Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Monday, June 22, 2015
(this was written March 1st,( 2008 or 09 I think)
Found it in my drafts. . so here it is!)
In the above picture, my husband, Curt, and I are picking persimmons in the back yard of a friend whose trees were loaded. We were having a great time filling a sack that had been given to us. I thought I liked persimmons but when I got home I realized that I didn't care for them at all. Curt didn't care for them either. Of course I wrote a nice note to our friends thanking them for the lovely fruit without going into great detail.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
The following was written in 1996 for a Mother's Day tribute at First Church of the Nazarene in Pasadena, TX.
"Her children arise and call her blessed; Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all: Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting: but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
The outstanding trait of my mother through the years has been her Godly character. To me, she has been the ideal of mothers even though her own mother passed away when she was between the ages of three and four. She lived in different homes of various relatives and was unable to attend school much of the time. As a young teenager she prayed that if God would make it possible for her to go to school she would live for Him. Soon after that she found herself in the orphanage at Penile,TX. Here she was able to continue her education and at the Penile Nazarene Church heard some of the most outstanding preachers in our denomination.
Memories are like a kaleidoscope - bits and pieces continue to turn, bringing images to my mind. What should I share? Let me start with a early memory. As a very young child I remember hearing my brother in the bedroom crying. I went to the door - frightened - I saw mother and my brother kneeling by the bed. Mother looked at me - smiled and speaking softly, explained to me that everything was alright and that my brother was asking for the Lord's forgiveness. I ran to kneel beside them, my young heart also gripped with conviction yet not fully understanding. Our home was conducive for prayer and learning about God.
Our house was never a "show-place" yet it was a comfortable home where many friends came to visit and some even to live for periods of time. Mother gave me great liberty in our house. I can remember how she would allow me to take cans out of the kitchen cabinet, tie strings around the chairs and table in the dining room and play "Store."
My parents were teen sponsors at our church. Mother had a keen wit and a creative mind. At one of the banquets held in our home, there were more teens than mother expected. Fearful of not having enough food she quickly devised a game: A big pot of spaghetti was soon boiling on the stove and each teen was given a full bowl of plain spaghetti. The object - first one to empty their bowl was declared the winner. It was great fun for the teens and they never suspected the motive! Needless to say, there was plenty of food!
Mother was multi-talented. She had a beautiful voice, which she used for God's glory through the years. She taught the Women's Bible Class at Port Arthur First Nazarene church for over twenty-five years. After I married and would come home to visit I would attend mother's class. She was a gifted and an anointed teacher.
I was raised in an extremely sheltered home and after I was grown and had left this protected environment I became somewhat shaky in the larger world I had entered and began to question everything. And in some respects became disappointed and disillusioned to the greater exposure to life. But there was an image that would come to my mind that held me steady. It was remembering my mother's face after being at her place of prayer. I had no doubt that she had been in the presence of God because His glory was on her face. I have never, ever got away from the memory of that radiance and beauty on her countenance.
My dad was a business man - so big - so strong - and my mother leaned on his strength and we all understood his authority. Dad made all the major decisions in our home and was a hard worker and good provider for his family. But when my dad was in his late forties because of illness was unable to work. My mother knew very little about his assets, his trucking business, employees, etc. Now, here she was, in charge of everything. She stood only 5' 2" in stature and probably felt even smaller in the face of such gigantic adversity, but she placed her faith in a big God! During this dark time, I remember how mother stood up at church and testified of the sweetness of God's presence and how the most beautiful flowers grow not on the mountain tops but in the valley.
My dad's hospital bills mounted into the thousands of dollars but God blessed the trucking business and mother said it seemed like, during this time, the money "just poured in" Every bill was paid and God provided far beyond and over the needs.
How wonderfully God equipped mother in her faithful and loving care of my dad. A few hours before his death, mother stood by his bed and read Psalm 121. I felt I was on "holy ground" in the hospital room that day. Another chapter was completed in my mother's life.
Mother went to be with Jesus on Oct 6, 1996..
On this Mother's Day I give thanks for being raised by a Godly mother who held the light steady.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
I have not blogged for several years and it all seems strange and unreal. Not sure why I am writing now. . . . but perhaps there is a reason . . . a bigger picture than I can see.
In the above picture I am placing an ornament that my mother gave me many years ago. My mother passed away in 1996 so it has been over seventeen years that she placed the little ornament in my hand. As she handed it to me she said, "Now when I am gone I want you to put this on the tree and think of me." Each year this special ornament is placed on the tree with love as memories fill my heart and mind of those years she was here.
In the years since my last post I have lost several dear friends. . . have watched others develop health problems and I too am becoming more fragile. I will be eighty-three in September and that places me in the winter season of life. . . but the next season is Spring. . . new life! What will it be like? I, of course, do not have the answer but I know that the God that created me has a plan for me and for each of us. I can trust His plan to be perfect and beautiful.
Perhaps no one will see this post . . . and if I am the only one, I want it to be a reminder that yesterday is past. . . I cannot bring back one day, one hour or even on moment. I cannot see tomorrow but I pray that God will help me to see. . . really see the beauty that is all around me today and regardless of circumstances not to waste precious hours with worry, or "what ifs" or other negative thinking. I want to start each day with Psalms 118:24
"This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Today is my daughter, Darlene's birthday and I dedicate this song, "Press On" in memory of her.
Darlene, my beautiful rose, I can see you in my mind as you listened to this song over and over the last few weeks of your life. You climbed all the mountains and walked through all the deep valley's and pressed on to the prize. How beautiful heaven must be! And, oh, to have Jesus welcome you. . . I can't even imagine!
I still have mountains to climb and valley's to walk. . . my body is so weary but I intend to "Press On" until that last step is taken and then we can walk together where there will be no more sadness, pain, disappointments or "good-bye's.
I love you. . . mother
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
On January 17, 1995, my husband Curtis and I found out that we were going to be great-grandparents. Our only granddaughter, Angela was expecting a baby! On this same day I received a card that had a picture of a bird nest with three tiny eggs. Below was the caption, "Expect a Miracle." I claimed that message for this child, not knowing if it was a boy or girl. I wrote down the following prayer soon after.
John has reached the age of "pretend." Today he pretended that he was the Thomas engine and I was the James engine. Going up the stairs was going up a hill. After we got upstairs, he looked around and said, "I like your room, James."
John is now a teenager. . . starting another chapter in his young life. May it's pages be filled with beautiful things and most of all, I pray that he will walk the pathway that God designed for him. . . even before he was born!
John, may you always be "the sweetest boy in the whole wide world!"
Saturday, September 6, 2008
by Catherine Marshall
My friend Marge had an experience aboard a plane bound for Cleveland, waiting for takeoff. As she settled into her seat, Marge noticed a strange phenomenon. On one side of the airplane a sunset suffused the entire sky with glorious color. But out of the window next to her seat, all Marge could see was a sky dark and threatening, with no sign of the sunset.
As the plane's engines began to roar, a gentle voice spoke within her:
You have noticed the windows, He murmured beneath the roar and the thrust of takeoff. Your life, too, will contain some happy, beautiful times, but also some dark shadows. Here's a lesson I want to teach you to save you much heartache and allow you to abide in me with continual peace and joy.
You see, it doesn't matter which window you look through; this plane is still going to Cleveland. So it is in your life. You have a choice. You can dwell on the gloomy picture. Or you can focus on the bright things and leave the dark, ominous situations to Me. I alone can handle them anyway. And the final destination is not influenced by what you see or feel along the way.
Learn this, act on it and you will be released, able to experience the peace that passes understanding.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
No king is saved by the size of his army;
No warrior escapes by his great strength.
A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save.
But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in His unfailing love, to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine.
Portions of scripture from Psalm 33
The Lord God is the Hope for our nation. . . our only Hope!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Praise The Lord
Praise the Lord.
Praise God in His sanctuary;
Praise Him in His mighty heavens.
Praise Him for His acts of power;
Praise Him for His surpassing greatness.
Praise Him with the sounding of the trumpet,
Praise Him with the harp and lyre,
Praise Him with tambourine and dancing.
Praise Him with the strings and flute,
Praise Him with the clash of cymbals.
Praise Him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I was visiting with a dear friend as she shared some of the desperation and grief that she was experiencing and said she felt it almost more than she could bear. I listened, feeling so helpless to do anything, although the thought came to my mind, "Praise Him!"
There are times when our lives are overwhelmed with problems, heartache and depression. But I know from experience that to offer God a sacrifice of praise can release His power to work in our lives in a miraculous way. Offer Him a sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving even when you don't feel like praising God. . . especially when you don't feel like it!
When my oldest child was about sixteen or seventeen she became rebellious and was living a sinful lifestyle. My heart was breaking. Waves of grief would come in like the tide and I felt I would drown. I would go into my bedroom, get on my knees and open the Bible to the Psalms. I "prayed" Psalms of praise until the awful darkness lifted and I could feel God's peace and hope in my hurting heart.
When my son was killed in a car accident, I was almost numb with shock when I heard the words, "He's gone." I left the hospital waiting room and went outside, lifted my head to the sky, and began to praise God. If anyone had been watching, they would have probably thought I had lost my mind, to be praising God moments after hearing the news about my son. But the scripture says, "In all things give thanks" and that is exactly what I did! I began to praise and thank God. His power was released and a calmness took over my spirit that I can't explain. I was able to give comfort to others. I remember one of the friends of my son was almost hysterical and I put my arms around her and tried to calm her. I was in grief but I had peace, that wonderful peace that God gives in the storm. He is faithful!
But we have to look up. If we look down we will see nothing but darkness and despair. When we look up we see the stars shining in the darkness. These stars, to me, represent the beautiful, unfailing, promises of God. I praise Him for His faithfulness. . . today and every day!
Praise the Lord, He can work through those who praise Him
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me
But I took the paintbrush from Jesus
And painted what I wished to see
The colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size
I had made a mess of my painting
My way now seemed so unwise
So I brought my painting to Jesus
All the colors, the pieces so wrong
In the markets of earth it was worthless
But His blood made my painting belong
He worked with no condemnation
Never mentioned the mess I had made
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow
And He signed it, the price has been paid.
When I gave the brush back to Jesus,
When I gave the brush back to Him
He started all over life's canvas to fill
When I gave to Jesus the brush of my will.
He worked with no condemnation
Never mentioned the mess I had made
Then He dipped His brush in the rainbow
And He signed it, the price has been paid.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I love the word HOPE!
When hope touches God, there is a peace that cannot be explained. This peace gives the faith and assurance that God is in control and that His sweet will is far better than anything we could ask for.
When my daughter was so very ill we were praying and hoping for her healing. Then came the day when hope touched God and that unexplainable peace filled my heart and mind and soul. Things did not go as I had hoped and prayed, yet when God's peace came, I could lift my head and give praise and honor and glory knowing that God "holds the whole world in His hands."
Less than a year ago my older brother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. How frightened I was when I was told the news. I prayed and hoped and prayed and hoped then once again the peace came and I knew that God's will was being done. He lived only a few weeks after the diagnosis but I had several wonderful visits and talks with him, while he was in the hospital. And even though I miss both my daughter and brother more than I can convey, the peace remains.
I have a younger brother that over three years ago, underwent surgery for a serious type of cancer on his face, close to the eye in the temple area. We were all so frightened and things looked somber but the surgery went well and the surgeon gave him as much as a 90 or 95% survival rate. Each year he has had PET Imaging and last week he had his third image. Two of the doctors had released him, and seemed confident that the cancer had been eradicated. But this PET image shows something on the brain that wasn't there before and he is scheduled for an MRI in the morning that will be more accurate in the characterization of any malignancy. We as well as the doctor was taken by surprise yet Hope remains that the MRI will not reveal cancer.
I am praying for God's will and praying for God's peace. I am not there yet. I do not have the peace that I long to have. . not yet. I am still reaching in the darkness to touch God. As I write, my heart hurts so deeply. And my brother and his wife are suffering greatly.
And so this post is just to say that I covet your prayers for my younger brother that I love so very, very much. He has been a strength and help in our family for many years and now he needs our strength and support. . . and God's peace. . . the peace that only He can give!
Here are the words of a song that keeps going through my mind.