Nothing diminishes anxiety faster than action. ~Walter Anderson
I took a little vacation last week! .
When my daughter told me she was taking Adeline to Disneyland, I totally invited myself.
I wanted to experience her first trip to Disneyland and see her sweet little face when she met her favorite characters. Then my daughter said we are flying. 😬
Anyone that knows me, knows that I hate flying. Let’s just say that as takeoff day approached the more miserable I got. Anxiety, sweaty palms, nervousness, stomach aches and every kind of thought just pops into my mind, Including canceling. .
But I refused to let it stop me. I got on that plane anyway and worked through it. Kept myself occupied and before I knew it we landed. Ahh what a relief!
I have my precious memories of my granddaughters first Disneyland experience. Worth every anxious moment! •
2004 m. / 2020 m. Apsikeitėm su močiute vietomis 👩🏽⚕️ Kiek save pamenu, visada be galo norėdavau aplankyti močiutę darbe, daugiau niekas man nebūdavo taip įdomu, kaip stebėti jos darbą operacinėje, o laikui bėgant supratau, kad mano didžiausia svajonė sekti jos pėdomis ir tapti gydytoja oftalmologe! Mažais žingsneliais svajonių link 👁👩🏽⚕️❤️ #ophthalmology#residentdoctor#medicaldoctor#grandmother#granddaughter
Be careful what you wish for. Emie’s dream of a storm cane through this morning when she experienced a HUGE thunder storm in Perth. She called me so I could hear the thunder too. This captures our long distance storm quite well!! 😂😎 #longdistancefamily#granddaughter#weather#storm
I’m about to lose the person I’ve felt closest to throughout my childhood and most of my adult life.
I’m about to lose my Grandma.
She’s 91 years old and currently walking through the valley, fearing every evil that is at once real and imagined. There is talk of assaults, former homes, men in masks who are trying to take her away.
Seeing my grandmother descend so rapidly into a state of confusion and to be honest, mental torture, is disorienting and upsetting. To put it mildly. This was the woman who worked in retail until she was 80, calling every customer “love” and often walking away with chocolate bars as the winner of each month’s best performing sales rep. This is the woman who bathed me, babysat me, let me stay up past 11pm, drinking tea and watching questionable TV programming during our sleepovers. This is the woman who held me close, whether I was 7 or 27, who has held my babies close. “I thought he was my baby,” she recently said of my son during one of her more lucid moments. “But he is, Gram,” I assured her.
She was a tough Grandmother, certainly not one to stay home and bake us cookies. She always worked, always maintaining her hair color and impeccable self-imposed dress code. My grandmother didn’t come from money—never really had a ton of money—but she wielded her employee discount to her advantage, often coming home with Ralph Lauren pants, tops, and sweaters to shove into her already too-crammed closet.
She was fiercely independent, despite having been married to my grandfather since she was 20 years
old. She made—and was in charge—of her own money, keeping a separate bank account from her husband and often reminding me that I should do the same. “Never let a man go through your purse,” she would admonish to 12 year old me.
But while she valued her independence, her appearance, her freedom, my grandmother
also loved fiercely, gave without abandon, showering dollars and kisses upon us at every chance she could.
We often joked that she was hard on the outside and soft on the inside, a real teddy bear once you broke past the rough NYC Italian exterior.
I’m not sure that I’ve loved anyone more.
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Anisha's Beeji: Values
Series (3 of 3) @anishajohal Scroll ➡️
"Beeji taught me how to treat people with love and kindness, and she was always loving and compassionate through her actions. Beeji never let anything in life get her down (she never showed it to me at least), and was the strongest female role model I knew when growing up. Whether it was during my late Nanaji’s (maternal grandfather) passing away, her grandson being diagnosed with cancer, or old age health difficulties. Beeji never stopped moving and carried on with life in her determined style. She performed her duties in the best way possible. Beeji's legacy lives on, as I remember her wise words daily. She has taught me so much, especially the power of prayer & faith, which has grounded me during difficult times.
Despite Beeji unexpectedly falling ill, whilst my family and I were on holiday, I had full faith that we would make it back in time to see her. Despite the struggle to find flights, Beeji waited for us. She gave us exactly 12 hours before she took her last breath in 2018, with me by her side, holding her hand- just as she did when walking me to the Gurdwara.
For me personally, Beeji was like a form of God on earth, and I’m forever grateful to have had such an inspirational and loving grandmother as part of my life. The last words that I said to Beeji were: All my successes, achievements and accomplishments are because of you. The world won’t just know me as Anisha Kaur Johal, but as the granddaughter of Naranjan Kaur Mander.
For those of you who are who are lucky to have your grandparents' presence in your life, make the most of spending time with them, and create as many memories as possible." Thank you for reading my Beeji story, and to dadima's for helping me to create this series. Love Anisha 🙏🏾
We are so grateful to Anisha, and wish her every success with her Masters. We would love to share more intergenerational stories from young people. They maybe lifestory style, foodstories, a dadima/dadaji style heritage recipe, something funny etcetera. Do contact us and spread dadima's love ❤🙏🏾
My little breakfast companion this morning. While the house slept in Nancy and I enjoyed coco pops and Cinderella - An unbeatable start to Saturday. #granddaughter#weekend#home
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Can I pass on some sweet and glorious news? Who doesn’t like good news? Join me for a few minutes and I’ll share several nuggets I’ve gleaned over the past couple days.
Peter's message is such a helpful tool for everyday living. And the neat thing about it, it comes with an added bonus. What’s the bonus? It stands out as a go to word during times of great hostility toward the servants of Jesus. Peter is teaching us, who have been delivered out of darkness and delivered into the light, how to rest our hope and confidence in Jesus, how to celebrate life within our homes, among any form of government, as a kingdom minded servant, at home or abroad, how to live humbly and graciously among unbelievers and how to filter the attacks and hostility of a world around us through God's redeeming grace.
Peter helps us remember that when the sanctifying work of the Spirit separates a believer for obedience to Jesus and His message, they can expect questions to come, and anticipate being misunderstood and mistaken by family, friends and foes, which will usually be followed up with some degree of hostility. Believers should never think it is odd or strange when they're being persecuted by those who just can't come to grips with living life for Jesus and His gospel.
Peter is edifying the work of grace and the power of the gospel... because he knows the difference it makes in a believers life. He understands the effects it has upon the disciples of Jesus and how they stand out in cultures and communities that have very little to nothing to do with Jesus and His gospel. So he encourages them to view these things as normal... not strange, so they will not cripple nor hinder their witness by crying about it to a hostile world, but that they commit themselves to God, who is a faithful Creator, who has control over all His creation. He can, He does and He will use these fiery trials to advance His redeeming agenda, rescue others, shape and mold them to look and smell more like Jesus and glorify His name through it all. But being confused over WHY these things are happening, the self-pitying that it leads to more confusions and confessions of despair...