Sunday, March 30, 2008
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog?
She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much.
I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her.
She likes to play with balls and to swim.
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her.
You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith , ' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.
Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Yes ladies it's Superbowl Sunday.
On Thursday I told Steve that I had church on Friday and Sunday.
For those who are not aware Steve is not a Christian
He feels this may be a phase for me since the passing of my parents,kind of like when I joined the YMCA to get fit ,then just to say I belonged ,then just to watch the fees come out of our bank account as I sat and ate ice cream sandwiches.
However he is very supportive of me as this is the longest I have stuck with anything,and he is now beginning to ask questions like.
How was Jesus today?
What did you learn?
and my favourite
Are you trying to trick me into heaven?
You see ladies I leave UCB on really loud in the car when he gets in,in the morning to go to work.
Drives him nuts hahahahaha
So to make a long story even longer Steve asked me
Why are you going to church on Friday and Sunday?
I explained Good Friday and it's importance and of course Easter Sunday and it's importance to which he replied.
"So what your saying is, this is the Superbowl of Christianity."
"Ya Honey it is and Friday is pre-game to Sundays Game."
I came home from church today and was greeted with
"So did Jesus win the game?"
"He sure did"
"What was the score?"
to which I replied
Jesus Infinity-Fans Eternal Life
I love my handsome heathen husband and am looking forward in Gods time to love my handsome Christian husband.
Oh and to say I told you God is good aka I told you soooo
Ya we are a strange and compatible pair
and I thank God every day for him.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Well ladies I have a story to share with all of you.
Shari remember I was saying I was lacking patience at work and with people, well my honesty was let loose today firmly but not defensive or with anger but calmly.
Today was very busy at work and after serving a customer
Here was the conversation that ensued at the end of the sale.
Me in red
her in black
"Have a good weekend and Happy Easter"
"Oh I can say that back it's all about the Bunny"
" I am sure God would love to know that"
"Oh you don't really believe that?"
"Yes I do"
" Yes don't you believe or trust in anything?"
"Ya my Dog"
"Cause he loves me,and is always there for me,when I am mad at him he forgets and loves me anyway,he's there when I am sick and when I am gone he is always glad to see me come home.I can count on him"
"SPELL DOG BACKWARDS"
She turned and left.
Funny how people feel it may offend others if we wish someone a Merry Christmas but Easter is ok as it's all about the Bunny.
I pray someday all will know the importance and the true meaning of Easter.
Thank you Father
Monday, March 17, 2008
Posted by Maureen at Monday, March 17, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Posted by Maureen at Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Ladies after a rough day today,I came home to this.
Too Wonderful not to share.
You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say,
'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.
'I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!'
'Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name - though not all know Me.
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames;
'Come to Me... this way... take my hand.'
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then, at any moment, you know you are 'ready to go.'
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Hello fellow bloggers.
I am having an issue tonight with what I saw on the National news.
It was a story about Christianity coming to Thailand.
Did anyone see it?
The story was about the flock of churches and missions that came to help after the Tsunami.
Praise God for them.
Some communities have changed to Christianity but what disturbed me was the news really seemed to play up the fact that a Christian Organization came into a small villiage and offered to re-build their community only if they switched to Christianity.
The leader of their villiage brought this to the community and they were pleased until they heard they had to give up Budhism.
Their answere was NO
This group just pulled out.
They walked away.
I found myself praising God for the villiagers decision to remain Budhists.
The good news is a catholic group came in a built them their needs without question of conforming. Thank God and Bless those wonderful people.
I found myself asking these questions.
Could you please shed light on this for me.
I am really feeling a torment right now in my heart.
Should I have been praising God for the villiagers decision?
Were these false prophets?
Was God blessing these villiagers with the courage to say no as it was brought to them as a bribe?
Why does the news always focus mainly on the negative as there was a wonderful man there who has done amazing things? They tried to bait him.
Bust most importantly why, when we spread the goodness does society make us look bad?
I try to witness to my family as they are not Christians but when stories like this with positive and negative in them,the family seems to dwell on the negative and I find myself defending my position with the lack of grace.
I guess when you have felt the presence of the Lord in your life and try to explain the beauty of it people either listen or think your nuts, and yet when they go on about their psychic or alien or science filled thoughts and we make express our opinions or better yet the Truth we are then pursecuted for not being Christian like.
Wow I can't believe how angry I feel at this moment.I don't like it at all.
Some advice and wisdom would be cherished right now.
and God Bless
Monday, March 3, 2008
my Family. These are the people
This is Luke, Chef Extrordinaire and my son-inlaw
This is Rachel my daughter-inlaw with Owen and their other dog Abby-Jean
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Remember back in the Day
When snowball fights included the whole neighbourhood.
When playing road hockey included the dads and moms
When Princess was something you wanted to be and not written on the butt of your pants.
When hanging around a lamp post at night wasn't loitering but was Home for Hide and Go Seek
When we believed in fairies and didn't call people that.
When pajama's were worn to bed and not the mall.
When crack was something you didn't step on for fear of breaking your mother's back.
When gay was being Happy
When Aylmer the Elephant was Cool and Officer Hall was the man.
When fear was only of the dark.
When downtown was place to be and not the place to avoid.
When Prayer was in school and not forbidden.
When God was real and not a choice.
When I thought it would never change
Posted by Maureen at Saturday, March 01, 2008
- ► 2010 (14)
- ► December (12)
- ► August (7)
- ► May (9)
- ► December (8)
- ► November (8)
- ► May (11)
- ► April (11)
- ▼ March (12)