Yesterday a Kelly day...some days you don't know it until the close of day...but when you look back...
Kelly my cousin...his mom and mine sisters. We the same age...in fact this year he would be 60! Kelly was the one that was always cool it seemed...one of the funniest guys with that dry sense of humor...I keep looking at this pic and him just looking right through me almost with that smirk...humoring me with a pic that I cherish...
I have a picture from when we were kids...even then while the rest of us geeks for sure...he was still looking cool...
Anyway...back to my day...I had seen there on my timeline a message from Kelly to me August 25, 2010 saying simply, "I'm there". Me trying to figure out where there was. That it would show up on this day when I had read a devotional and the reading was Psalm 139...and there I had written 10/20/16 Ryder Kelly Petrie by the verse...
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well." Psalm 139:13-14
Ryder Kelly the son of my cousin Vonnie's son Bret...who if Kelly would have had a son...I am sure would have been a lot like Bret...or maybe for fun he would have been like Vonnie...but later in the day I get a picture from Vonnie...Yvonne I suppose to some...saying Little Kelly...Axell...and after chatting with Vonnie...I share and think yep Kelly...a part of you there indeed...
So I share with my brother who said he on his mind too...rode Kelly's Harley...and so this morning and open tab on my computer and it is the message from Kelly..."I'm there"...and I go to see where there was when I think...maybe there is more than just where we were 11 years ago...and I feel love transcends...and so I feel a nudge to remember you Kelly and share with others...that you a special part in our lives...
And I find where we all were...at my brother's at the "cornpalooza" and thinking Jo had said we need another...and I came across a picture from there when looking...treasured memories for sure...
And I come across a blog I wrote for you when we said goodbye...I remember parts of that day...and I remember hearing the motorcycles pull up while your niece played Amazing Grace...and how it hit me...and I see pictures and video of my great niece this morning...and I think of all of us getting older and these little ones...and this song on the blog Forever Young...and the song written by Bob Dylan seems to be a prayer and a thanks to the LORD for letting us feel a visit from one we love...
A reminder that we may stay forever young...with childlike faith and love for life...and I sing along...
As I read John 10:10…My thoughts go to the killings in
Boulder…such a different meaning taken on when the word kill is used…my prayers
for their families…for the police officer said to have 7 children. And a writing seems to come as I look at those
who were killed…
Just like that…lives forever changed…and though there were
10 individuals killed…and that word just has such a haunting to it…and as I
seek a definition of the word as mine seems to say to take another’s life…I
find a search that asks if killed is a verb…and then it goes on to say, “extinguish
the life of”…so many lives forever changed!
I read what is written of each of these individuals…each a unique
individual in their own rights.In one
place I had looked, the news seemed to give that of what Facebook postings had
to say…yet others were given a few short sentences in what someone who cared
about them said…and I pause and wonder…what would be said of me?Though this not about me…it is something to
reflect upon…isn’t our life more than a summation of a few words…or is it!
One of the most mentioned is a police officer, Eric Talley… Officer
Talley leaving behind 7 children…and I do the math of him being an officer for
10 years…and I think of another police officer in my circle…killed 10 years ago…as
in life…one leaves and another begins.I
thinking and praying for new officers who are beginning…and my heart goes to
this family of love…this family of blood…this family of duty…
I see the headlines…some trying to instantly make this political…to
fit in with agendas…yet LIFE isn’t supposed to be about political and agendas…it
is about the dashes…the love…of what we did in this life while here on this
earth…and I look back at the verse…John 10:10…life abundantly! ABUNDANT…a word that could take on so much…yet
I find in definitions one that says…
SHEFA (ABUNDANCE): Shefa is
a word in Hebrew literally meaning Abundance. This holy symbol is the symbol of
abundance in its highest form - as a Divine principle of the flow between
Creator to His creation.
In having a faith in Jesus…I believe there is MORE…more than
just this life of a dash between the dates…I picture a baptism of my
granddaughter…at her daddy's mass...(I put a link to another writing of that time https://pennify.blogspot.com/2011/03/point-of-light.html)…and she would use the signing taught to her
by her aunt…and as the water sprinkled upon her she signed for more…though the
choices made during the dash determines what comes after the date and the dash
and the date…there it does not stop…I know some think I use the dot…dot…dot…way
too often...of my sentences running together…Although…life is a continuation…sometimes
a single period will not suffice…life doesn’t always just simply stop…there is
MORE…ABUNDANT!!!
Yet there are those who come to try and steal and kill…to
destroy…and that is nothing but evil!It
can be fought all day of this or that being the cause of death…yet bottom line
is it goes back…back to the garden when we began with our “free” choices…to
live as we thought fit…not always taking the path of love and good…but instead hate
and evil…Though during this season…coming upon Easter…we are reminded there is
more…Jesus “killed” so that mine and your dot-dot-dot…my ellipsis more formally
defined…could go on beyond my dash—why?Because death has been defeated!There where One named Jesus took the bullet if you will…for me…for any
who would choose to believe…
I pray for peace and comfort for lives "extinguished" in what
seems way too soon… and this prayer extends beyond just those 10…others I know
who have given goodbye’s sooner than they would like…of families I have seen
and felt some of the pain they are feeling…and during this time…may prayers be
made for peace and comfort…prayers I have felt in times as this…prayers for
strength to get through the hard days ahead…and prayers that they will feel the
“Good Shepherd”… (talked of there in this Book I have opened by a man named
John…who seemed to be a part of Jesus’ inner circle)…that the LORD…our Shepherd…may
be close by their side…allowing them to “find the green pastures”…That they may have life…and have it more ABUNDANTLY…lyp
A day behind...as it is now the first day of Spring...yesterday after a beautiful walk by the pond I had written...
Farewell to Winter…as I walk
around the pond and listen to the serenade of the birds…a lone duck swims
across and almost as it seems to see me…it retreats…I look at my barn…no it is
not mine…but it is one I love to walk past.It still covered in snow…though it continues to melt away and give way
for precious moisture for the coming growth of spring time…SPRING…a new season…one
of new life…new birth…and I ponder my favorite…and it very well could be…though
I love fall…it is one of goodbye…of harvest…even though I think perhaps I in
the fall of my life…yet still bouts of Spring seem to emerge…
Winter is past I read in Song of Solomon...and so I place it on the snow covered barn picture that appears as though a chilly winter when in fact...the sun shining!
And a few other pics I capture on my phone...a glimpse of the moment...and prayers for the new season that awaits...may we enjoy the spring time...may we be made new...the grass is coming...breathe in the season!!!
Today...Ash Wednesday...first day of Lent...and I not one who really knew much of Lent other than my friends I remember would "give up something"...and 10 years ago I did not know anything of Ash Wednesday...10 years ago...Ash Wednesday...and though it is not March 9, 2011...it does bring back memories...
On the morn of Ash Wednesday...10 years ago...just another day of going to work. Yet it was different in the fact that I had an experience that I may have not shared with many...though now the words seem to come out on my paper. I had a picture come to my mind...a dream if you will...though I wide awake. I don't know what it was...but I felt it to my core. In this vision of sorts...I seen people reaching out from the ground...reaching towards me saying, "Why didn't you tell me!" And as they reached...they cried out...as though reaching from their graves...
And then...that evening...the call came...the call that was as none I had ever received and pray never to receive again...the news that my son-in-law...Jay Sheridan...had been killed!!! My daughter's husband...my granddaughter's Daddy...and that night...I remember those that sat with ashes on their foreheads...a part of their faith...a Faith that Jesus died for our sins...even though we did not deserve...and I had faith that Jay a believer...not because he deserved...but because he believed.
I have a picture I took of fire...an intense fire that just seemed to capture me...and with my ashes theme decide to put verses on it...
The first verse I find is in Genesis...of Abraham talking to the LORD saying, "I who am nothing but dust and ashes have taken it upon myself to speak to the LORD." Just little ole me...and I thought sometimes how though not Abraham...have thought how I am not anything but here I am talking to the LORD...
...and then the other in Daniel...Daniel...one who could tell what a dream meant...one who was fed to the lions and came out to tell of it...of one who put on his sackcloth...sat in his ashes and prayed...prayed for those around him...in his sadness...and today I have been reminded from past and present...how precious life is...how we don't know...and I look around us...and I read further in Daniel's Prayer it was referred to and think of the word I have been given lately..."Mercy"...and I think of our nation...our world...both big and small...and these words stick out of how we all ignore many commandments...but the biggest...to LOVE...but the words I read a prayer indeed...speaking from our ashes...not because we deserve...but because we ask for Mercy...
“Now, our God, hear the prayers of your servant. Listen to my prayer for help, and for your sake do good things for your holy place that is in ruins. My God, pay attention and hear me. Open your eyes and see all the terrible things that have happened to us. See how our lives have been ruined and what has happened to the city that is called by your name. We do not ask these things because we are good; instead, we ask because of Your mercy. Lord, listen! Lord, forgive! Lord, hear us and do something! Daniel 9:17-19
I read something when looking on Ash Wednesday...something that sort of resonates with me...and there is an article with the date March 9...only 2014...as I search for ashes and sackcloth...because what exactly is sackcloth? Or as the New Century Version translation calls it "rough cloth". But I find an article from erortega.com...one not familiar with...but the words are just from the initial search where I read..."In the Bible, sackcloth, and ashes was worn as a sign of repentance for sin. Simply put, sackcloth and ashes was an external demonstration for an internal condition.". INTERNAL CONDITION...
Whoa and part of this faith that I cling to...is of repentance...of forgive us our trespasses...and forgiving others...of believing in Jesus...in His Love...in His Life...and there plays a song that does not add to the sadness and loss I have been reminded of from past and present...but that which makes this Faith I cling to...that those who believe will RISE!!! And so I leave with a song that picks me up...
Yesterday…and just the word…can mean the day before today…or
many days before today…a special friend from several yesterday’s ago…so long
ago I still call her Janie…though many refer to her as Laura…or Laura Jane…she
the youngest of six daughters to Tom and Mary…Her next sister in line…Nancy…my best friend in first
grade was the one who gave me the news that Janie went to be with God…but here on your birthday I write today which is now tomorrow…That you would leave this earth the day before you came...I think of your dash...that line in between your dates...and a
picture and verse had popped up and I had thought of your journey Janie…of your
sisters…this one from my kitchen table from a few years back…but funny it should pop up…
And
from my kitchen table The moon and a bright shining star...if you look close
you see...And an angel on my table holds the peace stone. I read one of my life
verses..."To give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of
death. To guide our feet into the way of peace. Luke 1:79 TODAY'S FORECAST:
When seeking....may you seek Peace...
Janie that little sister that did much
with us. I have a picture of her from
Hanover grade school at the old country schoolhouse we all attended. She adorable I am sure since birth!!! I remember finding this picture and us laughing
of the culotte days and that beautiful long hair…
And then the yesterday’s turn to today’s and tomorrow’s…and
time and life passes so quickly and we lose touch with those that have been
such a large part of our lives and often we freeze them at some point in time…with
the Spencer girls…all 6 of them…each went off to Canon City to a different
school when they went to high school...but then somewhere along the way we
reconnected…and Janie and I talked about that time in between in a conversation
she told me, “I know so many adult years missed but when I think of you it's
your blonde blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and so much fun to hang out
with. Well when Nancy would let me.
She'd always say after you'd leave...she's MY FRIEND not yours...Rude but
always let me buddy in too.” But those friends who knew you when...even when they knew you when you and her sister would laugh so hard we would not always make it to the bathroom...yet the point...we laughed...those friends who have memories of your mom holding them and singing to them when they were afraid...childhood friends...friendships that you keep in your heart...even if you do not get to know them in later years...
I learned of the "grown up" Janie…she had reached out I think
on Facebook…(Facebook not always the greatest place...but I do appreciate connecting with "old" friends) but anyway we just kept writing…we shared “Girlfriends in God” and as
I went back and read on her birthday...different writings back and forth…just the day after she had passed on…surrounded
by her sisters…and I found something she had told me a few years ago in September
of 2018…she had written,
“I remember that a friend going
thru chemo...I'll be ok with either way it turns out. If I don't make it look
what God has in store for us all if we believe. Happy Sunday muah!” ljs
And it was as if she was writing it this very Sunday…a
message to many of us who grieve her leaving…and I came upon more of her
writings that Janie and I had shared a few years ago, “Yes, I often go down the
dark tunnel and then I pray that whatever lesson not learned to help me get
through and gradually see the light and He is in control. I've been thinking
a lot about death...I used to be really scared... now not so much. I know more
than I used to and cherish every day.”
Cherish
every day…that’s one to keep with us…and I think how Janie and I had started
writing back and forth…before…before cancer…before Jay killed…and I laugh as we
had an ongoing of the weeds getting in our gardens…but as I read through I
laughed as one of her words of wisdom to me after sharing some story and she
says, “What a story.. it is how you handle your fear, struggle whatever the
case may be. Chin up and I love this saying move on like a dog cover that shit
and carry on.”Oh Laura Jane…I
loved I got to know your fun side and include a favorite pic…just because you
adorable even making faces at me…
And I think how our lives were intertwined…and I had written, “So this morning I was thinking of you and another friend and had said
my friends with cancer in my writing. It was as though God slapped my hand and
said WHAT!!! This is not how to describe My child...and so it made me think how
we let cancer or many other things define us...so today I ask...how do you want
to be defined!!! Lyp
Janie replied back to me…”Pretty!
Beautiful Smart, gorgeous lol I'm kidding. Tougher than nails. Thank you for
always thinking of me. Too many of us have cancer.wth?
We push thru it all but I do hate that saying fight. ..so the ones that die
weren't fighting...ugh don't get me started…”
I think of her reply…and she all the things…but yes tougher
than nails…to endure the time she went through what she went through…and I
think of her sisters and mom…each being there in their own ways…I continue with
some of her own words…because they touched me…and so I "borrow" a picture of
her that a friend had captured and I told her made me just say Janie…her words…”We all have a hill,
mountain or bump in the road.What I know
for sure is you pick yourself up and dust yourself off and try again.It’s life.”ljs
I am sure others know of her encouragement…She sent
me different things and I came across this verse… “Let us therefore come boldly
unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in
time of need.” (Hebrews 4:16) Eagerly approach his throne and find help. He
cares for you.” During times when she
going through a lot…she encouraged…even one of the last things written to me...a Love you Pen Pen and then I am fine...after she had met with the hospice...but then sometimes her words were a sort of kick in the butt…that even
though we didn’t have many in person talks…and sometimes I think we would have
never conversed of such things…me one to hold back and she says,
“Peace and
joy. I think of an arrow...pulling it back you have to just let it go. Take the
leap. God's with you for sure. Quit putting on the skids lol”
Usually ending with laughter out loud…Janie
encouraged me to write…and so...that is what I do as I think of you...
My heart is with her and her friends…I think of her “ya ya’s… and especially her family...her mama who she loved dearly...her sisters... and especially my life-long friend Nancy…I know each of your hearts aching…yet knowing how blessed we all are…another couple pictures I steal…might be a little blurry because of copy and paste...but I love them all the same...
After I had heard you
were gone…I took a walk around a pond as the sun set and a picture with a verse
that had popped up from years ago…I think of it and then I add it to another...to your sunset as I watch a lone duck on this pond and the words come to me…Peace…and
I give thanks to our God for you…for Jesus taking you home and giving you rest…and
as I walked…I thought of your long beautiful hair and a picture in my mind of
you riding full speed on a beautiful horse…with both mane’s flying…Oh Janie
girl…until we see you again…thank you for being you…and thankful God shared you
in our lives…lyp
I had about forgot I wanted to include a song...by a singer we both loved...and guess there must be a reason...
