While Watching “ARGO”…

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After my mom and the birds went to sleep last night, I started watching “ARGO.” My mom, though, woke up in the middle of it, so I paused the movie and went back to her room and sat there on her bed, talking with her for a while.

Battling dementia, she often gets confused at night, and thought it was morning already. I told her no, I was just up late watching movies to vote on.

“To vote on?” she asked with interest.

“Yep, they send me free movies so I can vote on the best actors.”

“You do that?” she asked, growing more interested. (My mom has always loved movies, even though she hardly went to the theatre. She did when she was younger, but preferred watching them on television.)

I showed her all the mailings and the screeners (we had already watched “Les Miserables” together) and my SAG-AFTRA card.

“See, Mom?” I belong to the acting union.”

“Really? How long?” she asked, as she carefully took my card and held it like gold.

“Oh a few years now.”

She smiled in wonder at me and looked back at the card, then through the mailings. It might sound cliche to say there was a sparkle in her eye, but there was. ; ) I could tell how proud she was of me, just being in the union. She mentioned that she liked my professional name, and then she said, “The next step is to act, not just vote.”

“Yes, Mom.” I smiled, knowing she probably had forgotten about most of my past projects, mostly theatre. “And one day I’ll have my own production company too. And not only act, but write and direct.”

She smiled and said how wonderful that would be; my mom’s always been good with business, and I always thought she should’ve had her own company.

I tried to turn out the light to help her go back to sleep, but she insisted on keeping it on for a while longer.

When I checked on her again, she was still smiling and looking at my union card, the mailings, the screeners…

Actually, I think my mom thinks I’m part of the Academy Awards… And that’s fine with me. ; ) Maybe one day I’ll be up there thanking her from the podium, remembering her pride in a daughter who’s always been a bit of late-bloomer…

Sometimes it’s that pride we see in a parent’s eyes that makes us want to live to our fullest potential, to live with purpose and passion and to make dreams we shared with them come true.

And I think it’s that way with God also… Even if good parents weren’t close to us, there is a Heavenly One who wants to be…who gazes at us all the time and thinks we’re cherished diadems… And who wants us to share what’s in our hearts with Him, the One who fashioned our hearts and knows us better then we know ourselves. I think He’s just waiting for us to include Him more in our lives…

And for those of us who haven’t seen the fruit of our work yet, it’s not over ’til it’s over. ; )

Just like my mom believes I can do anything I set my mind to, our Heavenly Father believes we can achieve more than seems possible…

Because with Him, anything is possible!

P.S. — Watch “Argo,” a true story that flips what seems impossible on its head. ; )

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Free of the Pastel Ribbons…

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The funeral I attended today was beautiful…if funerals can be “beautiful”… Still, it was genuinely celebratory…and the friend who died had requested birthday balloons and a big birthday cake with the number “1” on it — to commemorate the start of her new life with Jesus…

Birthday balloons floated in the sanctuary and the reception hall…and danced…only with pastel ribbons keeping them tethered to Earth…

Truly, you felt His Presence, His joy in the middle of all the “good-byes”… Death is ugly and horrible, but He turns it all around, in little ways and big ways and incrementally and all of a sudden, creating beauty out of ashes somehow… I’ve gone to several funerals, too many, actually…but the ones that were “beautiful” were for friends who knew Jesus…not just knew about Him, but knew Him, as if He were their best friend… There was a supernatural peace and joyful exuberance that graced the deep pain of loss and grief…

In addition, today, watching how all my friend’s “church family” worked to help her “blood family,” how each was gracious and kind and loving in all they did this afternoon, including cooking and setting up everything and greeting everyone, doing jobs that no one would relish for such a sad occasion…well…it makes me want to become an active member of a church…not just a name on a church register. I saw what it means to be an active part of the Body of Christ…part of a loving Church…His hands and feet at work on Planet Earth… And that was incredibly beautiful and inspiring…

One day, we’ll all celebrate together down the road, where time will not decay and nothing can hurt anyone ever again…in the Presence of the King…at His banquet…at our receptions given by Him just for us…because He loves each of us that much…and where my friend is right now, reunited with all her loved ones who’ve gone before her… Free of the pastel ribbons, dancing with joy, and sailing high above…


“O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
–1 Corinthians 15:55

Thoughts on Life…and Earl Hamner’s Blog…

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I know I’ve written here before about attending more funerals than weddings… And it keeps happening. Life keeps happening in the way it does, unfolding in ways we don’t want nor welcome. Tomorrow, I’ll attend yet another funeral. And over on the West Coast, another friend was recently buried, and now a dear friend’s little niece is battling a disease and another friend is readying for major surgery and friends of friends and family members continue their own personal battles.

And you, I’m sure, have your own share of heartache and frustration and concern. And that’s all part of life, part of living. Somehow, to stay sane, we have to be “okay” with that…just in the sense of knowing that life has this huge ingredient, a bitter herb, that’s mixed in with all the good… Try as we might, none of us can make the good seasons last forever. We can choose to have His strengthening joy and peace in the middle of it all, but we can’t make summer-type days stay…

But there is One who does just that… And He is why those funerals won’t be as devastating as they could be… The One who breaks death in two and crumbles it into dust… Sweet Jesus…

I have some friends I’ve made along life’s journey who tell me my beliefs are ludicrous, that it’s ridiculous to believe in a God like Jesus. That it’s “not correct” to say that the assertion of Jesus — that He is the way to the Father — is true.

But how can you deny Someone you’ve met? You can’t, and I won’t. He is. And He’s everything He says He is, the Great I Am. And the Restorer of summer days…

When you have time, click over to my friend Earl Hamner’s latest blog entry titled “Tribute To A Friend” (http://www.earlhamner.blogspot.com/2013/01/tribute-to-friend.html), and sign up to receive his newsletter/blog via email. He’s once again written a beautiful reflection on life…and this particular entry is powerful…and ties in with the theme here…

Be blessed on this winter’s day, everyone…

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On This Day…

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Sometimes I like to look back and see what happened on a particular day in history. On January 3, 1496, Leonardo da Vinci put his flying machine to the test. In 1521, Martin Luther was excommunicated from the Catholic Church by Pope Leo X. And on this day in 1888, a patent was granted for the drinking straw. So much more information is listed, so if you have time, investigate for yourself here: http://www.on-this-day.com/onthisday/thedays/alldays/jan03.htm.

Oh! And today would’ve been John Ronald Reuel Tolkien’s 121st birthday! Happy Birthday, Professor! So glad you worked at your gift of writing — and shared “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy with us. : )