6-7-09...Seasons Of My Life
Thank you for reading my ramblings. My life has been simple. No fanfare, no big accompolishments. I'm not famous or rich, or beautiful. I never made a movie or sang on stage. I'm just me, A simple country girl that grew up in the south. I ran bare foot up dirt roads and through green pastures. I had Great Parents who taught me right from wrong then trusted that I would be as they raised me.. I became a born again Christian when I was ten years old. God guided my Parents life and He has guided mine.
I've never had much, never wanted much. I've had friends who betrayed me but more friends that didn't. I was a skinny girl, I'm an slightly overweight lady.
I've only included the good and happy stuff in my writing because those things have kept me going through adversities, heartaches, tragedies, and many bad times. I draw on my beautiful memories to get me through a bad time. Sometimes I get Very Homesick for my Childhood. My childhood was happy. I was protected from the harshness of the world but at the same time I was taught what I would need to survive in it on my own.
If you think about it life has four seasons, not only in reality but also in our bodies. Spring is when we are fresh and new, bursting forth in full bloom with rosy cheeks and dimples little pink butts. In the spring everything is refreshed after lying dormant as we had done in our Mothers womb waiting to come alive in the world. Everything sweet smelling, lots of smiles of adoration. It's then we need protectors like a soft new blossom that must withstand the ravages of weather and trampling feet. Our Parents are our protectors. Nourishing and watching us as we grow.. The very best times were in the springtime of my life.
Summer is a bit harsher but still a time of beauty and freshness. Still tender plants must withstand the hot harshness as they learn that every one is not tolerant of fresh sweetness and new life. It is hot and sticky and our tender leafs sometimes wither and fall off by the wayside lying there in the hot dust to die. A time of learning the realities of a not so tender and green plant. A time when we must learn to rely on our selves more. We still have some protection but we are urged to let go some and face more of the hard facts with our tender faces lifted up to the sunshine sometimes to sting from the harsh rays. We are moving on through life and we are learning that not all is beautiful and sweet and tender to us. That young spring bud has burst forth in bloom and must withstand harsh realities that they never knew existed in their springtime. It is not as easy as before but they have been prepared in the spring for what must come now.
Fall is another time of learning as we prepare for the coming dormant time. We are full grown. We have withstood the harsh summer and the air becomes crisp and nippy. We sometimes droop our heads wishing to again see the fresh springtime of our lives when things were easy and beautiful, loving and tender. No more are we beautiful and young but things along the way may have caused blemishes and flaws in our appearance. We now weep more and our leaves falter and trying to regain some dignity we strive toward the sun to remain warm and lively. We don't feel the gentle touches and love that was there in our first days of spring. Yet we feel the same inside. Still feeling young and vibrant only in a mature way. Our faces are sometimes drawn and wrinkled from the harsh rays of life. Inside we feel young but we realize that winter is coming and we can't slow time. Everything has a season of slowing down and contemplating what has come before. Of looking on our past mistakes and failings and wondering why. With winter approaching faster now we feel the need to hurry and slow down at the same time. A confused feeling of anticipation, wonder, and knowing. We don't know when the dormant season will come but we are ready in our hearts. We can now relax and once again enjoy the beauty around us as our foliages brightens in to splendor to glow and preen once again. The air is once again vibrant fresh and glorious. I love fall as I reflect on my Spring. I have come almost full circle now. I am ready for my winter though I don't really want it to hurry. I still have things to do so that I can leave behind something of beauty and newness for the spring once again.
I am in my winter now. I have endured. I have survived. I have led a full life that I was prepared for in my spring. My winter may be a long hard one or a short easy one. I don't know and neither do I ask. When winter ends and spring once again burst forth I will again be in the beautiful, fresh , fresh vibrant of a new spring. Once again I will have warm loving arms to rest in and my second spring will never end. I have reached what I have strived for all the four seasons of my life but not quiet accomplishing. I am in a New Home. All my loved ones that have also come full circle will be there once again with me in our Heavenly Home with God. We will hear God say Well Done My Faithful Servant. You have done well. Welcome home!
I will enjoy my winter and hope for a long painless one as I quietly reflect on all four of my seasons. Winter is the longest hardest season of my life but I will enjoy it.
It will be a time of contemplation. Looking back to my Spring often with the fondest of memories of those beautiful days down on a dead end road by the rail road track. Of my Mama and Daddy and my Brother and I in that wonderful house that was our home. Full of love, protection, contentment, and so many memories that flood back so sweetly and so often to me now.
God Bless You all who read this. Cherish each day as if it were your very last. Not everyone has as long a life. Some only have a short time to fulfill Gods purpose. Whatever season you are in now please enjoy and make the most of it.
I love you as God Loves you. Clydene Overbey
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
MY SPOT
6-7-09...MY SPOT
I sit each morning early in my chair in front of big windows looking out on Gods creation. I wrote this one morning as I sat there remembering years gone before. Seasons coming and going, changing and developing in to all Glory right before my eyes.
My everything spot in my house. I sit here and read, have early morning quiet time, watch TV or just look out the windows at the wonders that God has created for me.
I've watched days, weeks, months, and years roll by as the seasons change from one to another. The sun rises right in front of my chair as I watch in wonder. I watch the first green shoots of spring flowers then watch as they burst forth in all their beautiful glory right in front of my eyes as they move into summer. Only later to watch the leaves on the trees turn red, green, yellow and orange as the first brisk frosty mornings of fall arrive. Then in the cold days of winter I watch the snow fall gracefully to the ground all fluffy and white to form a winter wonderland before my eyes.
This is all a wonderful display that God sends me year after year. Who could not believe in the Great one who created all this. My Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. No man on this earth no matter how great he thinks he is can ever duplicate this wonder.
He made me like a computer. Every part having a place and all parts working together like a Grandfather clock that ticks and chimes throughout the days and nights.
We all have our purpose and place in Gods scheme of things. We are put where we belong at the time we belong there and taken up to God when our service is over. WOW!!!
Don't ever let anyone tell you you are not a magnificent being fine tuned by The Master!!!
You are important in this world if you were not intended to be one of His best He would not have made you. He made you to His specifacations. You are the finest brand made. It depends on how you use what God gave you what your rewards will be.
I sit each morning early in my chair in front of big windows looking out on Gods creation. I wrote this one morning as I sat there remembering years gone before. Seasons coming and going, changing and developing in to all Glory right before my eyes.
My everything spot in my house. I sit here and read, have early morning quiet time, watch TV or just look out the windows at the wonders that God has created for me.
I've watched days, weeks, months, and years roll by as the seasons change from one to another. The sun rises right in front of my chair as I watch in wonder. I watch the first green shoots of spring flowers then watch as they burst forth in all their beautiful glory right in front of my eyes as they move into summer. Only later to watch the leaves on the trees turn red, green, yellow and orange as the first brisk frosty mornings of fall arrive. Then in the cold days of winter I watch the snow fall gracefully to the ground all fluffy and white to form a winter wonderland before my eyes.
This is all a wonderful display that God sends me year after year. Who could not believe in the Great one who created all this. My Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. No man on this earth no matter how great he thinks he is can ever duplicate this wonder.
He made me like a computer. Every part having a place and all parts working together like a Grandfather clock that ticks and chimes throughout the days and nights.
We all have our purpose and place in Gods scheme of things. We are put where we belong at the time we belong there and taken up to God when our service is over. WOW!!!
Don't ever let anyone tell you you are not a magnificent being fine tuned by The Master!!!
You are important in this world if you were not intended to be one of His best He would not have made you. He made you to His specifacations. You are the finest brand made. It depends on how you use what God gave you what your rewards will be.
DO YOU SEE THE ANGELS
6-6-09...DO YOU SEE THE ANGELS
Alzheimer’s patients have some strange intuitions. If you think they are not paying any attention to what is going on around them, you'd better think again. Many times I have felt a comforting arm around me when a patient has just died. One of our alzheimer patients knows not only what has happened, but also understands and is compassionate. The unit gets quiet and still when a fellow patient is in the process of dying. How do they know? Do they see the angels?
While their brains may no longer make the necessary connections for everyday life, they are still human and recognize sadness and suffering.
Many Alzheimer’s patients are said to have delusions and hallucinations. I have found most delusions to be deeply rooted in the past, like the woman who spoke of dead babies all the time. When her daughter was questioned on this, it turns out she lost two children in a fire when they were babies. If it is true, it ceases to be a delusion.
Here is the story of my favorite "hallucination…"
I was sitting in the dining room of the Alzheimer's unit with "Grandma Kitty" late one night. We had to sit there so she would take a rest from her wandering.
Grandma Kitty never made much sense when she talked. Vague references to things that happened when she was younger and nonsense words were all you could get out of her. Most often Grandma would repeat the phrases, "Where's the dog?" or "I'm going to the store" over and over again till you were driven to distraction. My standard answers to these were, "He piddled on the floor so I put him outside" and "Would you pick me up a dozen eggs?" These answers satisfied something in her and she would cease asking for a while and give you some rest.
This was how the conversation was going that night, when suddenly, very clearly, Grandma Kitty pointed towards the opposite side of the room and asked me, "Do you see the angels?"
"What angels, Grandma?"
"Those two angels," she replied.
I tried as hard as I could to see the angels, but I must have missed them. Grandma continued talking in her disjointed way as if nothing had happened and soon fell asleep on the sofa.
The Alzheimer's unit is a locked ward; we had virtually no contact with the rest of the facility for most of the shift. As I went on my coffee break, I passed the main nurses station. The charge nurse called me over and told me that two residents had just died that evening. I asked when this had happened, she told me "About two hours ago, they went within minutes of each other."
I stood there with what I am sure was a stunned look on my face. The charge nurse asked me if I was all right. I told her the story of Grandma Kitty and the angels.
Hallucination? Coincidence? No, I'd rather think there were angels in the building!Do you see the angels?Grandma Kitty sure does see the angels.
Alzheimer’s patients have some strange intuitions. If you think they are not paying any attention to what is going on around them, you'd better think again. Many times I have felt a comforting arm around me when a patient has just died. One of our alzheimer patients knows not only what has happened, but also understands and is compassionate. The unit gets quiet and still when a fellow patient is in the process of dying. How do they know? Do they see the angels?
While their brains may no longer make the necessary connections for everyday life, they are still human and recognize sadness and suffering.
Many Alzheimer’s patients are said to have delusions and hallucinations. I have found most delusions to be deeply rooted in the past, like the woman who spoke of dead babies all the time. When her daughter was questioned on this, it turns out she lost two children in a fire when they were babies. If it is true, it ceases to be a delusion.
Here is the story of my favorite "hallucination…"
I was sitting in the dining room of the Alzheimer's unit with "Grandma Kitty" late one night. We had to sit there so she would take a rest from her wandering.
Grandma Kitty never made much sense when she talked. Vague references to things that happened when she was younger and nonsense words were all you could get out of her. Most often Grandma would repeat the phrases, "Where's the dog?" or "I'm going to the store" over and over again till you were driven to distraction. My standard answers to these were, "He piddled on the floor so I put him outside" and "Would you pick me up a dozen eggs?" These answers satisfied something in her and she would cease asking for a while and give you some rest.
This was how the conversation was going that night, when suddenly, very clearly, Grandma Kitty pointed towards the opposite side of the room and asked me, "Do you see the angels?"
"What angels, Grandma?"
"Those two angels," she replied.
I tried as hard as I could to see the angels, but I must have missed them. Grandma continued talking in her disjointed way as if nothing had happened and soon fell asleep on the sofa.
The Alzheimer's unit is a locked ward; we had virtually no contact with the rest of the facility for most of the shift. As I went on my coffee break, I passed the main nurses station. The charge nurse called me over and told me that two residents had just died that evening. I asked when this had happened, she told me "About two hours ago, they went within minutes of each other."
I stood there with what I am sure was a stunned look on my face. The charge nurse asked me if I was all right. I told her the story of Grandma Kitty and the angels.
Hallucination? Coincidence? No, I'd rather think there were angels in the building!Do you see the angels?Grandma Kitty sure does see the angels.
WHISPERED THOUGHTS
6-6-09...WHISPERED THOUGHTS
MY NEW FRIEND
I wrote this several years ago for a friend. We'd hardly met before we clicked. Instant friendship, like we had always known one another. When I moved to another state I lost touch with her but I still feel the same way about her.
I have met new friends here on The Hill that I will more than likely never lay my eyes on but I feel the same way about you as I did her.
This is for you Dear ones.
WHISPERED THOUGHTS
We've known one another a short time.
Time doesn't measure friendships, for God walks beside us.
I know I can come to you in laughter or in tears
You will share in my moods, as me in yours.
We don't have to ask, "How are you today",
Whats on your mind".
We know one another's heart right to the soul.
We share our hopes, our dreams, our troubles, and sorrows.
We are there for one another, we are true friends and
I LOVE YOU!!!
CLYDENE
MY NEW FRIEND
I wrote this several years ago for a friend. We'd hardly met before we clicked. Instant friendship, like we had always known one another. When I moved to another state I lost touch with her but I still feel the same way about her.
I have met new friends here on The Hill that I will more than likely never lay my eyes on but I feel the same way about you as I did her.
This is for you Dear ones.
WHISPERED THOUGHTS
We've known one another a short time.
Time doesn't measure friendships, for God walks beside us.
I know I can come to you in laughter or in tears
You will share in my moods, as me in yours.
We don't have to ask, "How are you today",
Whats on your mind".
We know one another's heart right to the soul.
We share our hopes, our dreams, our troubles, and sorrows.
We are there for one another, we are true friends and
I LOVE YOU!!!
CLYDENE
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