Good morning and welcome to my Monday Blog!!
Since I started my Monday Blog, Mondays have taken on a whole new meaning for me—I LOVE MONDAYS!!
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend and are looking ahead to a great new week!! Let’s ALL expect rainbows and miracles; they’re out there, that’s for sure! Shoot, I’m a miracle, myself…I mean the fact that I can sit here and BLOG to you every Monday, is truly a MIRACLE—seriously!! Five years ago if someone had told me I’d be sitting here “talking” to you via a BLOG website?…about a BOOK I wrote?…well, let’s just say I probably would have said “Yeah, right…whatever…uh, what’s a BLOG, anyway?…and ME, write a BOOK?…don’t ya think that’s a little waaaay far-fetched?!…like, you’re crazy, dude!”
See, I’ve learned that our personal plans for us and GOD’s plans for us, are quite possibly NEVER the same plans. I’ve also learned that if I TRUST HIM with every aspect of my Life, I can do just about anything that I put my heart and mind into. Key words here: TRUST HIM.
Bottom line here: I am a Miracle (and I know it!).
My philosophy on Miracles: They are NOT coincidences. GOD doesn’t do “coincidences”, He does Miracles…
and in this next chapter of my book, you’re going to read about several Miracles.
Excerpts and Thoughts: “That Melvin Bray”
Chapter 13 – A Good Mourning
“Hope says to us constantly, ‘Go on, go on,’ and leads us to the grave.”
—Francoise de Mainenon, French queen
“It was no time at all before Daddy was knocking on aunt Lucy’s back door. She asked all of us to go into the living room while she told Daddy about Mother.
Ali picked up Fay, and we all did as we were told. Lu closed the door and turned on the television to distract us.
PC took Paddy out the front door and headed out to Aunt Lucy’s vegetable garden in the side yard. I could see them from the living-room window. P. C. had his arm on Paddy’s shoulder as they walked down the individual rows of Aunt Lucy’s well-groomed little garden. At one point, they sat down and disappeared among the tall sunflowers. P.C. was a good big brother and Paddy trusted him.
Lee took her broken heart into Aunt Lucy’s room, threw herself across the bed, landed facedown in the pillows, and quietly began to cry her eyes out, like a little baby. Lu went in the bedroom and lay down beside her, and eventually the little lion fell asleep from exhaustion.
Ali and I played with Lainey and Fay, and although the television was on, we could hear most of the conversation between Aunt Lucy and Daddy.
It was quite obvious that she was furious that Daddy had never gone home on Friday after work, nor checked on his pregnant wife and eight children, who had no phone and no car, for three days and nights. Adding fuel to the fire, since Friday, Mother had been rushed to the hospital and had delivered the baby and died, and Daddy had known absolutely nothing about it until Aunt Lucy had tracked his sorry ass down that morning. Yep he was the MAN.
I couldn’t see either of them, but Aunt Lucy’s voice was strong and powerful. She was on a roll. She had so much anger bottled up inside her toward Daddy that I guess once she got started, she just couldn’t stop. She had just lost the one person on Earth she loved and cherished more that her own life, and she blamed Daddy for that loss.
Frankly, Aunt Lucy was probably the only person on Earth Daddy actually respected, or maybe she intimidated him. Either way, when Aunt Lucy spoke, Daddy listened. When she finished, he left.
Our Daddy didn’t say one single word to any of us kids, not even Lu. He just got in the old Chevy and
drove of, just like any other day. Just way too much responsibility for ole Chill, I guess—a dead wife, a new baby he hadn’t even seen yet, and eight other children who had just lost their mother.
I can hear Daddy now: “Man, I need a drink!”
At almost eight o’clock in the evening, the sun finally set on that blue Monday. Now we would all finally be forced to lie down, close our eyes, and pray it was all just a bad dream.
Wednesday rose with an early morning shower. I actually loved the rain, especially when I was happy. If I’d had to choose, though, I preferred Mr. Sun on my less-happy days and Miss Rain on my happier days. That day was much like the previous few. Aunt Lucy did her best to keep us busy and hopeful. After lunch, she and P.C. went to the hospital to visit with Dr. Cheek and baby Mae and tie up a few other loose ends in preparation for the funeral.
Afterword, we spent the rest of the evening much like the evening before—all together and all dreading the inevitable tomorrow.
‘Today, my friends, our Lillian is beginning her everlasting life and as we read in Psalm 23:6, “shall dwell in the House of the Lord forever.”‘
For some reason, at that very moment, I glanced at the clock by the door to the choir and noticed it was precisely 3:33 pm. I was reminded of Lee’s vision at the hospital—an omen perhaps?
It must have been, since I don’t believe in coincidences; however, I do believe in miracles.
Pastor Meyers then closed the service with a prayer, and we all left the chapel to attend the burial service in the church cemetery.”
I’m SAD. I wrote the book, I’ve read it a hundred times, but still can’t get through this chapter without crying my eyes out. Oh brother!
Remember, these paragraphs are just excerpts from the chapters each week. This particular chapter is long and another tough one for me; however, it’s also filled with much love, kindness, humility, forgiveness, and laughter. I wrote the best funeral I could. WHAT?!
The phrase “DON’T BE AFRAID” is written 365 times in the Bible. That’s a daily reminder from GOD to live every day being FEARLESS. It works, trust me—I had to embrace it daily just to finish my book.
So, here we are again—another big opportunity to live the next week being FEARLESS, kind, non-judgmental, full of hope, prayer and forgiveness. It’s a tall order…I know…and we’re only “human”…oh come on, human, shuman! We can do anything when our hearts and minds are focused UP!
“Just think of it: You are known and remembered by the most majestic, powerful and glorious Being in the universe!You are loved by the King of infinite space and everlasting time—GOD!” —Dieter F. Uchtdorf
GOD is Good. GOD is Great!!
“I am thankful for my struggle, because without it, I would not have stumbled across my strength” — Author Unknown