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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Is It Really Thursday?

I have been wondering all morning what to post. The problem is, I do not feel witty or insightful. I feel boring, maybe even melancholy, which is a word I dislike. I associate it with another word I dislike....OLD. Not that being old is bad. But feeling old, now that is terrible!

First off, I have been reading a book (for a review) that isn't amusing at all. The book itself is actually interesting, but just not what I need at this time. What I need is this:

And a little of this:

I need to walk barefoot in fresh turned dirt and smell its sweetness.

I need to see daffodils with their buttery yellow colors.

I need to be able to pick fresh greens for a wilted salad.

I need to feel the sun and breath the fresh air.

But for now, I will take my Vitamin D and some magnesium and settle for carrying out the trash. Because that is what women do. They adjust. And maybe I will discover a daffodil trying rear its little head.

We adjust our wants, our desires and mold ourselves into someone who can handle the situation at hand.

I had an aunt, who was fond of saying, "Where would poor people be without their dreams?" I think, more to the point..."Where would women be without their dreams?"

My best friend died of cancer a few years ago. Linda and I were like sisters. Not only that, our mothers had been life long friends and our sisters (four years younger than me) were/are best friends. When she was at her lowest, she would tell us...."I have to go to my place now." She would close her eyes, relax and drift off into another world, another time. You see, Linda had lost her only child, a beautiful little girl named Amber. Linda said, when she experienced extreme pain, she could allow herself to visit with Amber and with Jesus. She said it was like a little glimpse of what eternity would be like and she was happy there. The pain became only an annoying background and was replaced by unspeakable.

I don't know why I am even telling you this today. I pray none of you are in extreme pain or suffering as Linda did. But sometimes, we all have to go to "our own special place" whether that place is physical or just a place we visit in our imagination.

Sometimes, we only get to walk barefoot in warm sand in our dreams. But we are women. We dream big and that is a part of who we are.

May the Lord bless you with days filled with sunshine.

P.S. I miss you, Linda Sue!


  1. you told us this because i needed it. thank you. God blessed you with a friend like Linda Sue, she is touching lives still! Thanks for touching my heart in a deep place today, I am a bit melancholy, I am blessed beyond measure but sometimes my MS pain just gets unbearable. Again, thanks for touching my heart.

  2. You are one in a million, Cheryl. So poignantly verbalizing what many of us are feeling...we are somewhere between winter and spring in our lives...When winter first started I had a list a mile long of things I wanted to accomplish so that when spring arrived I'd be ready to join it outside without feeling guilty about the upkeep of the house on the inside. Spring is so close that I can smell it, feel it, and I am excited for it to come. And then...then...I turn and look at all that I didn't get accomplished because our very hard winter weather conditions here this winter played havoc with my fibromyaglia. I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed lately...and then today and your post happened. I can once again take a deep breath, and day at a time...that's all I need to take into consideration. It's that looking beyond what lies ahead of today that gets me every time. My place of safety...of is all right here within the confines of my day today. Thanks so much, Cheryl.

  3. Beautifully written, heartfelt post.

    We are experiencing a bit of early spring around here and I'm amazed at how wonderful it feels to have a window open and enjoy the breeze. I hope spring comes to your home and your heart soon!

  4. Cheryl, I am so glad I am following your blog!
    Spring is on the way, we have a Faithful God! Rest in Him! Stand still in Him!
    Bless you. xxx

  5. What a beautiful post! Praying God sends you sunshine and flowers ... and mud between your toes (but never on your clothes)!

    Thanks for sharing a piece of Linda Sue with us. I think it is so hard for us to really see Heaven when there is more holding here than is pulling us there and that changes as we get closer to going Home!

    Wishing you bountiful blessings!

  6. Lovely words. Thank you for sharing these.

  7. love love loved this post. Since moving to another country I often need to go to my "Happy Place" as I call it. It's the place where I don't constantly need to adapt and deal with rude comments and the grass is green,the privacy is everywhere and smiles are on everyones faces. Thanks for such a beautiful post:)


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