Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

“Hello, I am a Newby Writer” Made a promise to take writing seriesto see if it is a skill of mine.

Hello,
I am a newly writer.
Credits of writings?
Yes, I have.
Though meager citing’s.
Not even pennies was I paid; so none be saved.
In my heart I feel and know,
God wants me to grow and show,
Others, words I might bestow,
Might lift off their shoulder’s some heavy cargo.
Turned my bottom and ran,
From a talent didn’t think I had.
Guess that is part the plan, writing “Scan yourself, plenty for you can!”
God gave to each his own “doodad’s” whether he be nomad clad in plaid as a Dad with an emotional state of sad or mad.
Running for me,
Solved nothing!
Decided to agree.
Do my best’n development of my writing; by jumping, bumping or buzzing.
Leaning day at a time,
I will climb.
Each step,
At God’s doorstep, or the side door, and with him as my guide, a shlepping, I will go.
Needing to close this poem,
Because since my 2008 wreck,
This journey’s journal b’on and on growing’n’flowing!
Instead of the speck out of my eye, I’ll take the redwood trunk out! Now again I am ready to seek and start my new path with actually joy of my heart beckoning!
If you will please allow me to visit at your next meeting and learn if writing is the skill,
For me of God’s will.
Or, in the next chapter of my life will play a part.
Along with ways of expressions in art I have learned and played with of late, is smart and matches God’s and my heart?
March 9th of 2008 was the Spring day of that year to set the clocks up. I decide to go get breakfast and ended up in our…not so great trauma center. My experience is my opinion but for the sake of brevity and your pity for me; I will venure that my lack of enthusiasm for this hospital is justified based on the number of injuries they missed and messing with my career because I was a good lab rate for a speech therapist student being overseen by a professional with less than six months of experience ut of out of the same graduate school. There will be time to write about that another day.
Writing came about to help with my sanity which was another semi nonexistent problem developed by this trauma center that for me really gave me more problems to undue than the fixed. Saved my life but a few years of undoing the mess they put me was pure Hades.
God carried me through this. Right now he has convicted me..and others around me…used a friend to get both me and hubby back on track. It is weird but so many times I knew I was going to be happy by myself…God fixed everything and life got better.
I knew that somehow I had to share and use all of my skills/education/life learned lessons to do something in a way to service God and it would be something I enjoed. Yes, it would require work; in the end I knew it would be worth it.
Evil devil loves to get us doubting…each time I was close to fingering thinT’s out I started darting out on my own. My friend that intervened bravely in my marriage has also been a rock in spurring me on to slow down but trek on searching for the purpose I know God has in mind.
That is where I have come back to now at this very moment.  Baby steps it is. FEw I admire tell me I have writing skills that ring a resoonace tone with many.  Grammar is something I need to work and work on. Thus, my leap of writing a book has some merit. I was trying to do God’s will but doubt and being overwelmed, I have withdrawn a few times.   Then, health problems and problems arising from the wreck crept back in that I had to face.
In the last year after getting a metal rod out…events have decreased.  I have lost 30+ pounds. I can see the homestretch way off in the distance.  But somehow God has reached out and put his hand on my whole family…my autistic son, my husband and me at the same time. This shouldn’t awe me.  I have witnessed other bigger miracles. I guess it is the peace flowing over me that is enhancing this for me.
Again, this still will require work, work and more by everyone involved. This time the change is that everyone is, seems, really working at chage itself.
Thanks, God, Nita, Susa, Bill, Tanner…the wold.
Pray I continue to explore what you have in mind for me individually, the family and all. Amen.
Oh yes, I can’t forget to be thankful for the lasted family addition. She is like having a baby  but the unconditional love..joy and other she brings is worth it.  Plz see pic of both dogs..one had 6.5 yrs and the other short time over 6 months..she is a year..got from shelter..so I have a middle age child..baby..7 Year old toddler in dog..
And, 20 year old…autistic ..some ways way above mentally..others so pure of heart like an angel …others..much less than is 20 years…
DOESN’T MATTER I LOVE THEM ALL AS THEY ARE….NITA WITH CP
TANNER WITH AUTISM AND OTHER…TAUGHT ME SO MUCH ABOUT MYSELF…HAVE ADD
NITA THAT MY HUSBAND IS WORKING ON MARRIAGE AND I WAS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION A LITTLE…BUT WE ARE DONG BETTER WITH JOY BACK N OUR HEARS.
LOTS MORE..
YOU TOO CAN STOP FEELING OVERWHELMED..GET BACK THAT FEELING OF *NSYNC WITH GOD..
NEED TO SHARE..I WILL TRY TO HELP
GOD plz touch those that feel they don’t have the talents to do as you have in store for them..Remind them that with your plan..burnout..hate for a job and other will disapate.
I lift up this people..Jesus name Amen.
God I have gotten away from the joy of Christmas…I will work on that Turnaround ..but..plz help me make my family aware we may pray for the food in a wrote manner.
I feel we never mention Jesus and his importance in our life.  Sharing how he works in our life with family at Christmas at some terminal time in the day or night is pretty high on what the event is all about…not presents…or I have to buy a gift for people cause they need it. I get signigicance of family and friends and sharing at this time. Yet, I feel these same people and tribe of mine should get the talk about you and Jesus too.
Help me put this time of talking back in the Christmas family event.

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Again another Amen

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Monday, December 22, 2014

You know you have a child with Autism when

#autism #autism humor #autism Christmas #Asperger's #High Functioning Autism #ADD #ADHD #Christmas Celebration #learning disabilities God

I decided to feel in this blank and the results were so amazing I am posting my feel in the blank answer.

For the humor side of autism.....You Know you have a child with autism...when at Christmas you are thinking of renting a child to open presents

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Christmas My Way This Year

 My Christmas This Year My</strong> Way:</em> I have chosen to do Christmas my way this year.  Drawing names and getting a list is no fun. I like to try and find out what a person wants by the old fashioned way; knowing them and talking to people that know them.  Disappointing Christmas gifts when people complain have me really tired of going to a lot of trouble.

**********We do the dutiful prayer at Christmas meal but how many donate to anything at Christmas?  Remember why we celebrate Christ's birth at Christmas?  We never mention it when it is time to open gifts.  The spirit of Christmas has almost died for me.

Told to buy gifts for a nephew because he needs them.  The same person didn't want to buy for a sister-in-law that is in a group home for those that are challenged.  I mean Christmas has become a hard time for me to enjoy.

My husband may have a point.  I miscarried 16 years ago about Oct. or so.  I buried the memory.  Could I have blamed God? I don't know.  But, still people really forget the reason Christmas is celebrated.  I miss my dad so much.  Another person I miss is a lady that lived across the street from us when I was growing up.  She always had the best candy.  Homemade fudge and every kind of candy you can imagine.  All in a wonderful tin with a Christmas picture. Sometimes she even refilled it for us. I worked at a grocery store in high school. I always bought her a small decorated Christmas tree in a pot.  I continued that tradition for some time.  When she died a part of Christmas died with Mrs. Kirsch.

This year I have decided not to draw names.  However, I am making gifts.  People said I thought you weren't doing gifts this year.  I said I am not drawing names.  However, I am making gifts.  Did you see the picture of the sub?   I made a nurse's hat for my sister- in-law some time ago.  A microscope kleenex box cover was a gift for my sister that is a cytotechnologist. My other brother the CPA got a nameplate.  If someone out there can think of a different thing to make this CPA brother let me know.  The sub you see at the start is for my brother that retired from the navy as a Lt. Comm; a nuclear engineer, he served on Boomers and Fast Attack subs.

I donated anonymously $100 cash to be given as cash to a family. Now I know an Executive Director that can pick a family that won't blow it.  I wish I could give more but have other charities to give. Why cash you may ask?  Well after 15 years of working at Skyline Urban Ministries, a food pantry; I know some hate to feel less than human.  I heard at Skyline some talk about wanting to be able to give cash to their children for Christmas.  Giving to others makes it feel more like Christmas.  My family seems to have all they need.  I told my friend to tell the family it was from God.  Really all are things are from God.  At least I believe this.

I am buying for the kids.  I believe that Christmas should be about the kids.  I want to see them open their gifts and tear into them. If our house is the place to be. I will do what I want to this year. I let things eat at me.  I want to see one girl that loves to open gifts with a zest get at them. I let everyone else run my house at Christmas; well not this year. I will do what I want.  Opening presents first. Then we will eat.  Having fun.  Back up. We will talk about what Christmas means.  Homemade gifts will be explained for the adults.  Return policy for amazon is easy. This is one reason I shopped there. If people complain too much next year may have lumps of coals in their socks for real.

I may want to tell them about how Christmas was great when dad was alive.  Why it was better.  What Mrs. Kirsch meant and what she brought to Christmas.  Christmas shouldn't be a bad time of year. I let it get out of control by giving my power away. I let selfish people steal the good away from Christ's time.

This year will be different. Christ will be remembered.  Gifts will be special.  I will not let people run over me in my own home. My power is being taken back.

I encourage people that feel like me to look at what has caused them to dread Christmas.  Then think what would make it special for them.   I am doing it and I am enjoying it.  I am sending Christmas Cards that don't look nothing like Christmas Cards. They support a local young autistic group called Beesknees'.  They make cards, calendars and more.  I am choosing to have fun. If others don't like how I am doing Christmas, then they can go elsewhere.