It is Valentines!

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It is Valentines! Share your story …
By Bernadette A. Sahm

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This is ours …

How we met: His former mother-in-law introduced us as I was babysitting his pre-mature newborn infant twins so that the family could attend his wife’s funeral.

Where was your first date: Oriole Park at Camden Yards (he took me to a baseball game to thank me for babysitting his twins)

Age difference: 32 days, he is older!

Who was interested first: he would say he was and I say I was but more as a friend

Who is taller: Brian

Who said I love you first: Brian

Most impatient: Me

Most sensitive: Brian

Most crazy: Both in different ways

Loudest: Me

Most stubborn: Brian

Falls asleep first: Me

Cooks the best: Me

Better morning person: Me

Best driver: Me

Most competitive: Brian

How long has it been: Married for 23 years, together for 28 years

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Gone to God … Gone to Glory

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Gone to God … Gone to Glory
By Bernadette A. Sahm

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When I go to God
St. Peter gives a wink and a nod
When I get to Glory
They already know my story

At the pearly gates of heaven
I hope this is what I will hear
You did good your heart is pure
God is ready now be rest assured

When I go to God
I will have passed through this life
When I get to Glory
God knows no more strife

St Peter leads me to God’s grace
There are angels abound
Now we meet face to face
Calm cool and quiet, not a sound

Heavenly Father embraces me
Once again I am whole
The songs they are singing
Pierce my angel spirit soul

As I move forward, who do I see
To my right and to my left
All those before, that mattered most to me
God stands before us, He is our host

When I go to God
When I get to Glory
I won’t have to speak a word
God knows my story

The Lord is my light and my salvation
So why should I be afraid?

The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger
So why should I tremble? PSALM 27:1

When I go to God
When I get to Glory

The Ocean is Always Where I Left It

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The Ocean is Always Where I Left It
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Changing world, places lost
Friends in heaven, parents now gone
Businesses found to be enjoyed
Now leveled, replaced with new

Sun that shines, rain that minds
Fast one day, slow the next
The ocean is still
What I like best

Age can harden and hurt the soul
People and places they come and they go
Count on me, then you are gone
The ocean is a place, I always know

Tree’s we grow them, cut them back
Children raise them, don’t turn back
Count on me, you say you know
Count on me, promising not to go

What I’ve learned is all I have
My heart is steady
It is sincere, peaceful and ready
The ocean is always where I left it

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/bernadetteamoyer

It’s a Wonderful Life

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It’s a Wonderful Life
By Bernadette A. Sahm

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For Christmas I received an authentic Bevin Bell. I love it! It reads “It’s a Wonderful Life” and beautifully etched into the silver bell. The sweetheart card shows the picture from the movie. The bell sounds beautiful and what is the line “every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.”

I can’t help but read it and think of the movie but also that I have a wonderful life! The movie is a favorite Christmas movie in our home. My husband insists on viewing it on Christmas day.

There are many small towns that we frequent that have that same It’s a Wonderful life feeling and look, Rehoboth Beach Main Street is just one example. This past year this is where we spent the Christmas holidays. It truly was/is a “wonderful life.”

Most people might see the bell as a Christmas decoration and one that should be put away after the holiday ends, and then bring it back out again for future Christmas celebrations. However, I have decided to keep it out and in sight all year long. What a great way to look at the New Year and every day after that and do so daily. Imagine saying that to yourself, ‘it’s a wonderful life!”

How could it NOT be if that is what I am projecting out into the universe? It just sounds so good and makes me smile every time I say it.

It’s a wonderful life! It’s a wonderful life! It’s a wonderful life …

(Thanks Nancy B for such a neat new gift, I love it!)

What can YOU do to create a wonderful life? What are you doing that creates a wonderful life? What does a wonderful life entail and look like to you? How would you define a wonderful life?

Happy Healthy 2020, make it your own version of a “wonderful life!”

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/bernadetteamoyer
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Reflection

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Reflection
By Bernadette A. Sahm

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Today I had an opportunity for reflection. It was work related and prayer filled. You can call it regaining my center or re-connecting with my soul or a spiritual awakening. I knew I was bone tired and disconnected from my core. I’ve been busy, very busy not just in my work projects but in my home projects as well. And it’s the holidays, his birthday, my birthday, Thanksgiving, two big special events and a new home purchase. Ongoing family drama that never ceases to end. Spinning plates and managing life putting one foot in front of the other, moving forward, always moving forward.

I have been completing one task after another picking off my “to do” list for the past 11 months with no real stop and time for reflection. I haven’t written in weeks and probably more like months unless it was work related. My last blog was months ago. I felt choked up and uninspired. I was going from pillar to post. I was getting it done. But at what cost?

In quiet reflection I regained my sense of self and my spirit was re-awakened. I went to Chapel and choose NOT to take my cell phone. Then I chose to stay put in the same seat for 2-hours. The first hour was inter-active with others the second hour was alone time. What a tremendous gift this was to me. A gift that I was not aware that I needed until I was fully immersed in thoughtful prayer. I could hear my inner voice I could sense clarity that I was unaware of inside me.

I thought about Advent and I thought about the Blessed Mother as a young girl deciding to take on the birth of Jesus. I thought about my own motherhood experience where I married so young at age 19, became pregnant at age 20 and gave birth just days after I turned 21. And when I learned that I was pregnant I didn’t run to tell my husband but rather ran home to tell my mother. I remember gasping and saying, “I’m pregnant! What should I do, I am not ready.” And I thought how young Mary must have been and how did she decide to give birth to Jesus. Was she scared or brave and fearless? Who did she tell?

I prayed Hail Mary and Our Father, my fall back prayers and then meditated on colors. Black and gray colors to release any anger or ugly issues and breathed in white for holy and pure thoughts. Then blue for peace and green for health as I breathed in and mediated on healthy colors and thought, I released all the bad in black and gray. This went on for a good ten minutes until I prayed more.

Then like magic I have 2 new blog ideas and the desire to complete one that was started weeks ago. I felt new and refreshed and ready to go again. All it took was some down time and much needed time for reflection. I didn’t enter with any expectations but rather with a desire to re-connect with my soul, my core being was neglected and I didn’t even know it!

Reflection – what a wonderful gift to give myself during this second week of Advent.

Peace and blessings …

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/bernadetteamoyer

My Rose-Colored Glasses

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My Rose-Colored Glasses
By Bernadette A. Sahm

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It is a gift and a curse, I admit it, I wear rose colored glasses! I see the best in people, I see the best in places, and I see the best in most things. I always see the potential and the gifts and talents of most things in life.

I love my rose-colored glasses until I don’t love them. It is hard for me to see the ugly and the hate and the anger in people. I have a hard time with those who are afforded with genuine gifts and talents and fail to utilize them. It is difficult to witness people with self-inflicted wounds or the ones with the need to be perpetual victims.

My rose-colored glasses hold my attention, where I see the dream and the goodness that God has granted to so many people that I know and love or knew and loved. But then I am also wise enough to know that each of us learns and grows and uses our talents hopefully when the time is right and at our own pace.

I am guessing that if offered the choice to do away with my rose-colored glasses and/or keep them? I would opt for keeping them. Any disappointments or any ugliness that I have witnessed is far less important than my ability to see the beauty and the best in all things that life offers. And just like a rose with thorns, rose-colored glasses also come with the ability to view some ragged edges.

And as the Italians say, “non c’e` rosa senza le sue spine” “there is no rose without its thorns.”

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.bernadetteamoyer.com

Now what?

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Now what?
By Bernadette A. Moyer

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You get older and you have been there and done that! You have known those big moments in life, experienced those grand celebrations and big parties and trips and travel, so now what? What to do to celebrate, what to do to feel excited and inspired? How to make this period more special than the last? These are the questions that my good girlfriend and I posed to one another as we were just about to turn 60 years old.

I am not big on going “out” for the holidays, mostly because I grew up in the hotel bar and restaurant business where I worked most big holidays. People in the business tend to call New Year’s Eve, Mother’s Day and most celebrations out as “amateur night” most sane people stay home! Prices are higher, crowds are larger and service just not as good.

At a certain age what you are looking for can’t be purchased in any retail store and doesn’t exist out “there” but rather inside our own hearts and souls. Peace, love and purpose become the greatest gifts that you give to yourself. These are the only places where you find pure joy. For me this is where God lives …

In another conversation with my 86 year old “Other Mother” she states, “you have an outstanding way of forgiving”  I have forgiven much and I have forgiven often, especially when it comes to family members. Let’s just say I have had a lot of practice beginning with early childhood and forward.

I have the hardest time understanding why anyone hangs on to anger and hatred, why would you do that to your own heart and soul? Hate and love can’t co-exist and I choose love and I do my best to choose it over and over again.

Forgiveness truly is the gift that we give to ourselves. There is no peace, no love nor true joy without the grace of forgiveness. So often it starts with forgiving ourselves and only then, is it possible to forgive all others …

Since beginning this blog my 60th birthday has come and gone and it was a memorable milestone birthday and one that I will never ever forget. There was a really big gift, I will write more about it later, but the truth is that without peace, love and purpose there could not be any gift that would have brought me such joy.

On my birthday, I was remembered by so many and in so many ways, that my peace, love and joy ruled the day.

What else could any 60 year old birthday girl really wish for … all the many blessings that come with peace, love and purpose where there lives joy and an abundance of blessings!

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