Writing today was like freeing my soul and now that’s all I want to do. But alas, other things call. Crafts to get done, soaps and lotions to make, Bible study to work on…the list could go on. One thing I will be doing this evening is spending time with God because I know my…

via Rambling Post for April 13th — Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman

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Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – Purple Day

May 13, 2016. Friday the 13th. It’s going to be one of my favorite days.

Yes you heard me right. Why? Because it’s my purple day.

No, purple day is not remembering Prince (even though we did talk about doing that at work). Purple day is what I call the Relay for Life Event that I participate in every year. I’ll wear my purple shirt to work and then will go walk in the survivor lap.

What is Relay for Life? I’m so glad you asked!! (I know you did I heard you.)

relay for life

Relay for Life is an event that is held in communities in over 20 countries. While there are wonderful organizations that help with specific cancers (like Susan G. Komen for Breast Cancer), The American Cancer Society helps all cancers and Relay for Life is one of their big fundraising events.

What’s so awesome about Relay for Life is that it honors those who have lost their fight with cancer and celebrates those that are survivors and supports those who are still fighting. If you’ve never been to an event, take time to go. It doesn’t matter if you do not know someone fighting cancer or have not lost a loved once to cancer. After the opening ceremony, survivors are called out individually to receive a medal and line up for the survivor walk. This part of the event is always emotional because when you see the ones receiving their medals you get the picture that cancer does not care how old you are, what race you are, what gender you are, what size you are. Cancer does not discriminate.

If you think that cancer would not dare to strike one of your kids, let me introduce you to the five year old whose dad carries him to the stage to get his medal. This is his second year. Or if you say you have no history of cancer in your family so you don’t have to worry, let me introduce you to the mother who is a five year survivor and her daughter who is currently going through cancer treatments. They had no history of cancer in their families either. Maybe you think because you are a young woman in the prime of her life thinking of having another child that you don’t have to worry about cancer. Let me introduce you to the woman who was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer who has two young children. Because of the gene she carries, she also had to have a hysterectomy so she will not be having any more kids. For every excuse you have of why you think you don’t have to worry about cancer, I can introduce you to someone who use to think the same as you.

Honestly, if you sit there and say that you don’t know of anyone in your family or your circle of friends that have fought cancer or who had family members that fought or died from cancer, then you my friend are in the minority. My mother is a 20+ year survivor, my grandmother passed away from pancreatic cancer, I had chemo treatments with the woman that lived across the street from me who later lost her life to breast cancer, my first doo rags were given to me by a woman at church who had been diagnosed the year before me, the friends who shaved my head after my hair starting falling out all had family members that had fought cancer or passed away from cancer, co workers I work with now have had family members or loved ones that have fought cancer or lost their fight with cancer. I could go on. The American Cancer Society says that in 2016, there will be an estimated 1,685,210 new cancer cases diagnosed and 595,690 cancer deaths in the US.

That’s way too many. One is too many.

So if you hear of a Relay for Life event, fundraiser, or walk then think about taking part. Every little bit helps.

And if you see someone wearing a Relay for Life survivor shirt, give them a hug and a pat on the back. They deserve it.

releasing of the doves

God Bless

 

Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman -Loving Jesus

Do you remember when you first accepted Christ as your Lord and Savior?  Do you remember how much joy and love filled you? Do you still have that much joy and love in your life for Christ?

There have been plenty of times in my life where I would have to answer no to that question. Actually, the majority of times in my life. But there have been moments where I have remembered that feeling; have felt that joy and love for Christ just like the day I was saved. Unfortunately those moments are few and far between. I have no excuse as to why except I just let life get in the way. Instead of turning to God, I turned to people and things which took away my joy in Christ. The more I went down my own path, the more joy, happiness, and peace of mind I lost. Until I wound up in ho hum whatcha going to do land wondering how I ended up there – AGAIN.

Like this past week I got in a funk. Don’t know why. Don’t know what caused it. Can’t blame it on the devil even. Just ended up there. Instead of IMMEDIATELY turning to God, for a couple of days I let it drag me down and I turned to other things. Computer, games, television (my BIG go to thing here lately), and people. Not like I’ve done in the past. But still I looked. I wondered. I started playing an online game again. Did it ease the funk? Did seeking people’s approval ease the funk? Did I find happiness staring at me from a television screen? NO!

the devil says

This time it didn’t take me long to remember that people and things are not going to be where I find my joy. Living in a television set or in an online game is not going to bring me happiness. Jesus is the ONLY person that can bring me the peace and joy I so desire.

Blessed

Romans 15:13
May the God of hope full you with all joy and peace in believing so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

The devil will make us doubt our faith and he will try to steal our joy in the Lord. He doesn’t want us to remember how we felt when we first accepted Christ. He wants us to stay in funky moods where we look to people and things to feel better. But this time I refuse. I am looking to Jesus to fill my heart with joy and love. I am falling in love with Jesus all over again.

Philippians 4:4
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice!

God Bless

#livefreeThursday

 

 

 

Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – Mothers

 

Today you’ll be seeing posts on social media wishing a Happy Mothers Day to all the Mothers out there. Or posts about how terrific one’s mother is. I’m no different.

My mother is my best friend. I know there are probably a lot of daughters/sons out there that say that year after year but I for one actually mean it. I have no doubt of my mother’s love for me. There’s been too many times in my life that I’ve screwed up and no matter what she’s always been there. She may not have liked what I’ve done or agreed with my reasoning but she’s always stuck by me.

My mother does not look or act her age and looking at her you would never know that she is a 20+ breast cancer survivor. She never let cancer or anything stop her from living life to the fullest. How many other mothers in their 70’s run around in pink leather and ride a Harley?

couple on motorcycle

But the realization that she won’t be around forever has really hit home this past year as I’ve had several friends lose their mothers. My heart goes out to them this Mother’s Day and I can’t imagine what they are going through.

I know that too often I’ve taken for granted that my mother is a survivor and have not expressed my love for her as often as I should. I take for granted that when I wake up in the morning and call her she will be there when in reality none of us are promised a tomorrow.

One of the commandments is to honor our parents and I want to honor my mother today. She raised me. She is the reason why I kept going through my fight with cancer and she is the reason why I am here today. We aren’t perfect and we don’t always see eye to eye but there’s no question that I love her and she loves me. I just need to tell her and show her more.

Don’t wait until tomorrow to tell your Mom you love her. Let her know today!

mother

 

God Bless!

 

Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – #livefreeThursday

Every Thursday at tsuzanneeller.com she posts a topic and you can link your blog post on that topic. Today’s topic is It’s a Miracle and Suzie asks the question, “What miracle is God asking you to participate in?”

What if you don’t know what miracle? Does that mean there’s something wrong if you don’t know if He is using you to help someone? Should you be concerned if you don’t see a miracle happening to the people you interact with? Should you be reexamining your life, looking for hidden sin, talking to your pastor?

I don’t think so. (Unless you feel like there’s something wrong somewhere then by all means go talk to your pastor.)

Sometimes we have to remember that we may not see the result of what God has called us to do. Did you feel the need to pray for the mother and child you saw in the store?  You won’t see the result of your prayer, but God knows. Did you feel the urge to pay for the car behind you at the fast food place? You won’t know the result of that urging, but God does. Did you look at your closet one day and just all of a sudden feel the need to clean it out and donate all the clothes that you didn’t wear anymore or didn’t fit? You won’t know who those clothes went to help, but God knows. As do the people that were impacted by those actions.

Somewhere today a mother was sick trying to take care of a little child when someone showed up unexpectedly to help because they felt that need. Somewhere today, a mother was counting change trying to feed her children only to find someone before her had paid for their food. Somewhere today a homeless man was given a sweater to keep him warm. Those little things were big miracles to the people they blessed.

Not everyone has been called to actively go in the mission field. Some have been called to do nothing more than pray. Pray for the missionaries and the people they would be helping. Not everyone has been called to go preach. Some have been called to serve in the background at churches and make sure that the little things get done. Not everyone has been called to serve at a local food bank. Some have been called to make sure there is food and clothes available to give out to those in need.

I believe that everyone has a purpose for God. I just believe that you aren’t always going to see the results. Just like the hats I plan on crocheting and giving away to an organization. I won’t see the child and/or adults they go to but I pray that they will be given to someone who needs them. I pray that they will be blessed by my gift.

The cards I send out to people I’ve met on the internet through volunteering for P31OBS. These people impact my life greatly and I love being able to send encouragement out to them. But I don’t know if I will ever meet them face to face to actually see the result of that encouragement.

The people that I pray for on a weekly basis that comment on the study blog or the BSL events on Thursday evenings. I doubt that I will ever know the result of my praying for them. But it’s something I felt the urge to do. This is a mission that I feel the need to serve. So maybe in some way I helped someone. Maybe because of the urging I felt, someone experienced a miracle from God.

So if you feel that urging, that tug, that something deep inside of you that makes you know this is what God wants you to do, don’t ignore it. Don’t walk away from it. Say yes. You may never know the miracle that God blesses someone with but trust that He is going to make one happen.

God Bless

1 Corinthians 12: 4 – 6
4) Now there are varieties of gifts but the same Spirit; 5) and there are varieties of service, but the same Lord; 6) and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who empowers them all in everyone.

“He turned on the radio to hear a song for the last time
He didn’t know what he was looking for even what he’d find
And the song he heard it gave him hope and strength to carry on
And on that night, they found a miracle
They found a miracle.”
Third Day
I Need A Miracle

Saying Yes