My Field of Dreams

My Field of Dreams

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Blessings and Being Thankful

One of the things I am aware of  this year, is how things that seemed out of control last year at this time, were never out of God's plan. I was reminded of this yesterday as I read this.

" If God is almighty, there can be no evil so great as to beyond His power to transform. That transforming power brings light out of darkness, joy out of sorrow, gain out of loss, life out of death."

" Their souls shall be like a well-watered garden, and they shall sorrow no more at all."
Jeremiah 31:12

In July I went to my regular eye doctor to get eye glasses. What he told me was that because the surgeon
had made a mistake when he did the first surgery, I would never be able to get glasses. Unless I was prepared to go through another eye surgery, I was going to have to live with the way things were.
I was sad and it took me awhile to accept  that God has led me this far in my life, and if this was His will for me, then I would just pull myself together and get over it. I could after all see so much better than before the surgery. I went on my way, trying to be thankful every day and look for the blessings and not think about what I didn't have, but accepted those things that I do have.

This week, I went back to the eye doctor. Only though a series of circumstances that I see as a divine gift.
I saw a new doctor. He ran some new tests that I had never had before. I knew I have been experiencing some changes, the headaches have returned, and my mind of course always races to the what ifs.
At the end of the tests, the doctor looked at me and he said, " I have only read about this in books, I have never seen it before. It happens but not very often." He acted kind of rattled, and I was preparing myself for something bad. He gave me a big long medical name that I wish I had written down.

What he said was that, my eyes have corrected the mistake and now my eyes are almost the same. Instead of one being perfect 20/20 and the other being so far sighted. The far sighted one is now almost the same as the 20/20 one. He showed me how healthy my eyes are and how the lenses have now become my own. There is no signs of any problems and my eyes are very healthy. While he didn't say I had a miracle. He acted like it. He kept shaking his head and looking back and forth to the computer and the readings.

The doctor looked back at last year and showed me how bad my eyes were. He even said that
the kind of cataracts were so different from normal and how aggressive they were even last year.
He said, " It is amazing to see how different your eyes are now compared to a year ago."

I left once again just as stunned as I did last year when I found out how bad they were. Only this year when I came in the house, I sat down and thought about how God had given me a miracle for Christmas. One that I never dreamed of and how just saying I am thankful just doesn't seem enough. I am in awe.

The words from that Christmas song "Mary Did You Know" mean so much to me right now.

"The blind will see, the deaf will hear, the dead will live again.
The lame will leap, the dumb will speak, the praises of the lamb"

I have thought about it for a couple of days. I finally decided I needed to share it. I guess the reason, is that it I find myself saying why me Lord? Instead of saying Thank you to Him, because I know me and He knows me inside out and there are more people who deserve His incredible gifts and yet He gives and gives to me. His goodness and mercy overwhelm me.

It has been an incredible year. I am so glad that God keeps writing new chapters in my life. I have always liked happy endings best. I thought you might too. Have a lovely day.


" A pearl, I'm told is a wound healed. No wound, no pearl."
---In His Everlasting Arms, Gail MacDonald

Monday, December 15, 2014

More Storms

More rain and storms in the forecast. I think that makes for a great start to the last week before Christmas, don't you? It was a red sky this morning and I couldn't really get a good shot of how really red it was today.

I did manage to get a tiny little rug finished. Now will I get it bound before Christmas? I don't know.
It was one that I drew out. It makes me laugh so that is always good. I never knew that drawing shows so much of the inner self. My drawings I think reflect how I feel inside. A bit off balance, things not quite lining up and how funny things make me laugh. It is all in this rug. I guess that is why I like whimsical things. It appeals to my nature.

Just a little silly rug that makes me happy. It isn't very big so it might end up a pillow. Not really sure. It was just an experiment for me.

I hope you have a lovely new week, any time we have storms makes my week that much better.


" She was not afraid of mice---
she loved winter, snow and ice.
To the tiger in the zoo
Madeline just said, "Pooh-pooh."
---Madeline, Ludwig Bemelmans, 1939

Friday, December 12, 2014

Storms and Such

Hello here from very wet California. We didn't loose any trees or anything, we have tumbleweeds and our swimming pool looks like a swamp. It was an amazing storm. The weather page I read, the weatherman said, " All of the people he talks too say, " Keep 'em coming." So I thought that was nice because I feel just the same way. I know I said at the beginning all of the drivel about slowing down and enjoying December.

I have raced willy-nilly though the days, as soon as my feet hit the ground until they fall back in at bedtime.
I have rarely sat and contemplated deep thoughts nor have I spent time in reflection about Mary and her baby son. I have stood in lines and observed life around me. When I was a kid there was the nicest department store in the world, it was called Brocks. I miss Brocks. Sure the clerks were snobby. But at Christmas time there was no nicer store in the world. If you felt a little peckish after shopping you could climb the stairs and they had a wonderful little lunch counter with lovely ladies all dressed up having tea or coffee. I thought of that as I stood in line behind 25 people as the clerks thought about whether it was time to open some more registers.

I hope that next week I can be a hermit, but already I have Monday and Tuesday gone. My calendar looks like it has been dipped in paint.

One thing I thought about this week, as I stood in a line at the post office. There used to be a man that worked at the post office. His name was Harry. He had a long beard that went down to his belt and long hair half way down his back. Going to the post office when Harry was working was a treat. I always stood and prayed that It would be Harry I would get to wait on me. When you walked up to Harry's side of the counter, you entered into the realm of a kingdom. He made you feel like the most important person in the world. No matter what was going on in your life, some how Harry knew just how to make you smile or laugh. When he retired, our local news did a story on him. It seems that I wasn't the only one who thought Harry was special.
The other day as I made it up to the counter and the man who waited on me did nothing but complain and whine and moan about working and the people. I kept thinking of Harry. Nothing I said to the man behind the counter made him smile or be happy, finally I just sighed and gave up.

 I hope you have a wonderful weekend. We have a couple more storms coming. I feels so thankful for the rain. The ground is happy I think to finally have moisture. Tomorrow, tumbleweeds will have to be piled up to be burned. We still have that handy-dandy burn permit. Boy do tumbleweeds burn. I will try and remember to take a video of it.
Have a wonderful weekend,

"We are going to be introduced to Mr. Dickens," he said.
" I thought he was dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, trembling.
"Authors live forever!" said Agamemnon in her ear.
---The Peterkin Papers, Lucretia P. Hale, 1880

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

A Foggy, Wintery Day

Today we have a foggy day. The last few years, it was so dry that we wouldn't have fog. It was too dry. Along with the tiny changes that are going on, the rain we have received so far with more to come, fog brings its own beauty. I never saw it that way until this year. Having it be so dry, these shots of drops are to me such blessing. It smells outside of a deep freeze. The drops falling into the leaves. The moisture clinging to the trees and grass, are to me as precious as diamonds. Here are a few I took this morning.

Drops on the Bradford Pear trees
The drops of fog on the last of the Morning Glories 

The final leaves of fall
Roses covered in diamonds

The gifts of flowers
Having the promise of rain again is something I am so thankful for and so needed. Every thing is turning green and it is so pretty to see. I love that here in California, having brown most of the year, and how just the tiniest bit of rain changes all of that brown to green. I find that the smallest blade of grass is in of itself a  tiny miracle. 


  To him it was not the gift
that mattered, but the giver.
---"The Turnip," Tales Told Again, Walter de la Mare, 1927