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It’s The Thought That Counts

It’s The Thought That Counts

  For the longest of time, I thought that my home had horrible lighting.  Normally, we don’t get direct sunlight through our windows but we do get light. With our regular go-to cameras, the light that I was getting wasn’t good enough. Mr.C. has seen me fight with our cameras settings so many times just to get the picture right.  To get the color correct.  To fix the white balance.  Trying my best to get the best pictures out of a 9 and 5-year-old camera. Yup, both our cameras we have had for years.  His Canon (point and shoot) was bought back in 2003, and my Olympus (point and shoot) was bought in 2007. Both are, and were great cameras, but I was getting to a point where the pictures were not coming out the way that I liked, and definitely not the way that I planned.   Knowing When To Throw In The Towel   After fighting with the cameras for years (going back and forth with them), I finally gave up.  Neither one was giving me the results that I wanted or liked, and I didn’t feel the need to carry around cameras that I wanted to throw on the floor. That was how fed up I was with them. I knew that some point this year, we were going to get the new iPhone 5.  Don’t know when it’s going to happen, but I know it is going to happen. In the meantime, I settled for taking pictures with my iPhone as a point and shoot camera and counted down the weeks until the phone was...
Sunday Prayer: Final Stretch

Sunday Prayer: Final Stretch

Dear Lord, It always seems like time is speeding by when we come to a deadline. It’s almost as if we were hoping that by putting off the task, it would be easier if it was done later. Also Lord, it feels like no matter how much preparation you think you have done, you never feel ready. So all I want to say is: thank you Lord for allowing me to be calm during these last several weeks of my pregnancy. I am not feeling stressed out like I did the first time, and I have a sense that everything I need, I already have. Thank you for the support system that I have, and thank you for the many friendships that I have in my life: both new and old. Everything has truly been a blessing....
Sunday Prayer: In Due Time

Sunday Prayer: In Due Time

  Dear Lord, There are times when I look at an item or product and I tend to want it now.  Please help me remember that if it was meant to be, we make a way for me to have it, and I’ll have it in due time. Thank you Lord for the ability to distinguish my wants from my needs and family needs.  I know that I’ll have everything that I should have in due time. Thank you Lord for allowing me to already experience childbirth.  As my pregnancy comes closer to an end, I know that one way or another this child is going to come out when he’s ready–in due time. Please help me remember that even though there are a million things I would like get done and clean up before the end of the day, I know that everything that should be cleaned up will be cleaned up and it will happen in due time. And finally Lord, please help me not be so hard on myself.  I know there is a clear distinction between expectations and capabilities.  I should not beat myself up for something that I am not currently capable of doing.  With practice, I know I’ll learn the new task–in due time....

A Day of Remembrance

A year ago, I decided that I had to turn off the TV for the 9/11 memorials, and this year it rings true for me again. Like many New Yorkers, the events are still fresh in our minds despite the fact that it happened 11 years ago.  To many of us, it felt like it was just yesterday, and just talking about it can bring up vivid memories of where we were, how we felt, and exactly what we are doing. I know that these feelings are not unique to only New Yorkers, but it feels like they are, since for many of us, the attacks happened in our own backyards. I have written about the events, and my feelings for not tuning in haven’t changed. …Even though it has been ten years since the tragic events, I haven’t talked about what happened to me during that day or what I felt. I’m trying to open up, since that is the best way to heal. I know these things take time, so for me this is a first step. I wasn’t in Manhattan, I was in Brooklyn. I was nowhere near the bridges, watching the horde of people march across and looking for safety, but I was still a witness to these events. That day, I can remember in clear detail of what I felt, and saw. My city was in chaos, and my borough was not doing any better. Fire engines were blaring up and down the main streets to get to Manhattan to help. Ambulances were racing to go where people were running from…[click here to read more]...
Sunday Prayer: Laughter

Sunday Prayer: Laughter

Dear Lord, Thank you so much for my daughter’s laughter. There are times when I fret and worry about how I’m raising her and if I’m doing a good job, and her laughter is a swift reminder that I’m taking things too seriously. Thank you for allowing me to see the joy in her eyes and share in her happiness when I am in doubt. Thank you for allowing me to look at things with a child’s perspective and seeing the beauty in all things around me. Also Lord, thank you for the reminder that even when things are not looking good, its up to us to make a sunny day and to appreciate the now instead of worrying about the later. All of that I can see when my daughter smiles. Thank you for the reminder....
Sunday Prayer: Remembering to Give Thanks

Sunday Prayer: Remembering to Give Thanks

  Dear Lord, Thank you for this one body.  This very same body that I have to learn to love, because I have only one.  No matter the changes that it goes through, it will still be mine at the end of the day. Thank you for my family.  No matter the struggle, you have given me people in my life to help me through it.  You have given me people to remind me of my journey. Thank you for my children.  Though I have one on the way, I thank you for letting my body carry a life within me.  No matter what, I know you have given me everything I need in order to create. Thank you for life.  Every day is a treasure and a gift.  Not something that I should take for granted.  While it has no guarantee, every breath I take, I make sure I take it with purpose. Sometimes I don’t say thank you enough, thank you for the reminder....

Life is What You Make of It

I have heard the phrase, ” Life is what you make of it” countless times. In fact so many times that I am not really sure if Eleanor Roosevelt was the first one to say it. But since that I have matured (and aged)–I can understand it and see the truth in the words. Life simply is what we make of it. Each decision we make–good or bad–shapes our lives. This phrase is far from working hard and getting what you dreamed of. There are countless times when a person strives hard, but it just wasn’t their time for their dreams to come true.  That doesn’t mean that they failed, just mean that it wasn’t their time yet. I really think this phrase has a lot to do with HOW that person reacts to not reaching their goals and how happy are they with all the decisions that they made so far. Everyday it’s usually hard for us to keep a positive outlook when we are experiencing life.  Let’s face it, there are just things that will just get us down.  But I love this phrase, because things may get us down, but that doesn’t mean it has to keep us down. Among all the things that we have remember, and go through, I hope this is one thing that we won’t forget: Life truly is what you make of...

It’s All About Our Perception

This Memorial weekend, aside from spending time with family, I can honestly say it is a great wake up call. I am not a military person, and those who I know who served in wars have long passed away, but I can’t help to think about what they went through. Not just those who were in my life, but all the soldiers who have served and are currently serving this country. I could just imagine that after serving in a war; you come home and feel completely out of place. Instead of fighting for your basic right to live, you come home to complaints about sales, or some non trivial thing–nothing comparable to being on the front line. No wonder a lot of soldiers re-enlist. Memorial day is a way for me to not just honor those that have fought and died, but to honestly put things in perspective. These men and women are on the front lines day after day risking their lives for us. In many cases, the unit they belong to are a second family. They look to that person on the left and on the right to protect them. Just as those people look for the soldier to do the same. When you just think about a person who chose to do these things and those who volunteered to fight, my bloggy fingers goes out to them. Nothing that I can say I did was truly life and death. I never saw what they saw, or had to do what they did. In all honestly, sometimes the mundane things in life are the very things...
Sunday Prayer: A Mother’s Prayer

Sunday Prayer: A Mother’s Prayer

I’ve been slacking on my Sunday Prayer lately, but this week I’ve got a prayer that was sent to me from my cousins.  It was a prayer they sent over for mother’s day, and I meant to post it up last week, but weekends lately have been somewhat crazy. What made me really want to share this post is that my cousins recently lost their mother, so this was their first mother’s day with out their mom and their father (who also passed away years ago). I am thankful that they thought of me during this mother’s day, even though I know that it was a day that they would be hurting much.  I’m very glad to have cousins like this in my life. I hope that you enjoy the prayer as much as I did. A Mother’s Day Prayer   I [we] thank you, Creator of us all, from my [our] mother[s]. I thank you that she gave me life and nurtured me all those years. She gave me my faith, helping me to know you and to know Jesus and his ways. She taught me how to love and how to sacrifice for others. She taught me that it was okay tor cry and that I should always tell the truth.   Bless her with the graces she needs and which you want to give her today. Help her to feel precious in your eyes today and to know taht I love her. Give her strength and courage, compassion and peace. Bless her this day with your love....

Life’s Lessons

I’ve been quiet lately.  Too many things on my  mind. Just trying to process it all. What really has me thinking is that sometimes, we never really bother to understand our loved ones until they are gone. Growing up, my Dad did a lot of things that didn’t make sense (at the time), like freezing bread.  We always though that was crazy, until we started doing it ourselves. But one of the things that really has me interested, is what he was interested in.  My Dad liked to listen to Jazz, and at the time, I never had an ear for it.  I always thought it was just old music.  Yes, I can give credit to the classic Jazz musicians, but my interest beyond that didn’t go far. Now, since it’s been 5 years since his death, I can understand his appreciation for Jazz.  Heck, I now fully appreciate it as he did. Another thing is Science Fiction.  I was NEVER a fan of Sci Fi, and one show in particular was Star Trek.  After watching the reboot of Star Trek (2009) the movie (also known as TOS), I started to look back on the series that my dad loved so much.  Although still a beginner in the Sci Fi world, I really do enjoy the 1966 original series. I don’t know what it is though.  Growing up, do we naturally try to shun away from our parents interests, just because it is THEIR interest?  Did I have a mental block on other things around me? It’s just seems that while he was living I didn’t take the time to fully understand his thinking, and his...
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