Monthly Archives: October 2014

Chapter 23—Take a Deep Breath, Close Your Eyes, Relax

Monday, October 27, 2014

Welcome All, to my Monday Blog!!

As I was heading up to my office just now, humming as I took each step, my husband asked me “what’s that tune?”  Then I replied, “it’s a HAPPY blog-day tune, THAT’S what!” It’s funny…I can’t remember NOT blogging, but it’s only been one short year!! Isn’t it just really cool how GOD works in our lives when we get out of His way? He so wants us to LIVE our gift of Life—to the very fullest—each and every day.

How about you? What’s YOUR Happy tune? Oh, and by the way, I SMILE, when I hum mine. It gives me a little lift in my heart. Yes, it’s a bit childish…and that’s exactly why it works!!  We are wise to remember these words from Jesus:

“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” —Matthew 19:14

“Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child, will never enter it.” —Luke 18:17

“And we must receive His kingdom as children, not by purchase, and must call it our Father’s gift.  —Matthew 18:17

Amen.

This week in “That Melvin Bray”, we find the Mother waiting to go “UNDER” as Maggie contemplates her own fears of hypnosis…kicking and screaming all the way, just like a “little child.”

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Excerpts and Thoughts:  “That Melvin Bray”

Chapter 23—Take a Deep Breath, Close Your Eyes, Relax

“If you have the faith the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains and cast out demons.” —Matthew 17:14-15

Lizzy stood up from behind her desk and suggested we all go out onto the patio for a breath of fresh autumn air. That was a great idea, because when we got outside, it was obvious that Life, the ultimate gift, was truly alive and well just on the other side of the walls of that awful, dreary room Lizzy called an office! Color therapy? I didn’t care what color was embracing me that day; I was sad to the bone.

Being a mother myself, my heart was breaking into a million little pieces all around me as I observed the Mother’s body language. It appeared the grief and sorrow inhabiting her body had slowly and painfully begun to detach themselves from that empty shell of a being her heart had been trapped in for so long. Oh, if I could just cry out loud with her and for her.

“Have you ever been hypnotized, Katherine?”

“No. However, quite some time ago, my doctor suggested that it may be helpful and referred me to you.”

“Would you allow me to use this technique in our therapy?” Lizzy asked.

Katherine leaned forward once again and answered, “My doctor told me of your success with this type of treatment, and if you believe it can help me, I’m willing to try, Dr. Benis. I’m not afraid anymore.”

The Mother was showing signs of faith—maybe only “the size of the mustard seed” , but it was there alright and would prove to be mighty!

“Well, let’s go back into my office and discuss the best way to proceed.”

I thought, Okay, here we go, and we all headed back into Lizzy’s office.

By then, it was about 4:30 and Lizzy was ready to begin the magical process for which she was so famous. As I observed Katherine holding Ricky’s little love note and baby picture, I sensed courage and determination—traits that had become foreign to her over the many years of gripping sadness and grief. Even I had a sense of and hope—as in, I wonder if this is gonna work; I sure hope it does!

Lizzy instructed Katherine to retire and relax on the large, stuffed chaise recliner resting beside Lizzy’s desk. I was to retire to the reception area and relax. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.

I forced myself to doodle for about half an hour but never fully engaged myself in the work, which was weird for me. I couldn’t concentrate, but fortunately, the doctor appeared and asked me to rejoin her and Katherine.

“Bring your sketchbook, Maggie; I need your help.”

We reentered the office, and Katherine was lying on the recliner with her eyes closed as if she were asleep. Without conversation, Lizzy motioned for me to sit at her desk. I did, and I calmly waited for further instructions. Katherine was still “under,” and Lizzy instructed her to describe in specific detail exactly what she  had seen at the bus stop while waiting for the bus the day Ricky disappeared.

I looked at Lizzy but didn’t need further instructions; I simply began to sketch the scenes as Katherine described them. The next couple of hours were quite an experience. I was finally seeing the Fixer at work. What she did for that loving mother that day was truly a beautiful thing.

As the Mother  would remember an individual, Lizzy would direct her to look closely at everything about the person, including his or her style of clothes, the color of his or her clothes and hair, and especially anything that seemed odd or out of place compared to previous days at the bus stop.

I sketched furiously in black charcoal, noting precise colors by each individual’s description. I felt like a forensic artist in a crime lab; it was very intriguing. Something else I found intriguing was the fact that although historically psychiatrists helped adults to find their inner child, in this case, the psychiatrist was trying to help the adult find her outer child—literally. Yes, it was quite intriguing.

Lizzy gave Katherine more specific instructions, and then Katherine opened her eyes and rejoined the two of us. Lizzy was emotionally and physically drained, and Lizzy knew it. This had been a monumental day for the Mother—and for us too.

Katherine was like a new person. The transformation she had experienced from two o’clock to five o’clock that afternoon had been nothing short of incredible. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. When she had come into the office that day, she had been a sad, meek, withdrawn and beaten human being. But she had left Lizzy’s office a hopeful mother, standing proudly with shoulders back, with a conscious determination to make an all-out personal attempt to find out what had happened to her child. Ricky’s love note and baby picture were the finds of the century, and finding those had set her cold heart on fire. She had left that day blazing mad that someone had taken her baby—and just as mad that she had given up on ever knowing what had happened to him. She couldn’t get home fast enough to tell her husband and show him what we had found at the Niceville Festival only a few days earlier.

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The Mother has a renewed spirit and an overwhelming need to find out what happened to her little boy nearly forty years ago!! Maggie and Lizzy are only too determined to help her in this search, and we’ll move closer next week as we begin to unravel this decades-old mystery of a sweet little boy named Ricky…

Join me— Next week:  Chapter 24, One Step at a Time

Until then, I thank you ALL for visiting me each week; your comments and questions are wonderful and I would love to hear from more of you!! My hope is that in some way, I might bring JOY to each and every one of you, in some way, right here, through my Blog.

If you haven’t read my book, I lovingly suggest you pick up a copy. What I do each week here in my blog of “Excerpts & Thoughts”, is only a small portion of the real grit & merit of the story—the REAL messages which I want to share with you, in hopes of being an inspiration and of some personal value to you.

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

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Love,                                                                                                                                                                Margaret

Talent is God-given — Be humble

Fame is man-given — Be grateful

Conceit is self-given —Be careful

“Teach me and I will be quiet; show me where I have been wrong.”                                                  —John 6:24

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live Wisely!!

Wednesday, October, 22, 2014

Good Morning, Everyone!

Here’s my prayer for ALL of us today:

In Jesus’s name, I pray God’s will for you today. I pray that you will be careful about how you live. May you live like the wise, taking each opportunity to DO GOOD. Amen.

(Ephesians 5:15-18)

Love,
Margaret

PS I just love it when someone calls me a “DO-GOODER”, don’t YOU?! XO

Chapter 22 — A Melodious Ray of Hope

Monday, October 20, 2014

Good morning, to all my Blog-Buddies!!

It was such a beautiful weekend here in Atlanta in my “neck-a-the-woods”, as we used to call it back home. I had two of my most “funnest” house guests ever, and we sat out on the back deck munching on candy corn and painting pumpkins for Halloween! What fun we had, too! These are two of my five grandchildren, ages 6 & 7. NEVER A DULL MOMENT, trust me! They really keep me on my toes, as I’m constantly trying to impress them; however, truth is, it works out just the opposite. They’re soooo wonderful, witty and such little characters, I couldn’t possibly love them anymore than I do right this minute…but then, there’s the NEXT minute!!

Alright, let’s get back to “That Melvin Bray” and see what’s going on with those OTHER two  characters of mine, Maggie & LIzzy…

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Excerpts and Thoughts:  That Melvin Bray

Chapter 22 —A Melodious Ray of Hope

“Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops at all – And sweetest in the Gale is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little bird – That kept so many warm.”  – Emily Dickenson, American poet

“The good doctor couldn’t have been more pleased with her new working environment, for herself and her patients. Ta da.

I looked at my watch; it was 2:05, and I knew the routine. The Mother would sit in the reception area for about ten minutes and gather herself. Today, though, I thought, she’ll do so in the welcoming arms of the doctor’s newest addition to the staff, Ms. Olive Green. I think Olive Green should be a Ms. Welcome, dear Mother—meet your new best friend, Ms. Olive Green.

A couple of minutes later, Paula entered the kitchen and prepared a cup of my just-brewed, busting-with-aroma, all-powerful java for the Mother. You’re welcome! As Paula left the kitchen to deliver the hot brew to the Mother, I visualized Holmes sitting in her office, just waiting for the Mother to enter, and then, as she said, it was on!

It was my turn, so I got up and poured myself a nice cup of java and sat back down in my comfortable, pillowed cane-backed chair and commenced to sippin’ away. I was just totally relaxing in the knowledge that we had done a humdinger of a job on the office, and I was elated that we had gotten it all done before the Mother had arrived. All of a sudden, I looked up, and there stood the good doctor.

“You’re not gonna believe this, Maggie!” she exclaimed.

Oh dear Lord—she called me Maggie. That always made me nervous; I figured her news must be serious. I sat up straight in the chair.

“Believe what?” I replied, just as puzzled as she looked.

“Get up and come with me, Maggie. I’d like to introduce you to the Mother.”

“All right, I’m up. What’s going on?”

“Just come on. I’ll let HER tell you,” she whispered as we walked down the hall.

Lizzy led the way back to her office, and as we entered, I saw the Mother standing behind Lizzy’s desk by the credenza, with her back to us. She turned around, and I could see she was holding the little note from the secret box. I looked at her face and noticed she was crying.

She reminded me of Mother. Her skin looked like porcelain—smooth, with just a touch of pink on her cheeks and lips, just as I remembered Mother’s. There was also a faint, but ever so light ‘n’ sweet fragrance of perfume floating around the room, which also reminded me of Mother.  I was feeling a little paralyzed, not traumatized—or maybe mesmerized was more like it. Let’s put it this way: the Mother clearly had an effect on me immediately, and I felt that familiar old uncomfortable-in-my-own-skin feeling, although I didn’t know why. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck wiggling. Eerily strange—that’s what it was. I didn’t know her and had never laid eyes on her, but something about her had a strange effect on me.

The three of us just stood there without speaking for a minute or so. Finally, Lizzy broke the somber silence by introducing the Mother to me.

“Katherine Patricia Lawrence, meet Maggie Chillton.” Without words, we both simply nodded politely at each other.

The Mother was still very tearful, so I refrained from interrupting her feelings with words or a handshake. She held the note in one hand and picked up the framed baby picture in the other as she gazed over at Lizzy. She was desperate for direction and answers. So was I.

Once we were seated, Lizzy asked the Mother to explain to me the connection between her and our little treasures, which we had just welcomed the night before to their new home in Lizzy’s office. Through her tears, the Mother began by telling me that the child in the picture was her little boy and that the love note was from him. I was certain I had heard her correctly, and my mind raced to put this information somewhere it would make sense—but WHERE? I looked over at Lizzy. She looked right through me but remained silent, waiting for me to make the connection.

Then it hit me. Katherine Patricia Lawrence was KPL—the initials on the back of the baby photo! That meant SRL from the love note in the secret box had to be none other than Ricky—Ricky Lawrence, the little boy who had gone missing in 1953! The Mother was Ricky’s mother!

I was filled with sorrow and instantly felt a need to cry myself. I had to force back my tears. Intellectually, I knew my breaking down, even in the honor of the Mother’s loss of her young son, wouldn’t be helpful for either of us. I forced myself back into the Great Pretender mode, which I was more proficient and comfortable in anyway.

I doubt the color therapy had much to do with Lizzy’s success with the Mother that day. Shoot, if we’d had an amazing rainbow sitting on top of our heads right in Lizzy’s office, it wouldn’t have mattered. However, we had hit the jackpot of all rainbows when we’d found Ricky’s treasures at the Niceville Festival that beautiful fall afternoon. Apparently, Ricky and his mother had needed to be reunited. This time, Lizzy and I obviously had been the chosen ones to assist in a miracle—or divine intervention. They were the same thing in MY book.

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GOD works in mysterious ways, but He’s always working!! And, He placed Maggie & Lizzy precisely where they needed to be that day at the fall festival…little Ricky was just waiting there to be “found” and reunited with his loving Mother. Hallelujah!!

Next week, Chapter 23… “Take a Deep Breath, Close Your Eyes, Relax”

We’re definitely getting closer and closer to some incredibly unbelievable events in the pasts of several unique individuals. GOD IS SIMPLY AMAZING!!

You know, sometimes the things we can’t change, end up changing us, as “life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes playing a poor hand well.” (Jack London)

Have a great, exciting and joyful week and keep this in mind:

“Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.” —Mother Teresa

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love, Margaret

P.S.  Make someone SMILE today…I know you can!! XO

NOW WHAT? — WWJD?

October 15, 2014

Happy Wednesday, Everybody!!

“There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of Life, getting back up is living.”

We’ve all seen this before. It’s great advice and I agree with it whole-heartedly. The only thing I would add, would be these four little words:

WHAT WOULD JESUS DO? (WWJD)

This is something I learned a few years back from my 5 year old granddaughter, during a very serous conversation about “doing the right thing”. She was troubled about a playground incident with her friends and she told me how confused she was and finally she said , “so grandma, I just sat there and asked my little self, “What would Jesus do?”

Yep, you know what’s next:  “Outta’ the mouths of babes”. The 5 yr. old did the talking, the grandma did the listening; the ole’ grandma got it!.

WWJD? Ask yourself that next time you’re in a quandary. So simple!

GOD is Good!! GOD is Great!!

Love,

Margaret

“Let your light shine in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in Heaven.”  —Matthew 5:16

CHAPTER 21—THE COLOR OF MOOD

October 13, 2014

Happy Monday, Everyone—Let’s BLOG!!

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Excerpts and Thoughts: That Melvin Bray

“Don’t be discouraged. It’s often the last key in the bunch that opens the lock”—Author Unknown

Chapter 21—The Color of Mood

“How do I feel right now, you ask, Dr. Benis? Well, in the world of colors, I’m feeling darkish sad; it’s a new, awfully dark color. Maybe I should take a little break and go jump off a big cliff. That should ease my pain, right?”

“Okay then. I got a great idea! How about let’s change our dark moods by picking some really bright colors for the office walls? Where’s your big ole color-the-mood book, anyway? I saw you with it somewhere around here the other day.”

“I’ve got it right here, and I’ve already chosen two colors I’m certain will be mood perfect. While you’re listening to your patients’ pain, these colors will silently assist you in the magical healing process that goes on in this sometimes scary but always loving environment you’ve created here.”

“Okay, the fixer in me likes it so far. Proceed with that MFA of yours, Maggs; it’s show-off-‘n’-tell time!”

“Great! The mighty fine artist in me is glad, so here goes. Considering the life forces you interact with here in your office, Dr. Psych, I’ve chosen colors based on three things: The physical life, the psychological life, and the emotional life.

“Let’s start out in the reception area. This is where all your patients first begin their journey toward healing, once they arrive at your office. The fact that they’re here in the first place tells you they’re in need of SOMETHING, and it is related to their physical, psychological, or emotional life. It could actually be all of these or a combination. Either way, they’ve come to you to fix them.

“We finished up at the office and headed back to Lizzy’s. We’d decided to take in a movie that evening and de-stress a little. Lizzy was excited and a little anxious about her appointment with the Mother. Thank God! Now she’d be on HER case for a while, and maybe I could get a break—if only.”

This unlikely pair, two women, a Frued’ish head-case doctor and a Picasso-wanta-be artist are just about to plunge into the abyss of the mystery of a life-time! Heaven only knows what’ll happen next!!

Next week: Chapter 22—A Melodious Ray of Hope

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“There are times when GOD wants to use you in someone else’s Life; it may not be pretty or comfortable, but they need to see Jesus.” —God’s Love (Is Awesome)

I posted this more for me than you, probably. I have some serious work to do, how ’bout you? Let’s pray for each other, okay?

Have a wonderful week and be the BEST you possible!! Remember…It’s all in the HEART…

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE. —1 Cor 13:13

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!!

Love, Margaret

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WHAT’S WRONG?

Monday, September 4, 2017

Happy Labor Day, Everyone and while we’re enjoying our day today, let’s all please remember to keep Texas and all the hurricane victims in our hearts and prayers. Thank you!!

WELCOME to my Monday Blog and a special welcome to all our first-time visitors!!

So, is that a SMILE on your face or what? I can’t tell…it looks like a smile, but if it’s not, then maybe I can help you with that. I know a bit about smiling. Shoot, I’ve spent most of my greatest gift (Life) smiling on the outside, when in reality, I was crying on the inside. Refusing to face my sadness started me on a very long path to the potential destruction of my sweet soul. Early on, I could have changed the course of the empty shell I was growing into, however, I willingly made a pact with an intruder known as FEAR—we became very close. This FEAR was the fear of facing the sad, shameful truth about something which I couldn’t do anything to change. In my case it was all about my earthly father and I took on the burden of carrying his dishonor. This is not a good thing to do, trust me.

FEAR of anything, can be quite crippling and can ultimately suck the Life out of you. YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO YOU.

Like me, you may not even be aware of what’s going on inside you; however, I tell you this only to give you a loving “wake-up call”. There’s no reason to complain about it. What’s that little song…”if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands”…?… well, think about that for a while, and if you can’t clap your hands, then maybe you needed this little wake-up call after all.

Break off that relationship with FEAR, try putting your faith and trust in GOD and you’ll figure out where & why you lost your darling SMILE. Start living your gift of Life today, Baby!!

GOD is Good! GOD is Great!! Always!!!

I  Love you,                                                                                                                                                       Margaret

“Your struggle is part of your story. Embrace it. Pray over it. Write about it. Be proud of it.”  —Margaret McBride

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CHAPTER 20— Peace Brother

Monday, October 6, 2014

“ANSWERS ARE FOUND IN PRAYER…” —Matthew 21:22

… and boy have I been praying a lot more lately, cause I need a lot of ANSWERS!!

To those of you who follow my Monday Blog, as you know by now, I’ve been MIA for several Mondays and am so glad to be back!! Where shall I start? Let’s see now…

Most important, my Mother-In-Law passed away…very sad but as she would say, “Thank you, Lord, I needed that”. What a WOMAN she was and she’s gonna be missed tremendously, by so many!!  Today’s Blog is dedicated to her: “Miss Vila Beth Mayberry”…a force to be reckoned and as that force, she loved our Lord with a passion and I’m certain she’s praising Him right now!!

“O Lord of vast armies, my king and my God, how happy are those who dwell at your house. They’re constantly praising you.”—Psalm 84:4

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Excerpts and Thoughts: That Melvin Bray

Chapter 20—Peace Brother

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.”                    —From a headstone in Ireland

“P.C. was Mother’s second child and first boy, and Aunt Lucy loved him dearly. With Mother gone, she tried to be his shoulder and confidant but still let him have his space. She was trying to help him rebuild his self-esteem with every accomplishment. She blamed herself for a long time for what happened to P. C. that night. It seemed that some sort of tragedy entity had attached itself to Aunt Lucy—but not to her righteous soul. She continued to carry the pieces of her broken heart with grace, somehow determined to strengthen her weakened heartstrings by being more diligent with the rest of us. Was that even possible? She had such empathy for P. C. because of Daddy’s cruelty toward him all those years, and she had plans for a much better life for P. C. now.

Apparently, P. C. and two of his bad-boy friends had gone out on a little wild spree that night. For some reason, P. C. had tagged along with them, and they had ended up on a stranger’s back porch at two in the morning.

The emergency tech had been right when he’d said it was a case of “wrong place, wrong time.”  P.C. had his problems, but I just couldn’t believe he wanted to die that night. No way. He couldn’t have been that messed up on ANY psychological level.

And once again, it was deja’ vu all over again. Once again, Aunt Lucy had the painful task of tellin’ the rest of us. It wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. It was just wrong!

A few minutes later Aunt Lucy walked through the back door and into the kitchen. The minute we saw the look on her face, we knew it wasn’t good, and not one of us had come close in the bettin’ pool. She pulled up a chair and sat down next to little Fay. Before she spoke a word, she reached over and took Fay from her chair and held her in her lap. I remembered that she had done the exact same thing the morning she had told us about Mother. I think I understand why now.

Well, this news was really bad too. It wasn’t like the news of Mother’s death ’cause it was one of us—a different kind of bad but still really bad. Kids were supposed to live forever, unless they got some horrible disease like polio back then. We were all hopelessly stunned.

The next two days were a blur. We all had become way too familiar with the formalities of death and its precise process. This time, though, we siblings decided P. C. would benefit more if we were proactive. We could move on once we’d sent P. C. off with a few of his treasured keepsakes for his heavenly trip. We all got busy, searching for endearing items we knew he had held close to his heart.

Aunt Lucy looked through his wallet and found a great picture of him and Mother sitting on the front porch with our sweet collie, Lucky.

Oh, the sins of the father.

It’s been a long time since our dear P. C. made his heavenly trip, but I think of him at least once a day every single day. I sure do miss him, Lizzy,” I confided.

“No, I don’t want a cigarette, but have ya got any chocolate?”

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Yep, at times, “That Melvin Bray” is a pretty sad story. But, ya know, Life is like that, and this is a story of Life—the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s also a story of strength, disbelief, courage, faith and miracles!

Hallelujah!!

Next week: Chapter 21— The Color of Mood                                                                                        “Don’t be discouraged. It’s often the last key in the bunch that opens the lock.”

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GOD is Good!! GOD is Great!!

Love, Margaret

P.S.  Remember, when God steps in, miracles happen!!