An Arranged Affair of a Departed Soul

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. ~Ray Bradbury

A traditional Catholic faith remains here.

An altar boy putting the final arrangements before a funeral Mass.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. ~Ray Bradbury

The last procession to the burial ground where family and friends will be arranged standing around the coffin, speaking of  their sorrows and reluctantly sending their final good-bye wishes to the one that got called away.

Perhaps, in one of our spare moments, (haha) we should reflect on what arrangements we need to make before we kick-the-bucket and lighten the load of our loved ones we certainly don’t plan to leave behind on purpose, but, leaving, as we all know, will eventually become a reality for each one of us. Young or old, death comes at any age.
Simply be ready.

He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die. ~Owen Feltham

How have you arranged  or would like to have your special affair arranged when the time comes to journey onto the next higher road?  

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I Will . . . or Will I?

Last Saturday was just another busy, busy day, finding me wanting so bad to be at home and working on a WordPress post. Have you ever had those days? Complaining and fretting on the inside when you HAVE to do things that keep you from the fun things you want to do?

I’m sure I see your head nodding up and down!

Okay, so Saturday, as I dragged myself around the work that seemed to never end,  I learned something about surrendering my will to do what small task God wanted me to do.

My will number one:                       Saturday, I want to sleep in.

Who in the right mind wants to wake up before nine in the morning to attend a fundraiser/conference?

Not my number one will.  No, sir!  My will feels it deserves to sleep til way past noon because hey, did will get up everyday,  Monday thru Friday at five thirty sharp after five or six hits on the snooze button?  Ohh, yes! I want my sleep!!

But giving up sleep for this event was one small thing God, I believe, asked that I attend, simply because it meant something for the women who began this ministry and the women getting receiving help from the ministry. But, still fighting for my sleep, I’m torn with will number two.

My will number two:    Conferences usually are boring and time-consuming.                  I want to stay home.

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Had I stayed home indulging in my self-centered world and activities, I would have missed golden opportunities helping those less fortunate than myself. Two sisters began a prison ministry by visiting incarcerated woman wanting spiritual healing and prayer. The sisters soon found the need to help many of these women find a place to live and make it  back into society, but realized there wasn’t a place that existed. When there is a need, the charitable thing to do is to fill that need. Originally, the sisters found a small home, rented it, and began to help, two women at a time, into this home and got them back into the work force and into drug, alcohol or other substance abuse treatments. One of the main focus is getting these women introduced to God, establishing their relationship with Him and learning to find His plans for them.

Life lesson I’m learning: When we put aside our will and replace it with God’s will, blessings usually follow.

Today, the sisters run their chosen house, after their day job,  from a three bedroom larger home, donated by a well-to-do community member and it houses three or four women at one time. Everything to run the home is purely by donations. The conference featured three of the current women living at the home, one being a young lady who lost her way hanging with wrong friends and drugs. She came, as she put it, from a good upbringing too. These women were given the task to cook the lunch meal for the conference and it was sure good. You could tell from the smiles of each lady who prepared the meal, that they felt some love, appreciation and forgiveness for their past mistakes from those of us who attended.

I found nothing boring here at this fundraiser. I did find helping to raise money for this worthy cause uplifting and singing to God . . .

My will number three:  I want to learn to lay my selfish will down and learn to give my will to God.

Many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand. But I know who holds tomorrow . . .

Have you had moments when your will made you lose a giving opportunity to help another or make this world a better place?

Until tomorrow, remember He who holds your Hands!

~Sunshine xoxo