean giving "How I Met Your Mother" a few episodes worth of viewing before deciding I absolutely LOVED it. No, not that kind of "Shoot, I was wrong about this show at first" mistake.
I'm talking, like 180-degrees opposite from right --- like, epic fail WRONG, you dig? I just found out I was about someone. Sniff. And maybe a little bit Grr.
Either way, I blame society, really. That whole notion of "always trust your first instinct; your gut is never wrong." They've been telling us that since we were little. Hmpf. Well, maybe I'm missing a gene or something but my instinct and gut have failed a few times. Not as a rule, mind you; but occasionally. Which made me start to question some other long-held beliefs, so I did a little digging and found a few myths that are actually NOT AT ALL TRUE...
1. Einstein failed math. FALSE. He failed an entry school exam but never a math class.
2. Never wake a sleepwalker. FALSE. They may be confused for a sec but it won't hurt them and is far better than letting them fall down the stairs, yo.
3. Bats are blind. FALSE. They are known to use sound for locating certain things but are absolutely able to see.
4. Dogs sweat through panting. FALSE. That's how they regulate their breathing but they generally sweat through their paw pads.
5. The Great Wall of China is visible from space. FALSE. Come on, dude, it's space. No wall is THAT great...
All I'm saying is: we are human. Sometimes, we get it wrong, period. So, don't believe that every single first inclination you have toward a person or event or situation is absolutely the right one. In fact, use the word always like it's the good crystal...sparingly and only for special occasions, Capsice? Unless you're talking about the Big Guy, 'cause He's no myth.
But take everything else you see, hear and experience with at least one tiny grain of salt; which is equally good or bad for you whether it came from the sea or the Morton's factory, BTW. You can't always believe what the sea salt people tell you. They want you to buy sea salt. Just sayin'.
Ps 124:1b-3, 4-6, 7-8 R. (8a) Our help is in the name of the Lord. Had not the LORD been with us– let Israel say, had not the LORD been with us– When men rose up against us, then would they have swallowed us alive, When their fury was inflamed against us. Then would the waters have overwhelmed us; The torrent would have swept over us; over us then would have swept the raging waters. Blessed be the LORD, who did not leave us a prey to their teeth. We were rescued like a bird from the fowlers' snare; Broken was the snare, and we were freed. Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth. Alleluia Mt 5:10 Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. PHOTO: http://www.mortonsalt.com/
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
I loved Carrie Fisher. I really did.
I was just a kid when I saw "Star Wars," not even 10 years old. And suddenly, there she was: Princess Leia.
All five feet, one inch of height and several dozen pounds of dark, balled up side-bun hair of her. Yep, there she stood, all-at-once a regal presence and sarcastic little dynamo; a leader AND a doer. A kick butt chick who not only led a massive revolution spanning planets but also managed to capture the attention of the two cutest boys in the galaxy.
Shoot, she wasn't even afraid Darth flipping Vader, yo.
Carrie Fisher; she had me at "Help me, Obi-wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." Yet, I loved her for reasons beyond being the coolest intergalactic princess in the history of motion pictures.
I admired her as a person: her courage, her spirit, her wit, her unapologetic imperfection, her humanness and her humanity. Plus, she was so stinking funny!
The child of two mega-stars from Hollywood's golden age, Fisher was a gifted comedian (on stage as well as in film), a best-selling book author and movie producer who also found success on the small screen. I know she will forever be intertwined with her arguably most famous movie role of a gun-slinging royal who led a rebellion against tyranny and evil a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away -- but that's not her legacy. Not really.
She was a survivor whose bouts with alcohol, drugs, bipolar disorder and even her weight were all very public. Guess what? She not only owned it and used it as fodder for her cathartic works; she also beat her demons and became a respected, revered advocate for mental wellness.
I believe her legacy will be as a wickedly funny, smart woman who loved her mother and daughter more than life; someone who had genuine empathy for her fellow man and helped erase the stigma once attached to mental illness. I feel history will remember her for all the smiles and joy she spread.
After all, what is a legacy, really, if not a reflection of how you left the other humans feeling by the way you treated them during your life? #thinkaboutit
And, I may never be a movie star or a millionaire or the CEO of a Fortune 500 company or a NY Times best selling author --- or hey, maybe that latter one could happen? Either way, that's not really the type of legacy that concerns me.
When people look back on the Grateful Girl someday (with any luck very far) down the road, I hope to be remembered for the way I loved my son, my husband, my family and my friends; the way I (hopefully!) treated everyone with kindness and respect ... and as the Chief Encouragement Officer to as many folks as I could reach.
Hugs...and may the force be with you...
Ps 37:3-4, 18-19, 27-28, 39-40- R. (39a) The salvation of the just comes from the Lord. Trust in the LORD and do good, that you may dwell in the land and be fed in security. Take delight in the LORD, and he will grant you your heart's requests. The LORD watches over the lives of the wholehearted; their inheritance lasts forever. They are not put to shame in an evil time; in days of famine they have plenty. Turn from evil and do good, that you may abide forever; For the LORD loves what is right, and forsakes not his faithful ones. The salvation of the just is from the LORD; he is their refuge in time of distress. And the LORD helps them and delivers them; he delivers them from the wicked and saves them, because they take refuge in him. Alleluia Jn 16:13a, 14:26d - When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you to all truth and remind you of all I told you. PHOTO COURTESY:
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Ding dang that Brad Paisley.
I was finishing up my eye makeup in the car the other day when it happened. Oh, don't worry, Kerry was driving.
Just after I put that last bit of mascara on my lashes as we headed to a graduation party, I heard the strains of Paisley's latest country hit song emanating from the car speakers.
Using a fake ID at a college bar...Getting caught with a girl in the backseat of a car...Running out on the field for the senior game wearing number 17...There's a last time for everything
"Crap," I said out loud.
"What's wrong?" asked my hubby. "It's just that i finally finished my face and now this song about how short life is and how you need to cherish every single second comes on and ... well, now I'm going to have to start all over again," I said as the tears began streaming down my cheeks.
Throwing the ball with the first dog you ever had...Spending all day on the lake with your grandad...Watching Glenn Frey sing "Already Gone" at the Forum in LA...There's a last time for everything... Kissing goodbye on her porch and driving away...Introducing her as your fiancee...Getting woke up at 5 am to see if Santa came...There's a last time for everything
I love you and hate you, Brad Paisley. #raccooneyes
He's right, though, you know.
Shopping for the perfect suit for Homecoming...laughing with your Mom on the patio swing...bonding with your son over "Stranger Things"...
SNIFF. HARD GULP. SNIFF SOME MORE...
Okay, Peeps, you get it. Life's short. Hug lots.
Ps 105:16-17, 18-19, 20-21- R. (5a) Remember the marvels the Lord has done. When the LORD called down a famine on the land and ruined the crop that sustained them, He sent a man before them, Joseph, sold as a slave. They had weighed him down with fetters, and he was bound with chains, Till his prediction came to pass and the word of the LORD proved him true. R. Alleluia. The king sent and released him, the ruler of the peoples set him free. He made him lord of his house and ruler of all his possessions. Alleluia Mk 1:15 The Kingdom of God is at hand: repent and believe in the Gospel.
GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
I had it coming, really. Walking around so smug all those years. Thinking I was oh-so-healthy and maybe even mentally scolding some of my Peeps for their greasy, simple-carb-filled, sugar-laden choices a little bit from time to time.
Yep, there I was all self-righteous about my plant-based consumption patterns; so pompous about my wholesome, vegetal (yeah, it's a word) eating habits. Thought I was some super-cool green-grubbing guru, didn't I? That my #1 chosen food was above-it-all; untouchable by calamities such as unfavorable supply/demand dictates. After all, who the heck eats as much iceberg lettuce as pk? No one.
Seriously, ask my fam. Nobody likes it to the point that I do; even your average vegan doesn't consume the amount of iceberg I do, trust me on this. Which is why I long held certain beliefs about iceberg lettuce, a/k/a Patty's top meal, snack and food source, such as:
"My well will never run dry...it's the least desired food on planet earth."
"Even the green leafy community considers it an underachiever for not providing enough vitamins and nutrients...I'm golden."
"Heck, the only industry threatened by the sale of iceberg is, possibly, bottled water."
"It's never going to be on any endangered or rationed list. Like ever."
And that's when it happened, my friends. BAM! The dreaded lettuce shortage of 2017. Suddenly, it was harder to find a head of iceberg at the market than to spot a Kardashian at a Trump rally, yo. And when you finally located a head; it was this size of a quarter. And it cost about 20 of 'em.
Serves me right, alright. Anyway, here's what the great lettuce famine of '17 reminded me about life:
-Don't take ANYTHING for granted; or more importantly, anyone. Even the "old reliables" could be gone faster than you think.
-You and your holier-than-thou attitude aren't all that; get over yourself.
-Spread your wings a little; too much of even a good thing is sometimes, well, just too much. Moderation, moderation, moderation.
-Life's short; take a vacation day, splurge on the good seats and/or eat a carb once in a while.
-If a lettuce shortage or (fill in the blank with about 85% of the things we complain about daily) is the biggest problem I have, life is pretty darn awesome.
-No matter what, life is pretty darn awesome.
Ps 33:2-3, 10-11, 18-19- R. (22) Lord, let your mercy be on us, as we place our trust in you. Give thanks to the LORD on the harp; with the ten-stringed lyre chant his praises. Sing to him a new song; pluck the strings skillfully, with shouts of gladness. The LORD brings to nought the plans of nations; he foils the designs of peoples. But the plan of the LORD stands forever; the design of his heart, through all generations. But see, the eyes of the LORD are upon those who fear him, upon those who hope for his kindness, To deliver them from death and preserve them in spite of famine. Alleluia Mk 1:15- The Kingdom of God is at hand: repent and believe in the Gospel. PHOTO COURTESY: