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I Have Great Friends! |#178

Purple cactus flower "You are the best"
I have great friends.
Wonderful friends.
Amazing friends.
Friends that stick by my side.
Friends that don’t judge.
Friends that inspire me.
Friends that live a God-ly life.
Friends that share their love of God.
Friends that taught me how to walk by Faith.
Friends that live their life by Faith.
Friends that believe.
Friends who believe in me.
Friends who believe in God and all that he has to offer and all he has to teach.

I have great friends.
I have awesome friends.
I have friends that walk the talk.
I have friends that would never forsake me. As God will never forsake us.
I have friends that will always stand by my side. As God will always stand by my side.
I have friends that will carry me through any life experience that I may need to be carried through.As God would carry me.
I have friends that know what is going on with me without speaking a word. As God knows me without speaking.
I have friends that pray for me. As God prays with me.

Could a girl ask for anything more?

And you know what the most amazing thing is?

I don’t have just one friend that fits this bill…

I have many, many friends that fit this bill….

They know who they are…

As God has a personal relationship with each of us who believe and doesn’t need us to boast about that relationship.
My girlfriends have a personal relationship with me and don’t need me to boast about our special relationship.

God is power. My friends show God’s power.

God always loves me. My friends always love me.

And I….
I am the luckiest girl…
with all that love and support and guidance and faith and belief and strength…
How could one not live the life that God meant for us to live.

I love you, my friends!
Thank you for sharing your love of God with me.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for teaching me so much!

I am grateful!

365 Day Project: Gratitude Bucket | Day # 178

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Luminaria Ceremony: American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life

There were a lot of children participating in the West Sacramento American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life event. Some who were inflicted with the awful disease but many who had family members that were battling the disease or had lost their life to it. These kids especially touched me as they spoke about their loved ones.

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One young ten year old especially touched my heart as I was able to work with her at the Luminaria table. She volunteered a few hours decorating bags for loved ones who were not able to decorate their own bags. She had told me about many family members that had cancer. Her aunt got cancer awhile she was pregnant and lost her baby. Her papa whom she was the closest to of all the grandchildren, lost his life to cancer. Her story was of determination to fight the cancer. She knew by giving her time to this event that we would be that much closer to fighting this deadly disease that has impacted her young life.

5 year old carries luminaria bags for Relay for Life

Another little boy, only five years old, he was a doll! He helped us load all the luminaria bags onto the trailer for distribution around the field. He placed each bag so carefully as if he was remembering each person that the bag represented. It was quite amazing to watch. He looked at each bag and was sure to place the artwork in one direction. I later caught up with him awhile he was selling light sticks for the evening show to thank him for his hard work and diligence. He understood why he was at the event. At his young age of five, he had been impacted by the disease. He was there to help fight it.

Kids help at the American Cancer Society Relay for life.

Kids help at the American Cancer Society Relay for life.

Kids help at the American Cancer Society Relay for life.

Many young adults were there lending a helping hand. They were there because they are givers and wanted to help. Yes, Mom and Dads, your young adults have kind hearts. Yes, America, there are good people out there…our kids are not what the news always represents. There is so much more then what we hear on the news. These young adults helped all Friday evening to set up, returned Saturday morning at 6am to help and stayed until 10pm. (I am sure they showed up Sunday to help break everything down, too!) They stayed working…and giving from their heart. They didn’t have to be there. Many of their parents were not there. These young adults were there because they had heard about the event from a friend and decided to be part of the Relay for Life.

Kids help decorate luminaria bags at the American Cancer Society Relay for life.

Another Mom and her young daughter worked with me all day at the luminaria table. They were there because they knew the event volunteer coordinator and she had mentioned the event. They didn’t have any plans that day so they thought they would come out for a few hours to help. They got so wrapped up in the event that they volunteered for 13 hours! From a few hours to 13 hours! Why did they stay that long? They got trapped (in a good way) to the energy of the day. They were surrounded by love and enthusiasm for life and hope…hope that there would be a cure for cancer one day.

There was so much positive energy during the day as the music played in the background and relay groups continued to walk around the track. Some walked in solitude awhile others walked in big groups.

decorated luminaria bags

cancer family member decorates luminaria bag

Did I do a bag for my Dad?  I have to confess I did not. I thought about it. I wanted to do a bag but yet I didn’t. I hadn’t volunteered there because of my Dad. I had volunteered there because of all the other families. Besides I didn’t want to deal with my emotions that day. I was there to serve, to listen, to show compassion. I watched as many people decorated their bags. Some smiled because their bags were in honor of someone who was cancer free for several years. But there was those who you could tell it was hard to sit and write the name of the loved one they had lost…the one they were writing in memory of…. Lots of emotions went into those bags.

This day wasn’t about me.
It wasn’t about my Dad and the cancer he suffers with.

This day was giving, listening and being present for others.

I will come back to this event some day not as a volunteer but as a participant. Some day when I want to honor my Dad for all the cancer battles he has fought…but for this day only….I am thinking about all the other people that are here and the burdens on their heart and in their mind because of this nasty ugly deadly disease.

Yes, during the luminaria ceremony, I shed a tear or two for my Dad but I quickly shut those tears off and focused on all the loved ones that were on that football field…at that moment.

I hope each and everyone of you keep moving forward to helping fight this battle. It would be awesome to say that we have conquered this ugly disease. That the event is now….a Relay of Life NOT a Relay of life to fight cancer.

Thank you to all the volunteers and relay teams for allowing me to experience your stories, your emotions and your love. I will carry your stories in my heart…..

Holding on to HOPE…..

Pam

Cute Guy Plays Peek-A-Boo with Auntie

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Little children are such a blessing! I was thrilled to get to spend the day with my nephew, Cute Guy!

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He decided that he would play a game of peek-a-boo with me.

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“I see you,” I said with a big smile.

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“Here I am…” Cute Guy said after hiding a few minutes behind the tree.

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“Hey, Auntie, look here….”

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“Nope, I am here…”

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“I see you….” I said for the tenth time.

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Cute Guy is thinking “I got my Auntie fooled! She will never figure out that I am hiding behind this tree. Hmmm. Which way shall I peek at her next time? I think I will stay behind this tree a little longer so Auntie will think I disappeared.”

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“I fooled you, Auntie, didn’t I? You thought I was gone!” thought Cute Guy.

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“Now she thinks my body disappeared and I only have hands! I am really fooling Auntie! This is fun!” he continued to think.

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“Look at her, my Auntie, she just keeps sitting there giving me 100% attention. I like all this attention! I think I will continue to play this game.”

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“OMG she never puts down that camera!”

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“Hey I got an audience now! Everyone is watching me.”

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“I could play this game all day and I bet Auntie would keep watching me and taking pictures. I wonder if I could get her to the toy store? I would like some Brio trains, a new truck, some legos….”

What is it about having little ones around? I so enjoyed my day with my nephew awhile I reminisced about my kids when they were that age.

Thanks for stopping by Random Pocket Notes. Please feel free to leave a comment. I hope you will come back to visit…soon!

Love,

Pam
 

 

A Story Worth Passing On

I was just on Facebook where I discovered this wonderful story from a young man that I have known since he was born. It makes me smile to think he has grown up to have God in his heart and life and is able to understand the lessons put in front of us.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did….

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One Day Pass
By William L. Hillhouse

(disclaimer: these are my thoughts. I am in no way as good a writer as I wish I could be)

What will you do to listen to a Missionary?

When I purchased the four dollar One day pass from the bus driver of the 59 OC transit bus, I

would never have guessed what kind of adventure I was stepping into. I realized I was going to

be on an adventure the moment I found directions to get me from the University of California

in Irvine to the Alliance Town and Country retirement complex in Santa Ana. Before I can dive

into my adventure, I have to first explain where I am coming from.

Anyone who knows me, would probably recognize that I come from a middle class family of

wonderful parents and my favorite older sister, but if you were to ask that person what they

know about me, they would most likely respond with one of two things. I’ve heard people call

me weird, but that’s normal–aren’t all Computer Engineering majors weird? However, my closer

friends know that I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ and that I stand as a witness to the

world with the job of illuminating the message of the cross. So, naturally, although this is a

story about how a normal school day turned into an adventure with a bus pass, I hope to make

it clear that God was and is at work in my life on that day as well as every day I choose to

submit to his plan.

Today’s verse just so happened to be, “For they all seek after their own interests, not those

of Christ Jesus” (Philippians 2:21).

I can already see this verse applying, but I’ve got a story to tell!

One day, passing over my emails, I stumbled upon one of the weekly messages from Kairos (Greek

word meaning “Appointed time” or “Season”–Used to describe a college and courier ministries

group back at my home church.) Being that it was “mission’s week” at my church, Kairos

Ministries was taking a trip to the Alliance Town and Country Manor to give retired

missionaries (I do not like the word “retired” because it suggests that the work of spreading

the gospel stops once you reach a certain age when in fact it does not.) a chance to share

their overseas-mission stories to young lively college students. It’s obvious to me that God

put it on my heart to attend this event. This was an opportunity for me to be encouraged by

older and wiser people who have been in my shoes before–people who have been successful

college Students wondering what to do with their lives.

However, something, rather, someone did not want me there. My journey was met with much

opposition. My opposition found it convenient to make sure that I wouldn’t have a way of

getting to T&C by car. It also laughed at me while I raced against time to get to the bus stop

by 5:49pm and failed. It tried to make me feel defeated the whole time I waited for the 6:24pm

bus, which didn’t end up leaving until about 6:30pm. Finally, if it wasn’t enough to be over

45min late, my opposition took final measures to have me cited as I was trying to race my way

through the park on my skateboard.

But hey, I got to my destination right?

I recalled Peggy D. say, “Delay’s are not denials. Victories are wrapped up in struggles.”

After a rewarding evening with the Missionaries at T&C, I got taken aside and told that I

needed to fight the citation. I agreed knowing that it would be a good experience…

so… the court date was March 2th, 2011 at 2pm. I sat waiting in anticipation. I had done a

lot to prepare my defense against this officer who had so falsely written me the citation. I

had maps, photos, receipts, directions, and the municipal code under which I was being accused

of wrong. I had it all together thanks to my parents helping me to be fully prepared. Still, I

had no idea how I was going to defend myself against this officer who had probably been

arguing cases his whole career as an officer.

Finally the officer called us (My dad was with me) in. While directing us to the room where

the hearing would be, he mentioned that although he had good new, we would still have to have

the hearing. It’s amazing how even being innocent, I felt like I was guilty because I was

walking beside someone who stood for justice. Here I was next to someone who’s had the power

to decided whether I would be innocent or guilty. After all, the judge would certainly not be

impressed by my defense.

When I sat down at the table, I sat across from the judge with the officer on my left. The

judge swore us in that we should tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me

God. Then the judge asked for my story. Immediately, I became flustered and could only but

stutter through my situation. I realized half way through that I was a fool for trying to

defend my case even though I knew I was innocent because I couldn’t get my words across very

well. The judge only made me look worse by asking, “Well, wasn’t it dark? Isn’t that a bad

time to be walking through a park?” My only answer was, “Well, yeah…” At that time, the

officer broke through with his side of the story. “This is it…” I thought, as I watched my

opportunity to defend myself fly by.

However, instead of worrying, I was captivated by how well he spoke. He described the

situation as if he had rehearsed his story several times before. He said things like, “I was

headed eastbound through Santiago Park at 19:00 on horseback” and, “I met William coming

westward from the archery range at the east entrance of the Nature center at 19:30.” I was

truly impressed by his ability to clearly dictate the events of that evening. He continued,

“Signs were posted requiring that all persons be cited if found in the park after dusk. Thus

the reason for citing William. However, it has occurred to me that although the sign is clearly

marked at the west entrance of the park, it is not visible at the east entrance, and so I

would like to ask that you drop all charges.”

Speechless! “Only by the grace of God,” I thought.

The judge turned his attention to me again asking whether I was ok with the decision.

“Absolutely,” I replied.

I could not believe it! Here I was loosing respect for an officer who would cite me for being

on my way to a retirement home! Here I was preparing myself a defense against this officer.

There I was stumbling through my defense. There I was speechless to be defended by the officer!

I cannot help but think and know that I have experienced a small piece of God’s grace. Imagine

an officer, who was supposed to be my enemy, defending my case! Now imagine Jesus, the Savior

of the world defending me before God the Father on judgment day when I am supposed to be

guilty! Unfathomable! I was jumping for joy to have been innocent and proven innocent. I can’t

imagine being guilty and proven innocent! Ephesians 2:8-9 –“For by grace you have been saved

through faith and that not of yourselves it is the gift of God not of works lest anyone should

boast.”

~A thing to be remembered~

(other goodnesses of God surounding the events)

-Found three dollars on the ground part of which covered the parking fee at the Santa Ana Police Depot.

-Got a voicemail during the hearing from SkyWorks inc. concerning a year round paid student internship. (waiting to hear back from them)

(second disclaimer: feel free to share this story of God’s grace!)

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