Support for Creeslough

Just a wee personal tribute:

Creeslough:

A dark shroud of cloud hangs over, the top of Muckish hill,

Below in the town of Creeslough, everything stands still.

The quiet afternoon was shattered, by that terrifying sound,

The earth trembled for miles around, that normally sleepy town.

A normal Friday afternoon sends out news, we all hope is untrue.

The only noise is of sirens now, and the sky is flashing Blue,

The disaster now unfolding, is worse than was first thought,

Calls for assistance from across the border, is hastily sought.

The farmer and the builder, and every available local man,

Assisted the emergency services, doing everything they can.

Fire engines, ambulances, and garda cars, tractors and diggers too,

Civil Defence, Mountain rescue, and many a specialist crew.

The hospital was placed on high alert, as the roads began to clog,

All the help was sent to Creeslough, even those hero rescue dogs.

The Angel in the sky Rescue 118 from Sligo, to Creeslough she flew,

Followed quickly behind by the heroes, in medivac 112.

As the evening turned to darkness, and the night it turned to Black,

Heroes fought to reach those trapped, there was no turning back.

Sadly, news began to filter out, that lives had been taken away,

The county hugged old Creeslough town, on this now blackest Friday.

Saturday broke with a numbness, and a sense of total heartbreak,

For those Angels now from Creeslough town, God to Heaven he did take.

The community loss is unmeasurable, and people question the reason why,

You chose to take away those loved ones, as they look towards the sky.

There will be much heartbreak, the mourning will be with them to their days end.

So, give them signs to help guide them, as this is hard for to defend.

Ease their pain and anguish, help those who were hurt and maimed,

Take care of those in Heaven now, in your Kingdom as is proclaimed.

Comfort and help them understand, that this was but you will,

God, please help ease the pain in Creeslough town, beneath your cross on Muckish hill.

Colm McDaid. 8/10/2022.

 

May they all rest in peace. Just people going about their daily life. Support and prayers are with them and their loved ones and the community of Creeslough.  Ar Dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha

Direction for Living

 

DIRECTIONS FOR LIVING

1.      The best way to get even is to forget.

2.      Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death.

3.      God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.

4.      Some folks wear their halos much too tight.

5.      Some marriages are made in heaven...
but they ALL have to be maintained on earth.

6.      Unless you can create the WHOLE universe in 5 days...
then perhaps giving "advice" to God, isn't such a good idea!

7.      Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up.

8.      Standing in the middle of the road is dangerous...
You will get knocked down by the traffic from both ways.

9.      Words are windows to the heart.

10.   A skeptic is a person who...
when he sees the handwriting on the wall claims it's a forgery.

11.   It isn't difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill; just add a little dirt.

12.   A successful marriage isn't finding the right person ...
It's BEING the right person.

13.   The mighty oak tree was once a little nut that held its ground.

14.   Too many people offer God prayers, with claw marks all over them.

15.   The tongue must be heavy indeed, because so few people can hold it.

16.   To forgive is to set the prisoner free...
and then discover the prisoner was you.

17.   You have to wonder about humans...
they think God is dead and Elvis is alive!

18.   It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again...
Just be sure to flush when you are done.

19.   You'll notice that a turtle only makes progress when it sticks out it's neck.

20.   If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence...
you can bet the water bill is higher.

Author Unknown --- 

Thank you for Hands

An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was okay.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking", he said in a clear strong voice.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, sir, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were okay", I explained to him.

"Have you ever looked at your hands", he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.

Then he smiled and related this story:

Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shrivelled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler, I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.

As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war.

They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.

They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my new born son. Decorated with my wedding band, they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friend's foot.

They have held children, consoled neighbours, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.

They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And He won't care about where these hands have been or what they have done. What He will care about is to whom these hands belong and how much He loves these hands.

No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again. I never saw the old man again after I left the park that day but I will never forget him and the words he spoke.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife, I think of the man in the park. I have a feeling he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel his hands upon my face. Thank you, Father God, for hands.

Author Unknown

These Hands

Song by Johnny Cash

These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman these hands are calloused and old
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord

These hands won the heart of my loved one and with hers they were never alone
If these hands filled their task then what more could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been a success
Some people have power but still they grieve
While these hands brought me happiness

Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven't much gold
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
Lord above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
Take a look at these hard working hands take a look at these hard working hands

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NaC1j8n8JI&ab_channel=JohnnyCashShow

" Home Partner "

“Home Partner” A friend came to my house for a beer, we sat down and talked about life. After a while I interrupted the conversation and said to him, ′′I'm going to wash the dishes, I'll be right back.” He looked at me like I told him he was going to build a spaceship. So he said to me with admiration and a little stumped, ′′Glad you help your wife, I rarely help mine because when I do she never thanks me. Last week I washed the floor and she didn't even tell me thank you.” I sat back down with him again and explained to him that I don't ′′help′′ my wife. Actually, my wife doesn't need help, she needs a partner, a teammate. I'm her home partner… and due to that, all functions are divided, which is not “help” with household duties

. I don't “help” my wife clean the house, because I also live in it and I need to clean it too. I don't “help” my wife cook, because I also want to eat and I need to cook too. I don't “help” her washing dishes after eating, because I use these dishes too. I don't “help” my wife with kids, because they are mine too and it's my duty to be a father. I don't “help” my wife wash, extend, fold, and put away laundry, because it's mine and my kids too. I don't give a “helping hand” at home, I'm part of it.

Then with respect I asked my friend when was the last time after his wife finished cleaning the house, doing laundry, changing the bed sheets, bathing the kids, cooking, organizing, etc.. did he say: “thank you?” I mean a real thank you, like, “Wow, baby!! You're amazing!!" Does this all seem absurd? Does it sound weird to you? When, once in your life, you cleaned the floor, you expected at least an excellence award with great glory... why? Haven't you ever thought about that? Maybe, because for you, macho culture taught you that everything is a woman's task. Maybe you've been taught that all this should be done without you having to move a finger. So praise her as you would like to be praised, likewise, with the same intensity. Hold her hand and behave like a true companion, and assume your part, don't behave like a guest who simply comes to eat, sleep, shower and satisfy sexual needs... feel at home, in your home. Change in our society begins in our homes, teaching our children the true sense of fellowship!

" RAOK " - Spread a little Kindness.

 

Spread a little kindness

I never thought I’d see this today on my route. A little old man was walking down the highway looking for a phone to call for help so I pulled over asked if he was okay or not. He told me that he had wrecked his car. I told him to hop in and I would take him back to his car and we will call somebody. I asked the gentleman to hop in his car and see if we can get it unstuck so we don’t have to call anybody, needless to say, we got it unstuck.

I asked if he needed anything else before I go, he said no son you helped make my day even better. (While he was saying this he was starting to tear up.) I asked if he was okay? And he said, “Yes son I just came to see my wife.” I was looking around and realized he was pulling into the cemetery (I got a huge knot in my stomach.) I asked how long has it been? He looked up at me with a smile and said, “Fifteen years tomorrow.”

I asked how often he comes out to see her… he smiled and said, “Every Saturday morning.” He looked at me and said, “At first everyday but after a few years, I couldn’t make it out here like that anymore.” I said man that must be hard to miss someone for that long. He looked at me and reached up to put his hand on my shoulder and said, “If you ever love someone like I loved her then this is the smallest thing I could ever do to show everyone that I love her more than life itself.” He looked at me and said, “I never had eyes for another woman and I never will. God bless you for your help and the talk.”

I just looked at him and thanked him for the lesson. We shook hands and he opened his back door and got flowers for his wife out of the back seat and walked into the cemetery as I drove down the road.

I guess the gentleman was my sign from God (I have been praying for a sign to keep me going in my time of need.) The lesson is your love will never die for the one that is truly yours, just hold on and your love will reconnect somewhere in this life or the next.

 

 

Check out this link with sound on :  "If you give a little love" 

to help spread a little kindness in the world that you live.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZJ31v89X_Y&t=29s&ab_channel=AnkoOussoren

"Music and Song" is Nutrition for the Soul

 

Check out the link :  Fearless Soul  "Only a Season" 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAchEj7Yg_4&ab_channel=FearlessSoul

Here is the link:  "Love Changes Everything"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkF2reI4U58&ab_channel=LSwe1

Take time for the instrumental: "Gabriel's Oboe" -- Ennio Morriconi

Read to your Children

  Parent comments: 

“ I have always read my girls a bedtime story every night from being less than a year old. My oldest now is 7 and reading books way beyond what she should be reading at her age. I'm thankful she has that love of books. I never had that as a child I just hope her younger sister follows in her footsteps.”

“ Its the best time with your children, watching their faces as you are reading the story.”

“ Reading to your child reaps rewards for both child and parents. It creates a beautiful bond that's priceless.”

“When my son was small, I had to work evenings and would miss putting him to bed. I made recordings of myself reading all his favourite books, so he could fall asleep to the sound of my voice reading to him. Years later when my son was a teen, I heard my voice from one of those recordings coming from behind my son’s closed door.”

Watch these links : "Look up"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7dLU6fk9QY&t=219s&ab_channel=GaryTurk

and "Eat Together"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLsSy64xILI&ab_channel=SuperAds