Cardinals Appear When Angels Are Near

We’re avid birdwatchers, so this story is special.

Our Wander Life


The Cardinal:

a magnificent bird with a life span of up to 15 years. Said to symbolize hope,  joy,  health, rejuvenation and celebration.  Especially to the ones who look beyond in search of their meaning.  For those who choose to hold the Cardinal dear – you are a special type of person – rare, energetic, and always willing to care for those in need.  

Maureen Heyburn wearing her heart.

    When Maureen Heyburn moved from Washington Heights, NY to New Jersey, it was like moving to the country.  Through the kitchen window, she would spend her time getting lost in the nature around her.  Not a single creature passed her sight unnoticed or unappreciated.  She was full of excitement over every one of them, but she always talked about a little red bird in particular and how beautiful she found it to be.   The excitement she had…

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When Life Pulls You Down, LOOK UP

I had not intended on writing a serious piece for today. But upon viewing a video, my heart knew that I should address how faith keeps one afloat…when life hands you devastating news.

Two decades ago my mom went to her doctor’s appointment. She had been complaining of feeling bloated, having massive pain in her abdomen, and suffering from excruciating bouts of bowel trouble. The doctor did some tests a week earlier and revealed his findings. “We are 99 percent sure you have colon cancer, stage 4 and your chance of survival is almost nil.”

Cancer was prevalent in her family. Her mom died from lung and bone cancer. The films revealed a golf ball size tumor. Mom felt cheated and succumbed to her fears. Our family was prepared for what would likely come in future treatments. Surgery was scheduled to remove the mass, before any schedule was made for chemo or radiation. They would send the mass to be biopsied.

It was during this time we asked for prayers for my mom and our family. The statistics weren’t favorable, but our faith in Christ did not waiver. We put our trust in Him that whatever the outcome that He would carry us. We prayed the mass was not cancerous and it would be benign.

The day of surgery was long. We sat in a waiting room for updates. It was frustrating, because there were  hardly any updates…only two. Mom was back in her room, sedated, but in great pain. Drainage tubes put in. The surgeon came and spoke with us about the partial removal of her intestine, due to having an overage of intestinal length.  He stated the removal would help with motility.

My dad asked about the mass and had it been cancer like they believed. The surgeon shook his head in disbelief. “The golf ball size mass is gone! We couldn’t find it. It vanished. We have no way to explain it.”

We do. MIRACLE! God healed my mom! 

She fully recovered and is alive today and remains Cancer-free! We continue to thank Him for giving for unfailing grace! Our faith has never waned and we know MIRACLES happen everyday. You just have to look for them!


This is the video that inspired my post. Grab a kleenex!

Clinging to Hope

Fantasy or Reality: You be the judge! I dare you!

The days and nights are long. Laundry on the floor, dust bunnies in every corner, barking dogs, grease drips in the oven, mountains of books and paper…

Where at my house does it say “A Spa Retreat” in a French Provencial  font? Because last time I checked, I don’t own  a plush terry robe with monogrammed slippers, no masseuse, chef and a mini fridge…filled to the brim with decadent goodies!

Apparently some of my friends and acquaintances believe being a stay at home mom is quite the luxury. “Can’t you just turn on the tv and plop your kid in front of it, then take a nap? Girl, I would!” Yeah, I could have when Dechland was younger, but I decided to be responsible.

I, especially, love how those that work outside the home feel I should pity them. “Think of me. Here I am…in a cubicle. Confined. Cute, but confined.” The only visual I come up with is a koala at the zoo. You cannot tell me koalas aren’t cute! They are!!!!! And they are confined. This is what I have to work with. I have Mommy on the brain! Deal with it!

The weeds still need tending to and there is no gas in the mower. The dogs must be fed and Dechland’s report has to be printed. No ink in our 3 in 1 plastic garbage scanner printer thingie. $37.99 for ink??? Are you kidding me? Bills to be paid and I’m too cheap to go get a spray tan. I use a bronzer and end up with a clay mud color on the heels of my hands. Forgot to use disposable gloves. Meanwhile, others frolic at the beach or lay poolside with water that is deeper than 9 inches.

I do find small moments to unwind. Put on a favorite cd…I love Michael Buble and Josh Groban. They are two of my all time favorites. And curl up on the couch and catch up on my reading. I usually try to read a few times a week: for pleasure. I sneak in “Me” time, right after I start the dishwasher and load the last batch of wet clothes into the dryer. The buzz on the dryer tells me I have 12 minutes to finish reading whatever chapter I’m in…before the clothes wrinkle.

We no longer own a regular iron; no thanks to sk8rgirl who chewed through the wires. Thankfully she was fine, even though our appliance didn’t fair well. A complete bust! We discovered the frayed wires while getting ready for church. (You learn to improvise real quick in our household!) Dechland’s khakis were super wrinkled, because I fell asleep and didn’t hear the buzzer go off the night before! I grabbed my flat iron and turned it on high! Within in 5 minutes, the khakis were pressed! (Not bad! Kudos to moi!)

After church, we grab food from McD’s and scarf it down! Grocery shopping is next…the week begins again. My life is hectic, i admit. But I’d never want it any other way.