"Only one life, 'twill soon be past
Only what's done for Christ will last."

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Life Goal

Take heed unto thyself, and unto the doctrine; continue in them: for in doing this thou shalt both save thyself, and them that hear thee. 1 Timothy 4:16 KJV http://bible.com/1/1ti.4.16.KJV

Monday, May 23, 2016


Warm Memories

I grew up with two brothers in a stable home. My parents celebrated 60 years of marriage this weekend, and many of their offspring were present, as well as several close relatives.

We laughed and remembered "blue moments" from our childhoods.

Margaret's friend gave me the book "Small Graces" and it talks about these moments that etch themselves on your mind, whether or not you want them.

They are good memories, mostly, and that is what we shared together yesterday.

The mischievous sock monkey that came on every family road trip. My brother let an alter ego play out with this favorite toy. Naughty monkey! It was confiscated routinely.

My eldest brother's memories of our parents' wedding. (Impossible!)

The pacifier that was pitched out the window of a car that broke a habit overnight...

It went on and on, and we laughed and loved.

I finished two weeks of frenetic cleaning leading up to the event, and I went to bed last night and slept the sleep of the just.

Back to the norm today.

It's a good feeling!

I hear bad weather is on the way, and I need to prepare for that.

A good friend is in the ER this morning, and we are preparing for a change of plans that include the care of his wife, who suffers from partial dementia. This week may go somewhat differently than thought.

I am privileged to care for another elderly lady who is on hospice care one day this week too. I helped her a couple of weeks ago, and it is a sweet and hard experience caring for someone so close to seeing Jesus.

She is waiting to go.

Birth and death are hard, my mom said. The process.

It makes me wonder. I haven't thought about the process much. It can be so quick for some----so prolonged for others.

My dear sweet "sister" became a grandmother this past weekend. We share this new role. Her little darling is a big boy, quite wearing out his new mother!

I was able to hold my grand-nephew this weekend. His smiles are priceless. Such intelligent eyes.

Little ones. What will they live? We love the excitement of the process of birth.

The process of death?

It's hardly exciting. It's slow, patience producing, and wearing.

It doesn't matter if we long for death.

I question it.

Life is precious. Even old, worn-out tedious life. God's designs are perfect, even in this fallen world. Remember that He even had the most infinite back-up plan for this perfect world He created.

It isn't what it was supposed to be. Yet it is infinitely wonderful in the fallen state!

Even death can be handled with His grace.

So we wait. We live on. We anticipate.



Monday, May 9, 2016



Pentecost is June 12


It's gorgeous here. The trees are in full bloom, the lilacs are cresting. The second round of tulips are open.
The grass is on its second mowing and the dandelions are practically knee high.
Sandhill Cranes are trumpeting by each morning and the farmer got the field cleared of the winter's crop of field stones.
He quickly planted it with corn, and I won't have much of a view come July.
Such is rural life.
The birds are almost annoying in their repetitive calls of bliss. I said "almost."
The Robins have nested on an outdoor light. What messy builders, and certainly not "code."
We're going to be very careful to avoid using that light for the time being.
My computer is badly performing, and I dislike blogging on my phone, but I wanted to write today.
Why do I write?
God can answer that. I write because I always have written. Journals and novels and poetry, ---letters, notes, lists.
I can't help myself.
I write.
I see that the world needs Jesus in a desperate way, and I say that in my writing. Or I try to.
I tell people how important it is to know Christ as the Savior of the world. It's the ONLY path to spiritual freedom and life.
The Devil is a canny deceiver. He has fooled the majority of mankind into believing something other than the Bible and its exclusive message.
The Holy Spirit opens eyes to see the truth of God's overarching purpose for this existence.
We are responsible for our own response.
Last night I gave a short talk about the history of the Bible at the jail.
There were 20 women there, and they hadn't heard anything about this subject before.  They were fascinated, just as I was, when I learned about it!
I think all of us should know the history of the Bible, since it is the ultimate authority for faith in The Creator.
It is so important to stand on a solid source for your purpose in life.
The Devil has been at War against God's Word from creation. We all must ask ourselves if we have been deceived --- in little or big ways.
I know that I have been deceived by him. I'm always thankful when I can look back and see where God has led me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yes, He has.
I pray that you find those paths, too. For your sake, as well.
It may mean risk and change for you, but it's worth it!
Micah 6:8King James Version (KJV)
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?
Find your God in His word today.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Spring Things

It has been a year since we bought this new house. We've had a steady stream of friends and family visit us.

I haven't even sent out address change cards yet.

It's on the list.

We've celebrated a year of holidays, bridal showers, new babies, reunions and plain old Fellowship.

I've mowed and raked and gathered the branches that our oaks have shed.

 I spent today with the leaf blower. The south beds that make up a terraced rock garden needed to be freed.

There are ferns, bleeding heart, hosta and peonies thrusting through the tangle. I found some blue flowers that I can only describe as bluebells in full glory. There are a couple of tulips that don't belong, but I am letting them stay for now.

Spring gardening is so satisfying.

I've sorted, unpacked, discarded and pondered what fits in the new---different--- space.

Things that matter came into focus.

What a year.

God is good, and I think Jesus is coming soon.

Yes, LORD.  Come Lord Jesus.


The Fat Girl Sings

It was 1975 and I was a chubby preteen. Healthy, active, and thick.

My athletic older brother brought a lovely young lady home to meet our parents one weekend, from college.

She was tall, blond, beautiful, and thin.

Everything I was not. Everything I thought I should be.

It has taken decades for me to accept this, rejecting my own appearance, comparing myself to the incomparable.

Now I'm middle-aged, fraught with thyroid disfunction, the effects of seven pregnancies,  and genetic determination.

I've been dieting my whole life, always resorting to banning sugar.  It doesn't work as well as it used to.

Girls get hungry. Languish or eat.

I have found that the male members of my extended family really get a kick out of fat jokes. (Not my husband.  He's too smart for that.)

It started with being called "Minnesota Fats." (How convenient!)

Words hurt. Words curse.

A young girl with the genes that dictated brown hair, short stature, and round shoulders tried hard to run and swim, exercise, and work that hideous form into something attractive.

A life's pursuit, and how vapid.

Our culture has ruled us insignificant.  We don't fit the picture---at least in this part of the country.

I'm old now. I still hate the way I look, but I'm beginning to see that God had his own plan for me, including the way I look.

"Trim Healthy Mama" is amazing. For once we girls can eat without gaining five pounds.

I'm thankful for Serene and Pearl. They understand! They wrote the book, and found this incredible plan that seems to nourish without packing on the weight.

It's amazing.  So many fat girls are finding hope for the first time ever.  I am included.

So, this fat girl Sings.

And I do.

It's over.

The struggle is over.  I think I can keep this weight (and not gain) for life.

And guys, we short, thick girls are God's creation too.

Change your mind about beauty. It's not just skinny blondes that God finds beautiful. Maybe you are missing something. He made us, too.

I'll keep shrugging off the bitterness when you laugh at me. That's my problem.

Yours is to readjust your own outlook about beauty, and realize that words matter.