Burden – Five Minute Friday

               – Burden – Five Minute Friday –

It’s  been a while since I’ve taken part of the Five Minute Friday. Incase you don’t know, it’s a fun challenge I take, being part of a group of writers where we are given one word each Friday morning. However, we have to try our darnedest not to spend more than five minutes, writing what ever we want to with that word somehow included.

So, on your mark . . . get set . . . GO !

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First question – Have you ever had  to give a helping hand that took tons of your time, effort, thoughts, and muscle? Admit it. It can be one bit of a burden. I bet tons of examples pop up of burdens that have come your way, right?

Next question – Have you ever had to deal with one extra large burden that also made you smile?

A few years back I did a few cleaning jobs at a retirement center. One was helping an older man’s apartment stay clean. I kept busy putting extra this-and-that’s in it’s right spot here-and-there, along with keeping those counters and carpet spotless. One dear, older man I was glad to help.

After a few years, he had to move to another retirement place close-by. One problem: I was the only one he had locally who could help him move. No way can I share all that needed to be done, especially on moving day. From 8am to 11:00pm, I gave it my all. It’s impossible to explain how tired I was when my head finally hit my pillow.

All day, as I was working – almost literally, my tail off  – I was wondering if I just might be in that man’s situation when I get older. That caused one of my favorite verses come to mind off and on all day.  — Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

I could have title it all a burden, especially that one sure tiring day. But that ‘burden’ caused me to smile more than frown, making it feel far less less of a burden than I could have.  Through it all, I knew I wasn’t alone. God rolled up His sleeves right along with me as I rolled up mine, being I felt He was working right next to me. He sure gave that boost I needed. The best timing of a few things occurred, the perfect person showed up at the perfect time, and that last item I had to load in my car barely fit, but it did ! More encouraging things that occurred would take forever to write.

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When my bed hit that pillow I sure was fried, but I knew all the work was worth it. Better yet, I knew God was right there with me thinking ‘Mission accomplished.’

 

 

 

 

Okay, so maybe the rough draft took a bit more than five minutes, but well worth all the remembering. (I wont’ say how long fixing that rough draft took.)

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

 

Backwards – Song #29

                   – Backwards – Song #29 –

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Look back at your past. Think about a few of those unforgettable times you wish were taking place again right now. Need help? Then listen. You’ll see why I chose this song when it hits 43 seconds.

 

After the first time I heard this song, it instantly fit in my Favorite’s Song family. As the list began playing, I instantly began thinking of all the things I’d get back.

Me? I’d get my home on the perfect dead end back, I’d get my dog back, I’d get my saxophone back, I’d get our very first microwave back,

I’d get our front porch swing, life down at our creek, and veg with my friends just down the street.

I’d get my job at Winchell’s donuts back, I’d get my job as a Mariners Ball Girl back,

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I’d get my very own Bug back.

 

 

I’d get my love-at-first-sight back (Wait. I never lost my love-at-first-sight. We’re still married!)

I’d get my first labor pain from having my first child back. (Wait. I really don’t want that back.) I’d get our first dish washer back. I’d get the joy of seeing my first grandchild born back.

These are just a few things I’d get when I play this country song.

What’s on YOUR list? Share a few things you’d want back.

 

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

Let It Be – Song #12

                     – Let It Be – Song #12 –

 

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Time to be honest. Who watched Sesame Street when they were young? Better yet, who watched it in the 70’s when I did? If so, then good chance you remember certain songs from back then about certain letters of the alphabet. If I heard any of them now I’d be able to sing them word for word. Occasionally, they had a well-known song altered just a hair to focus on a certain letter. You now get the chance to guess which letter this song was used for.

 

Did you guess? Now sure, more words in the Sesame Street version were altered to go with the main word change, but the main word is what I’m talking about.

Did you guess those words ‘Let It Be’ were turned into ‘Letter B’?

Sorry, but I bet from now on each time you hear this song you’ll be like me. You’ll think of the ‘Letter B’.

Okay, I give in. I want you to see what Sesame Street did with the original. Have fun!

 

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

Sharing Songs – Song #2

                  – Sharing Songs – Song #2

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Click the song  below to listen as you read.

Song (n)

– A piece of music, usually employing a verbal text, composed for the voice, esp one intended for performance by a soloist

– A short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.

 – The act or art of singing

I’m sorry, but my definition of ‘song’ is simple. A song is a  M.U.S.T.

If you haven’t read my last post, catch it now. ( 1*) It shares how I decided to take part of a challenge. That challenge is for those connected in a certain group of other writers that I am currently part of. It is to write a five minute (or so) piece that shows every day this month, not only on Friday as is usually planned. We get to choose a different theme each day or choose one theme to last the entire month. That’s what I chose.

My subject: Songs.

Music means the world to me, as I’m sure it does to many of you. Quite a few songs are more than just sound and entertainment to me. I have specific memories and feelings connected with many of them. That perfect tune from way back when is permanently attached to my heart as it opens up a memory from my past. Many dig deep into what’s  going on around me now as well. My favorites often show how God is right there with me, being He is one of the main reasons behind many of the songs I choose.

The song today is different than the ones that will normally be showing. It’s an instrumental. Being I’m not talking so much about the words of an individual song today, like I plan to do starting tomorrow, I just grabbed this song. There is a reason, however.  I played saxophone in high school, and couldn’t help but love this group, Spyro Gyra.

(I’m that one way up top, second from the right.)

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I want you to start thinking of your special songs. Do you have any that stand out more than others? Have fun and share your thoughts about yours, and what they mean to you. Heck, you might tell me about a special song I forgot I also cherish. Who knows, I might play it here this month as well !

 

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

Anniversary – Five Minute Friday

                  – Anniversary – Five Minute Friday – 

So here I am, thinking about what I could write from this weeks one special word: Anniversary.             

                                                  “Hmmmm. which one should I use?” 

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Do I focus on the 30th anniversary my hub and I had a little over a month ago? Of course that came to mind first being I still keep thinking how God spoiled me, bringing that man  into my life.

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Then an anniversary of a few other important things popped into mind.

The anniversary of bringing my first baby into my life. God used that day as the final frosting, only 6 hours labor from start to finish, after an incredible easy pregnancy. Then of course the three others that followed the next nine years. I love birthdays.

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Then thoughts flew to mind the beginning of a new type life that began December 20th of 1990. The day I got hit with Encephalitis – a brain affected illness – the day that began one major trial for me and many others.

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I make that an anniversary being God, too, began that day holding me, proving to others He was in charge of that entire ordeal as well.

And how can I leave out tons of those little itsy-bitsy anniversaries. The day God had us spot Sammy at a dog pound, the best puppy made just for us. Or the day we moved into an obviously God given home we’ve now been in for 20 years. If I had more time, this  type anniversary list would go on and on but . . . 5 minutes is now almost up.

So I’ll end with one fact about all these anniversaries. Thinking of them all had me see God was the center piece of each one. That then had me realize the best anniversary for me out of them all was the day God let me know, 33 years ago . . . I was one of His.

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

That ‘No WAY Do I Wanna Forget’ Summer

          – That ‘No Way Do I Wanna Forget’ Summer –

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My last posting’s title was The ‘I’d Like To Forget’ Summer Continues.  Let me explain why that title had done a total turn around being it became one I never want to forget.

My last sentence from my last post begins to explain why –  God decided that evening, during that song, to unlock someone’s heart: mine  – Its best you read it and see what was up with this song.  (1*) –  Nothing great about that song but still no way will I ever forget those few minutes. It changed my way of thinking because it changed my heart. But the song wasn’t what changed my thinking. God did.

Shortly after she started singing, for some strange reason I began picturing in my mind a man’s somewhat generic-looking face looking at me right over my shoulder, quietly saying a few times, “I love you.” 

What in the world? It kind of looks like Jesus is saying that directly to me!

Hard to explain, but it was as if  He was giving me a little tap on the shoulder, getting my attention, letting me know He loved me. I repeat, hard to explain. 

Man, oh, man, something is totally happening!

Now, just for the record, I’m not at all one to encourage the world to let emotions take over. Our emotions can be so misleading. I wasn’t as aware of this fact back then as I am now, but I still knew enough to know that it wasn’t any overly exploding emotion that caused all this. I just know one thing: something of great value was taking place.

What’s happening? Nothing’s really great about this lady’s way of singing, and it’s not like the words of this song are really an emotion grabber. So WHAT’S GOING ON

So many Bible facts I grew up with, plus the things I had been hearing those last few days about Jesus dying for sinners, finally clicked. He died for MY sins. It was as if God put a key in the door that opened my heart, allowing me to see how undeserving I am of that love. Right then I felt like dirt. Right then I felt I needed His forgiveness for how sinful and selfish I had been those eighteen years. 

I then began feeling this full load of sin taken off my back, being replaced with forgiveness and love. I felt broken, but then repaired. Man, what a refreshing feeling. Sure, I had never killed anyone and was, for the most part, a clean-cut girl, but now I knew that wasn’t enough.

Finally, the few things I had heard from other believers and some of the messages given that week made sense. It was that night God chose to . . .

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It was as if some light that I was trying to find finally sparked! I was face-to-face, looking at that light. 

I finally began understanding what this ‘new heart’ thing meant! Wow! When that song was almost over I leaned over and whispered, “Willma! Something special just happened! I feel different,” 

To be continued.

1* – Click here to read where I was when hearing that song.

2* – Click here and read why I originally  wanted to forget that summer.

 

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.

 

 

That ‘I’d Like to Forget’ Summer Continues

              That ‘I’d Like to Forget’ Summer Continues

 

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At eighteen, I was having a long, boring, fewer-friends summer right after graduation. (1*) That was the main reason I accepted the invite from my friend Willma to go to a Christian camp the first part of September. The second reason was to hopefully start understanding what all this ‘born again’ and ‘saved’ stuff meant.

A full-day bus drive from western Washington to Montana, filled with twenty or so college-aged folks.

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That bus load was meeting lots of other groups from other places at that campground for about a week. The drive was a bit uncomfortable for me, having never been around so many at one time who said things like ‘God did this’ or ‘God did that.’   – I’m so glad Willma can blend right in with them. I’ll just keep smiling and look like I understand what they’re talking about.

I met more people once we got to this beautiful retreat campsite. But one question kept popping up each time I met someone new. Most asked me, “When were you saved?” or “How long have you been a Christian?” I was a weeeeee bit uncomfortable being I was totally ignorant of what all that meant. Since I was baptized when I was an infant, I was already convinced I was going to heaven. Of course, the priest at St. Francis never used the words ‘saved’ or ‘Christian,’ so being around others who shared that vocabulary was all new to me.

“I’ve been Catholic all my life,” was my answer to the first few who asked.  —That doesn’t sound right. I’d better word it more like others here do.  — “I’ve been saved all my life.” (That sure felt weird to say.) That must be better. Now I sound like everyone else.

I was enjoying those first few days, meeting nice people and hearing many interesting messages about how God, Jesus, and the Spirit apply to our daily life, many things I had never heard before. And not only had I never heard these types of messages before, but never by a college aged man standing up in front, all kicked-back wearing jeans! I learned that first evening that “normal” people can know the Bible. And to top it off, that you don’t have to wear a robe like a priest to preach. “Learn something new every day” seemed to fit right in that first evening and each day that followed.

As days went by, I liked this camp even more. These people seem rather normal. I’m getting used to all this ‘saved’ stuff, and sort of understanding a few things about it now too.

The last night there, serious yet fun speeches, skits, and songs were performed by a few groups of individual campers, along with the final message. My friend Willma an I were in one group of six, singing a humorous song with a biblical theme. (Willma is the farthest right and I’m next to her with that beautiful fluffed up hair.)

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I’ll never forget watching all the people laugh as we sang.

Our song came to an end; time to sit down.

A little bit later, another lady about my age went up to sing a Christian song. Being I was unaware of any Christian radio stations, I never had heard that song she sang, and nothing outstanding stood out about it. I even thought her voice wasn’t that wonderful, but boy, I’ll still never forget it. God decided that evening, during that song, to unlock someone’s heart: mine.

To be continued.

1* – Press here to read what had taken place before this event.   

Marianne Petersen’s book God and Your Pillow is now available. (Amazon) – You can follow Marianne on Twitter at @marimemoirs and read more on her blog, marimemoirs.com.