I just HAD to share this with you! I was mesmerized by it!
Have a good Tuesday night.
See ya tomorrow.
I just HAD to share this with you! I was mesmerized by it!
Have a good Tuesday night.
See ya tomorrow.
Today was a joint birthday party for
my granddaughter, Hope,
and my great-grandson, Xander
It was a crazy busy day…
but I can’t go to bed without sharing a few photos
to let my JanBeek followers in on the fun!
It was a beautiful blue sky day (thank you, God)
and the children loved playing out in our back yard.
This little girl, Victoria, was a hoot to watch!
Her moods were many … what a cutiepie!!
She was curious about everything!
She loved riding with Xander on his new four-wheeler.
He wasn’t always too sure he always wanted her on it with him!
But he got used to it!
(Awww… what’s not to love?)
He actually needed her help to figure out how to get it to move!
Besides the four-wheeler, his other favorite thing was the cake!
But, he had trouble getting it into his mouth!
His mom was smart to take his shirt off before this mess started!
He wasn’t too keen on opening presents.
That’s his mom, Hope, on the right.
Victoria’s mom, Mary is on the left.
Xander couldn’t figure out why these things
had to have paper around them!
He liked the ones that didn’t come wrapped the best!
Like the “Build a Bear” he received
from his maternal grandparents…
It was a beautiful day … and everyone had a good time.
But now I’m pooped! I know why God gives kids to the young.
Time to go to bed.
Kids wear ya out, don’t they?
But, aren’t we lucky to have such a nice big yard…
and such good weather today?
Happy Birthday, Hope and Xander!
And Happy Mother’s Day all you moms out there.
See you tomorrow!
Sermon Notes from
Rev. Jean Johnson’s message
inspired by John 21:1-19
“Feed and Follow”
We are needy people
Who need daily encouragement.
We need assurance;
We need to know what Jesus meant
When He said, “Feed my sheep.”
We call out for forgiveness.
We are hungry for God’s grace.
How shall we feed on grace?
How shall we receive forgiveness?
Obey Christ’s command, “Feed My sheep!”
We hunger for His grace.
We yearn for His mercy.
We are healed by forgiveness.
We are to care for and feed those
Christ meant with, “Feed My sheep.”
Christ converted Shakey Simon
Into the Solid Rock Peter.
Through Christ, God provides us
With the Solid Word to feed others.
We can, in fact, follow “Feed My Sheep.”
In His command is God ‘s promise
Of provision for His followers.
The church will feed on the Gospel.
The church will nourish others
With Good News – “We feed God’s Sheep!”
We are here as needy people
To receive the encouragement
To feed on His assurance,
And then to go out and indeed
Do as He commands: “Feed My sheep!”
On this Cinco de Mayo,
I have decided that when we
go out into the world and
Feed His Sheep,
we bring color into their lives.
Don’t you agree?
The Good News certainly colors MY world!!
Happy Cinco de Mayo, my friends.
See you tomorrow.
Welcome to Day #13
of my A-Z series,
Add Greater Meaning
and Find More Purpose
Today’s letter is “M”
The topic: Meaningful Memories
My Memories Haiku
All have memories
Some more vivid than others
We’d like some to fade
But, not really…
Even painful memories serve a purpose.
As we reflect on them years later, we uncover truths –
Truths about ourselves we may not have realized at the time.
That’s what makes them meaningful!
As a writer who loves to write poetry, and someone who is exploring the significance of memories for adding meaning to our lives, I was fascinated by this
Question #3 was, “Is there anything you dislike about being a poet?”
Poet Kjmunro responded, “Sometimes I wish that I could be more comfortable in a crowd – but that may have more to do with being an introvert than being a poet. Writing poetry helps me to make sense of my life & my experiences, & because of it I have pushed my boundaries, accepted challenges, & pursued opportunities that have enriched my life… I can’t imagine my life without it.”
(You can click on the interview title above and see more of this meaningful post.)
Likewise, I cannot imagine my life without the gift of writing – both poetry and prose. I enjoy writing poetry. I love reading it. I treasure the opportunity to share it. Writing is a way to keep memories alive. It is a way to make sense of my life and my experiences. It is a way to express gratitude, to plan ahead, and to reflect. It is a way to push boundaries and accept challenges.
Yesterday in our Writers’ Group, the writing prompt was, “Tell Us About Someone You Used to Love.” The prompt brought to mind some very vivid, meaningful memories. Let me share my story with you:
Someone I Used to Love
I need to get up and face the student body on this October Spring Rally Day. But, I don’t want to.
I have made it as far as the front steps of the historic, brick Turlock Union High School before sitting down and letting the tears fall.
The sun is bright. Because it’s school spirit day, I have on one blue and one gold sock. My black and white saddle shoes are tucked beneath my poodle skirt with layers of crinoline fluffing around me. The blue and gold pom-poms lie motionless beside me. I look for the usual friends. No one approaches. They must all be inside already. Loneliness rings as the bell sounds the warning: first period will begin in ten minutes
What is it that has created such reluctance and dread in my soul?
About a week ago, my tall, athletic ex-boyfriend approached me in the hallway. “You know you don’t have any friends. The only reason people say Hi to you is because you say Hi to them first. If you didn’t, no one would talk to you.”
Oh my! Could it be true? Why was Richard telling me this? I used to love him. We used to have great fun together. Mutt and Jeff, they called us. Just because I broke up with him and am now dating soeone my own size, does that mean this 6’4″ basketball star should suddenly start bullying me?
Back in the 50’s I don’t think I knew the term “bullying.” I didn’t realize that’s what Richard was doing. His words cut deeply.
I decided to test out his hypothesis. I stopped cheerfully greeting everyone I saw with a “Hi!” Instead, I looked at them, waiting to hear their greeting first.
Richard was right! Most kids just looked quizically in my direction and walked past – or worse yet – they didn’t look at me at all. I felt like I must have forgotten my deodorant that day!
Now I’m feeling alone and abandoned on the front steps. I have ten minutes to get to class. With a deep sigh, I get up, take a deep breath, pick up my pom-poms, and head inside. My buddy, Phil, voted “Best Dressed Guy” in the senior class, walked up to me when I entered the building. I glance in his direction.
“What’s wrong with you lately?” he asked. “You’re being so stuck up!”
I told him what Richard had said.
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud,” he reprimanded, taking me by the shoulders.
I looked up into his caring blue eyes with tears in mine. “But Richard…” I sobbed, “he said…” I couldn’t go on.
Phil wrapped me tightly in his arms right there in the middle of Turlock High’s crowded hallway. Backing up a bit, he put his hands on my shoulders again. He leaned down and whispered, “He’s just jealous – and hurt. A big basketball star can’t stand it that his girl left him for a 5’3″ Stumper. He’s just trying to hurt you back. You just be the girl you always were. Don’t let anyone take away your perkiness.”
I used to love Richard. Now I just feel sorry for him. I saw him coming toward me as I headed for class.
“Hi!” I perked in his direction and walked on – shoulders squared – head held high.
Reliving these vivid memories more than sixty years later, I realize how impactful Richard’s words and Phil’s encouragement were. It was an important growing up experience. I haven’t let anyone take away my perkiness since then.
Meaningful memories stay with us – and change us – forever.
Thank you, Phil, and Richard!
Do you have a meaningful memory?
One that helps you make sense of your life and experiences?
Day #10 in the A-Z series,
“Add Meaning and Purpose to Life”
Just grab that JOY hand
Squeeze it tightly to your heart
Reaching out’s the start
You Have Joy to Give Away
Wanna know how to add
More meaning to your day?
Share your happiness with others
In a humble, heart-felt way.
Find a way to supplement
The meager lives of others;
Reach out in joy-filled love
To your sisters and your brothers.
Recognize the hurting;
Look deeply into their eyes.
Acknowledge all humanity,
The wise – and the otherwise!
You may see someone you think
Is just a lazy, scrounging bum;
But look beneath the surface
To what makes their progress numb.
Avoid judging the covers
That hide the real inside.
Look beneath the surface;
Look beneath the needy hide.
Your joy is a gift you have
That’s meant to be shared each day.
Smiles and hugs cost nothing,
But their worth is more than we can say.
Read to a child or sit with a friend
Who needs your attention today.
Look for the one who needs you most.
You have joy to be given away!
There were 2 pics she gave, and Renee chose the one that spoke to her the most.
Then Renee posted two pictures and invited her readers to join the challenge.
I decided this sounds like fun… and so I am joining in.
Here are the Rules:
Pick one of the images given to you, write whatever comes to you. Short, long, funny, sad … a tribute to someone, a poem, a song. Then choose two or three images and some nominees and keep the ball rolling.
This is the image I chose – and I selected Haiku as my genre:
Going to war is hell
Only music can save us
God seemed to know that
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From a Grateful Heart
Today I am reflecting on the beautiful people in my life. I am thanking God for those loving, sincere, caring, sharing people He has put into my path. I could fill this page with their names and pictures! But, I won’t.
I will put their faces up to God and ask Him to BEE with each one of them. Give them health and strength and guard their paths. He knows each of their needs better than I do!
Your Beautiful Friends
Who are those beautiful people God has put into your life? Take a minute to bring each of their faces up to the Lord, and thank Him. What a gift they are!
Your Presence in my On-line Life
I do not take for granted YOU… You beautiful people who take the time to read and to respond to my daily on-line life. I’m on the 182nd consecutive day of making this place a part of my daily routine. I like starting my morning with an inspirational thought that I can share with you.
Although I am not “all about numbers” – and the stats are not what guide me, I am grateful for each of the 450+ people who pressed “Follow” on JanBeek – and especially for those of you who take time to leave a comment. It helps me know I am not just blowin’ in the wind!
Visiting and Being Inspired by Others
I enjoy seeing what you have created, too. Some of us do not have the kind of blog that will attract thousands (what would we do to monitor that anyway?), but we know the folks who do visit us regularly are people who care. You are like-minded people who also have “Inspire Others to Live a Better, more Loving Life” as one of your goals.
You do inspire me to keep sharing sincere love, to keep on caring, and to keep on encouraging. You are a blessing!