Christmas Memories~

Christmas Memories~

23 December 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

What are your favorite Christmas memories spent with your grandparents? Did you used to bake cookies / other desserts with Grandma or Grandpa? Or do you simply remember being surrounded by them on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, relinquishing the cherished memories of simply being together.

 

This holiday season will be the first Christmas without my grandmother, a wonderful lady who taught me so many things in my thirty years of life. She taught me how to work hard for what you’re most passionate about, never give up, and never stop trying. She taught me that one doesn’t have to have good looks to be successful in life; among other things. Ever since I was a little girl, I enjoyed baking with her. Saturday afternoons growing up, I’d go next door to my grandmother’s house where she had fresh baked cookies cooling on the counter, and always offered to make me some tea. She had a ton of different kinds of tea, so she always gave me my list of options of teas I could choose from. She’d always recommend one, too, and together we’d sit together at the kitchen table, and she’d look over the day’s newspaper or magazine and ask me what I was up to these days, even if she’d only seen me a few days before. My grandma always had her dark hair, no matter how old she was, short and permed perfectly. Her bifocal glasses sat at the edge of her long nose. Her hands were spotted with age, but ones that reminded me of comfort, love, and patience as she taught me how to sew images on dish towels and kneel at the foot of the bed at night before saying my prayers.

 

I’m thinking about my grandma a lot this holiday season, such as how, every year, she created little drops of fudge and divinity for her grandchildren to enjoy. My sisters and I, my parents, and as many cousins as could come, celebrated Christmas Day afternoon opening gifts that my grandmother had given to all of her grandchildren. You could tell, simply by the joy on her face, that she adored seeing the looks on her grandchildren’s faces as they opened their gifts, while being quite humble about her own gifts. My grandma put her whole heart into the spirit of Christmas, and aside from God, family meant the most to her. I so wish I could hear her laugh again, her pleasant voice, and the comfort one can have simply by being in their grandmother’s presence. I plan to one day tell my future children about her and the woman who meant so much to me. I loved her very much.

 

This holiday season, make sure you’re humble within the spirit of Christmas, that you’re more excited to give rather than receive gifts. Cherish the sweet home holiday traditions you share with your families, and study them fondly so that one day, they’ll be rigidly clear in your mind as you think upon what once was. Bake lots of Christmas cookies and candies, even if you end up having to throw some. Buy different kinds of wrapping paper. Find lots of cute little knicknacks and streams to hang around your house, aside from a simple Christmas tree. If, in your head, you’re finding excuses to not go to a certain relative’s house or to visit this person or that person – don’t think on the negative. Because Christmas is about the positive, and sharing the season of giving and sharing with those we love most.

 

Happy Holidays, everyone πŸ™‚

 

JMK~

 

 

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Never Forget the Person God Made You!

May 5, 2015

Folks,

Important life lessons I’ve been learning and struggling through in the past few weeks. Hopefully none of you have gotten tired of these inspirational-based blog posts lately. πŸ™‚ Before I begin, though, I’d like to thank all of you for your immense support and encouragement with me and my little life lately. Yesterday, my Twitter page reached 600 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Wow!!!!!!!! πŸ˜€ I feel sooooooooo incredibly blessed and honored that all of you out there would actually take the time, effort, and enjoyment out of everything I have to say in my life, whether it comes to simple advice or writing about writing, cats, knitting, recipes, etc. πŸ™‚ You guys are the best!!! I have the greatest fans in the entire world!!! No words don’t even need saying from any of you. But when I see more and more people following me and see my website stats go farther and farther upward, I feel honored and really touched to share my entire story with the world. So THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

Okay. So anyway, I’ve been learning lots of new life lessons lately. Every day is a blessing from God, and in the past few weeks, daily I’ve spent reading Bible plans. There are Bible reading plans on my iPhone’s Bible app about anything, really, but I’ve really been going through Bible plans about worry, doubting, anxiety, anger, among others. So if you can’t tell already, despite how encouraging it is to write inspirational blog posts, I’m still struggling with worry, anxiety, and anger. It is a constant struggle, but through every trial I’ve gone through in my whole life, I have found myself successful and willing to overcome every trial. This trial that I am currently enduring has been a struggle, and possibly the longest trial I’ve ever gone through. But so far in this trial, I have discovered many benefits and blessings through it all. I have grown closer to God, learning to rely on Him more than I ever thought possible, and in the process, it has beneficial for gradually, day by day, letting go of worry and stress. This struggle has always brought my husband and I closer in our marriage as we learn to take comfort, encouragement, and support from one another, working through our little struggles as a team like every married couple should. I draw encouragement and comfort from even our cats, and also from friends and family. We have received immense prayers, support, and love through it all, and I am deeply grateful to the ends of the earth for that.

Another thing that this struggle has brought me to realize is to, as the title of this blog post states, never forget or give up on the person that God made me to be. The same advice could be given to anyone else who deals with a trial or hard circumstance in their lives. First and foremost, you don’t lose hope or faith in God, no matter how difficult it gets. Then, you learn to rely and trust your spouse more than anything and more than ever before. Finally, when left alone during the day to bear the day’s troubles, aside from the comfort you receive from God and His Word, you remember to not forget the person God made you to be. God gave you incredible strengths and blessings in life. He designed you perfectly the way He destined you to be. He has taken you out of, and will continue to do so, difficult situations to free you from burdens that are not healthy for you in any way, shape, or form. He has daily reminded me and also constantly of how special I am to Him. He knows what is best for me, and He will never fail me. The unique person he has made me to be, I shall not ever forget the person God wants me to be: strong, capable, independent, patient, controlled, happy, and positive. All these things also bring me comfort as I struggle to gradually come out of the dark tunnel of uncertainty. I see the light at the end of the tunnel, however! There is immense hope.

I refuse, absolutely refuse, to give up hope. Giving up is letting Satan win! Remember that. And remember that all good things are possible with our Heavenly Father πŸ™‚

Love to you all! Have an enjoyable week πŸ™‚ God willing, I should have wonderful news to provide to you by my next blog post next week.

JMK~ πŸ™‚

The Significance of the Tree in My Backyard

Hello everyone,

 

Are you a poet and don’t know it? Or do you know it? What are your thoughts on poetry in general?

 

At age 12, I wrote a poem, my very first poem, called, “The Tree in My Backyard.” It won a blue ribbon at the county fair when I presented it framed years later. It hung on a wall in my apartment too in my single years.

 

Here’s the poem:

 

*The Tree in My Backyard
There’s a tree in my backyardβ€”
oh, yes, oh, yes, it’s true.
It’s been in the family forever,
just like the other ones too.
The bark is brown, the leaves are green,
tall as can be, but stubby as a gene.
It shades us from the sun,
warms us from the cold,
and when we wanna play,
my friends and I circle around it.
But, sad to say, it’s dying.
It has no strength any more.
And now that I am watching,
as Dad hauls it away with his truck,
I shall miss that tree.
That tree in my backyard.
When I go by other trees
I’ll proudly smile, with glee…
Good-bye, old tree: the tree in my backyard.
I know, I know, this poem is totally cheesy or corny, right? Well, yeah, since I wrote this poem when I was 12 when I didn’t exactly know how to write a poem compared to now. But if you think about it, there’s quite a story hidden between the lines of this poem.
When I presented it to the county fair, I remember the judge asking me, “So, explain what this poem is really about.”
I said: “Well, it’s basically about a tree in the family’s backyard that eventually dies and they have to get rid of it, but it has a certain value to the family.”
The judge responded: “Oh. Well, what kind of value does it have? Explain this to me, please. Why is this tree so important to this family? What makes a tree so significant to any particular family?”
Oof, she was asking hard questions.
I remember the summer of 2001, the year I wrote this exact poem. There was an actual tree in our backyard, surrounded by numerous other trees since we lived in the country, and I kind of liked this tree. I noticed it when I was playing in the backyard one day. It wasn’t anything special. It was a regular oak tree. It looked like a teenager tree, where it’d once been a baby tree the year before. I believe I even asked my mom about it, and she said that it’d always been there and wasn’t anything new. This tree wasn’t very tall, and it definitely did not have a sturdy, hugely thick base to it. Or just a small little tree that seemed to be all by itself, standing before all the other trees like it didn’t matter compared to the rest.
But one day, I went and visited this tree, and it had broken in half. I’m not sure if a storm had gotten to it or what, but the tree was completely gone, so my dad literally had to carry it away.
So I suppose the moral of the tree story is this: be grateful for the time you have on this earth and be blessed and confident about the blessings in your life. When you’re angry or sad, don’t be afraid. God will cheer you up and turn your life upside down in positive ways! You need only to be patient. πŸ™‚ Because every broken path in one’s life God heals back together in time. He just has to teach us some kind of lesson along the way.
This is similar to what I told the judge, and now, this is what I’m telling you. My hope is that it helps you with whatever struggle you’re currently dealing with. It definitely gives me hope as I pan through life’s latest dark struggles. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! Hope is coming! It is on its way! πŸ™‚
And when that light comes, there will be plenty of beautiful, plentiful trees to fill all the dark, sad ones and take their places.
Enjoy your week πŸ™‚
MK~ πŸ™‚