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by Norma Jean Mccormick (Notes) on Thursday, April 25, 2013 at 1:16am

Sometimes you wake up from a dead sleep and it can be felt as "a bad thing"...everyone needs rest, but when the mind, or is it the spirit, won't shut down, you just have to roll with it.
Sometimes the wee hours of the morning, or late hours of the evening, can take us to a place that is quiet and still and our thoughts can go to places that mix with sad and happy. Times that come and times that fade, because we all know memories never go away, they just fade into the background, but sometimes, they can come back as crystal clear as a shiny crystal ball and you can go back in time and touch the moment as if it was right in front of your sleepy eyes. Sometimes it is a good thing to "remember when" even through the moments of painful realization and truth, but embrace sections of a memory that brought us the greatest joy. The wee hours of the morning as the clock ticks so quickly through the quiet will bring things from long ago to the front and as hard as you try to push it to the back, to dismiss it, it appears for a purpose. The past again, becomes very much the present, and you mind keeps you even more from sleeping. Sometimes the past is not such a bad thing. Look at all the beautiful music and vacations and the growth of our children, and loves we have had for many years and maybe some for just fleeting moments of time, but those tiny moments in the realm of days or years become the memories that will appear out of a crystal clear nights sleep and leave of thinking of those special feelings.
Sometimes it feels good to remember all the lovely people, places and things that led our lives into action to take a change or a risk and just live our life as if time had stood still and the only thing felt was that glorious feeling of freedom that made our spirits soar and the rest of the world stand still. The clock stops for just a moment and we can fully embrace what is really happening in our life. Sometimes the days will fly by and the moments will become hours, that we desperately want to slow down or stop and freeze this day just for a little while and maybe steal an extra hour or two to add to such a grand event or person that seemed to have touched us with a brilliance that sent us soaring into the unknown. Sometimes, instead of fighting the urge to crawl back in bed, I will just surrender to the time that is being stolen by my mind which needs so desperately to prepare for the day ahead, and I will go back into my mental scrapbook and relive the moments that brought me such joy. Sometimes, joy can turn to a tiny tear, but even if sadness becomes accustomed to attaching itself to that memory, I will quickly dismiss it as quickly as it came and just remember the warm embrace, the laughter, the nachos, the beach with a slowly setting sun and breeze that forever touches the skin. The sadness of being different now will suddenly be replaced in the morning hours with the thought of the fortunate times I have had in my life and how love and laughter filled the cracks between the difficulties and disappointments that make up the true world. Sometimes we want things to go on forever, and they do, and then sometimes they don't....but we make them forever in our minds in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes when you want to crawl back into the covers and curse the night as it takes you back to a place of long ago and far away....embrace it, and think of all those lovely times with such happiness. Instead of thinking of loss, or hardship, or disappointment, think of how all of those things have made you who you are, and how fortunate it is that the mind can carry you back to a place where life was perfectly perfect and the world felt like a goose down comforter waiting for you to fall in it and forever be warm with the beauty of memories. Sometimes I just want to be in my life for an hour or two and just live the moments with more time than I actually had when they were happening......Sometimes you have to give thanks for sleepless nights and tired days......You actually are living the dream....just awake! hugs

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Things have been quiet on the airwaves this week with the reflection of the generosity that was shown us in Christ. I felt emotional on Friday as I thought of the incredible journey that was taken for us. The faith displayed and the love that grew in all of us because of him. I hope you spent your week in a way that brought you joy.   As I thought of the days before and after and the fear and sadness that was given to Jesus to suffer so horribly....he pursued like the King he is...so with this history behind us, and this glorious message of unselfish love I began to think of my life...and my hopes.

What part does the Lord play in a marriage, relationship, etc...

Well, from my humble opinion, I can truly say, that my next relationship, and I will have one, is going to be one where the teachings of the Lord are the foundation. I truly don't believe that he expects us to live by doctrine all the time, as much as the feeling he gave to our world. When we look at each other in this day and age, I feel there is such a pressure to perform. It doesn't matter if it is at work, or home, or even church, there is always an expectation that can crease the spirit of good intention and leave it with a place that makes us vulnerable and afraid. A lot of relationships are like that now. We are suppose to be the "best" at any and all we do, and there is absolutely no way that can happen. We can give our personal best, but to be the best, there is no such thing. That is why marriage is such an ultimate compliment and union that should be the strongest ever. Marriage provides someone who accepts, hopefully, and loves, hopefully, with unconditional support and trust. Just like God says to us that we have to have faith and believe, that is no different than marriage. The two are parallel. Both relationships take the time and energy of having a strong faith. God provides a foundation that allows us to fall, but remember that falling brings us to a stronger place as the practice of falling frees us to be safe with someone. That can only give us strength. When we fall, and a spouse is there to hold us up, help us up, and support us if our legs are weary, then we have the faith in each other that God wants us to have for him. It is all a teaching, learning, believing, experience. I know I may sound off my rocker, but when God talks of us in words that offend others when they read them, like "obey"....I do not believe that he meant for us to be slaves to each other in any form, or that he meant it in a fashion where women were less than man. The human race has taken the opportunity to once again decipher the words of scripture and put a negative turn on it. Obey means, to yourself, your heart, your soul, your spirit. Obey to me means, that we take our marriage and we obey the laws of trust, truth, and love. It wasn't meant to single out one person in a relationship to have supreme power or guidance over another. God would not of formed such a perfect and wonderful union had he expected that. But if we do not "Obey" such given boundaries then where will that lead us? I do not believe a marriage should be alive and well in a place where physical abuse, mental abuse, or spiritual abuse is present.   It is most important that the feeling of peace surround the love that you represent. Peace is not necessarily perfect days, or perfect times where life is rosy with no miscommunication or strife....It is peace in knowing that when you have hit a rocky shore  above all else, the marriage will be protected.  Hopefully,  the teachings of God and the abundance of feelings that he has instilled in us is not for not........I believe that he formed us to have a balance that gave us temptation, but the strength to make decision based on following what is right in our hearts.....We are such complex and deep creatures and each and every one of us is as deep and complex as Jesus. But was he really? He was humble, simple and believed the principals that we are to "love one another". He gave us the tools, but instead of building a firm foundation for our lives and marriage, we use the jackhammers and destroy what is the very key to what he wants for us. Peace, faith and for us to believe in each other.....That is not a bad thing. That is a good thing. Part of the position of church and the community of church is accountability......Men are accountable to other men and the fellowship can either make us stronger, or tear us down, but if a Christian man is there to support Christian men, they will call them on their actions and hopefully give them gentle guidance back to the real  and their purpose in family and society. Women as well. Fellowship in church with women is a gathering of different needs too. The support of each other is an extension of self. Instead of the focus constantly on self, it MAKES you be available to others and accountable to the church which takes away from always thinking of self. It can happen......unfortunately. I am not perfect, but in my future husband's eyes I would love to be. ... and him to me. No we are not perfect, but together we are perfect. Not in every sense of the word, but in our relationship the combining of both our traits and spirits, we create an imperfect perfectly wonderful place, good, or bad at given times, challenging and free at others.....It all is part of the "big picture". People have not put that piece together yet. You know it really isn't that hard.....It really is easy......People, society have made it a race to the end. .... There is no race. We all need to get off the speedway and slow down and take a nice slow walk holding the hand of someone we love. Next time you see a couple, be that woman and child, or father and child, young and old, alike.......Look at the amazing connection of something as simple as holding a hand......"We are connected"....We have to be...He made us in his eyes.......

Happy Easter Sunday my friend. I can keep writing as I have tons of things I feel for the life and it isn't the standard view. No offense to anything I say is intended. I just think outside the box.......Hugs and love from Phoenix. (hope you weren't bored)! 

Sing a little song won't ya hon.....

It amazes me in my life how much music has attached itself to the soul,  where as every note of a particular song can take you back to a time of good, and sometimes painful memories.  I love music.  It lifts me up, it surrounds me with thought.  It brings me joy.  It tugs at my heart strings like a hunter with a bow.  You pull it back and the arrow flies straight for the target with precision, making the greatest of men envious of the talent.  Nothing can get me going like music.  I love every type there is.  I can find a lovely song in every category, almost like a menu in a restaurant.  I fell in love with Bonnie Raitt way back in the 70's, with her bluesy tunes that made my heart come to learn the meaning of love.  Not the mushy gushy kind, but the kind that cuts right to the chase and you learn what true passion is all about.  How do you define passion?  I wonder if there are enough words.   I wonder how many songs we have in our memory banks that bring back a feeling of yesterday.  I have so many and starting young, I would have to say the Carpenters were the ones that made me love to think about love.  "Superstar" was and is an excellent song that I still sing at the top of my lungs driving down the freeway with no care except being 17 and in love with my boyfriend for the very first time in my life........He loved the Carpenters and together we would talk, laugh and love life with that beautiful voice in the background.  Awwwwwwww.......such a good time. 

I wonder what we would do without the tunes in the morning to start the day and end the day.  Can you even imagine what the world would hold without the glorious sound of strings and drums, and guitars.  I cannot even think what it would be like.  So very barren the air would be without the gentle sounds of instruments speaking to us in a language all their own.  Who would of known that another sense of life would exist in the gentle or powerful voice of someone with massive talent that could rock the world with excitement.  In my life, I can name right off the top of my head the songs that stayed forever with me...."Come Monday" by Jimmy Buffett, for how ever popular and over played it may be, I cannot help but hear it and think back to a time when love had no boundaries for me, and I loved with everything I had and don't regret it for a minute.  That song can come on the radio and I can relive that moment when the world felt right and good and I knew without a doubt that the most wonderful guy in the universe cared about ME, and I could be me and love like I always dreamed and feel with a powerful trust that just seemed to be the something I needed to believe. ......I loved it!  Still do, I keep it tucked neatly away in a very private part of my heart and can always rekindle a feeling of great joy just by that song...Wonderful way to recall all that I came to know as real.   As days travel into weeks and weeks into months, it is nice to know that the life being spent on something so terrific was spent with a lifetime of return.  A terrific moment in my world that made everything else small in comparison.  I love having something I will never regret.  This song reminds me of that.  Lucky girl I was....

Rock and Roll is here to stay and boy am I happy about that.  I love love love rock music too!  I think it is the power behind the drive.  It can make you party like a "rockstar" and you can accomplish so much with all of that momentum behind any task!  My favorite summertime treat is to work around the home doing chores of all sorts with the invigorating sounds of guitars and drums and anything else you want to throw in.  Better leave the Crown and Coke for another time, as that just detours the reason I started the music in the first place...but hey, who said you can't stop and dance right?!!!!  Wanna get some stuff done........Led Zepplin....addicting!   "Kashmir"......need I say more!  ( :

My life would not be complete without Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic".  What a down right sexy tune.  When you have great company and that man's voice cutting through your spirit, well there is no stopping what the feeling will say in a simple song.  If you have no words to express, no actions to show  feelings to the degree of passion that generates from  that music, all you have to do is close your eyes and listen and follow the words..........Nothing else need be said! 

Let us not forget about the greatest of all greats.....The Beatles!!!!  Cannot leave them out!  Ok, if I had to narrow it down to one....."In My Life"...it tells it the way it is, where life is real and time goes on but comes back to a feeling that belongs to no other...Just a wonderful display of words that jump right out and grab you and make you happy that love is something we can give to someone and feel so good about it.  What a gift....a wonderful, satisfying forever living music!

Whew....enough of that now, I better stop there....I just might get myself in trouble.!  Well you get my point.  Want something good?  Turn on your stereo or radio, or anything that brings that music to life for you.  You won't be disappointed as you take yourself into a world of moments and days gone by, only to bring you right back to it........All in a song, and that my friend, no one can take from you!
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