April 25, 2013

Thursday Thought: What Gives You Hope?

Emily Dickinson noted, "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without words and never stops at all." Alfred Tennyson wrote, "Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering 'it will be happier'...” 

For me hope usually comes in small parcels and portions. Sometimes, though, a large dose of hope settles into my heart, delivered by an angel friend who urges me to believe in myself and pursue my dreams with gusto. Other times it flutters into my day in unexpected sentiments expressed by my family. I find that I'm doing a bit better in my relationships than I'd supposed. 

But most frequently I gather those small parcels and portions all on my own, deliberately seeking them out. Yesterday, hope filled me when I chanced to see a single red tulip with petals reaching heavenward. The flower was the only one of its kind in sight on an acres large lot. I thought of its winter solace, bulb buried in the cold earth waiting for the anticipated warmth of spring. Then giving its best when that warmth arrived. Last week hope came from conversations I was privileged to have with people in several different states; a research project that is teaching me about the inherent goodness of others. This morning hope shone on rays of early morning sun--a brand new day with brand new adventures. 

How thankful I am for each day of life God gives me!

Sometimes those parcels and portions of hope are few and far between. And sometimes I get pretty discouraged, my hope dormant like a tulip bulb in winter--mostly sleeping, with only a mere glimmer of awareness that things are likely  improve. But then, in my searching, I stumble across a way to help someone else or to touch a life for the better. Realization is rekindled: I have purpose. I can make a difference. For me that's the best kind of hope.

What gives you hope?

April 17, 2013

April 15, 2013

Love and prayers . . .

Saturday and The Food Nanny

Top ten things I hoped/told my family wouldn't/not to tell The Food Nanny:

10. That we eat out a lot.

9. That the dinner hour here is often closer to bedtime than dinnertime.

8. That a hot breakfast at our house is not an everyday thing . . . or even an every other day thing.

7. That if they told her numbers eight through ten, she wouldn't believe it if they told her I have a cookbook coming out.

6. That I have a cookbook coming out.

5. About the time our son made grilled cheese and the house filled with smoke . . . and the smoke alarms went off . . . right as I walked into the house with an author friend from out of town . . . who I really wanted to impress. I don't think she was impressed--were you, Patricia?

4. About the peach meatloaf. Don't ask . . .

3. That I once accidentally set a clock on fire.

2. That I once accidentally set a can opener on fire.

1. Why my husband became a firefighter . . .

As it turned out, the vivacious Liz Emunds, aka The Food Nanny, was as gracious and kind in person as she is on TV. I have to say I'm impressed with her book The Food Nanny Rescues Dinner. Following her advice, last night we made a two-week meal plan. It was simple and easy and manageable enough any of us here can now tackle dinnertime. Fast food isn't even on the horizon.

I'll give you a week's end report to let you know how we did. 

April 11, 2013

The Goodness of Others . . .

Back in March I had a difficult day. Doubt and fear loomed. There were some important decisions I needed to make. Like about keeping my chin up and pressing on instead of feeling sorry for myself. Right when I least expected there was much awesomeness on the immediate horizon, a lady with a smile reminded me miracles abound. A total stranger, she treated me to

April 1, 2013

Out in the City

We visit City of the Rocks every spring. Register Rock is one spot we'd never before frequented.