Are you aware that there are two things that know all your thoughts? Yes, two. Continue reading “2 Things That Know All Your Thoughts”
‘Push’ – The last word from my last post. (1*)
Yes, it may only have four letters, but is can sure sound like it has six, eight, twelve, fifteen, or even more. When would that be? When someone is helping a women who’s close to delivering a baby by saying “PUUUUUUUUUUSH ! “ Continue reading “Ready or Not . . . Now a Mom”
Have you ever cried the first time you heard a song, or as that saying goes ‘balled your head off’? I sure have. One certain song called Because You Loved Me, by Celine Dion, sure did that to me. Still to this day it dampens my eyes.
It has me think of the brain illness called Encephalitis I went through years ago. Not so much about me but my husband who went through it all right along side me. I couldn’t have made it through it without him. So as you listen to every word, you’ll see how it shares bits and pieces of just how he was my eye when I couldn’t see and lifted me up when I couldn’t reach. If you know my story, (click here for part of my story.) then I suggest you get a hanky.
I could have chosen many different videos for this song but, as you begin to watch, you’ll see why I had to choose this one. Sure, it is opposite of who’s who, being I was the one laying down. I’m sure you’ll see why I wanted to use this version of this song.
It’s not just about my husband and the love he showed me, but also about God and the love He showed me. Now being close to twenty-nine years since, I still ponder on just how God carried me from the day it hit me to now. As the song says, He was my strength when I was weak.
I want you to listen carefully, seeing if a person comes to your mind that was holding you tight through a tough trial? Or better yet, how God showed you much love, carrying you even tighter. If this song words if perfectly for you as it does me, please let me know.
– Loved – Five Minute Friday
– Loved –
Note the word ‘Loved’ is past tense. I’ll now think of the many times in my past that I sure have loved.
I have loved the time God opened my heart. I felt He directly said to me ‘I love you’. The most important day of my most important memory lane that began many years ago.
I have loved the time I saw my husband for the first time. That second had me believe that ‘Love at first sight’ can actually be true.
I have loved the outcome of even that, hall shall I say it, uncomforted feeling I felt giving birth to each of my four children. So worth it, indeed.
I have loved how God decided what was the best time for me to have that life changing seizure. It was so obvious God knew the best time and place for it to take place, for it truly showed, even though it was tough, His Fatherly love was right there. (Click here to read more about that day.)
I have loved the entire route I’ve taken at getting my first memoir/book out. It sure hasn’t’ been easy. God showed me it was Him pushing me forward from start to finish.
Why don’t you look back at those times from your past you’ve loved. We should never run out of time to continue thanking God for that love He knew we’d never forget.
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.
– Staring At My Shoes –
“Okay, the doors now shut. I’m home. I’m pregnant. Now what,” I, the most nervous nineteen year old in the world, asked myself. I walked into my home, having found out a few hours before that I was pregnant. There I was, facing the fact I had to tell my parents.
What made it the hardest reason to tell them, or really anyone, was because the year before I shared with them how God had graciously called me one of His chosen; a Christian. But it’s one of those situations where I was then the only one in that home who even understood what that was all about. Don’t get me wrong. My family didn’t shrug me away when I told them I was a newly saved follower of Christ. Far from it. I just felt I had to be a bit on guard in what ever I said or did in that home that year. Needing to tell them I messed up and was pregnant was obviously something I didn’t look forward doing.
Now standing inside, having just prayed outside that door before coming in, I continued wondering what to do as I started hearing my parents talking in the kitchen down the hall.
Should I tell them now or wait? I should just get it over with. Okay. I can do this. I hear them in the kitchen. I guess I’ll just walk down the hall and tell them.
A few steps I went, but the stairs up to my room right there were sure tempting.
Stay to the right, go to the kitchen, and tell Mom and Dad. But no, my nervousness won and I went to the left and started walking up.
Half way up I stopped. NO! Just tell them. TELL them. I then turned around and went back down. Slowly I took a sharp left, went a few more steps and there I was. The shoes I had on I can picture because, as I walked in I was looking down, staring at those shoes. If I didn’t have that comfort inside of knowing God’s Fatherly arm was over my shoulder as I walked in, I don’t know how I could have survived the shame I felt.
Now sure, I’d love to get into detail about what happened in that kitchen, but that is all shared in my book. I will say, however, that I began loving my parents and siblings even more after they learned what I was now facing. Being as I was not the only one of my siblings this had happened to, mind you, explains why my parents weren’t ignorant to this type ordeal. However, my family responded as if I was the only one on earth they cared for and loved. And on that day, I sure needed that.
To be continued.
Click HERE to read how this entire story began.
– 4 Reasons We Need Our Pillow –
1- Pillows help keep your head, neck, and spine in a normal position during sleep.
2- Pillows keep you from waking up with neck pain.
3- Pillows allow you to breathe easier and have improved circulation.
4 – Pillows are a necessity to hold all your thoughts.
Number four I hold to the most.
While I was growing up, there was no staring at your phone or laptop before you decided to turn your brain off and fall asleep. And, having a TV in your bedroom wasn’t as common as it is now. There wasn’t as much stuff around that kept you from thinking like we have today. For me, when my head hit my pillow meant I was going to think, think, and think some more. And what soaked up all those thoughts? My pillow.
As years went by, my pillow began to know more about me than anyone else. After all, it wasn’t worth telling my parents, siblings, or friends my many thoughts that had built up during each day. My pillow sure knew them all, though. Happy and sad thoughts it held. My pillow knew more than anyone else what toys I wish my mom would let me get when younger, to who I had crushes on as I got older, or if my sister would let me wear that one shirt of hers. I know it felt all my joy-filled thoughts when I got my first real job. And I bet my pillow wished it could have told me to zip my thoughts shut after that day I got my driver’s license. And yes, my pillow sure knew how I dreaded getting out of bed for school every morning year after year.
I’m sure it jumped for joy when I began putting many of my thoughts into my new best friend: my journal I kept next to my bed. Here’s an example of what my pillow was spared from.
March 8, 1980 (12 years old)
Today was boring. All I did was clean up around the house. Mom was at work and Dad and David were out of town. It was a pretty day, but totally blah. I didn’t do much of anything that seemed important. A day not to remember. Plus, my skin is extra irritating today. Why me? Why do I have to have eczema on my arms? I mean, out of all the people in my family, why do I have to be the one to have it?
So why am I talking about my pillow? We all have pillows, so what’s the big deal? And why did I put the word pillow in the title of my book?
The day I found out I was pregnant was the day all my thoughts took a drastic turn. (1*) That pillow began its toughest job: hearing all my thoughts that were consumed with guilt, embarrassment, worry, shame, regret, and more questions than I’d ever had. Every night, lights off, I was in my own world, free to load all my thoughts and tears onto my pillow. Family and friends knew some of what I was thinking, but still, not nearly as much as my pillow did. As each new day began, it would hear me think,
“I wish this was all just a dream?”
Then, as I got deeper into writing, including more of how God showed His Fatherly hands carrying me from beginning to end, I began to think differently.
Wait! How dare I not include who else knew all my thoughts: God! After all, He knew far more than anyone or anything about what I was dealing with. God and My Pillow. Perfect!
I felt much peace inside when I decided to give my book the name, using both who knew all my thoughts from beginning to end—God and Your Pillow.
Psalm 139:2-4 describes it perfectly. — You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off. You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.
1* – click here to read when I found out I was pregnant.