A BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

💕Today was my 52nd birthday! I know,  a women's age should be a secret, but in my case I'm sure you will understand if I would want to mention it.

52 years ago I was given no chance to survive!  My folks was told that if I make it,  my quality of life would be poor.  I would not be able to speak, walk, read, write , or be educated.

God by His grace had other plans for me, witch I am intensely grateful for!
with each birthday I' m reminded that I had zero chance to survive, my life is a gift.  So is yours...

Today I was contemplating:what makes birthday's so special? and came to the conclusion that, it's all about RELATIONSHIPS we have and the LOVE we experience through them.

Those who love you, make an effort to connect with you, or, do things for you and that makes life worth living!
 
For example my sister-in-law popped in this morning, before 8pm (catching me in my PJ'S😉) with a bunch of white Lilies from her garden!

It meant much more than a expensive gift because I realise how valuable her time is to her.

A friend pops in  with a handmade card.
 
My hubby and daughter is hard at work. Showing their love through  preparing for tomorrow's breakfast party .  Can't wait!

Family and friends will be joining us for a scrumptious feast, outdoors in my garden.

Why?

Most probably  they are starving😋 or because they love me, are glad for me and like having me in their lives.

We only have one chance to live but it's no fun doing it alone. So live and love in every opportunity of togetherness.  For tomorrow is not a given.

Love you all who make my life so special💕 

 

THE ODDNESS IN ME

💕"When I was small and Christmas trees were tall..... 

" .....Now we are tall and Christmas trees as small.(copy write to The Bee Gees 1969)

These lyrics of the song popped up in my head when I decided to continue my story, thinking about my younger years. My gosh! time really flies.  Seems to go faster the older you get.😉
 
So, when I was small my physical challenge was a constant reminder that I was different from other children.
 
At age 4-6, I had to crawl to get from A-B. As time past, I made use of crutches and later wheelchairs to get mobile.



My school choices were limited, due to accessibility and the fact that I needed special Therapies.

In my years, I needed to undergo several operations.  Which took huge chunks of time out of my life.  Two to three weeks in hospital and then up to eight weeks Intensive physiotherapy, to get me mobile again.

My intentions with writing the above, is not at all to make you depressed, or to make you feel sorry for me.  That's the last thing I would want is your pity!  For pity paralyses.

What I'm trying to bring across is that life is difficult and tough at times for all of us.

We all have burdens or challenges to carry. Some more obvious and in your face then others. Some are externally observable and some we hide internally, where no one can see.

But we all feel like the odd one out! Truth is the person next to you, whom you think has got it all together, has his or her own challenges to bear.

What am I getting at? We are all unique. With our own challenges and difficulties.  This makes us different, odd, or unique.

Let's cultivate more compassion for the oddness in all of us instead of fear.
 
Oddness draws attention and if we do not fear and run from it, we might discover a jewel of a person behind it.  we might have an opportunity to a life long relationship. An opportunity to grow in character. Oddness makes us unique. It's not necessary a bad thing.

Share your thoughts in the comment box!


ME MUM AND I 💕

IDENTITY

When I began to write this post,

I wanted to begin with a definition or explanation of what identity means. 

Then I decided that we all know that identity means, Who you are?

That got me thinking... Do we really know who we are? 

If I asked you who you are, you would most probable respond with your Name, hesitate a few seconds, then start rambling of some attributes launched by descriptive Words.

a Year ago, I met a new friend, who came over for coffee and out of the blue, she asked:"Sune, who are you?"

To be honest the question rattled my cage and I got thinking about it.

First, I thought about my names and attributes as I mentioned a few lines back. e.g.(Sune, loves people, is a wife, warm person, strong etc.

I realised that all my self descriptions and attributes, others have voiced about me, could change, except for where I originated from.

I was born into a certain family. So, I would always be of that clan and bare their attributes. Yes, I could change my name if I chose.

But that would not change who I originated from.
 
So, I am a spirit being, created by God, in His image and because He made me, nothing can change  who I am in Him.

It's a mouth full I know! All I ask is that when you look at yourself in the mirror. Ask the question; Who made me? I promise you'll find who you are.

This song describes what I'm trying to say. Relax and listen to the words.  Then ask yourself this question: "Who am I?"Or rather, Who made me?"

Copy Write Lauren Daygle.
   
Chit-Chat-Chow!

 

God's Greatness In A Song

I discovered Lauren Daigle's Music through my teenage daughter.

 

The warm huskiness in her voice gives me goosebumps! She sings with passion and feeling.

 

The song I chose is a golden oldie in the gospel world, but still such a accurate description of God the Almighty Creator! 

 

Dad loved this songs lyrics. A true  reflection of how he lived his life with God.  Constantly in awe about creation and the fact that the Almighty God chose humans to relate with. 

 

Dad went to be with God in 2017 and I know that he is singing God's Praises with this song.

 

Leave a comment and let me know what this song means to you.

 

Till later.



(copy write Lauren Daigle)

Plain And Simple Perfection

I was reminded this weekend, that plain and simple, is perfection.

As I told you,

 I live in sunny South Africa and winter is slowly but surely bidding us goodbye.


In front of me, my favourite focal point . A big old olive tree. Looking on to a ice blue pool.

Observing the Finches creatively weaving their new nest for hatch lings  on their way.  Relaxing.

For Lunch we  had a "Boerewors braai".  For those of you don't know,  It is a kind of sausage, cooked on an open fire.  Accompanied with fresh baked rolls and avocado!

Simple food, nature and awesome company

What more do we need from life!

HARTBEAT

Recently, my hubby had to be away from home and I can vouch, that the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder, is true.

As hubby drove of in the very early morning hours.

 I experienced ambivalent feelings.

On the one hand I looked forward to having a little less responsibility,
more ME time.

On the other hand feelings of emptiness, loneliness even a little anxiety crept up on me.
 Part of me was gone.

I did what  I always do when I ignore my feelings, keep myself busy  with house chores, my daughter etc.

But ,when  I  lay in the dark, tucked away in our Queen sized bed. The distance  felt like an eternity between us.

Twenty-three Years together has passed in a wink of in eye.  All the differences, screaming  matches and icy-withdrawals, were insignificant.

I love his quiet strength. Dependability.  Faith .Pride in his family. Humour. Playfulness and many more.


Most of all, I love, that he is a living, breathing part of me . 

Something I miss when it's gone.  Someone who completes me.   Someone I would like to discover more of in the next 23 years              

In The Beginning......

My life began like any other birth. The air filled with expectation.

I drew attention from the beginning though.

complications at birth, premature and later diagnosed with cerebral Palsy. A condition affecting my mobility and tone of muscle.

Efforts were made to improve my mobility. 

Medical procedures,long Painful recovery periods, consisting of intense physical Therapy. 

All trying there best to get me mobile.

 51 years later and I'm still drawing attention from my motorised wheelchair.

yes, I know, It's  a bummer! But as I grew older I wondered if we,(I and all significant others in my life), have not missed the plot.

What if my physical challenge was not born to be cured or fixed, but to be a constant reminder that the outer man fades and the inner fights the battle?

You tell me?

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