t-thots [ > t < can stand for time as well as for my name] cogito, ergo sum
this is about my thots
which I want to share
and maybe some things will happen that may change them
what are yours?
that's how the week between Christmas and New Year is called in Germany. Usually I really don't like that phrase because, well, I think I don't have to explain there is no such a thing like "between the years".
Anyway, this past week I have felt exactly like that - between the years, or maybe between something. It was a hard week for me, at many levels, but it made the little moments of joy even more precious.
Like getting a late Christmas card from my dear friend Anju from India. She made it all by herself!
Another highlight was reading a printed version of M's blogpost. It's the best blogpost I've read for a long time! "Best" is far away from describing it in an appropriate way, but "most beautiful", "awesome", "honorable" and "deep" are kinda worn out and don't do it justice anyway.
Then another letter of an old friend, a lady who could be my grandmother or rather is better than the biological grandmothers I had... and whom I know my whole lifetime. It was typewritten and very personal. The wisdom of godly women can't be held high enough!
Today I feel blessed. And excited about the year to come. May it take me closer to my precious Jesus, whether it brings pain or joy!
Found those two pictures while making more space for my girl. She has always insisted on helping her aunt - I remember it was the last "only-you-and-me" visit before they moved to Würzburg and then later that year to the US. It is exactly 7 years ago (July 2004) and I couldn't get the brush out of her hand.
My sister and me, I was almost three years old and she about 1 1/2. I think that was the time when my parents got divorced. That’s probably the reason why I don’t look very happy.
The second one is probably one year later and you can see I was over it ;-) Oh and then I found some pictures that are about 13 years old and you can see I had my hair almost the same style like now. (I never wanted it again like that!)
The sweet sunshine I am looking at is my niece Michelle Scharon, she turned 13 last December – can you believe it?? And if you want to have an idea how I probably look like in awhile check these pictures (my hair was growing). I can remember that situation pretty well: Ronny (that’s how we called her) wanted to play with me but I wanted to read my book; so I sad, go and get your own book and we can read together. She went to pick her favorite book right away and “read” like her auntie Tina. She was so proud!
I just hope my hair won’t look like THAT in two years from now…!
Once again Anju inspired me to write a post... but don't worry, it's different and the story starts when I was a teenager. Do you know the feeling if you suddenly hear a melody or a song that kind of opens your heart? When you feel like bathing in warm water, flying into a sunset scenery and dancing in the rain - all three at the same time?
So one of my utterly favorite songs when I was a teenager was "Lay all your Love on me", but I only new the version sung by Erasure (a British band). I had no idea that the original song was performed by ABBA. I really like ABBA songs but as you can see I am not that kind of fan that knows all their songs. But now it makes even more sense to me that I loved that special song from Erasure (I only like two or three Erasure-songs alltogether...).
Well, as some of you know, I had to stay in hospital some weeks this summer. After my 2nd surgery in Mainz University Hospital I was moved to Bad Kreuznach Hospital at August 1st. They had promised me to take some tests there and try to find out what the problem with my body (skeleton and joints) is. (Many doctors are trying to diagnose me since I am six years old, so I was not extremely excited about. They didn't find something new and they actually didn't take a test that appeared somehow new to me, but that is a different story) So I got kind of stuck in Bad Kreuznach for nine days which was on one hand frustrating. The big plus: I met three wonderful young women there and we are still keeping in touch. Another plus: we were allowed to leave the hospital to go downtown (it was only a ten minute walk to get to the part of the city that is called Fußgängerzone - "pedestrian zone" - in German towns). Right there was a movie theatre.
I think it is needless to say what movie we watched one afternoon...
Can you imagine how I felt when "my song" suddenly came up? I had almost forgotten about it (shame on me) as well as I had never expected to hear it in an ABBA musical (because, as you know I always thought it was an Erasure-song). And - if you believe it or not - I had one of my precious "God moments" hearing this song - out of the backgound I actually was reading the book I mentioned earlier. So when the leading male actor started to sing
Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me
it was like Jesus would straight say that to me. It is hard to explain and you probably have to read the book to know what I mean, but MAMMA MIA!, I won't forget that day and that movie!
By the way: the original ABBA version of the song is much better!
I found a song in our (english) songbook from church which I used to sing (in German) when I was a little girl. Not having a father at home (he left when I was 3 years old) it gave me strenght not only during hard times and it still does today, even though I forgot about the song for a long time. It is so good to know that we have a heavenly father who is in control!
This is the song:
1. My father is rich in houses and lands, He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, - He has riches untold.
Refrain:
I’m a child of the King, A child of the King With Jesus, my saviour, I’m a child of the King.
2. My Father’s own Son, the Saviour of men, Once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them; But now He is reigning in glory on high, Preparing a place for the sweet by and by.
/Refrain/
3. A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They’re building a palace for me over there! Tho here I’m a stranger yet still I may sing: All glory to God, I’m a child of the King!
