Middle Years

Worthy

2009-08-11T09:49:00.002-05:00

I am the sort of person who tends to get caught up in a “works mentality” – measuring my worth by what I have done. I was the little girl who wanted approval – to be thought of as a good girl. It mattered very much to my little girl heart what others thought of me. I wanted so much for everyone to like me.

I retain still retain much of that little girl inside this grownup body. I want everyone to be happy with me, and the One topping that list is the Lord. I want to please Him with all my heart. That desire often leads me down the path of good works – attempting to do all I can to insure that I am loved and accepted.

In recent days I have fallen far short of my own expectations – not doing the things I should do and doing those things I shouldn’t. It makes me feel so discouraged and so distant from the Lord. My own unworthiness looms larger than life, and I am left feeling so empty.

With infinite grace and love the Lord drew me aside with the words I had copied down myself some time ago:

The rest of my post is at Laced With Grace today. Please come visit me there.

Blessings,
Linda

SOMETHING NEW

2009-04-05T15:07:00.002-05:00

I have been thinking for some time of making some changes to my blog. However being a person of very limited computer skills, I decided it would be far wiser - not to mention safer - to create a new blog.

It is called "Linda's Patchwork Quilt". If you would like to visit, here is the address : http://www.lindaspatchworkquilt.blogspot.com/. I sure would love to hear from you.

Blessigs,

Evening Primrose

2009-04-04T14:22:00.004-05:00

We have some of the most beautiful wild flowers here in Texas I have ever seen. I love them all, but my very favorite is this delicate little lady.

Her name is Evening Primrose. She modestly closes her delicate pedals when the sun goes down and then spreads them out to welcome the morning sun.

We are in what the weather people term an extraordinary drought - the worst of drought conditions - and I thought we wouldn't see any wild flowers this year. However, I've seen bunches of brave Blue Bonnets and Evening Primrose clinging to the edges of the highway where whatever little rain we've gotten would be likely to accumulate.

As I was walking up our sidewalk this afternoon I saw this solitary pink blossom on our rather dry lawn. A delightful gift.

Blessings,

A Sweet Aroma

2009-04-02T11:31:00.003-05:00

It is growing wild on the side of the road. It doesn't look like much - rather like an overgrown weed. I have no idea what it is called. It sits just at the base of one of the little hills we walk up.

It isn't until you get within a few feet of it that its most redeeming characteristic becomes apparent. The air is filled with the fragrance of a sweet perfume. The image of an elegant lady walking by fills my imagination. It is just beautiful and changes that simple plant into something quite special.

Oh that my life would be like that - a sweet fragrance to those around me and to my heavenly Father. The outward appearance is of little significance. It is the fragrance of my life - the offering of myself in service and submission to Him - that blesses others.

"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in His triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place.
For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing;"
II Corinthians 2:14-15

MASTER GARDENER

2009-03-31T10:50:00.015-05:00

The Master Gardener has been at work.

The old passes away and makes way for new life.

He sends the showers to water,

And the sunshine to bring light and life.

"Oh Lord, our Lord, Your majestic name fills the earth!"

Psalm 8:9

Blessings,

pictures from my morning walk

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2009-03-30T16:42:00.004-05:00

Outside my window: The leaves are falling from the live oak trees and very soon we will see tiny new leaves take their places

I am thinking: about how I struggle with balancing all the different things in my life - never seeming to get things in the right order. I am working on listing five "must do" things in my daily journal and prioritizing them.

I am thankful for...: God's presence in our lives and answered prayer for my Dad. I'm thankful too for good doctors and the amazing technology that can provide a machine to cleanse one's blood. Amazing.

From the kitchen...a big pot of lentil soup. Our weather is warming up so I think this will be the last of the soup for a while.

I am wearing: tan shorts, blue tee shirt and white socks. We took a walk earlier this afternoon, and it was rather warm!

I am reading...: another Miss Read book - "The Year at Thrush Green" and "Why?" by Anne Graham Lotz

I am hoping... and praying that my Dad's dialysis treatment goes well tomorrow.

I am creating...: dishrags and learning to knit continental style. After so many, many years of knitting the way I was taught by my Aunt Fanny, I've discovered that this way is much faster - once you master it that is. I'm all thumbs right now but determined to learn.

I am hearing: It is absolutely quite in my house right now. I am making a deliberate effort to take the time to shut off all the other noises for a little while during the noisy day.

Around the house... : laundry day and the day to put clean sheets on the bed. How I love climbing between freshly washed sheets at night. Bliss..

One of my favorite things: listening to my Easter CD

A few plans for the rest of the week...: to get back to the normal routine -Bible Study, piano lessons, working outside. It is so nice to just spend time at home.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

My Grandmother and me. I've just been thinking a lot about family these days and how precious the days we have together really are.

For more Daybooks visit Peggy.

Blessings,

DISHRAGS

2009-03-28T11:35:00.002-05:00

While I was visiting my Dad at the hospital this past week I knitted some dishrags. I've seen so many pretty ones on other blogs I just couldn't resist. I think I'll knit some more!

Have a blessed weekend everyone.

HOME

2009-03-27T19:57:00.003-05:00

We took my Dad home from the hospital late this afternoon. We stepped out of that rarefied hospital air into a beautiful spring day. The sky was a brilliant blue and there was a fresh, clear breeze blowing through the trees. We were filled with gratitude for the abundant blessings from the hand of a faithful, loving Father.

Thank you so very much for your love and prayers. What a blessing to know that you are being carried on the prayers of faithful friends.

photo by aloalosabine at flickr

Blessings,

Dialysis

2009-03-26T18:29:00.002-05:00

It is early thursday afternoon, and we are just home from the hospital. My Dad has received his second dialysis treatment and is doing well according to his doctor.
Unbelievably, we never did get those lab results we were waiting for, but by wednesday morning my Dad's kidney function was so bad there was just no more time to wait around. He had a catheter inserted on his left side quite close to his heart on wednesday morning. We were very concerned about the possible complications, but it all went extremely well. By that afternoon he was having his first dialysis treatment. It took about three hours.
This afternoon's treatment was two and a half hours long. There is the slim hope that his kidneys will begin to function on their own. More than likely, he will be on dialysis from now on. He will probably have to go three times a week.
Both he and my Mom are doing very well. Tuesday was a rather dark day. I think the full import of what was going on finally hit my Dad. By two-thirty that afternoon, he said he was tired and wanted to sleep. He sent us all home.
Before we left the hospital, my Mom had to sign the release papers for the catheter insertion and the dialysis. She has been so strong through this whole difficult year, but after she signed the papers she just wept and wept.
She said she and Dad had a long telephone conversation that evening, and he told her he felt at peace. He said, "Whatever the Lord does is okay with me."
They have been in much better spirits these past couple of days. God is so very good. We know how much He has blessed us these many years. It has been with great abundance.
Please excuse this rather disjointed post. What is it about sitting in a hospital room all day that makes you feel as though you had run a marathon?
Dad has one more treatment tomorrow and then they are going to let him go home. He is so happy about that. He doesn't like being separated from his "bride" of sixty-three years.
Thank you so much for your prayers. We have felt so cared for.

Blessings,

No News Yet

2009-03-24T09:03:00.002-05:00

I'm sorry I haven't written an update on my Dad before now. We've been gone so much of the time.
He is still in the hospital. We are waiting for test results on his kidneys. They are only functioning at less than 15%, and the doctor does not know the specific cause right now. They are monitoring him carefully, and he seems to be doing well. He has had a very difficult year - a stroke, a heart attack and now this.

He and my Mom are sweet examples of faith and grace. As much as my Dad hates to be in the hospital, he is being very cooperative. It is hard to see him looking so helpless. My Mom has a quiet strength. She is so dear.

So we wait. Hopefully we will have some news today. We appreciate your prayers. Thank you for all of your sweet comments. You are so very dear.

Blessings,

No Surprises

2009-03-20T17:14:00.003-05:00

I am glad that nothing surprises the Lord. Whatever emergency breaks into my ordinary day - He is already there. I am also so grateful that there are things I don't know. I couldn't have enjoyed being outdoors this afternoon - digging, pruning, pulling out old worn out plants - feeling the warmth of the sun and the refreshing breeze. I would have known that Mom would call and say she and Dad are on their way to the emergency room - again.

Dad has not been doing well since his heart attack. He just never seemed to bounce back. It has been one thing after another - small things that wear him down.

Today it is a big thing - his kidney function is very poor and potassium level not at all good. He had blood work done a couple of days ago, and his doctor called this afternoon to say he had to get to the hospital immediately.

And so we are on our way to be with them. We would deeply appreciate your prayers.

Blessings,

ARTIST EXTRAORDINAIRE

2009-03-17T16:33:00.002-05:00

"You dance over me while I am unaware.
You sing all around but I never hear the sound."

You paint the morning sky with miracles in mind.

My hope will always stand;

For You hold me in Your hand

"Lord I'm amazed by You.

Lord I'm amazed by You.

Lord I'm amazed by You,

And how You love me."

Blessings,

From "Amazed" by Lincoln Brewster

Pictures from my walk this morning.

Just Thinking

2009-03-15T13:42:00.002-05:00

Just something I've been thinking about ever since our last Beth Moore session on "Esther" - conditional trust. It gave a name to something I have struggled with for ever so long and underscored with deep black lines the truths the Father has been teaching me. Whenever the thing I feared most loomed large in my life, I would exercise this sort of trust. In essence I would say, "I trust you Lord - as long as it all works out the way I have asked You to work it out."

I never said it in so many words, but it truly was underlying everything I thought and said. I could trust God, just as long as.... If it didn't go according to plan, I would find my faith taking a body blow that sent it reeling.

Over the past few years, the Lord has been gently adjusting my vision. I have learned (and am still learning - to be sure) to place my trust in who He is and not in my plan. It is truly freeing, like chains that once bound my heart falling off, to surrender the "plan" to the One who will do that which is best - always.

When I exercise that unconditional trust, it is such relief. Like a little child, I can rest in the truth that I have a Father who will never fail to love me perfectly and will guide my life with mercy, grace and wisdom.

That's what I've been thinking about this lazy Sunday afternoon.

Blessings,

Showers of Blessing

2009-03-12T17:35:00.003-05:00

THANK YOU LORD - FOR THE WONDERFUL RAIN!

Blessings,

Creation Is Telling

2009-03-11T20:23:00.003-05:00

On Thursday I will be here at Laced With Grace. This is a little bit of what I've written about:

I expect to see them any day. Perhaps they are waiting for the absolute promise of warm weather – after all, they are predicting rain and cold temperatures for the latter part of this week. However, I know they will come. They arrive every March without fail.
I took the feeder down in September, when it was apparent they had begun their journey south. It is hard to imagine such tiny creatures traveling hundreds of miles to spend the winter months in another country.
We had one as an over-night visitor one summer. I noticed him clinging to the feeder as the others flew at him. He finally fell to the ground, and we rescued him. His tiny wing had somehow been injured, and he couldn’t fly. I couldn’t imagine how he would survive, but we made him a tiny bed in a little box and offered sugar-water...

Blessings,

Just For Fun

2009-03-10T15:57:00.002-05:00

GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:

1 - No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2- When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3- If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4- Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5- You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6- Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7- Never hold a dust-buster and a cat at the same time.
8- You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of mild.
9- Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10- The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.

GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:

1- Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2- Wrinkles don't hurt.
3- Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4- Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5- Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6- Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD:

1- Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2- Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3- When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4- You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5- It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6- Time may be a great healer, but its a lousy beautician.
7- Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

From the "Chin Strap"

Blessings,

The M.S. Walk

2009-03-08T10:58:00.002-05:00

Had anyone told me a few years ago that our future included doing the M.S. Walk in support of our younger son, I would have been overwhelmed with grief and fear. But here we were yesterday, gathered with hundreds of other people doing just that.

This is just a part of the group that walked to support Todd. The name on our tee -shirts was "Todd's Team". There wasn't a brooding sense of sadness or fear. There was laughter and friendly chatter because God is good and because our son is an amazing young man.

The back of his shirt says "I Have M.S. That is why I walk." The tears fall as I look at this picture - tears of the deepest gratitude. I have cried so many tears, prayed so many gut-wrenching prayers, wished so often it could be me instead of him. He has the sweetest spirit and such a deep, deep love for the Lord.

Yesterday, he set a pace I found hard to match. He laughed and talked, and I thanked the Lord over and over again for answered prayer. My heart overflowed with joy just to see him walking sure and strong. How good and loving You are Father.

"O MY God,

Thou fairest, greatest, first of all objects, my heart admires, adores, loves Thee, for my little vessel is a full as it can be, and I would pour out all that fullness before Thee in ceaseless flow.

When I think upon and converse with Thee ten thousand delightful thoughts spring up, ten thousand sources of pleasure are unsealed, ten thousand refreshing joys spread over my heart, crowding into every moment of happiness.

I bless Thee for the soul Thou has created,, for adorning it, sanctifying it, though it is fixed in barren soil; for the body Thou has given me, for preserving its strength and vigour, for providing senses to enjoy delights, for the ease and freedom of my limbs, for hands, eyes, ears that do Thy bidding; for Thy royal bounty providing my daily support, for a full table and overflowing cup, for appetite, taste, sweetness, for social joys of relatives and friends, for ability to serve others, for a heart that feels sorrows and necessities, for a mind to care for my fellow-men, for opportunities of spreading happiness around, for loved ones in the joys of heaven, for my own expectation of seeing Thee clearly.

I love Thee above the powers of language to express, for what Thou are to Thy creatures.

Increase my love, O my God, through time and eternity."

From "The Valley of Vision"

Blessed Sabbath,

The Small Stuff

2009-03-06T10:11:00.005-06:00

After forty-two years of marriage I have come to the unalterable conclusion that my husband and I don't always agree on everything and don't even necessarily approach things in the same way (I have never claimed to be a fast learner.).

For example: Hanging pictures. My approach to this task is to eye-ball the place on the wall I'd like to hang said picture. Get a nail and a hammer (or any available heavy object that will drive a nail into the wall - I've been know to use a big metal spoon, but don't tell my husband about that little trick please.) I then proceed to pound the nail in, hang the picture and step back and admire my handiwork.

My husband on the other hand gathers the necessary tools to accomplish this task - tape measure, hammer, nail. He then begins tapping the wall with his fist to find a stud. Once located he then begins to measure from all directions to be sure to get the exact location he is looking for. He then carefully taps in the nail, hangs the picture and stands back to admire the professional job he's done.

Okay, so I do admit that there have been times I've made more than one hole in the wall, but once the picture is hung who's going to notice?

As a little aside here - did you know that you can use an ordinary sewing needle to hang even the heaviest of pictures. I didn't believe it myself, but it is absolutely true. You snip off the eye of the needle (I sometimes don't even bother with that because who feels like going down to the garage to find the right tool for that job), tap it in the wall, and you're good to go. I've hung pictures that are very heavy, and it works every time.

There really isn't much problem with the differences in our picture-hanging techniques, but there can be times when the differences become a tad annoying. Having come from a large Italian family where arguing (well discussing) was practically a sport, I've had to learn that there are some things just not worth arguing over. When I was a teenager, I would have these long "discussions" with my Dad over just about anything. We both knew that neither one of us was going to give - what fun would that be. There were times when I was waxing eloquent defending my point all the while thinking "I know he's right about this, but I am never going to admit it." In fact yesterday, we were arguing (make that discussing) whether we should be using soaker hoses around the foundations of our houses. He said no; I said yes. He was wrong - but he'll never admit it :-)

For years I've used one of those "twirly" sprinklers to water our lawn. Works great. I love it. Sadly, last year one of its little arms broke, and we needed to replace it (kind of hard to turn in circles and remain upright with one arm missing). It was late in the season, and we could not find a twirly one anywhere. So my husband bought this one.

I hate it. It doesn't cover nearly the area the twirly one does. It take forever to get the whole lawn done.

Last week our daughter gave us the extra twirly sprinkler she had just sitting in her garage. Happy day! An efficient sprinkler once again. We started using it immediately.

Yesterday, I said to my husband, "Isn't that sprinkler great? It does a much better job than that other silly one." He just looked at me. Then he said, "The other sprinkler makes a square pattern. I like that better because then you can easily see where you've left off." Huh? Who seriously cares if you miss a spot here or there or actually overlap in a few places? You cover more area!!

Here is where I normally would step up to the debate podium and begin to argue my case. But I have been learning that there are some things just not worth getting into a disagreement over. So I remained calm and didn't say a word (twitch, twitch).

He's running the sprinkler this morning - the twirly one. But he's marking the area it covers with rocks so he won't overlap.

"Even a fool, when he keeps silent, is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is counted prudent."
Proverbs 17:28

Blessings,

Notice how brown and dry our poor grass is!

It's A Girl!

2009-03-03T12:32:00.002-06:00

For several years my husband and I have sponsored a little boy through World Vision. His name is Pellumb. He lives in Albania with his father, mother and older brother. It has blessed us a million times over to be a part of his life.

The other day my husband said he thought we should sponsor another child. I am so excited to introduce you to her. Her name is Nomhle. She is almost four years old. She lives in South Africa with her mother, brother and two sisters. "Her mother struggles to provide for the family." says the accompanying letter.

Nomhle lives in a community severely affected by the HIV AIDS crisis. When I made the call to World Vision to sponsor another child, the sweet lady's closing comment to me was, "Nomhle is a Hope-child".

There it is again - my word for this year "HOPE". How I smiled when I heard it. I look at that sweet little face and I am so moved. I wish I could gather her in a big hug.

Thank You Father for bringing this sweet little one into our lives.

Blessings,

Gratitude: One Thousand Gifts

2009-02-28T11:08:00.006-06:00

"Every good thing bestowed and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow."
James 1:17

I am thankful, that in the midst of a world that seems to be changing with mind-numbing rapidity, the Father never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. His word is true and His promises are faithful. He is the firm foundation under our feet when all else gives way. Thank You Lord.

The little robins come one by one to drink from our birdbath, and I think of the miraculous. Who whispered in his tiny ear that it was time to begin the journey north - and how does he know the way? He has a Father who is watching over Him. I am thankful.

A beautiful bouquet to celebrate forty-two years together. Years filled with everything we had hoped and so much we never dreamed of. You held us together Lord in the best of times and in the darkest of times. You have made of our love something special.

The beginning of the journey for two very special young people. Thank you for their sweet testimony of your grace in their lives.

- Thank you for another year with Dad, Lord and for bringing him safely through this difficult year. We celebrated his 89th birthday with cream puffs and thanksgiving.

- reconnecting with dear friends in our small group at Bible Study; thank You for friends who laugh, cry, share and pray together.

- sensing God speaking a message of Hope into my life

- time spent with the five grands in Dallas: laughing with delight at J's impersonations of people in the movies we watched; watching little G. cling to her Papa's hand wherever we went.

- seeing our son and daughter-in-law return from their vacation rested and refreshed

- kind, encouraging words from blogging friends - my sisters of the heart

- looking into the night sky and seeing the numberless stars piercing the darkness - astounded and deeply comforted that He knows each one by name

- the pleasure in good books - Miss Read books in particular

- sunny, sparkling days with a sky so blue it pierces my heart

- security in the midst of hard times - security in knowing my Father is watching over us.

- watching a favorite movie

- good conversation with a dear friend who always points me to Jesus

- a thunderstorm on Feb. 10th.

- an overnight with our little granddaughters - they are a delight

- answered prayer

For all these things and so much more I thank You Father. You have poured out blessing upon blessing. Give us eyes to see and ears to hear.

To participate in this gratitude journaling and see other lists of thanksgiving, visit Ann's blog.

Blessings,

Amazing

2009-02-26T11:50:00.003-06:00

"Then the Lord said, 'Let the earth bring forth living creatures after their kind: cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth after their kind'; and it was so. And God made the beasts of the earth after their kind, and the cattle after their kind, and everything that creeps on the ground after its kind; and God saw that it was good."
Genesis 1: 24-25

They were standing there as I rounded the curve in the road and headed up the hill. They are so beautiful. I am amazed at the wonder of His creation. This is the One who loves us and cares for us. Thank You Lord, for cutting through all the noise and clamor that assaults our senses throughout the day with evidence of Your grace, mercy and faithfulness in our lives.

Blessings,

Fossils Of One Kind or Another

2009-02-24T10:11:00.004-06:00

We went for our walk in the afternoon yesterday. Grocery shopping took precedence in the morning - the refrigerator was looking decidedly bare. By the time we got home it was close to lunchtime, so we decided to fortify ourselves first and then go for our walk.

It was a perfect day for walking - no jackets needed and no need to worry about getting too hot. The sky was that brilliant blue that almost hurts your eyes when you look at it, and the air was crisp and clear without a trace of humidity. As I said...perfect.

You can just hear the "but" coming can't you? But...the afternoon is not my perfect time of day for doing anything that requires the least bit of energy. For some reason, when the clock begins edging toward two o'clock I begin to feel the need for a nap. I rarely give in to that feeling because I know it would mean absolutely no getting to sleep at bedtime. It's better if I keep busy even if I feel as though I'm in a bit of a fog.

So we headed out the door and up the road. I knew right from the start that I wasn't going to break any speed-walking records on this walk. Just about half way through the biggest hill my legs started to complain:

legs - "Are we there yet? This hill seems a lot longer than usual."

me - gasping for breath and ignoring the whiners - continuing the walk

legs - "Seriously, we are beginning to feel like jello. Look how far ahead he is! Can't we just wait here until he reaches the end of the road and starts back? Please....whine, whine, whine.

me - "Oh, all right if it will make you stop that incessant whining."

So, although perfectly willing to walk all the way to the end of the road, I gave in to the wimpy legs and stood waiting by the side of the road. Not wanting to look like a total slug, I began to look for fossils - a very worthwhile activity I think.

They are fairly easy to find here. I just looked around in the place where the bank had worn away, and before long this is what I found.

I'm not sure if it can technically be called a fossil.(I do believe one of us is a fossil - this little clam or me and my tired legs). The fossils we usually find have the print embedded in the rock. This is the rock that formed from what used to be a clam. Nevertheless, it was time well spent I think. When my husband "caught up to me" on his return trip I just told him I felt it was a very educational thing to do. Some things just have to take precedence :-)

Then the whiny legs and I headed home - way behind my husband who for some reason thinks you're just supposed to keep putting one foot in front of the other when you go for a walk. How silly.

Blessings,

SPRING

2009-02-22T14:08:00.003-06:00

"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease." Gen. 8:22

Spring is beginning to shyly show her sweet face here in South Texas. Whenever I catch that first glimpse of her, I am reminded of God's faithfulness. His promises never fail.

Have a blessed sabbath,

Debt

2009-02-20T15:01:00.003-06:00

We have been bombarded in recent days with bad economic news. Many people are buried under such a load of debt they are losing their homes and wonder how they will have enough money to make it through the month. Our country is reeling with the news of failing businesses and job loss. People are looking for a way out - for help to lift the burden of debt from their shoulders.

I thought this morning, as I was walking, there is another debt every soul who has ever lived owes. It is such a huge debt, that there is not one person who could ever hope to repay it. There is no scheme of man grand enough, no economic guru wise enough, no amount of money sufficient enough to settle the score. It is the debt we owe the Lord for the sin in our lives, and, ironically, He is the only One with the resources to satisfy it.

He is the One who has provided the perfect plan to release each one of us from the weight of such a debt and its inevitable consequences. It requires no work on our part, for we could never earn enough. He asks only that we accept what He has done for us through the death and resurrection of His Beloved Son. We have only to believe and immediately He writes across the pages of our sin-filled lives, "Paid in Full."

The words of a song we are singing for Easter kept running through my mind:
"Oh praise the One who paid my debt, and raised this life up from the dead. Jesus!"
("Jesus Paid It All")

What a weight has been lifted. What hope and peace. Whatever this life brings, we can know that eternity has been settled. He paid our debt.

Blessings

A New Thing

2009-02-19T09:11:00.004-06:00

Despair, I think, is the antonym for hope. Having chosen the word hope to dwell on this year, I suddenly find it wherever I turn. I hear it songs and sermons, read about it in scripture, Bible study and devotionals.

Yesterday, in my devotional reading in Oswald Chamber's "My Utmost For His Highest," he wrote about despair. He used as his example the time the disciples fell asleep in the garden when Jesus had asked them to watch and pray. When they realized what they had done they were filled with despair. They felt, in that moment, they could never make up for what they had done.

"The sense of the irreparable is apt to make us despair, and we say - 'It is all up now, it is no use trying any more.'"

How easily I can identify with such feelings. Whenever I fail do to something I know the Lord has asked me to do, or done what I know to be wrong I am very apt to sink into despair and have a "what's the use" attitude. I believe that is just what the enemy of our souls is after. How pleased he is when we give in to despair and allow our relationship to the Lord to suffer.

However, Jesus has a better way. "Whenever we realize that we have not done that which we had a magnificent opportunity of doing," writes Chambers, "then we are apt to sink into despair; and Jesus Christ comes and says -'Sleep on now, that opportunity is lost forever, you cannot alter it, but arise and go to the next thing.' Let the past sleep, but let it sleep on the bosom of Christ, and go out into the irresistible future with Him."

The answer is to let the past be washed in the blood of the Savior and to go on to the next thing He has. That is the glorious work of redemption and the amazing grace of our Lord. He never gives up on us. He is there to forgive us, to pick us up and dust us off and give us hope. The enemy would have us remain under the weight of guilt and shame, unable to muster up the energy to try again. Jesus extends a hand of forgiveness, mercy and grace.

"Never let the sense of failure corrupt your new action." concludes Chambers.

Behold, I will do a new thing; now shall it spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.
Isaiah 43:19

Picture from flickr

Blessings,

A New Little Kalanchoe

2009-02-16T15:45:00.002-06:00

My husband bought me a new little plant today when we were grocery shopping. It is a Kalanchoe. I have another one that I've had for several years (a minor miracle around this house where I seem to kill nearly every plant that has the misfortune to find its way into my care). It's an orange one. I think it will be happy to have this new little friend.

I wrote a post about the orange one a long time ago (and can't seem to find it in my archives - sigh...). I very nearly murdered it by allowing its little feet to sit in water. I had no idea. One day it just started dropping its leaves and before long I was left with one little stalk with a measly little flower at the end of it. I decided to let it live until the flower died and then put it out of its misery.

One day I noticed some new growth. I could hardly believe it. Before long that one little stalk became several stalks and now it is back bigger and better than ever. At the time it made me think about the grace the Lord has shown in my life. There have been times when I have been all but dead spiritually, but He never gave up on me. He continued to love and forgive and eventually new life began to blossom in my heart. That plant is a constant reminder to me of God's unconditional love.

Blessings,

Sunday Afternoon Visit on the Front Porch

2009-02-15T11:31:00.002-06:00

My Mom and Dad often speak about the things they miss about the "old days", and chief among them is the way people would simply drop by for a visit. No formal invitations going out, no prearranged time to show up, just a knock at the front door. Neighbors stopping by for a chat, Aunts, Uncles and cousins standing at the door knowing they were welcome to come in and sit around the table, have a cup of coffee and catch up on all the news while the kids played games in the family room or out in the yard.

I'm old enough to remember those visits and to remember summer evenings sitting outside on the front porch with neighbors who just happened to be walking by and stopped to chat for a little while. There was a feeling of warmth and closeness that came simply from sharing the stories of our lives with one another. Whether good news or bad, laughter or tears it is all so much better when shared with someone who cares.

So....come sit on the front porch with me this Sunday afternoon. You don't need to call first or wait for a special invitation. There are comfortable, empty chairs waiting just for you. Perhaps you'd like a nice cold drink or a cup of tea. Just come as you are and let's visit.

It's been one of those weeks where every day was just filled with things "to do". It makes the days pass quickly, but I really do like to have a bit of down time if I can. Don't you? I'm thankful it's Sunday and a day to just rest.

I thought Friday would be my day to just stay home and do some of the things I enjoy doing, but we got an early morning call from my Dad. His knee had become so painful overnight that he could barely walk on it and couldn't even manage to get into his little compact car. He had a doctor's appointment for 10:30 and asked if my husband and I could take him. So off we went. It turned out that he had lots of fluid on his knee. The doctor drained it and sent us off with a couple of prescriptions to be filled. He also told my Dad he would have to get back on his water pills. His cardiologist had said he could discontinue them, but evidently he still needs them. By the time we got him home, his legs and feet were all swollen up. He is doing much better now, and we're very thankful it wasn't something more serious. We've had enough "serious" for a while.

We arrived home with only about fifteen minutes to spare before our son and daughter-in-law dropped off our two granddaughters. They were on their way to an overnight Marriage Retreat. L. and H. arrived with their backpacks full of all the Valentine goodies they'd gotten at their school Valentine parties. We had such fun with them. They are ten and six. I love just sitting and listening to them talk. Life is so much the same and yet so different from when I was a little girl.

My husband gave me a beautiful pink and white bouquet for Valentine's Day. We went to church Saturday evening (after the girls went home) and then out to dinner. We had to wait over an hour to get a table. Just between you and me, I'd have been happy to go home, heat up a bowl of soup and just relax with my husband. I must really be getting old.

Have you been listening to talk radio much this week? I begin to listen to it less and less, but I want to keep up with what's going on, so I listen to some. It has been, for me, rather depressing this past week. I begin to have some very serious misgivings about the future of our country. We sang a song this week, our special choir number, that came at a perfect time. I am going to put up the youtube video just to share it with you. There isn't a video, but the audio is wonderful. I think it is a song for our time, a call to those of us who love the Lord and desire to see a great revival in this nation. I hope it will minister to you.

How was your week? What has the Lord been speaking to your heart? How can I pray for you?

Thank you so much for visiting. You are a blessing to me.

The Little Things

2009-02-10T21:14:00.001-06:00

Bright and early wednesday morning I will be here at Laced With Grace.

Please join me, and we'll talk about Zerubbabel (there's a name), plumb lines and little things.

Blessings,

Busy Day

2009-02-09T20:00:00.002-06:00

A busy day today. Grocery shopping this morning - which usually takes us several hours. We shop at the Army base which is a good 40 minute ride away. Then we usually have things to purchase at the PX before heading into the Commissary. So...if we make it home by noon, we're really doing well.

We got a late start this morning, so it was past noon when we got home. We hurriedly unloaded and put away all the "stuff", ate a quick lunch and headed to my Mom and Dad's. Another thirty-five minutes in the car.

My Mom has a precious little Holly Hobby quilt (which I should have remembered to take my camera to photograph so this post might be just a little bit interesting) that she was ready to put on her quilting frame. It is always a four-man project, so she waits for us to come to help her.

Having accomplished that task, we sat and visited for a little while and then had dinner together. My Mom always has a delicious meal planned for us. It was meatloaf, potatoes, peas and carrots, salad and grapes for desert.

We just got home a little while ago. It is eight o'clock. I still have to take a bath, do my Bibles Study lesson and practice piano. Whoever said retired life was dull? When people ask me what I do all day, I just inwardly sigh. I don't know how it happens, but the days are always full.

All that to say, not much time for blogging today. I'd actually rather sit here and visit everyone, but I'd better be a good girl. This priority business is a difficult thing!!

Blessings,

Embroidered Towels

2009-02-07T12:58:00.004-06:00

These are little embroidered dishtowels that my Mom made for me years ago. When Donnetta asked for suggestions for a way to use the towels she had, I thought of them. They were packed away with all the other things I packed when I thought we had a buyer for our house.

I unpacked them and hung them up so I could show her how I usually display mine. I'm glad to have them back in their proper place again. I noticed, however, that they are a bit dingy and wrinkly - so I will give them a freshening up this week.

My Dad made the little shelf they're hanging on. I usually have a little collection of pitchers on the shelf. I'm thinking of retrieving those from their cardboard prison too!

I love the way each towel has the day's chore represented. Ah the "good old days", when it really did take all day to do the laundry. I actually love so many things about those good old days, but I am truly thankful for my modern conveniences.

Have a blessed weekend.

I Hear You Lord - Thank You

2009-02-05T13:07:00.003-06:00

After what we all deemed too long a break (everyone voicing agreement in the need for accountability and a structured study to keep us disciplined), we resumed our Ladies Bible Study yesterday. We, along with countless others, are doing Beth Moore's study on Esther.
I could hardly wait to get started.

Many others have written insightful, wonderful posts about this study - so I won't attempt to write what has been written so well. I just want to tell you how amazing God is (I know that's not exactly new to any of you either) and how grateful I am that He is mindful of me.

I love Beth Moore's studies. She is uniquely gifted to open the truths of God's Word to women. I quite literally had goosebumps the whole time I sat watching the video and listening to her share what God had given her. However, when she came to point 2 under "Why Study the Book of Esther?" and said "IT OFFERS TREMENDOUS HOPE" I nearly jumped out of my seat.

There is was again - my word. She went on to say, "We are called to faith, courage and providence." How it encouraged my heart to hear repeated what I really already knew. "Faith" she said, "is putting God in every fill-in-the-blank. Nothing is coincidence in my life. Nothing happens by chance."

What hope (confidence, eager anticipation, longing, aspiration) that births in my spirit. The Father watches so closely that nothing escapes His notice. Circumstances that cause me to despair have not taken Him by surprise. He takes the time to reinforce in the heart of one of the least of His children that I have a HOPE. He is my hope. He is greater than any circumstance and loves me enough to be all in my life that He has promised to be. He couldn't do any less. He never does.

My memory verse this week is:
"Such things were written in the Scriptures long ago to teach us. And the Scriptures give us hope and encouragement as we wait patiently for God's promises to be fulfilled."
Romans 15:4

I chose it last week. It was part of the Bible Study this week! I hear You Lord!

Blessings,

HOPE

2009-02-02T14:40:00.003-06:00

I confess that I am easily confused and prone to doubting. The Lord is infinitely patient with this flaw in my character, forgiving me over and over again. What truly overwhelms me is that He not only forgives, He lovingly encourages and teaches - growing my faith.

I believe He gave me a word for this year. Not a prophecy, but rather a literal word to be planted into my heart like a tiny seed. A seed that He would nurture and grow and use to produce fruit of His choosing in my life.

Knowing the nature of my wavering heart, He kindly and gently reinforces what He has told me. I feel such a sense of gratitude at such love. It causes my love for Him and my faith in Him to grow. What a wise and loving Father.

Today I read an article in "Decision" magazine by Joseph M. Stowell. It could very well have been entitled: "To Linda from her Heavenly Father." It is all about hope. I'm going to share a few quotes that were meaningful to me in the hope that it will minister to someone else:

He began the article by saying that trouble comes to all of us. When it does, how will we handle it?

"The right answers are found by asking the right questions. And the right question is not 'Why?' Processing problems in the why zone too often leaves us cynical, hardened, angry and confused. The only right answer to why is 'I don't know why, and if I don't know why, I need to suspend judgement until I do.'"

"Hope beings when we start with the right question; 'Who?' ...It sounds simplistic to say that ultimately God is our only hope. Nevertheless, it is true that help and healing begin and end in all that He is and all that He provides. Our hope and eventual healing begins by looking in His direction."

"The only certain, steady reality when life takes a downward turn is our Father in heaven and the helping work of His Spirit through the guiding principles of His Word. God is full of certainties that provide something solid to hope in."

"When Scripture speaks of hope it literally means to trust in a present and future help that is certain. Our English word lacks this element of certainty. It is little more than a wish, a 'hope so'. Biblical hope is grounded in certainty."

"When we begin with who, we begin with Him. It may only be a determined resolve to look trustingly in His direction, but we must begin with Him. For some, hope in God will conflict with thoughts of the damage He has permitted in our lives. However, if we are willing to open our hearts and minds, we will come to know how His certainties can become realities that bring hope and eventual healing."

"When we begin to believe that He doesn't care, we cross a threshold of vulnerability to the debilitating forces of anger and cynicism that bring us further distress and eventual defeat.
We must turn to the entity over which we exercise exclusive control - our wills. My thoughts, my responses and my decisions are always within my jurisdiction. I can choose to keep looking to Him even when all is quiet in the sky."

"If we choose not to cultivate our hope in Him, where then will we place our hope? Will we hope in the gods of comfort, peace, pleasure and self-fulfillment? Or will we be children of the true and living God, who is indeed our ultimate and final hope?"

"It is an issue of where we look. We can look downward in despair and outward in fear and confusion as we survey our circumstances. Or we can look upward to Him and inward to our choices."

This has been such a long post, and I thank you for your patience with me. I have felt so encouraged just typing the words out. I want this kind of hope to sink deep within my spirit. I don't want my circumstances to put a barrier up between the Lord and me. I want to allow Him to use them to draw me ever closer.

picture from flickr

Blessings,

Back Home and a Question

2009-01-30T17:13:00.007-06:00

We are home. Our son and daughter-in-law walked in the door at 7:15 this morning. We were still in bed, but the kids heard them come and ran out to greet them. They had a wonderful time in Maui. It was nice to see them relaxed and rested (well somewhat rested - they had been traveling all night!).

I don't have a single picture to show all the fun with had with the "grands". When my granddaughter called late monday afternoon with the news that an ice storm was on the way, we packed so quickly I didn't take my camera. I'll just have to tell you that we treasure these times with them and enjoyed every (well nearly every) minute.

The predicted ice storm did indeed arrive, but it was a day late. It didn't start to sleet until late tuesday night. We woke to the noise of the three middle kids jumping on the trampoline at seven o'clock in the morning. It was covered in ice, and they were having a blast jumping and cracking the ice. Next came skating down the driveway. They were vastly disappointed that there wasn't more of it and wished they could have gotten lots of snow instead - thus illustrating that they are children who have been sorely deprived because they live in a place where it rarely snows. When they made the move from Houston to Dallas there was much hope expressed that they would finally see snow. Normally they do get a bit of snow there, but it hasn't lived up to expectations this year.

We played games, ate more fries than we normally do in months, watched "Horton Hears a Who", did puzzles, ran around the playground when the sun came out, and laughed till the tears rolled down our cheeks. We feel a bit like George Bailey ("It's a Wonderful Life) - we're the richest people in town.

I am hopelessly behind in reading posts and commenting. I feel sort of lost when I am gone for several days like this. The weekend is chock full - so I'll begin to get back to a normal schedule on monday. In the meantime....

Blessings,

P. S. Recently my posts haven't been showing up in bloglines. I'm not sure what to do about that. I emailed them but didn't get a reply. I keep trying to hit publish in hopes it will get out there - but no success. I know it's happened to others. Does anyone know how to correct it. It's funny - I feel like I'm caught out in the cold and dark somewhere :-)

Why Blog and a Little Update

2009-01-25T11:46:00.007-06:00

During the time I've been blogging I've seen several posts with this same title. It always intrigues me to read about the reasons others blog. These bloggers usually have a sort of running theme through all their posts - one that finds its genesis in the very reason they began blogging in the first place. Invariably, they are blogs I am drawn to.

I am a rather orderly person. I find it hard to get comfortable when there is chaos all around me. Before I can sit down to do something, I need to tidy things up. That doesn't mean I keep an immaculately clean house. It simply means I like everything to be in its assigned place. The pictures may be sitting on a rather dusty surface, but they are right where they belong. I am content.

It is the same way with my mind. I like to have things all thought out, sorted through and put in their proper place. So I needed to figure out exactly why it is I blog.

I have mentioned a time or two or three that I have a huge imagination. Inside this sixty-two year old heart lurks a wide-eyed child whose head is filled with impossible dreams. I tell you that to explain my original reason for blogging. I am going to reveal a very foolish part of myself - so please don't laugh too hard.

When I first discovered blogging, I saw it as a way I could use my love of writing as a service to the Lord by writing about the things He put on my heart. In and of itself, I think it was a good reason to start. However, it didn't take long for the Dreamer to make her appearance, and I began to envision GREAT THINGS. Instead of the rejection slips I had so far received for my efforts to impress the writing world, I would have lots and lots of people reading my work and being blessed. Why who knows where it could all lead? Book offers, book tours....maybe even Oprah's Book Club (I told you I could dream BIG).

It didn't take long for that dream to go the way of most of my others. There were not lots and lots of readers - and the writing hasn't been all that brilliant after all. The reality was quite different, but in many ways much more than I ever dreamed. I couldn't have imagined the wonderful community I would be privileged to become a part of; the amazing women who write brilliantly and whose lives enrich and bless mine far more than I ever could.

So why blog? I looked in an old notebook I keep filled with quotes about writing. One of my favorite writers is Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Here are some of the things she said about why she wrote:

"And yet my life does not go well without writing. It is my flywheel, my cloister, my communication with myself and God. It is my eyes to the world, my window for awareness, without which I cannot see anything or walk straight. Writing in a diary is my tool for the development of awareness. It is the crucible through which the rough material of life must pass before I can use it in art."

"One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to analyze and disperse one's gloom."

"I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living."

I cannot remember where I read it, but the author was writing about keeping a Journal. She said that a thought or an event was not completed for her until she had written it down. It is much the same for me. There is something about writing a thing down that puts the finishing touch on it or perhaps gives it clarity.

That is what I want to accomplish with my blog - and then to share it. I'm not quite sure why the "sharing" part is important. Perhaps it is still that desire to somehow serve with my writing - to encourage, to share ideas, to keep in touch, to laugh and cry with others. It has become a sort of Journal but without the deeply personal things that really should be kept in one's own heart.

That is why I blog. I am so thankful that all of you blog too. How you have enriched my life.

Blessings,

Quick Update: We are in Dallas with our five grandchildren. We were scheduled to leave on tuesday morning but a predicted ice storm changed our plans. My granddaughter called and told us of the dire forecast, so we quickly packed and left the house at about 5:30 monday afternoon. A friend of my daughter-in-law was taking first shirt (she had been with them since saturday) and we were meant to take over tuesday evening. We quickly decided that we should try to beat the storm in both directions. She headed back to Houston and we left for Dallas. Our granddaughter, who is 17, held down the fort until we arrived.

We ran into a thick fog just after we drove through Austin and it stayed with us until just outside of Dallas. Scarey!! It feels as though you are enveloped in a thick blanket. My husband did a great job, and we pulled into the driveway at a little ten o'clock.

We are caught up in the fun of five children and an icey day outside. I'll be away from the computer for a few days. My four year old granddaughter wants me to watch her play with her little video game. So....I'm off! If things quiet down this evening I'll try to visit a few blogs. Otherwise.....see y'all on monday!

Blessings,

Just Thinking

2009-01-22T14:50:00.004-06:00

The windows are open to let in the lovely breezes. I'm sure I've started more than one post just exactly this way, but it is such a gift to have the windows open to the fresh air, I just can't help myself. We spend so much time with the windows closed up tight and the a.c. going, it is a joy to open the windows and let the gentle wind blow through the rooms of our home.

It is a very quiet day here - absolutely nothing going on. Bliss. We went for a walk this morning, I called my Mom, put a load of laundry in the washing machine - and that was it! All those hours waiting to be filled.

I sat at the piano for a long time practicing. I think I'm making a bit of progress, but it is slow. I long for the day when I can just open a piece of music and play without first having to sit and figure it all out. The figuring gets easier though, and I am enjoying every minute of it. I'm trying to exercise this old brain as well as this old body.

Tomorrow we have a busy day at the V.A. A routine stress test for my husband. It is also my Dad's 89th birthday. We've been invited for cream puffs and coffee on saturday afternoon. My Mom makes the most delicious cream puffs, and everyone knows cream puffs must be eaten the first day. They get soggy if they have to sit around (not much chance of that!).

I've been thinking about the word I've chosen for this year - "HOPE". I have read some things lately that have challenged my ideas on praying. I don't want my prayers to be a laundry list of the things I want the Lord to do for me. I'm afraid they often are. Then when I don't receive answers, I feel discouragement creep in. I keep coming back to the idea of praying without ceasing, of talking to the Lord all through my day rather than at a specified time. I've been trying to do that, but it is always me talking. I long to hear His voice. I long for conversations. I want to sit at His feet, lean my head against Him and rest in His presence.

I'm afraid I've let too many other things take the place of that. He is always right where He has promised to be. I'm the one who keeps putting Him off - the pattern of a lifetime of taking Him for granted.

Our music minister said last night that God uses broken vessels. There have been circumstances in my life that have left me shattered, and I've run to Him. It is true that those are the times we grow closer to Him. But suppose the brokenness meant breaking free of habits of selfishness and rebellion that keep me doing those things I don't want to do and not doing the things I should do?

I've been pondering.....it is time to make new habits. That is part of the Hope that is in me. That He will make all things new. I have begun to realize that what is most important is what He wants to do in my life and the lives of those I love dearly. More important even than having Him say yes to all my prayers. I've been concentrating on the "fervently asking". I feel Him calling me to fervently seek Him and Him alone.

Blessings,

That picture isn't my window. It is courtesy of flickr. The grass is not green outside my window. I'm afraid it is rather dry and brown.

One Thousand Gifts

2009-01-19T14:30:00.005-06:00

"Suppose for a moment that God began taking from us the many things for which we have failed to give thanks. Which of our limbs and faculties would be left? Would I still have my hands and my mind? And what about loved ones? If God were to take from me all those persons and things for which I have not given thanks, who or what would be left of me?"
Reardon (in "Out to Canaan" by Jan Karon)

Thank You Father:
- for a warm, solid home safe from wintry blasts
- quilts to snuggle under on a cold night
- hot chocolate
- the grace and glory of changed lives
- answered prayer
- the joy and blessing that comes from learning to give to others
- the warmth of friendship
- for choosing me to be your child

- for time spent with family and a visit with my little brother (who I don't get to see nearly often enough)

- for the miraculous way you took care of Dad - You were with him every moment working all things together

- a beautiful bouquet to celebrate 42 years of marriage - years filled with so much of everything life contains. Thank You for being the sure foundation under our feet. We never would have made it without You.

- for Your faithfulness. This chubby little robin reminds me that You are always watching, always taking care of me. He (or perhaps she) also reminds me that Your promises never fail. I am overwhelmed with wonder when I imagine this fragile little ball of feathers traveling hundreds of miles with unerring accuracy back to his home in the north. How does he know the way? How did he know it was time to begin the return journey? It is You Lord; it is You. I stand amazed.

To read other posts filled with gratitude go to Ann's blog and check the sidebar.

Blessings,

Home

2009-01-18T16:10:00.002-06:00

How it touches my heart to read your dear comments. Thank you so very much for praying for my Dad and for your encouraging words. He is home. Thank You Lord!! He was discharged late this morning.

We are home and have absolutely crashed!! I'm planning to go sit and knit and read the rest of the day away. My sweet husband (who has driven a million miles in the past three days chauffeuring everyone around between home and the hospital and lots of other places) is watching the NFL playoffs. I'm going to go help him cheer on his team (while I also do the above mentioned things because I'm a girl and I can multi-task :-) ).

Blessings,

My Dad

2009-01-17T20:27:00.002-06:00

My computer has been silent for a couple of days - very unusual, and it must be wondering where I've gotten myself off to. Well....we've been at the hospital for past couple of days. My Dad had two more stents put in early this morning. It was a scheduled procedures, and he is doing very, very well. We thank God for His unending goodness.

The heart cath. was scheduled for early friday morning, but because his kidneys were not functioning as well as they should have been (due to the dye from the earlier stents) the doctor put it off for one day. They gave him a special medicine to flush his kidneys and by this morning everything was looking better.

My Mom has stayed with him the whole time this time, and he is much more relaxed. He just doesn't like being separated from her. After 63 years, that is certainly understandable :-) If all of his labs come back okay, he will go home in the morning. He, of course, says he's going home no matter what! An ideal patient he is not.

You have all been so sweet to ask about him and pray for all of us. I am so thankful for all of you. After calling family and close friends I had to check in with y'all. You have truly become an important part of my life. I've tried to read all your posts, but I haven't had time to comment. Hopefully, life will slow down just a bit and I will be able to visit longer soon.

Blessings,

A Look Back

2009-01-15T12:14:00.011-06:00

We had a sweet 42nd Anniversary Day together. I love him more deeply with every passing year. He has loved me even when I have been unlovely, with an unconditional, unselfish love. His faith and depth of character call me to something higher. I am so blessed.

I thought I'd give you a little peek back to where those 42 years began and the early years of our family.

January 14, 1967

My soldier. Far too soon after our marriage, the letter from Uncle Sam arrived, and we had to say good-by. He was off to Vietnam - a difficult time.

He was home in time for the birth of our first child.

Scott Stephen - born May 1, 1969

Two little boys and fun camping on July 4th - Todd's birthday.

Brothers - I often wished I could freeze time and keep these two precious little guys just this way for a long, long time.

A precious little daughter added to the family. We were complete.

In 1982 we caught a bit of the "pioneer spirit" and left New York for Texas. We are so glad we did. This was the house we rented while my husband built us the house we are presently living in.

There you have it. A little look back.

Blessings,

42 Years!!

2009-01-14T12:12:00.001-06:00

Today is our 42nd Wedding Anniversary. I'm spending the day with my favorite guy!

See ya tomorrow!

Blessings,

Who Me Lord?

2009-01-13T11:38:00.003-06:00

It is very humbling to think that you have mastered something in your life only to find that it isn't true at all. I thought I had the nagging, contentious thing down. "I don't do that any more," I rather proudly said to myself. "I only make sweet suggestions in the nicest possible way. I don't even argue my own point very much any more - well not a lot anyway." Then something I read in my devotional, "MY Utmost For His Highest," brought me up short this morning. It was more than a mere whisper of the Spirit; it was loud and clear:

"We imagine we understand where the other person is, until God gives us a dose of the plague of our own hearts. There are whole tracts of stubbornness and ignorance to be revealed by the Holy Spirit in each one of us, and it can only be done when Jesus gets us alone."

"Do you mean I shouldn't suggest that he attend a Men's Bible Study Lord, or that I shouldn't give him creative suggestions for ways to spend his free time, or ask him for the umpteenth time when he's going to work on his truck, or suggest (in the nicest possible way) that he call the kid who was supposed to order the part for the a.c. unit so the man can come and fix it?"

"Yes Linda. That is what I mean."

"Oh. I understand. It's that verse in Proverbs isn't it? The one that says 'A quarrelsome wife is as annoying as constant dripping on a rainy day." (Prov. 27:15) Please forgive me and give me the grace to stop doing it."

Not one hour later, my husband picked up the phone and called the man who is supposed to come and fix the a.c. I hadn't said a word - honest. I didn't even try to get the message across with body language or sighs or facial expressions. He got everything worked out. And here is the best part. After talking to the man, he talked to his wife who sets up his schedule. My quiet husband had a long conversation with the wife about God's goodness and dealing with illness and praying for one another. I just listened in amazement and imagined the Lord grinning from ear to ear.

"So I guess this means I don't have to be my husband's "holy spirit" Father?

"Yes child. I've taken care of that. Let's you and I work on your heart, and let Me work with your husband on the things I desire to do in his heart. I can do that."

I love it when the Lord does such an obvious thing in my life - even when it means I have to face some difficult things about myself. I am learning that I have so much to learn.

We will celebrate our 42nd wedding anniversary tomorrow. I am still learning!

Blessings,

Marching To Zion

2009-01-11T19:16:00.004-06:00

On Monday I will be at Laced With Grace. Come and join me, and we'll march to Zion together!

Blessings,

Family

2009-01-10T11:45:00.008-06:00

Making precious memories.

Blessings,

Back to "Normal"

2009-01-09T11:57:00.002-06:00

We drove my brother to the airport this morning to catch he noon flight back to the Big Apple. It was so good to have him here and difficult to see him leave. The days just flew by.

We gathered at my Mom and Dad's last evening and just had the best time talking and laughing. My brother's birthday was this past Wednesday - so we celebrated with coffee and cake. He is very much my younger brother. I was in my freshman year of college when he was born. I still remember running down the to the dorm phone (this was in the dark ages when there was just one phone on each floor in the old door where the freshmen women were housed) and hearing my Dad say, "It's a boy!" After two girls, he was absolutely thrilled.

I was married by the time Peter was two years old (He was all dressed up in a little blue velvet suit (with short pants) on my wedding day). So our relationship was a bit more like Aunt and adored nephew. My first son was born when he was five years old.

I don't get to see him very often, but I always love spending time with him. It was perfect timing for my parents too. My Dad is doing well after his hospital stay and so was home and able to enjoy spending time with Peter.

Speaking of my Dad. He called just a little while ago to say his visit with the cardiologist went very well. His next procedure is scheduled for January 16th. The doctor said he will check to be sure all is well with the splints he already has done and then he will decide how much more to do right then. There are three splints remaining to be inserted. I don't know how many will be done that day. It is just an over-night hospital stay which makes Dad extremely happy. His doctor said, "We don't want to make you as good as you were, we want to make you better." He is a wonderful doctor. My parents have great confidence in him. God is so very, very good.

So...we take a deep breath and slip back into the normal routine for a little while. We give thanks and we rest in Him. What a blessing it is to be able to bundle up all those worries and fears and lay them at the feet of Jesus. It isn't just the relief of the heavy weight, it is the knowing that He will do exactly what is best for us. He loves us that much. That is what gives hope, peace and joy - real joy. Thank You Lord Jesus - for loving us so perfectly.

Blessings,

Rain and Hope

2009-01-06T15:57:00.003-06:00

It rained last night! I think I may have mentioned a time or two that we are experiencing a sever drought here in South Texas. Last year was the third driest year we've ever had. I have been praying for rain for months.

For some reason, this praying for rain has become a metaphor for me of the truly deep needs I have been praying about for an even longer time. So often there would be the forecast for rain, and I would wait with great hope that the rains would come and the drought would end. Each time the weather system would circumvent us - going either north, south, east or west of us - leaving us with everything growing brown and dry and water levels getting lower and lower. We drive past ranches with tanks holding only a tiny bit of scummy water, and I wonder how the animals cattle could possibly do well under such conditions. Creek beds are dry and lakes and rivers shrink with every passing day. And I pray for rain and think it is just like everything else I am praying for - the heavens are silent.

In my last post I wrote about the word I think the Lord has given me this year - hope. So when the forecast was for rain yesterday, I began to pray again. There were a few drops falling when we left at 6:30 a.m. to drive to Houston, but they soon stopped. All day - only the tiniest of drizzles fell from the overcast skies. And I wondered about this business of hope.

I woke several times in the night and prayed so hard for rain. It sounds so melodramatic even to me, but somehow "hope" was in the balance.

This morning it was raining. There was over half an inch in the rain gauge. It was, to a heart that has felt more despair than hope in recent months, as though the Father had drawn me into His great arms of love. Even in the midst of drought there is hope. Even when the heavens are silent there is hope - for He is always listening; He is always moving and working on my behalf.

It rained - and hope grew stronger.

Blessings,

My Word For the New Year

2009-01-04T11:34:00.007-06:00

My word for the New Year last January was path. I felt the Lord impressing on my heart the need for surrender, full and complete, to the plans He had for me. Somewhere in the process I felt a sort of hopelessness settling into my spirit. As I gave control of my circumstances to the Lord, I somehow began to feel that perhaps the most urgent prayers would go unanswered. I wondered if silence meant that I simply shouldn't keep asking for those things I so desperately wanted. Was there a time when hope for those things was gone?

A Christian magazine came in the mail yesterday. There was an article about what to do when God is silent. The author concluded that we must never give up hope.

Then we sang "My Hope" last night for our choir number: "My hope is in the Lord, from this time on and evermore." I felt something stirring in my heart.

When hope is gone, there is sense of despair that settles in like a thick fog blocking the view to heaven. "Hope deferred makes the heart sick..." (Proverbs 13:12a). Hope comes like a ray of sunlight, penetrating and dispersing the fog.

My Bible defines hope as "comfort, expectation, confidence, trust." I had a Pastor once who defined it as "confident expectation." That ministers to me. I understand that I will not necessarily get everything I ask for. However, hope allows me to trust in the character of a loving Father and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He will work all things together for good. And so I continue to pray....with hope.

"And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us."
Romans 5: 3-5

"Sustain me according to Thy word, that I may live; and do not let me be ashamed of my hope."
Psalm 119:116

"For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope."
Jeremiah 29:11

This is what I am working on in my spare moments these days. It is a fitting picture for this post. It is a baby blanket for a young woman in our choir I recently met. I think of a brand new life filled with potential and carrying such hope for a future in Jesus.

Blessings,

Happy New Year and an update

2009-01-01T13:41:00.002-06:00

Happy New Year!! I pray each of you will have a new year filled with the peace and joy that comes from knowing the Lord. He is the unchanging foundation that is firm beneath our feet. Whatever this new year brings into our lives we can know that He is the same yesterday, today and forever. His love never fails. He is in control. He works all things together for good for those that love Him. What rich blessings He has given to each of us.

Update: My Dad is home from the hospital. We brought him home last night. He is so happy to be home. He still has a lot in front of him - three more stints will need to be put in in a few weeks; he has an appointment with a kidney specialist in one week (his kidney function hasn't returned to normal yet, and they want to be sure it does). We are more thankful than I can say for all that the Father has done for us. Thank you so much for your dear comments and for your prayers. Oh how we depend on those prayers.

Yesterday began for my husband and I at a little before two a.m. when the phone rang. My first thought was that my Dad had had another heart attack. It was my Dad calling - wondering when we were coming to take him home. It seems the medication they had given him to help him sleep had quite the opposite affect on him. He was so disoriented and so agitated.

At five a.m. his nurse called and asked if someone could come and stay with Dad. He was all dressed - jacket and all - and walking up and down the halls. They couldn't get him to stay in bed. So my husband and I headed to the hospital. He was sound asleep in his chair when we got there, but he woke up shortly afterwards. We got him to lay down at around 6:30, and he slept for a couple of hours. Then my husband went to get my Mom.

By mid-morning I think the affects of the sleeping pill had finally worn off. We had to wait most of the day for the doctor to come. He would have liked to have kept my Dad for one more day just to be sure about his kidney function, but all things considered decided he would do better at home. I think he was thinking of us too :-)

I don't think my Dad has any real memory of his early morning "adventures". I've talked to him a couple of times already today. He's doing well, and so is my sweet Mom. We continue to pray that he will recover fully and that all will go well with the other things. I can't tell you how much we are not looking forward to his next hospital stay :-) I have made just one resolution this year and that is to truly let the Lord Jesus bear my burdens. I imagine Him standing there with outstretched hands softly saying, "Give that heavy load of stuff to me. I have promised to bear them for you and give you grace to do your part. Please let me do that." I worry far too much, all the while knowing that God is in control and that He will only do what is best. It's time to stop all the worrying and do a bit more believing.

This is far longer than I intended, but I want to share something I "coincidentally" read yesterday that spoke volumes to my spirit:
"If the trials of many years were gathered into one, they would overwhelm us; therefore, in pity to our little strength, He sends first one, and then another, then removes both, and lays on a third, heavier, perhaps, than either; but all is so wisely measured to our strength that the bruised reed is never broken. We do not enough look at our trials in this continuous and successive view. Each one is sent to teach us something, and altogether they have a lesson which is beyond the power of any to teach alone."
H.E. Manning (in "Light From Heaven" by Jan Karon)
Blessings,

Interrupted Break

2008-12-29T19:18:00.004-06:00

I find that my little break - the time when I thought I would just sort of take it easy - has been interrupted. My Dad suffered a heart attack Sunday night and had to have an emergency procedure to fix the blockage to his heart.

He had been having pain off and on since before Christmas and attributed it to the acid reflux they have been treating him for for over a year. The same acid reflux that has sent him to the hospital four times. As it turns out, it very likely wasn't acid reflux at all, but rather his heart.

Sunday morning we got together with our older son and his family at my Mom and Dad's house before they had to head home to Dallas. All during the visit Dad seemed uncomfortable but didn't complain much - just seemed worn out. We didn't stay long and left hoping he would be able to get in a good nap.

Once we were gone, he told my Mom he had terrible chest pains. He thought it would pass - because it always did in the past. However, the pain became unbearable and my Mom took him to the emergency room.

To make a very long story short, when they got back the results from his blood work they realized he had had a heart attack. They put him in i.c.u. and sent my Mom home. Shortly after I talked to her, the cardiologist called and said they were transporting him to a hospital in the city because they had found a blockage that had to be treated immediately.

So....we jumped in the car, drove the twenty miles to pick up my Mom and headed to the hospital. We beat the ambulance by just a few minutes. The procedure took about an hour. When it was over the doctor showed us, via computer, everything he had done. It was immediately apparent that God had worked a miracle for my Dad.

The large blood vessel leading to the left side of his heart was 100% blocked - another hour and he would not have made it. It was a very difficult procedure. The doctor had to make several tries before he could get the stint in and the artery cleared. I'm not sure another doctor would have been as skilled or persistent. He inserted four stints in all, and my Dad will have to go back to have three more smaller blockages cleared.

It was amazing to see the whole thing unfold before our eyes. The blockage was so evident and so big. We could see as it finally cleared and the blood began to flow into his heart. There was some damage done to his heart, but the doctor said that he thinks most of it will repair itself now that it is getting the proper blood flow. He also said my Dad will feel so much better. The pain and constant tiredness should be gone. He was so pleased with the way everything went.

Today my Dad sat up and ate his lunch. It tired him out, but he really looks so good considering all he has been through. We are so thankful and continue to pray that he will make a good recovery and that the other procedures (they will be done in a few weeks) will go just as well as this one did.

God is so good. My Dad will be 89 on January 23rd. We are so very blessed. Thank You Father.

Blessings,

Christmas

2008-12-27T15:36:00.009-06:00

Scenes From Christmas

"Whose birthday is it?" asked little Hannah. Then her eyes lit up - "Oh, it's Jesus' birthday." And a second generation of children blew out the candles on Jesus' birthday cake.

Praying you all had a blessed Christmas.

I'm going to take a little bloggy break. I will see you in the new year. Happy New Year!

The Light of the World

2008-12-22T19:15:00.006-06:00

I was blessed to grow up in home where Christmas was always a magical time. For a little girl with an over-sized imagination, it was easy to get caught up in the idea of Santa Claus, Christmas presents and bulging stockings. There was once Christmas, however, that changed the "visions of sugar plums dancing in my head" into something quite different.

This devotional is at Laced With Grace on this Christmas Eve day. I would love to meet you there.

I send you wishes for a Christmas filled with His peace and joy.

With love,

The Star

2008-12-22T16:20:00.003-06:00

We've attended lots of childrens and grandchildrens Christmas Programs over the past forty years, but I think our little our little granddaughter had the most unique role we've every seen. She was quite literally the star of the show - and an adorable one at that!

What a precious little star!

Blessings,

Finding the Perfect Christmas Tree

2008-12-20T12:38:00.004-06:00

I love pictures! My sweet daughter-in-law sent us a bunch of pictures of their day at the Christmas Tree Farm. It was such fun to share in their adventure through all the beautiful pictures.

Here are the Grands with the Perfect Christmas Tree.

Not to be outdone, Papa decided to send them a picture of the cutting down of his "Perfect Christmas Tree". He borrowed my cap, mittens and scarf and bravely went into the "wilderness" in search of his tree.

Needless to say - this tree is not the one in our living room! Have I ever mentioned how much my husband loves to spend time with his grandchildren? He plays just as hard as they do. He's an ideal Papa.

Blessings,

This Is Christmas

2008-12-17T11:38:00.002-06:00

I sometimes think the words are no sooner spoken before the question comes, "Do you really believe that?" I have been thinking, writing and speaking about the way the peace and quiet joy of Christmas have filled my heart this year. I have had the time to quietly reflect, to read Advent devotionals, to listen to the glorious music.

Then came the "news":

- My Uncle had passed away. It was not unexpected, but he was my Dad's last remaining sibling. Five brothers and a sister all gone.

- My Aunt is losing her long battle with cancer. She is under hospice care, and three generations wait at her bedside.

I was still doing well until the final bit of news yesterday:

- Our son with M.S. was having i.v. steroid treatments again - another flare-up that blurred his vision and left him weak.

Then the tears flowed, and I felt the peace and joy begin to seep out of my heart as fear and sadness pushed their way in. Where had Christmas gone? I struggled yesterday fighting those doubts that fight for preemince over faith. I knelt by my bedside and prayed - the same prayers I've prayed for so long. Prayed with a sense of hopelessness for suffering to cease. Like a little child, I longed for Christmas to return to my heart.

This morning I felt a gentle breath whisper into my spirit - "This is Christmas too. This is why He came. He came to bring hope in the midst of dispair, joy in the face of suffering, peace when all around is chaos."

Yes. I opened my heart to the One who came and experienced everything I will ever have to face in this life. I felt that tiny spark of faith take hold. I remembered the words Jesus spoke at the very beginnng of His ministry:

"The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, for He has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released, that the blind will see, that the oppressed will be set free, and that the time of the Lord's favor has come."

Luke 4:18-19

This is Christmas. He came to give us the gift of eternal life; to give us all that we would need to walk through this earthly life; to take up residence in the hearts of all who would invite Him in. Emmanuel - God with us. This is joy and peace.

Blessings,

New Star Shining

2008-12-16T12:52:00.001-06:00

One more (I promise) song from the Gaither Christmas CD. Whenever one shares music they love, they run the risk of having other people listen and then just sort of scratch their heads. So I bravely share this with you because the words minister to my spirit, and I think they'll bless you too.

New Star Shining by Johanna D. Hall and John J. Hall

They didn't own a house,
no crib, no toys were waiting,
Still they had their love
for the child they were anticipating.
He was born one winter night
on a road between two towns.
They wrapped Him up so warm
and tight and said it looks like
Heaven's come down.

There was a new star shining
in the sky up above,
By His light that winter night
they found peace and perfect love.
If we want to find it,
I know we always will,
'Cause that new star is shining for us still.

They worried how to feed Him,
simple trade was all they knew.
It was hard enough to make ends meet,
when there were only two.
But the cold, the dark, and hunger
couldn't take away their joy
And she knew that they would find a way
for that precious baby boy.

It is a cold, for us, day. The sky is winter white and the water in the birdbath was frozen this morning. I saw a little squirrel on top of the ice searching for a little bit of water. It has thawed now, but it won't get much above forty today. I'm sure the little squirrel is as put out as we are!

It is a good day to stay indoors, decorate a little Christmas tree, iron some clothes, play the piano and have a bowl of hot, steamy Lentil Soup for supper. On second thought perhaps a cold day isn't that bad after all.

Blessings,

Our Christmas Program/ "Reaching"

2008-12-15T16:53:00.006-06:00

Our Christmas Program was this past weekend. It is more of a blessing than I can adequately put into words to be just a tiny part of it. We received an email from our Music Minister today -
"We had over 14,000 attend 4 services and more than 40 folks that we counseled that received Christ as their Lord and Savior. I have never been so thrilled with the responses from the congregation and many visitors that attended for the very first time. God is so good."

His prayer, and ours, leading up to this weekend has been that Jesus would be seen and glorified. Presenting the most professional program in the world would have been worth nothing if Jesus had not been the center of it all. We are far from the most professional group in the world, but there is a longing in each heart to lift the name of Jesus. What a joy to know that He was there and drawing people to Himself through the singing, playing, dancing and preaching of the word.
Thank You Jesus.

These are just a couple of candid shots before the program began. I wish I could have been in two places at once, so that you could get a better idea of what it all looked like. This was really all I could manage.
The choir loft beginning to fill up. That's my husband sitting in the middle of the last row ( and no, the baby didn't get to sing with us).

A view from the sanctuary of the children practicing. They were so sweet. I told my husband that I wish I could be a little girl again just so I could dance in church. It simply wasn't done when I was a little girl. I am just captivated by them.

Here is another song from that Christmas CD I love so much - "Still the Greatest Story Ever Told" by the Gaither Vocal Band.

Blessings,

"The Hand of Sweet Release"

2008-12-13T13:10:00.004-06:00

HAND OF SWEET RELEASE
by Suzanne Jennings

Come thou long-expected Jesus
Come illuminate the mysteries of life.
Come redeem us from the refuse
Bring an end to endless suffering and strife.
Be the star that shines so brightly
That it draws our weary eyes to the sky - to heaven's sky.
Dearest child of new beginnings
Be the start of something beautiful, I cry.

Chorus:
There's an end to all the waiting
There's an answer to the "who" and "where" and "why...tonight.
All the years anticipating
Are surrendered to a tiny baby's cry
There's a dawn to follow darkness
There's a face to fill the title "Prince of Peace".
What He promised he delivered
I am saved by the hand of sweet release.

In this war I've been a captive
Just a sinner seeking life and liberty
But the hands that hold me tightly
Are the hands that set my shackled spirit free.
Blessed Jesus, meek and lowly,
You have come into my heart and made it new...now I'm new
Out of bondage into everlasting light
I owe everything to You!

I love Christmas music. I have lots of CD's and enjoy playing them all, but this particular one ("Still the Greatest Story Ever Told" by the Gaither Vocal Band) is the one I always go back to. The songs speak to my heart in such a profound way.

This one in particular, written by Bill Gaither's daugther Suzanne, just brings me to my knees. I tried to find a video to post so that you could hear the incredible music, but I couldn't find one. I think, though, that the words alone will bless your hearts.

Blessings,

We leave for church early this afternoon. This is the weekend of our Christmas Program. I won't be home much until late sunday afternoon. We are praying that this program will reach hearts with the Gospel message. I am so excited to see what the Lord will do.

Thinking About Mary

2008-12-11T16:06:00.005-06:00

Christmas is coming quietly for me this year. As a family, we've all agreed to cut back on the giving of presents - just children this year. So there is less shopping. We haven't cut back on our activities, yet everything seems to be moving at a slower pace. It has given me time to savor this Advent Season; to let my heart wait in silence.

I was thinking about Mary today. What was on her heart and mind all those hundreds of years ago as she awaited the birth of her first child? Scripture tells us she "treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart." I find that so compelling. I wonder how I would have behaved after hearing the news the angel delivered to her one ordinary day. Suddenly life changed forever for her, and her response was simple obedience - and trust.

When I have been given overwhelming news, I'm afraid my reaction has not been like Mary's was. I want immediate answers. I want to know what is going to happen, when it's going to happen and above all - why. Mary wasn't given very much information. She had to wait - through the hurt and disillusionment of the one she loved, the questioning looks of friends and neighbors, the long, difficult journey to Bethlehem. She did it quietly, obediently - never doubting that the Father would keep His promises.

This Christmas I want my heart to be as much like Mary's as the Lord can make it. There are some things - things that mean more to me than my own life - I am waiting for. I want to do it with a faith that doesn't falter and doubt. I want to do it quietly, trusting that the Father will do all that He has promised He will do.

I had a dear Pastor who once said, "It was not an indication of Mary's worthiness, but rather an indication that God's grace would be unique in her life." Surely I am not worthy, but God's grace is sufficient. Sufficient to give me faith to walk obediently and to trust in Him. My part is to receive that grace with an open heart. Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

Blessings,

South Texas SNOWSTORM!

2008-12-10T11:28:00.011-06:00

It seems to me that in recent years the weather people on our local television stations, not wanting the news anchor people to get all the glory, like to add a bit of drama and excitement to their reports. Consequently, on the rare occasion our temperatures dip below freezing they like to introduce the possibility of SNOW. Time and time again they have predicted that the precipitation would turn to SNOW - and for the past twenty years or so we have yet to get a glimpse of the white stuff.

So, it was with a good measure of scepticism that I raised up on one elbow before getting out of bed and looked out our bedroom window this morning. "When what to my wondering eyes should appear...."

SNOW!!!

I know you're chuckling, but this is the biggest snowstorm we've had in ages! I rushed outside in my slippers and bathrobe and took these pictures to preserve this historic moment (before the sun could come out and melt it).

Look closely - that's actual snow on the roof of the garage.

We hadn't been for a walk in a few days because we've been so busy, so my husband suggested we bundle up and go. I'm nothing if not stoic (ha), so I agreed to brave the cold and the wind (it really was cold and very windy). I dug out my little knit hat and the scarf I had knitted myself a few years ago and got ready to go.

The dilemma was what to wear on my feet. My normal walking footwear is sandals. For years I have tried different walking shoes and invariably end up losing toe nails. I was thrilled to discover they actually make walking sandals and have used them (much to the delight of my toe nails) ever since. I had to decide between cold feet and lost toe nails. I made the mistake of wearing tennis shoes a few months ago, and my middle toe nail is just beginning to grow back. So......

I decided to improvise - and give my neighbors something to chuckle about. I will admit it is a little tricky trying to get the socks not to bunch around my big toes, but I finally succeeded.

Mission accomplished. We took our walk in the face of the huge South Texas Snowstorm.

Blessings,

P.S. I forgot to mention that it was 85 degrees yesterday before the "Norther" blew in. Talk about a big change in the weather!

Christmas Bingo Party

2008-12-08T15:27:00.008-06:00

More years ago than I care to remember, some very special ladies and I were in a small Bible Study group together. We forged a very special bond over the months and years that we studied, prayed, laughed and cried together.

Inevitably, as the years past and our families grew and changed, our paths began to go in different directions. We promised we wouldn't lose touch, but as time went on we saw less and less of each other. However, there is one special time of year where we all gather together to spend a few precious hours. Always, always it is as though we had only been apart for a few days. The bond holds fast; it is made of strong stuff - our love for each other and for the Lord.

Here are a few pictures from our Christmas Bingo Party:

Mary is our hostess every year. She was our Bible Study leader and is the one who makes sure we stay in touch.

The table - beautifully set for our lunch. Lunch is the same menu every year. No one wants it to vary in the least. Chicken Pasta Salad, rolls, fruit bowl, and lots of goodies!

Mary's living room - where we gather after lunch and bingo to open presents and listen to her girls play their piano recital pieces.

The Goodies!

The Girls! I'm so disappointed that the one picture of all of us didn't come out very well. However - there we are.

This is the little corner where we gathered to pray before leaving to go home. It was such a sweet time. We wiped tears and said, as we always do, "We have to do this more often." Perhaps this coming year we will. If not, we will gather together again next year for Christmas Bingo - and sweet, sweet fellowship.

"A friend loves at all times..." Proverbs 17:17

Blessings dear Blogging Friends,

I have been trying hard to keep up with everyone, but the days have been so full. I have a sense that this season the Lord is calling me, and so many others, to a time of quiet waiting and a gentle savoring of this Advent Season. Because of that, I think I will step back a bit from blogging. I still want to write what is on my heart, and I will visit as time permits. I find I just want to rest in the peace and joy of this sacred time of year.

Thoughts on Christmas

2008-12-07T12:22:00.002-06:00

"I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the word seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses."

Taylor Caldwell

Let Us Keep Christmas

"Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing;
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
It's poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again."

Grace Noll Crowell

"Do give books - religious or otherwise - for Christmas. They're never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal."

Lenore Hershey

"It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart."

Marjorie Holmes

"The only real blind person at Christmas-time is he who has not Christmas in his heart."

Helen Keller

"A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;
It makes no noise at all,
But softly gives itself away;
While quite unselfish, it grows small."

Eva Logue

"Peace on earth will come to stay,
When we live Christmas every day."

Helen Steiner Rice

Blessings,

No Ordinary Night

2008-12-04T12:14:00.003-06:00

No Ordinary Night
by Ruth Bell Graham

"Those were no ordinary sheep...
no common flocks,
huddled in sleep
among the fileds,
the layered rocks,
Near Bethlehem
That night;
but those
selected for the Temple sacrifice;
theirs to atone
for sins they had not done.

How right
the angels should appear
to them
That Night.

Those were no usual shepherds there,
but outcast shepherds
whose unusual care of
special sheep
made it impossible to keep Rabbinic law,
which therefore banned them.

How right the angels should appear to them
That Night."

Blessings,

Ears to Hear

2008-12-02T21:37:00.005-06:00

The chapter for today, posted on a friend's blog, was Exodus 6. I don't know how many times I've read this passage of scripture about Moses and the Children of Israel, but I know it's been a few. This time a verse jumped out at me that I had never really thought significant before. It is verse 9:

"So Moses told the people of Israel what the Lord had said, but they refused to listen any more. They had become too discouraged by the brutaility of their slavery." (NLT)

Moses had come to tell them that the Lord was going to free them from oppression and slavery - that He was going to rescue them. It was what they had been praying for their entire lives, but they were too discouraged to listen. They had listened to Moses once before and the brutality had only gotten worse. Now they were having none of it. They would just continue as they were - slaves to brutal masters.

Those words took my breath away. . . .

This devotional is posted at Laced With Grace today. Please join me there.

Blessings,

The Three D's

2008-12-02T15:28:00.003-06:00

Since I don't know how to decorate my actual blog for Christmas (or anything else for that matter), I thought I would just begin my posts in December with little pictures from around the house. My Mom made both of these more years ago than I can remember. Every Year their sweet presence is part of our Christmas.

I have just come home from my piano recital, and I am Discouraged, Downhearted and Disappointed. Why is it that the songs I have practiced until my sweet husband must want to go running out the back door (although he says it doesn't bother him a bit), songs I know I can play well, sound as though I had never even seen the music before when I try to play them in front of others?

Honestly - there are only four of us - my piano teacher and the other two ladies who take lessons from her who are a bit older than me. No pressure right? Try telling that to my trembling hands and wobbly knees. I so desperately want to be able to play well. After five years you would think I would be well on my way.

So....I'm just having a little pity party at present. I'll be back when I get my attitude in shape.

Blessings,

He Came

2008-11-30T11:15:00.003-06:00

"In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He existed in the beginning with God. God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through Him. The Word gave life to everything that was created, and His life brought light to everyone."
John 1: 1-4

"For God loved the world so much that He gave His one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life."
John 3: 16

"You Came" by David Moffitt, Sue Smith, Travis Cottrell

"Before You came, we were stranded in dark, bearing wounded hearts without hope.
Desperate and in need, sinking low.
We cried for help, 'cause we could not save ourselves.

You heard; You saw; You knew and You felt it all.
You wept when you watched us fall, and You could not stay away.

And when You came, You were every hope fulfilled.
All that's good revealed, love divine.
And when You came, You were fellowship restored. You fed us with Your word, Bread of Life, when we were crushed underneath the weight of living.

And I am overcome; and I am overwhelmed.
I am breathless in Your presence.
I am humbled by Your love.

You could not stay away."

My heart is filled with such love for the Savior who, before the beginning of time, knew and chose to come. He knew before one word of creation was breathed into existence that we would fall. He knew the price He would have to pay to redeem us. And He chose to come. What love.

As we enter this Christmas season may our hearts be turned to the One who loved us so much He could not stay away.

Blessings,

Our Thanksgiving

2008-11-28T12:07:00.008-06:00

A few pictures of our Thanksgiving Celebration:

This is where the turkey was cooking.

Ready to serve!

At least one of us was more than ready to eat.

My Mom and daughter whose birthday fell on Thanksgiving this year. We count her as one of our greatest blessings.

A bit of recreation after the big meal...a walk to the neighborhood park.

Back home to their house all decked out for Christmas.

It was a lovely day - filled with family, friends and the joy of all the blessings that bind our hearts together.

Blessings,

I'm going to take a little bloggy break for the next few days. I am excited to begin getting ready for Christmas. I'll be back on monday. Have a blessed weekend everyone.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

2008-11-26T10:19:00.004-06:00

THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME by Tommy Walker

What love the Father has lavished on us
That we should be called His sons and daughters
Precious in His sight
Greater love this world had never seen
When He hung on that tree
O why would He do such a thing
For dirty sinners like you and me?

Chorus:
O God thank You for loving me
When on the cross You made history
Lord You died for me
Forever my praise will go to Thee
O God thank You for choosing me
To be Your child and bear Your name
O Jesus I will never cease to sing Your praise

Verse 2:
Your love is patient and humble and kind
It's greater than all my sin
It always protects and trusts and hopes
And will have no end
It's Your love that lifted me up from the depths
Set my feet on a solid rock
With a firm place to stand
Lord I always will trust in Your loving hand

Bridge:
How wide how long
How high how deep
How endless is Your love for me
How wide how long
How high how deep
How endless is Your love for me

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. While trying to mentally write what my heart was feeling this Thanksgiving, I kept hearing the words of this song. The wonder of being called His child and knowing the great price that was paid to make that possible; the lavish love that the Father pours out on each one of us. I cannot express it any better than that. My heart fills with gratitude and my eyes fill with tears as I read through those words. How undeserving I am; how loving He is. If that were all there was to give thanks for this Thanksgiving Day, it would be more than enough. Yet He pours out abundant blessings moment by moment, every single day.

Father in Heaven how we love and thank You for the priceless treasure You have placed in our hands . You have given us Your name and claimed us as Your children. We have blessings for today and hope for a future that is so wonderful our minds can scarce take it in.

Thank You.

Blessings,

One Thousand Gifts

2008-11-23T11:14:00.004-06:00

The brilliant blue of an autumn sky.

A letter from a dear, dear friend.

My husband recovered from a bad cold.

Dad home from the hospital - doing well.

Celebrating my birthday with my family - they are the most precious gifts the Lord has given me.

Prayers of friends on our behalf.

Good books.

Knitting.

Singing "You Are Holy" with our choir and feeling the powerful presence of the Lord fill the church.

The sweet birds that visit the birdbath.

The last Bible Study for the Fall Session and the luncheon afterwards. Time spent with women whom I've grown to love.

A day with our daughter and granddaughters - playing, pizza, watching a video, and drawing closer.

Our Pastor spoke on gratitude this weekend - the story of the ten lepers. He closed with a very poignant question: "Do we thank God for even the bad things that come into our lives?"
Father,
I believe that nothing comes into my life that doesn't first pass through Your hands. Thank You, that You can take even those things that were meant for evil and work them for my good. My heart fills with gratitude knowing that Your love is woven through every circumstance, and that You purpose to use each one to mold me into the person You would have me be.
Thank You for the love and grace that fills my life; for Your infinite patience with my slowness to get things right; for mercy and compassion that is measureless.

Blessings,

To read other "One Thousand Gifts" lists and to join in, visit Ann's inspirational blog.

Quilting Day

2008-11-21T10:26:00.007-06:00

Yesterday I gathered my supplies together and headed to my Mom's to piece the top of a little quilt I wanted to make. I decided that since it is just made up of 5"x5" squares I would machine sew the top. Sounds simple enough I know. However, the sewing machine and I do not have a happy history. While I love doing all sorts of handwork, sewing is the one thing I just can't seem to get the knack of. I spend far more time ripping out than I do sewing - totally frustrating.

When I was growing up my Mom sewed all our clothes. I rarely had anything that was store bought. She did, and does, such beautiful work. She even made me a gorgeous maternity coat when I was expecting my first baby. It is my theory that the sewing gene skips a generation. At least, that's what happened in my case. But I decided to be brave and give it another try.

Mom got everything all set up for me. She wanted to give me a little head start I think.

Then it was time to begin. I actually didn't do too badly. I think I only jammed the machine once or twice up to this point. I laid out the little squares on the guest bed to be sure to get things in the right order, but true to form I managed to get some of them in the wrong order.

Time to break for lunch. My Mom always sets a lovely table - good china and all.

Refreshed - I hurried back to my sewing. I wanted to get the top done so I could put it together today and get to the hand-quilting part (which I can actually do). All went well until I began to put the borders on. After jamming the machine three more times - I stepped aside and let the professional take over. By now I was sweating bullets and ready to pull my hair out. Have I mentioned that I hate sewing?

In no time at all, the borders were on - and that silly machine never jammed one time. My Mom said it knows who its master is. I am convinced it didn't like me one bit.

After profusely thanking my infinitely patient Mom, we headed home. We were rewarded with a beautiful sunset. I do believe the Lord has a way with colors.

Here is my completed quilt top. It is just the right size for covering one's lap on a chilly night. Much more manageable than the Queen-sized one I did for my first quilt.

Here are a couple of close-ups of the pretty little squares. I love all the different fabrics. They came in a little bundle of forty squares - all pre-cut and ready to sew.

Now all I need to do is put together the top, batting and back, and I'm good to go. I'm praying I can manage that on my own. I foresee many desperate phone calls to my poor Mom.

In spite of the "feeling like tearing my hair out" sewing part, it was a sweet time with my Mom. She is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. Everyone of my friends wants to adopt her when they meet her. I am so thankful she is my Mom.

Blessings,

Holding His Hand

2008-11-20T08:10:00.002-06:00

It was a beautiful sunday afternoon. The weather had finally cooled after an extremely hot, dry summer. I was peeling and slicing apples for the first apple pie of the season, listening to old hymns on the radio. I’m not even sure which hymn it was that prompted the idea, but as I was listening I thought how wonderful it will be the day I get to heaven. In my mind I pictured Jesus there waiting for me. He extended His hand, and placing my hand in His, I followed Him into Paradise. “Oh Lord,” I said “how miraculously marvelous that day will be. I can hardly wait.”

Then I “heard” a gentle whisper. It doesn’t happen often, but there are times I know in my heart that He has spoken to me. “My dear child, that is exactly what I am doing for you right now.” ........

The rest of my devotional is at Laced With Grace today. I would be honored if you would join me there.

Blessings,

A CHRISTMAS CAP FOR LARRY

2008-11-18T21:13:00.003-06:00

After knitting and crocheting several little preemie caps for the Knit One Save One project, I decided there was one more cap I needed to make. It was for a special little guy who has been there for me week after week. Every tuesday afternoon he patiently sits atop the keyboard watching and listening as I painfully make my way through my piano lesson. He never says anything, but he always looks rather concerned. I like to think he is feeling compassion for me.

Since it's getting very close to Christmas, I thought I'd make him a Christmas Cap. He doesn't have a Christmas cap. In fact, he doesn't have a cap at all. So I gathered my knitting supplies and made him this one.

It's a little hard to tell, but I think he likes it!

Merry Christmas Larry. Thanks for your support.

Blessings,

A New Memeber of the Family

2008-11-17T15:43:00.003-06:00

Making the decision to add a new member to the family is never easy. There are so many things to be considered. I think first and foremost the people involved should be in agreement. Once the new member is there, it is too late to decide it won't really work.

The affect the addition will have on all members of the family must certainly be considered. There will be added responsibilites and the relationship dynamics will almost certainly change.

It is also probably a good idea to be sure the family budget can support a new member. There are so many factors to be considered.

So....with great fear and trepidation we added a new member to our growing family. She is very cute, and I can tell already that she has a sweet disposition. I just hope the rest of the "kids" make her feel welcome. I have never had another one just like her, and I will have to learn how to best take care of her. I have made so many mistakes in the past, but I have finally gotten a good system going. Everyone seems to be thriving.

So welcome little one:

I hope you are happy in your new home.

P.S. Any advice on the care and feeding of Mums will be received with gratitude.

Blessings,

God With Us

2008-11-16T11:05:00.004-06:00

We are singing this song as part of our Christmas Program this year. The words have been running through my head for days. It is one of those songs that makes me stop what I'm doing and spend a few moments in absolute worship.

I will have to link you it as they don't allow this video to be embedded in a post. I hope you can take the time to listen. It is amazing.

"God With Us" by Mercy Me

Who are we--- that You would be mindful of us?
What do You see--- that's worth looking our way?
We are free--- in ways that we never should be.
Sweet release--- from the grip of these chains.

Like hinges straining from the weight,
My heart no longer can keep from singing.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified:
Emmanuel, God with us.

My heart sings a brand new song.
The debt is paid, these chains are gone
Emmanuel, God with us.

Lord, You know--- our hearts don't deserve Your glory;
Still You show--- a love we cannot afford.

Like hinges straining from the weight,
My heart no longer can keep from singing.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified:
Emmanuel, God with us.

My heart sings a brand new song.
The debt is paid, these chains are gone.
Emmanuel, God with us.

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary;
Nevertheless,
We lay it at Your feet.

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary;
Nevertheless,
We lay this at Your feet.

The wonder of Emmanuel - God with us - fills my heart with such joy. Jesus not only paid the debt that I could never hope to pay, He has chosen to dwell with me. That, to me, is the wonder of Christmas. How I love this time of year.

Have a blessed sunday,

Just Thinking

2008-11-13T11:53:00.002-06:00

I have been conspicuously absent for the past few days. Life has just been busy. Thankfully it hasn't been "bad news busy" - just pleasantly filled with family and friends. I haven't found a way to do all those things and still keep up with blogging. I wish I could. I miss "chatting" with all of you, and I don't want to miss anything important! :-)

Monday was my birthday. Thank you for your sweet birthday wishes. It is so sweet to be remembered. Pea faithfully keeps track of all our special days. She is wonderful. My Mom and Dad came for a visit Sunday afternoon, and the kids and grandkids were here Monday evening. My daughter baked me a delicious hazelnut-chocolate birthday cake. I think the best present was sharing good conversation and lots of laughter with my grown children and sweet little granddaughters. The rest of the family in Dallas called and sang "Happy Birthday to Grandma". It is so sweet to hear all those voices singing. Later in the afternoon, the florist delivered a big bouquet of flowers from them to my front door. I had a very special day.

Yesterday was our last Bible Study for the fall session. We always have a luncheon that last day. I looked at those ladies sitting around our little table and felt so blessed. We've been together for several years now. We've shared from our hearts. There have been many tears shed (we've learned to have tissues handy) and much laughter. I have learned to so much from them. We've prayed each other through so many difficult times. I'm going to miss them over the next few months.

Our new study in the spring will be Beth Moore's new one on Esther. I'm really looking forward to it.

Our last session was on Psalm 139. That Psalm has been a life-line for me over the past several years. I thought I had gleaned everything from it that I could. I should have known better. The amazing thing about God's word is that there is always something new. It may be a passage I have read over and over many times, and then suddenly I see it in a new way.

Dee Brestin wrote, "How can we possibly know our hearts, our talents, our complex bodies, and our very souls? Only through the Spirit of God, who knit us together in our mother's womb, can we hope to have any true understanding of ourselves. He knows us so well, being familiar with all our ways, that it is only in submission to Him and through His revelation that we can have any hope of knowing ourselves."

I don't know if anyone else is like me. Even at this advanced age of sixty-two, I struggle to know who I really am. I get so perplexed whenever I try to answer one of those personality questionnaires. I stare at the choices and wonder which one truly and accurately describes me. And just exactly what are my gifts? Talents? - not terribly sure about those either.

So that portion of the lesson just quickened something in me. I can only truly know myself through the Father. I was reading The Message this morning and read this in the first chapter of John:
"He came to His own people, but they didn't want Him. But whoever did want Him, who believed He was who He claimed and would do what He said, He made to be their true selves, their child-of-God selves."

I want that to be who I really am - a child of God. As I live out each day, I don't need to be concerned with self and who that self is and what that self needs and wants - I simply submit to His will for my life and find fulfillment. I am then the wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend ..... and so much more that He wants me to be. The gifts and the talents will flow through that.

Another of those questions that can easily confuse me is, "What is your passion?" I love doing lots of things - but my passion? I think now that I want my passion to be Him. Wouldn't that make all the things I love to do that much more fulfilling?

Perhaps I am the only one who struggles with such questions. I often think of myself as a little girl still struggling to finally grow up. I just look all grown up, old even :-), on the outside.

Tomorrow our little granddaughters are coming to spend the night. We will pick them up from school in the afternoon and then just have FUN!! We're looking forward to it. I probably won't get to visit much over the next few days, but I'll try to get caught up on sunday. See you soon.

Blessings,

We Really Do Have Hills

2008-11-09T12:17:00.010-06:00

It is a beautiful day. These are the days I've longed for all during our relentlessly hot summer. I know what you're thinking and you're right. It's always hot in Texas in the summer. However, this summer was a record-breaker, and there were times it seemed it would never cool off. It has, and the fact that we can actually turn off the a.c. and open the windows is a huge blessing.

Walking is becoming a lot more pleasant too. I was thinking about the post I did on our walk. A few of you were surprised that we have hills here so I thought I would show you a few pictures of what it looks like just "down the road a piece". I hope you enjoy them. I love riding along these roads

We have spent many happy hours at this state park. It was the place our son always picked to have his July 4th birthday party!

This is the road we traveled when we went camping a couple of Thanksgivings ago.

See - we really do have hills!

All of these beautiful photos are courtesey of flickr.

Blessings,

Content

2008-11-06T14:54:00.003-06:00

My little world has "righted" itself. It is such joy to just be at home and back to the comfort of everyday life. The windows are open wide to let in the beautiful breezes, the washing machine and dryer are humming away taking care of all the laundry that has accumulated over the past several days, I'm going to make a big pot of soup in a little while, there is time to practice piano, read a good book, knit a few rows....I am content.

God is so good. He has blessed me far more than I could possibly deserve. Events in the world swirl around us, and I know it is easy to feel as though we are caught in a terrible storm. But I am reminded, as I have seen His tender care of my family during our time of need, He will take care of us. As we walk faithfully in the way He would have us go, He will take us by the hand and hold on tightly. He is our rock, the firm foundation under our feet. He has not changed; He is the same yesterday, today and forever. He still our hope, our comfort, our peace. He will never leave us or forsake us. His word will forever stand.

I feel as though I am "out of touch" with everyone. Over the next few days I'll get caught up. Thank you again for your prayers and for all the sweet comments. That is the "real" stuff of life.

Blessings,

Back Home Where He Belongs

2008-11-05T20:25:00.003-06:00

We are home; my Dad is home. Thank you so much for your prayers. He had a stress test today, and all looks well for an 88 year old fella. The medication brought his blood pressure back down to where it should be (better than mine right now). The doctor released him late the afternoon. He was so happy to be going home. It is very difficult for him to be separated from his bride of 63 years for very long.

The doctor has prescribed blood pressure mediation for him and he has an appointment to see him next week. They will also want him to wear a heart monitor for 24 hours some time soon - just to be sure his heartbeat stays regular. I believe the best medicine, though, was going home.

God is so good. You are all such faithful prayer warriors. I am so grateful to you.

As far as the election goes......disappointed but believing that God is in control. He has told us to pray for our leaders, and I will be doing that.

With love,

My Weekend

2008-11-02T11:22:00.012-06:00

Our weekends are ordinarily very quiet and routine. This weekend has been even quieter than most. My husband has a bad sinus infection, so we are staying very close to home (in fact not leaving it at all!). The doctor said he is contagious right now, so we didn't even attempt to go to church.

This is the way I spent saturday:

Since there were lots of apples in the refrigerator, I decided to bake my husband an apple pie. I'm pretty sure it helps you get over a sinus infection faster - and besides, who can resist baking a pie for a man who says you make the best apple pie in the world?!

I wandered around outside for a little while scattering apple peelings for any little critters who might happen by. I always toss them under the Red Oak tree. It is the only tree on the entire two acres whose leaves change color. There are just a few branches beginning to turn. I'll take a picture when it is in its full glory. We just love this tree!

Then I came inside and sat at the kitchen table to work on my Bible Study. We are studying portions of Psalm 119 this week. The Psalms minister to me in such a powerful way. I've really enjoyed this study.

Then I finished reading "Over the Gate" - a Miss Read book. It is one of those books that you just hate to see ending. I could have gone on reading about the people in the little village of Fairacre for days.

I worked on my Christmas music during the afternoon too. I even have the audacity to be in the process of writing a little song of my own. Goodness me!

Of course there was time spent here....

I think I will finish this pair of socks this weekend. I'm knitting them for my daughter for her birthday. She will need nice warm socks when she returns to France in January.

This is my little corner of the couch where I will sit and read and knit while my husband gets his fill of sports. I must admit that I got involved watching the Tech/ U.T. game last evening. It really was a great one.

That's pretty much it. Today looks to be a repeat of yesterday (all except for baking a pie and a new book). This is not the place for high excitement this weekend. Just between you and me, I am thankful for this time at home with no place to go. It does a body good.

Praying your weekend is filled with blessings,

Pray

2008-11-01T12:37:00.004-05:00

I woke this morning with a feeling of heaviness. I am so burdened for our country and this election - concerned that so many things we hold dear may be in jeopardy. If I look at the "evidence," there is great cause for concern. In the midst of such thoughts came the gentle nudging of the Spirit - "Pray."
I love the way the Father orchestrates things in my life. I just "happened" to go to a blog I love and there was confirmation and encouragement. I am joining my heart with Donnetta's and countless others. For we know that with God nothing is impossible.

Blessings,

Choices

2008-10-30T20:34:00.003-05:00

Thursday is my day to write on the Laced With Grace Blog. Here is a little bit of what I've written:

We are, each of us, faced with choices. Some are the simple daily choices we make almost without thinking. Others have the potential to be life-changing. All of them, I think, need to be made prayerfully.
The story of Ruth in the Old Testament is the story of a young widow who made a choice that not only changed her life, but gave her a unique place in God’s plan for mankind. She chose to leave all that was familiar to her and follow her mother-in-law, Naomi, to a country she did not know. In making that choice she also pledged her loyalty to Naomi’s God. Her words have become familiar to most of us:
“Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me.”
Ruth 1: 16-17

Please join me there for the rest of Ruth's story - and ours.

Blessings,

One Thousand Gifts

2008-10-29T14:28:00.009-05:00

A few of the gifts the Father places along the way as we walk:

Little goats munching lunch

HUGE plants. We have no idea what the proper name for this plant is, but my husband likes to refer to it as the "giant pineapple".

An adorable little donkey. He sometimes comes to fence to have his little nose rubbed.

More gifts:

Brand new floors for Mom and Dad

A multitude of little butterflies fluttering along the way as we walk (they never will hold still long enough to pose for a picture).

Our evenings have become delightfully cool.

I do love my piano lessons and feel so grateful I am able to have them. My teacher is so infinitely patient and such fun.

The sweet "visitor dog" one of the ladies brought to choir the other day. They were on their way to visit people in the hospital. Sasha is such a sweet, gentle, patient dog. I know they must all fall in love with this beautiful German Shepherd. I did. She reminded me of Shep - the dog of my childhood.

I have such fun watching the antics of the silly squirrels in our front yard. There is one in particular that is like a hyper little kid. He looks for all the world like he's doing a little happy dance.

I am so thankful for God's provision - even in these difficult financial times.

Our son has been given a huge promotion. We are so thankful that the Lord has so blessed and honored his work.

Rain

Sweet little wildflowers and brilliant holly berries

delicious fried chicken

working in my flower garden on a "diamond" of a day - brilliant blue skies, golden sunlight, clear, cool breezes

the dove "couple" sitting peacefully on the edge of the birdbath in perfect harmony

a day at home with nothing pressing "to do"

the sound of my son's laughter

time spent with my Mom - getting to hear her reminisce about her younger days; love hearing the stories

seeing my son strong and well as he worked to make my Mom's dream of new floors come true

the privilege of spending time around God's word with my friends

a letter from a dear, dear friend

a phone call from a friend I hadn't talked to in far too long

a nice hot bowl of stew on a chilly evening

beginning another good book

Thank You Father, for filling my life with Your precious gifts.

"I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart; I will tell of all Thy wonders. I will be glad and exult in Thee; I will sing praise to Thy name, O Most High."
Psalm 9: 1,2

Blessings,

Tell Me the Story

2008-10-27T14:45:00.004-05:00

I grew up in a Christian home and was saved at an early age. I have heard the stories lifted from the pages of scripture over and over again until they have become as familiar as my own family stories.

For years I took that fact for granted. In fact, there were times I wished I had a more "dramatic" salvation story. I listened to others telling how the Lord saved them from a life of absolute devestation and felt my story just didn't measure up.

I no longer feel that way. I realized long ago I had been given a great treasure. That precious truth was reenforced just this past wednesday in our small group Bible Study.

We were discussing Psalm 91. One of the ladies said it made her think of the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego. We all voiced our agreement - all except the sweet lady sitting next to me. "I don't know that story." she said. We were all quiet for a moment, and then I began to tell her the story of the three young Hebrew boys who chose to be thrown into a fiery furnace rather than bow down and worship a golden idol.

When I finished, there were tears in her eyes. "I have never heard that story." We told her where to find it in her Bible, and she wrote it down saying she wanted to read it as soon as she got home.

It was such a beautiful picture for me of the grace God has poured into my life and the joy of seeing a searching heart find treasure. Those of you raising little ones now have the priceless privilege of filling your childrens' hearts and minds with the wonderful truths contained in the stories found in scripture. Just as I feel my heart filled with gratitude for parents who taught them to me (and sunday school teachers and pastors) - so will your children. Those stories will be woven into the fabric of their lives and will serve them well. I am so thankful for the Word.

Blessings,

Worship and Praise

2008-10-25T13:17:00.006-05:00

Almighty God,
We come into Your presence with humble reverence for You are a Holy, Righteous God and there is none like You.

By the power of Your word You created the heavens and the earth. You sit enthroned in glory and the earth is Your footstool.

You are the great Creator - the work of Your hand delights the heart.

You rule and reign over all things with perfect justice and righteousness. Even the seas obey Your voice.

Your word is living, powerful and life changing. It will not return to you void. Your wisdom is greater than our minds can conceive.

Your lovingkindness is everlasting. You are our shelter and fortress - a very present help in time of need.

We can never measure the depth of Your love, grace and mercy.

Oh Lord - we praise and magnify Your Holy Name. For You alone are worthy!

Have a blessed weekend,

Preemie Stocking Caps

2008-10-24T17:16:00.005-05:00

I have spent a delightful few hours knitting and crocheting preemie-sized stocking caps for the Knit One,Save One Campaign. Barb told us all about it on her blog. If you would like to participate just go there for all the information. I think it is a very worthwhile project and takes so little time and just a tiny bit of yarn to make these teeny, tiny caps.

I'd like to make a few more. It is easy to make one while watching tv in the evening. I like to imagine the precious babies whose little heads will be kept warm this winter.

Blessings,

A Father-Son Project

2008-10-22T16:16:00.011-05:00

On monday and tuesday our son Todd and my husband Steve were at my Mom and Dad's house installing the hardwood flooring my Mom has wanted for such a long time. She has always loved them and the rather worn, stained carpeting that was in the little house they bought made her rather sad. So my Dad decided to make her wish for new floors come true.

Both of our sons have worked with my husband from the time they were very young, building our home, doing restorations, church projects and over the years building several other homes. It is amazing to see the skill they have acquired. On this project my husband let Todd be the "lead man" while he took the role of assistant. My husband could not be prouder of the job he did. Have a look...

The workman hard at his labor.

The finished kitchen floor....

The livingroom....

The tired assistant...

Mom getting her little treasures back in place....

A beautiful job well done - and one happy Mom!

Blessings,

Learning to Lean

2008-10-21T07:25:00.002-05:00

I’ve been a Christian since I was a litle girl, but I find that even with that “headstart” there are so many lessons that are very difficult to learn. It was a time when I desperately wanted the Lord to do something for us. I prayed fervently, had others pray, sought counsel, did everything I knew to do, and heaven was silent.

You will find the rest of this devotional here at Laced With Grace today. Please come visit.

Blessings,

Pruning

2008-10-20T12:24:00.007-05:00

I have a dear little flower garden that sits between the sidewalk and the garage. In the spring, I give it lots of time and attention, but when the temperatures begin hovering around 95 degrees I tend to....well....ignore it. For weeks I have been averting my eyes as I walk past it. It has gone wild!

Left to their own devices, all the things I don't want to grow have flourished, and the plants I really do care about get crowded out.

The weather has finally cooled down. The a.c. is silent and the windows wide open to the cool, fresh breezes. Time to do some pruning. Armed with my trusty clippers, kneeling pad and gardening gloves, I went to work this morning.

I was merciless - cutting back and pulling out everything that didn't belong. I even cut back the flowers that like to sleep through the cooler months.

This is the end result .... order and room for good plants to breathe and grow.

"I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it, that it may bear more fruit."
Matt. 15: 1,2

Father,
Please do the necessary work in my heart so that I may bear fruit for You.

Blessings,

Our Walk

2008-10-18T11:15:00.014-05:00

I've taken you along on our bike ride. Today I thought I would invite you to come take a walk with us. Put on your walking shoes (or walking sandals in my case), and let's get started. My husband is leading the way down the driveway. We decided a long time ago that if we were to walk together he wouldn't get the excercise he needs. So this is pretty much my view of him all along the walk :-)

We will take a right and leave Home Depot and the shopping center behind us. They don't make for nearly as nice a walk. This is our neighbor's house.

A left hand turn takes us down the long hill....

and past my friend E's house. She and her husband walk with us whenever they aren't working.

At the bottom of the hill is a culdesac where we circle around and head back up the hill.

This is the longest climb on our walk and the point at which I usually fall sadly behind.

This beautiful holly bush is growing along the fenceline about half way up the hill. See - fall colors even in South Texas!

We're finally nearly at the top of the hill. That's the Christian School perched above us.

Another left hand turn and we're headed down the street.

Here's another beautiful Holly Bush. I keep promising myself I'm going to get one for our yard. They put out beautiful white flowers in the spring and then these gorgeous berries in the fall.

We've made it up another hill and onto a more level part of the road.

a pretty autumn wreath on our neighbor's gate

At the crest of another hill and around a bend in the road...

We are patriotic Americans and proud Texans!

This modest little trailer home was one of the only homes on this little country road when we first moved here. In fact the road wasn't even paved. When the occassional car or truck went by, it made for a rather dusty walk!

We've reached the end of the road. Time to turn around and head back.

This is the other house that was here when we first moved in. It's a sweet little Victorian house that was moved here from town.

Here we are - home at last. You've walked a little over three miles! Good for you! Now we can get a nice cold glass of water and relax.

Have a blessed weekend,

The Least

2008-10-16T11:53:00.010-05:00

I love tiny things: minature tea sets, doll houses, little china animals, and minature flowers just to name a few. There is something about them that just touches my heart.

I walked past these tiny flowers this morning, and they made me smile.

I gathered a few of them up and brought them home with me. I tied a little yellow ribbon around them and placed them in a tiny tea cup.

They are gracing the top of my dresser, right beside another tiny tea cup that once belonged to my Grandmother. She didn't have great wealth, in fact they struggled financially most of her life. I like to think of this little cup bringing a smile to her dear face.

How tiny they look compared to my Shamrocks. And yet....

"I tell you the truth, of all who have ever lived, none is

greater than John the Baptist. Yet even the least

person in the Kingdom of Heaven is greater than he

is !" Matt. 11:11

Blessings,

His Only Child

2008-10-14T16:30:00.003-05:00

"An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children. He does not distribute Himself that each may have a part, but to each one He gives all of Himself as fully as if there were no others."
-A.W. Tozer

I have been thinking a lot about the way God sees each of us. Imagine keeping track of so many children. I can remember back to the days when I taught pre-school. Whenever we went on an outing, I spent most of my time counting heads. I was terrified of losing one of them. I know the Father has no such fears. He sees each of us - as though we were His only child.

Then there is the matter of prayer. I wonder, at any given moment, just how many of us are talking to Him? Whenever I walk into our large Women's Bible Study, the sound of all those voices talking at once is so confusing. It is impossible to distinguish one voice from all the others speaking at the same time. Not so for the Father. He hears each of our prayers, each of our deepest thoughts, as though we were the only one speaking.

In my darkest hour, I call out Your name
While millions of others are doing the same.
You bend down to listen, and say, "My child come.
I hear you as though you were my only one."

In these days when circumstances seem to overwhelm us, it is such a comfort to know He sees, He hears, He loves - just as though I, just as though you, were His only child.

Blessings,

Don't Be Anxious

2008-10-10T11:28:00.005-05:00

We woke to what has become the norm these days - bad economic news. Listening to the news or news articles has become a rather depressing business these days. It seems that in spite of the best efforts of man things continue to worsen. The Stock Market was on a roller coaster ride this morning.

As we got ready to go for our walk the regular radio programming was interrupted to cover the President's speech. I decided to put in my earphones and hook on my Walkman and listen as I walked. There was nothing very comforting and the follow-up discussion was filled with doom and gloom.

Then I spotted them - the last of the wild flowers growing along the side of the road. Most of them sitting peacefully amid very difficult circumstances. The ground is so dry because we haven't had rain in so long. Much of the things growing around them look rather dry, but there they were looking serenely beautiful.

As I watched a beautiful bluebird glided gently to the ground making a splash of brilliant color against the backdrop of fading grasses. I thought of Jesus' words and my heart was comforted:

" Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap; and they have no storeroom nor barn; and yet God feeds them; how more valuable you are than the birds!

Consider the lilies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one of these.
But if God so arrays the grass in field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you, O men of little faith!

Do not be anxious then, saying, 'What shall we eat? or What shall we drink? or With what shall we clothe outselves?

For all these things the Gentiles eagerly seek; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.

Therefore do not be anxious for tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself."

"Casting all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you." I Peter 5:7

Then on the way home this sign in front of the school just up the street from us.

Father - thank you for the precious reminders of Your love and faithfulness. We rest in You - our Rock and Sure Foundation.

Blessings,

Sighing and Other Subtle Forms of Communication

2008-10-07T18:39:00.007-05:00

I have had an on-going battle with my tongue for most of my life. It's been much too witty for its own good. It often seems to have a mind of its own causing me great embarrassment when I have the leisure to mull over exactly what I've said. It got far too much use when my children were growing up. It's a wonder they didn't all go deaf. It also has a tendency to outpace my poor husband's tongue giving it very little chance when push comes to shove.

So....I have been working on it. I've looked up many scripture verses (boy - are there a lot of verses on this particular subject!) and prayed for wisdom and discernment. One of the verses I've been focusing on is James 1:10, "Understanding this my dear brothers and sisters. You must all be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to get angry." I am trying, with God's help, to be more of a listener than a talker.

I feel as though I've made a bit of progress. I really am learning to listen more and talk less. I was feeling a bit proud of myself (a sure sign of trouble up ahead), when the Lord did a little "talking" of His own to my heart. It went something like this:

God - You're doing better with the talking thing Linda, but I've noticed a tendency to sigh heavily when you aren't pleased with the way things are going. And those facial expressions - your face says everything your tongue isn't.

Me - But Father, I've been so much better about the talking. I don't say half the things I'd like to say. And I'm listening and not interrupting much at all. You know how much trouble I've had with that one.

God - Yes child, there has been real growth. However, you are substituting those long, dramatic sighs and raised eyebrows for the words. And the message comes across loud and clear.

Me - Forgive me Father, I know it's true. I sigh loud enough for my husband to ask what's wrong - and if he doesn't ask I at least know he's gotten the message. And the faces - I know I have one of those "easy to read" faces. Hard not to know exactly what I'm thinking.

God - I have found that the most important thing to change is the heart. Let's work on a real heart change and all the rest will follow. Listen to others in a way you'd like to be heard. Respond in the same way. It is My desire that your words, and your outward expressions, edify and glorify.

Me - Change my heart Lord. I really do want to be all that You would have me be.

Blessings,

MY WEEKEND / ONE THOUSAND GIFTS

2008-10-06T14:41:00.013-05:00

This weekend we took Great-grandma and Great-grandpa to visit our son (their grandson) and his family in their new home.

These are seven of the priceless blessings given to us by a loving Father.

Little boys absorbed in a cut-throat game of chess. Great-grandpa made the chess board for them. He has great fun challenging all of them. It's getting harder and harder for him to beat them!

Resting after a day filled with activity. The quilt wrapped around J. was a gift from Great-grandma. She has made quilts for every child and grandchild and is slowly working her way down the list of great-grandchildren. It was J's turn this time. Quilts for the two littlest granddaughters are in the works!

It was a beautiful, very windy day. A perfect day for a trip to the park, running down hills and flying airplanes.

It was so pleasant to just sit (some of us) and watch all the activity (everyone else).

We went to Hobby Lobby to buy things like toy airplanes, magic markers, clay and knitting needles and yarn. My granddaughter wanted to learn to knit. She is doing remarkably well.

I taught my oldest granddaughter to knit years ago. She's making great progress on that scarf.

Great-grandma and little G. were busy coloring.

It seemed there was always a game of chess in progress. The kids were ever hopeful that they could beat Great-grandpa just once.

Four generations of much-loved men and boys. It seems I just blinked and that "boy" in the middle was a husband and father. How quickly the time goes. How blessed we are.

All dressed up for church. It was time for us to head home. The good-byes are always so hard. I wish I could just pack them all in my suitcase and bring them home.

Thank You Father. What a precious blessing to know that they all love and believe in You. We are going to get to spend eternity together - such love and grace.

Blessings,

One Thousand Gifts

2008-10-02T14:26:00.003-05:00

We leave tomorrow morning to visit the kids and grands in Dallas. We're taking Great-grandma and Great-grandpa with us. We will be four generations of family. I know how very blessed we are.

The abundance of butterflies. They are so delicately beautiful. I watched one this morning when we stopped for our water break on our bike ride - black with blue "etchings". Oh Father - You truly are the Master Artist.

An afternoon of visiting with our daughter and hearing all about her time in Versailles.

Just the tiniest hint of fall in the air in the evenings - the promise of cooler days.

Freshly plowed fields - the richness of dark soil against vivid green.

The silly antics of the little squirrel who lives in our old oak tree. He is quite the little acrobat. In these very dry times I've seen him gracefully leap up onto the edge of the birdbath and take a refreshing drink.

Studying the Psalms - the way the words express so precisely all those things I feel in the depths of my heart. The encouragement in knowing that I can always tell the Father exactly how I'm feeling - even when I'm at my worst. He never fails to bend down to listen, to draw me into His arms, to fill me with His all-sufficient presence.

For the encouragment of friends just exactly when I need it - a gift from their hearts and His.

I must go and get ready for our little trip. We leave first thing in the morning. Have a blessed weekend everyone. I'll see you in a few days.

Blessings,

The Kinds

2008-09-30T11:14:00.008-05:00

When our children were young, we did a lot of camping. We began with a big tent, air mattresses and sleeping bags. It took one frigid weekend to send us to the sporting goods store to purchase cots! Once we were off the ground, camping became a much more enjoyable experience.

After a few years in the tent, we purchased a used pop-up camper. What luxury! It was so nice to be able to store things in the camper so that whenever we got ready to go on a trip, the essentials were already on board. It was also nice to stay really dry when the heavens opened up and rain poured down on us. No matter how careful we were in the tent, it always felt a bit like it was raining right through the canvas.

One of the things we liked to do was just stroll around the campgrounds and look at the other camp sites. It was interesting to see the way people "decorated". Nearly everyone had tablecloths for the picnic tables, comfortable chairs and an awning. However, there were some who just went "all out".

One such family looked as though they were all set for a very long stay. They had hanging plants, wind chimes, all sorts of pinwheels and pretty painted wooden decorations. The campsite itself looked like a little landscaped yard. They even had a little fence to decorate the edge. All in all it was quite charming. It looked like a warm, inviting place.

However, as you got closer there were little signs planted by the fence that changed the whole demeanor of the place. Ah....not quite so welcoming after all. It was rather disappointing . As we continued our walk past their campsite we passed one more little sign with the name of the family on it. "The Kinds" read the pretty little sign. We just laughed and laughed.

It has made me think a little bit about my life. I don't want to "put on a false front" - one that makes a great pretence of being loving and caring and yet puts up a "no trespassing" sign when there is someone who approaches me with a real need. I want to be all that Jesus would have me be.

Blessings,

The Simple Woman's Daybook

2008-09-29T13:16:00.006-05:00

Outside my Window.....blue skies, bright sunlight and a breeze moving the branches of the big oak trees.

I am thankful for....safe travels for my daughter as she flew home from France. After three long months it is so good to have her home.

From the kitchen...a few jars of pickled eggplant to make our sandwiches taste delicious!

I am wearing...a green short-sleeved shirt, blue shorts and my white socks that pass for slippers these days.

I am reading..."Sarah's Quilt" by Nancy Turner

I am hoping...the businessmen who said they were interested in our house will decide to buy it!

I am creating... tiny baby blankets for the little babies in our local hospital.

I am hearing...the hum and whirr of the washing machine and dryer. I am really thankful for the work they do for me.

Around the house...it is time to do something with my sadly neglected flower garden. The lack of rain and unrelenting heat of the summer months have taken a toll on it. And I have been too lazy up until now to get out there and do something about it.

One of my favorite things...is sitting on the couch with a good book and a cup of tea.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week...piano lessons tomorrow afternoon, Bible Study wednesday morning, volunteer work at church wednesday afternoon, choir practice wednesday evening, a weekend trip to visit the kids and grands in Dallas!

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

This is our resident Roadrunner. I am constantly amazed at the creativity of the Father. This little guy is such fun to watch. I even caught him perched on the edge of the birdbath the other day - getting a deep drink of water.

For other Simple Woman Daybook entries please visit here.

Blessings,

WAITING

2008-09-25T10:24:00.003-05:00

I have been thinking about this business of waiting for some time now. It is, of course, because I have such heart-felt needs I've been praying about for a very long time. The answer, for now, has come back "wait". It is hard to wait when the needs are pressing.

I have come to understand that there is a purpose in waiting - that it is part of the process God is using to mold and shape my life into the image He has in mind. The Father has explained that to me in one way or another over and over again. In fact, the speaker at Bible Study yesterday spoke about it. She was talking about deliverance. She said that sometimes the Lord brings about visible, immediate, miraculous deliverance, and sometimes it is an invisible deliverance - a time when the Father is doing a work in our hearts. It is a process that begins with complete surrender to His agenda - trusting as we wait to see what He will do.

I often picture myself a bit like Winnie the Pooh sitting on a log muttering "Think, think, think..." when I am trying to work something through in my mind. I learn best when I can find a practical illustration in my mind for what I'm trying to work through. As I was preparing supper last evening, I suddenly got a very practical picture of waiting.

When I am in a hurry to complete something, I tend to look for short-cuts. For instance, if I'm painting something and it requires two or more coats of paint, and I'm in a rush to get it done, I don't wait for the first coat to completely dry before I apply the next one. The result is a mess. Or if I've baked a cake and am in a hurry to put the icing on - if I don't wait until the cake is thoroughly cooled I get icing filled with cake crumbs.

The same is true with children. Their growth is a process. There are steps that cannot be skipped over. A baby can't run - there is a lot of growth that must take place before that can happen. As much as he would love to be able to run and play on his own he simply isn't ready yet. A ten year old can't get a driver's license - even though it is her fondest wish to drive a little red sports car.

That is what this waiting is all about. It isn't a time where I am stuck in a place for a long time getting nowhere; rather it is a time when God is doing things in my life to prepare me for whatever He has planned in answer to my prayer. He is waiting for the optimum time to ice the cake, apply the second coat of paint or let me take the wheel.

I'm sure that most of you have seen all of this clearly a long time ago. I am, like Pooh, a rather slow learner. I have intellectually understood this business of waiting, but suddenly it is just a little clearer. It makes the waiting a bit easier.

Blessings,

MR. & MRS. DOVE

2008-09-23T17:16:00.004-05:00

Meet Mr. and Mrs. Dove. They are regular visitors to our bird bath. They always come together and always follow the same little routine.

First they take dainty little sips of water. Having satisfied their thirst, they then gently step into the water and bathe. Nothing splashy mind you - just a relaxing soak. When they are finished, they don't fly away like all the other birds. They gracefully float down into the grass, walk around finding just the right spot and settle down to dry off in the sunshine.

There they sit, side by side, soaking in the sun and enjoying each others company.
I understand why they are symbolic of peace. They are so quiet (unlike the blue birds who screech loud enough to wake the dead) and so gentle (unlike previously mention blue birds who chase all the other birds away when they want a drink).

They are not, however, foolish. Just the tiniest noise or movement, and they take flight. The verse in Matthew 10:16 is quite fitting:
"...therefore be shrewd as serpents, and innocent as doves."

I love watching them and thought you'd like to meet them.

Blessings,

Pickled Eggplant

2008-09-22T19:12:00.004-05:00

This afternoon, I peeled an eggplant, cut it in thin slices, put the slices in boiling white vinegar, added some oil and spices and made these:

Pickled Eggplant!

It is a recipe from my Mom. You'll have to trust me on this one - a ham sandwhich is so much yummier with pickled eggplant piled on top of the ham. Beats mustard any day.

Blessings,

Taking The Bait

2008-09-22T07:39:00.003-05:00

I am here today at Laced With Grace. Please come and visit, and we'll talk about fish, turtles and taking the bait.

Blessings,

Shout to the Lord

2008-09-21T11:57:00.002-05:00

"The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world."

Psalm 19: 1-4

This song has been on my heart for days now. I sit and listen and the tears slide down my cheeks. "Lord there is none like You. NOTHING compares to the promise I have in You." It puts all the circumstances of life into perspective.

Blessings,