The Healing Tears

They come upon us like the
waterfalls of the forest

Drenching us with an insurmountable Fear

We dread them because they bring upon us
discomfort and suffering

Yet within them there comes a flowing
of the Hearts River

It is the Spirit awakened
It is a time of Comfort

For within them are powerful Healing properties

They Bathe us with His Love

They Heal us of our Pain

They Cleanse us of all that is dead

They bring Life and Wisdom
and they open our eyes to the Truth

For there is God's Love in each drop

Each drop sprinkles us with His Eternal Blessings...

MM

Garden of Splendor

 

 

     The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.   You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail
-Isaiah 58:11




I planted a Garden and watched it grow
I nurtured it with my Love, Tender Care and Devotion
One day I looked out to find beautiful flowers with every color of the rainbow
the stems were green and rich with Life because the Roots were firmly Planted
The Foundation was the Rock of Life

This is what God does for each one of us when we rely on Him
He nurtures us, He feeds us with His Manna and we grow each year
We are the Flowers in His Garden
all unique in Beauty
A Garden of Splendor

Soul Flower

     So I think I must be dreaming. I am in Tuscany, and I have come upon the most beautiful field of sunflowers.  This has always been on my bucket list...to stand in a field of sunflowers under the Tuscan sun. We have made our trip here to Italy, and it is almost September.  I ask at the hotel where I can find this field of sunflowers, but I am told that I am too late.  All the sunflower fields have apparently dried up by this time of the year.  But, some things are meant to be.  We rent a car to explore the Tuscan hill towns, and we decide to take a different route.  Maybe it is the road less traveled.  Along this roadside, I see them from a distance. It is this field of sunflowers in their most perfect form.  I have to get out of the car to believe that they are real.  I stand in the field.  Some of the sunflowers are as tall as I am.  They are bright yellow rays of sunshine.  If they had a face, they would be smiling.
     The Italians call the sunflowers girasoli.  The prefix gira is the ancient word for God, and sol means the sun.  These flowers all face the same direction.  They appear to be outstretched looking towards the sun, sky and the unseen face of God. Maybe this is why these flowers were created? I believe that the sunflower is my soul flower.  A reminder to me to be that ray of sunshine in others' lives.  To be the way that we were designed to be...full of His light.... always smiling and looking in His direction.    Amore

    

Butterfly Kisses-A Mother's Lullaby

     Cuando pienso en mi Dulce yo siempre pienso en mariposas. esas criaturas hermosas y tiernas. Deja que tu Corazon sea libre y en paz. Deja que tu espiritu se eleve como la mariposa.


As we start a new year back to school I contemplate on the past.  It is sometimes hard to comprehend how, in just a few short years, my daughter has blossomed from an baby into a little girl.  Part of my heart longs to hold and rock her in my arms again.  I know someday I will have to let her go.  To let her spread her wings and fly like the butterfly.  But for now, I want to savor each moment, the good and the bad, and to let her know that she will never be too old for me to hold her in my arms and sing her a lullaby....

Sleep Peacefully my Child, my Tender one
For your mommy and daddy love you
as does your Father in Heaven above

Have no fear
For when you awaken I will be here

To Comfort and Hold you
To love you with a Mother's Heart

Sleep Peacefully my Child, my Tender One
For I am with you in your Dreams

I am sending you Butterfly Kisses all through the night
So Drift off now Baby and Sleep Tight


M. McMahon MD

A Life Within

     My daughter was adopted from a foreign country. I had what I call a nine month picture pregnancy.  I met my daughter when she was first born, and then had to leave her as I waited for the adoption to finalize.  For nine months, the agency sent me pictures of her during each month of her development as an infant. There were moments in this process that I felt so barren and empty, yet all the while my daughter was growing in my heart.  For all mothers the miracle of life comes to us in different ways. I wrote these words as her seed blossomed in my heart....


A beating heart is just the beginning
Of the Miracle which has begun

A new Life created from an unconditional Love that never dies
It is the greatest gift in Life
It is the Seed of our Existence

Children bring us hope for a future
And fill us with a sense of purpose

For when each child enters the world
We get a small glimpse of Heaven

We stand in awe of the innocence and beauty before us
Our hearts melt at the sight of them

Tiny fingers, skin as smooth as satin
And eyes like angels
Which fill us with Peace and Happiness within...


M.McMahon, MD

A Whisper in the Night

This poem is dedicated to the orphaned children of Dorie's Promise in Guatemala Foreverchangedinternational.org

My prayer tonight seems but a whisper in the night

Not loud enough to shout through all the earth

For my prayers go out to those very far away

For those who are lost in a world that we will never hope or dream to know

A world without the blessings that we take for granted everyday

Disease, Poverty, Isolation, Loss

I can only pray that a lifetime of Despair will lead to an Eternity of Bliss

That all the innocents of this world who know only hardship will find a life of Peace and Prosperity

It is only a Prayer

A Whisper in the Night

But it is as powerful as a storm which sweeps across the land

Because within it lies the Spirit of Hope

For those who deserve a second chance in Life

M. McMahon, MD

Hello

     We are living in the modern world of communication. Emails and text messaging allow us to be so much more productive in life. In the midst of a busy day at work or home I can text colleagues, my spouse, family or friends and get the information I need without ever really interrupting what I am at that moment trying to accomplish.  Even at the time that I am writing this blog, I am getting notifications from Facebook lol!
     This modern world makes life so convenient, yet sometimes so complicated. It is no wonder why I feel so distracted and pulled in so many directions sometimes. My daughter recognizes this, and I've now heard her comment "Mama stop texting I am trying to tell you something!"
     It is comments like this that are a wakeup call to my soul. What am I spending all this time doing? Hello??? Can we not be just here in the moment with the person or loved one that is right in front of us? Must we really be connected to the entire world through Facebook or some other social media network? I am just posing this question to myself or anyone who is actually reading this blog and feels the same way.
     I sometimes wonder how people elsewhere in the world get things accomplished without access to these modern means of  communication.   But then, I realize that people in small villages far away are accomplishing things. They are talking to their neighbors, who in turn, are helping them to pull a wagon, milk a cow, mend a roof, wash laundry or cook a meal. And in this most basic form of communication, there is human contact. The simple act of just being with one another in the moment; the touch of a hand when someone needs that helping hand, the voice of wisdom that speaks the truth, the warmth of a smile when someone is downcast, the love that pours forth from a kiss.
     I am not saying that I am willing to leave the modern world of communication behind, but I will remind myself to be in the moment with my loved ones. And if there is an opportunity to communicate why not just pick up the phone and say hello? :)


M.McMahon, MD