Archive | February 2012

O Lord I Cry!

O Lord I cry to You for peace.

I know You’ve heard, You give release.

I need the comfort of Your Word,

please give my soul the wings of a bird.

Come to me now, speak words of love

and let me call You Lord above

You are my God, I am Your child.

Your ways are good, Your touch is mild.

O Lord, I cry from the depths of my soul,

You give me strength, You have made me whole.

O give me words to calm my mind,

I know You’ve words of every kind.

But, now I need encouagement.

A push, a shove, a compliment.

You are so good, You are so great.

There’s so much more I can relate.

But let me say just one more thing,

Love is Your name, Your praise I sing!

You Came and Gave Me All

So, there we go. . .

just when I thought I lost everything you came and gave me all.

My heart cries out for tenderness and thought nothing was returned. . .

but in the silence was the gift af all you had ~ and all you had was love

The silence was a friend of mine and enemy as well ~

it’s not your fault that words of love were very hard to tell.

You sang to me your need for care in words I didn’t hear,

but somehow through those silent times I felt your love and care.

Sandy Ozanich ~ (c) 2012

Be Still and Know. . .

There lives deep within each human heart

a poet and a maker of music.

If we are still and listen we can hear them play.

And what glorious music they make

with the poetry of this human life ~ your life!

For the Author of all life and love bids you to come and play. . .

play the music, hear the poetry . . .

Be Still and Know!

Sandy Ozanich ~ (c) 2012

Amazing Ella Grace

On Friday, February 24, 2012 my niece Cara was induced to give birth to her second child, a daughter.  An occasion for joy and happiness. . .except this time.   As time went on the progress of her labor was getting slower.

By late Friday evening Cara started pushing this beautiful little girl out, but there were some complications.  Cara was rushed into surgery for a C-Section.  In their haste to get the baby out, the child sustained a cut to her back which required stitches.

Baby Ella was finally born around 1am Saturday, February 25, 2012.  She was whisked away to the NICU (Intensive Care for Newborns).

Ella’s mom, Cara remained in surgery for another 4 or so hours because they just couldn’t stop the bleeding.  Cara was taken to ICU to rest, but was taken again to surgery a few hours later for an emergency hysterectomy because the bleeding just wouldn’t stop.  Cara is only 28 years old.

Isn’t it incredible how God works???  You may be asking me how I can say this, or maybe you aren’t.  I find it incredible because Cara’s husband has family members who are missionaries.  One of his cousins suggested that Ella have a new middle name.  They originally wanted to name her Ella Marie, but Danny’s cousin said, “It was God’s grace that pulled them through, why not name her Ella Grace!”  How appropriate, how wonderful!  Little Ella Grace will always carry God’s Grace with her.

We are all thankful to God for His great mercy.  How many of us realize how very fragile is the thread that holds us between life and death?  During this time of Lent, I want my prayer to be, “Lord, I love you and I want to draw ever closer to you each and every day!  Let my life be a prayer, for You are my breath and my source of love, God of my heart!”

We Are On The Verge Of Human-ness

I believe there can never be a meeting of the minds in the quest for peace unless there is first a meeting of the hearts.

And what do I mean by a meetng of the hearts?  I mean that each person must look upon the face of the other and see their own reflection.

A Maya Angelou has said over and over again  through her poetry, “we are all more alike than unalike”.   We are peace or we are war; we are hope or we are despair; we are joy or we are sadness.

Even in  the midst of real pain and sadness we can hold firm to the truth that “in God, we live and move and have our being.”  We are the bearers of this great and holy legacy; that in my weakness I am made strong.  That even in the struggle we build strength and in that struggle true joy is achieved.

We have the choice set before us ~ we can use the energy of our life experiences as a step to strength and joy or we can allow the negatives to knock us down and kill our spirit.  No one who has ever felt true joy has felt it without true knowledge of pain.  When we have known pain and struggle, we are then better able to understand meaning of true peace and joy.

We are on the verge of human-ness.  We are on the verge of the most intimate knowledge that in Christ all things are possible, all things are within our reach!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

Carrie. . .

Many years ago I had a head on collision with myself.  Did you ever stop to take a look at yourself and not recognize what you saw?

It happened shortly after I applied for work at St. Paul of the Cross Monastery Manor, a residence for the elderly.  It wasn’t that I felt all that charitable towards old people, it was more a need to earn more money to supplement my husband’s income.

When I was told  to start work the following Monday I walked away with mixed feelings.  The thought of making some extra money was good; but the idea of working with old people scared and repulsed me.

You see, ten years earler I worked in a nursing home.  My job lasted only 5 months.  To me old folks were lonely, senile, messy and very difficult  The only thing they do is wait to die and make everyone else miserable while they do it.

I always thought of myself as a good person.  I do care about others, although it isn’t too apparent in my thoughts about the elderly.

The prayer I offered to God was a plea for help.  I had uneasy memories of my experience in the last nursing home.  Perhaps this uneasiness flowed from my own fears of facing myself and my own old age and death.

As I got to know the residents, I came to know life in all of its naked reality.  I came to see love, the love of Christ wandering through those halls in what Mother Theresa calls “the distressing disguise”  And the more I helped care for them, the more I could love them.

It’s very interesting and I truly believe that God speaks to us through His people.  One little lady, Carrie, ws sitting in her wheelchair in the lounge.  I went in to take her to dinner.  Now Carrie was a witty, loveable lady, but not always in touch with reality.  You could talk to her and she would reply in something totally from left field.

“Hi Carrie!  Are you ready to go to dinner?”  I asked.

“Are you Catholic?”  she replied.

“Yes, I am” I told her.

“That’s good” she said, “Faith ~ you know faith is the most important thing we have!  If we don’t have faith, then we don’t have anything”.

Carrie reached out for my hands and gave them a knowing squeeze and flashed me a twinkle from her blue eyes.

What Carrie didn’t realize was that I really needed to hear that, right at that moment.  I love how God does that!  He speaks to us when we least expect it, so we need to be listening.  You never know when it will happen, but I have a sneaky suspicion that it happens all the time!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012