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Grace and peace to you. I accidentally left the tv on when I was going to sleep. I woke to the later to see that Shindler’s List was playing. It was the last 8 minutes. and it was as. moving as always. The first time I saw it we were in the theater it was mid summer in AZ. The theater was frigid cold. That coldness seemed too fit the heaviness of the movie/.

I woke at the last few minutes of the movie. Where Schindler’s List. when the Jews were waiting for the Russians to free them and tell them where to go. Schindler is bemoaning the fact that he could have done more. It is an awesome moment in the movie that has such power.

There is so much power In confession. There is so much reason to be ready to confess …It can be healthy for the show.

God abide

Bobbiemcgarey@bobbiemcgarey

Humanity Grew

In the book -Saving Paradise – Rita Nakashima Brock writes…

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renaeus taught that baptism delivered spiritual power to resist evil and the church was the paradise in which the faithful were nurtured as they grew wise and matured in the faith…Every stage of human life, even death, and restored to

What do we know? Have we been growing wise and maturing in the faith? When we look around at the behavior of some people who have the ability to tell lies either smiling or ranting we don’t know what to do. It seems s difficult to reason with others. What see,s perfectly logical to us…you know be kind, respect one another WE can do better

So let’s

Bobbie Giltz McGarey 12.17.21

The lake outside is so satisfying to watch. The tiny whisper of wind breaks the glassy ness of the water. And there is the moon. No longer full but still glistening bright. It is so pretty.

I stepped outside and found it colder than I expected but still air filled with cleanness. Really pure somehow.

I kept watching the night world, no sound from the water. Midnight stillness. stillness.

Come out and see this. My moon is your moon. Our moon is everyone’s moon. North-South-West~East. Remember. It’s our moon.

We are one.

Bobbie Giltz McGarey

Azle, TX @2021

The afternoon sun shines in through organized into the right proportions more light in winter is calling us to meet the world in its beauty

The coolness and shortness of the day drops us into winter. But a few flowers persist

Good bless

Bobbie McGarey

@2021

We are staying at a cheaper hotel getting our APT ready here in Florida.

The car parked next to has a cardboard sign that reads. “Two cats need a home help.” John started talking with her and she said she was probably going to be moving because it was time. She said she didn’t really want to move. John asked which where she was going next … back to living on my car. He wished her well.

Sigh

Bobbie Giltz McGarey

The Sun comes up about 5:30 am Daylight time. It surprises me that it is so early when in the winter I was well engaged in the day before the light.

John snd I are traveling together! For a few weeks to work on condo. We stayed in Bethlehem about a week longer because john was having such a previous time with the kids. And this is the first he met baby Jamie.

really didn’t notice.

We left about 11 am, late fir starting most travel days. we’ve had a good trip and stopped just north of Charlotte NC. It was about 10 and gas been unsuccessful getting a room in Charlotte so we stopped in a bedroom town with several hotels. We got one of the last two rooms. Happily surprised be really comfy room with great bed.there was traffic noise but not bad. More like waves. So tired I really did t notice. Woke to southern bird symphony.

Today Clearwater and all that means.

God abide

I read an article today about a woman who delivered her pre-term infant herself. What makes this more exciting was that she didn’t know she was pregnant. She was on a 5 hour flight from SLC to Hawaii and bad cramping went into the bathroom caught the baby as it came out. She called for help. The flight attendants asked if there was a doctor on board, there was, he attended her. He was a Family Medicine specialist. He helped the woman get stable and yet his main focus was on the tiny infant weighing less than 3 pounds. He knew he had to get the baby warm. There also were 3 nurses on the flight, who got up and came to see if they could help what ever medical emergency was happening. They were Neonatal Specialist nurses. They went into super nurse mode and with the help of many people they got the baby warmed up. They knew an infant so young had no way to sustain body heat. Someone gave them a sock to use as a cap to keep the baby’s head warm. Another provided a blanket, others gave diapers, in all they were able to sustain the infant. He was so cold he really didn’t cry and they were concerned for his oxygen level. They were in the sky, over the Pacific, there was no place for an emergency landing. Somehow though because of their expertise they were able to take care of the situation. Two of them worked on the baby and one helped the mother post-partum finish her delivery. When they landed, the baby cried and the whole plane broke out in a cheer. They got the Mom and baby off and to the hospital immediately where both were well. The baby because of his prematurity would be in the hospital several weeks, but was healthy.

Why was there a family medicine doctor on that plane? Why were the three neonatal nurses on that plane? One later said it was the highlight of her whole career. What an amazing story.

It would be easy to credit the great Cosmic Coincidence Coordinator for getting that group there. Was it an act of God or an act of Good? Without those particular trained people we may well have had a very different outcome. But we didn’t. We had the best story I’ve read in a while. They all went to see the mom at the end of their vacations and have a photo of them all together. That’s a picture that will be on that baby’s dresser forever.

Would that we knew that there would be help when we needed it. So many in the past year have been relying on the kindness of strangers, doctors and nurses in the COVID wards of hospitals across the country and around the world. The multiple stores of people saying an iPad good bye to a love one about to be intibated, not knowing if they would ever recover, have torn at our hearts. Pictures of people leaving the wards with the hospital staff cheering them on. Photos of the nurses and doctors, their faces scared and bruised from the masks they wear 10 hours at a time have given us a new appreciation of their sacrificial nature. Nurses and doctors who hold the hands of the dying so they are not alone as they draw their final breath, again and again being the one with them.

Now we hear stories that cut to our bone about the utter tragedy and chaos in India where the hospitals are completely overwhelmed with patients. We hear about 2-3 in a bed. We hear about people dying for lack of O2, we hear about O2 trucks being hijacked and the oxygen stolen and sold to the highest bidder. We hear about lack of vaccine. We know of the masses who live in overcrowded houses or hovels.

No doubt this kind of tragedy is also unfolding in parts of the world we don’t hear about. In small rural villages around the world where people have no access to care. No vaccine even offered.

This cuts into the wonder I have for those here who have refused the vaccine. I wonder about those who yell at parents for putting masks on their young children calling them abusers. I wonder at people who scoff at any adult wearing a mask. What difference does it make to them whether I wear a mask or not. It’s not hurting them.

And I wonder, if we credit God with putting a physician and three specialist nurses on that plane that saved that woman and her baby, where is God in the rest of this?

God is in the hearts of those who hear the stories of suffering and work to change the situation. God is in the hearts of those who give financially to secure charities that are reaching out in their own ways to make the chaos settle. God is in the leaders and political individuals who have the ability to direct my tax money at healing the masses and feeding the masses in the middle of this. God is…

Rest well tonight my friends. Know that we lie down in the arms of God who knows us and loves us and urges us to be better tomorrow than we were today.

Plumb sings a song about this God Shaped Hole. You can listen to it on YouTube.

“We are God’s hands…”

God abide with you

@Bobbie giltz mcgarey, scottsdale 5.8.21

Years ago John and I moved a desk down the hall in our house in Logan. We moved a mirror off the wall so we didn’t bump it with the desk as we moved it down the hall. (should I tell you that getting it out of the room was like one of those puzzles you manipulate it was really funny and then he figured it out. But that was after we had laughed some about being trapped in the room)  

Anyway, when I put the mirror back on the wall I started to think about where that mirror had been. It was one my grandmother had, my mom, and now us. It is not that special, went over a bureau but I thought of all the people who had seen their reflection there. Many, countless really, and I wondered if it would reflect longer what people wanted to see.  Who had looked there and liked the way their hair was combed, or checked their tie, or tried to figure out what was good about in a dress?

In the movie by Disney, there is a mirror that tells the viewer who is the fairest of them all. . It can’t lie.  

When we see ourselves in the mirror, whenever we do, what do we see?

Do we see someone loved or are we critical of ourselves?

We are you know all loved, and whether woman or man, we are beautiful in the eyes of God.  
So, when you look in the mirror next time welcome the one who is loved, you are a child of God and God will always love you.