What I Did On My Vacation

Packing for vacation is such a tedious task for me.  I make lists.  I make lists of places to stay.  I make lists of things to do.  I make lists of things to pack. 

Picking out a place to stay is tortuous for me.  My husband could just close his eyes, put his finger on a place, and be perfectly content to stay wherever the all knowing finger landed.  However, for me I have certain criteria.  It has to be clean, it has to have beautiful views, it has to have a gorgeous pool, and I want pretty landscaping.  I don't want to look out my window and see a parking lot.  Oh, and it has to be cheap, uh, I mean inexpensive.

Sounds pretty picky.  And, rarely do I get all the things on my wish list, but occasionally I will stumble on the perfect place.  This is why it takes me forever to make vacation plans.

So, when the day finally arrives I'm in a flurry of activity.  I get my lists, begin a collection of all the necessary items.  You know what I mean, girls.  The outfit for what if it gets cold.  The outfit for what if I go there.  The shoes to match each outfit and outing.  Coordinating jewelry...hair accessories...hats....

Hubby's happy with a change of clothes, a change of underwear, and a ball cap.  He's ready to roll.

Anyway, on this particular day of leaving for vacation to go to warmer climates, I decide to wear this cute little peasant skirt.  You women know what I mean, but for the men who don't have a clue, it's a skirt with rows of material.  You have one row, then another row is sewn on, then another, then another.  Well, this particular skirt was a little long, so I decided that if I took off the last row of material, it would be the right length and I wouldn't have to hem it because each row is already finished off.  I'm figuring ten, maybe even fifteen minutes tops. 

I get my little seam ripper and begin the task.  I don't even bother with taking the skirt off.  I just sit down and start plucking away at the threads.

Okay, it's taking a little longer than I thought.  After fifteen minutes I'm still ripping and I'm not even halfway, but I'm too far to stop.  After forty minutes I'm still ripping, I'm starting to panic and I hear Hubby's vehicle coming up the driveway.  Must rip faster.  I'm ripping as fast as I can get that tiny seam ripper to go, there's piles of material in my lap, Hubby walks in and says those words that instill fear in my heart, "Are you ready?"  The reason these are fearful words is because that's when he starts carrying suitcases out to the car whether they're packed or not.  It's when I have to start running around throwing last minute necessities in, like rubberbands, tissue, and a spatula.

I don't know people.  At this point I'm just frantic.  I'm dragging around yards of material behind me as I run through the house grabbing anything I see to throw in the suitcase that could make a difference of whether we have a great vacation or not.  IT ALL DEPENDS ON ME.  Ahh, the pressure!

Okay, breath.  It's going to be okay.  I finally finish with the skirt, but the little underskirt is now longer than the actual skirt.  I don't even care.  I wear my little peasant skirt that now has a slip showing, grab my sweater, (just in case it gets cold in Florida...in the middle of spring), and run out the door.

We are now officially on our way.  Oh, no!  I forgot my metal detector!


I Corinthians 14:40  Let all things be done decently and in order.

From Winter to Spring



I love spring.  No, I really, really love spring.  I LOVE spring!  There's just something about going through a windy, harsh winter where everything turns brown and dies, to seeing blooms burst open, smelling the sweet, freshly mowed grass, and hearing all the different bird songs.  It's just beautiful watching the earth begin to live again.

And how can we not compare this new birth with the new birth of our Saviour?  It just doesn't seem possible to be able to watch the earth begin to live again without thinking of the day that Jesus was beaten, killed and withered, placed in the ground only to have it burst open three days later and our Rose of Sharon bloom again! 

I was on the road the other day, and thinking about how devastating it has been to lose my sister, how heartbroken my husband was to lose both his parents, and all the other losses we've had in the past few years.  And I began to think of people I know who have also experienced great losses in their lives.  And then a song came on the radio that was the first song I heard playing after my sister passed, so it became my song.  It was my song of loss, heartache, and despair.

The name of the song is "Worn". *  It begins "I'm tired I'm worn, My heart is heavy from the work it takes to keep on breathing." And as I was listening to the words again my mind began to wander back to the days of Christ, when the disciples and He lived together, ate together, rested together and worked together.  I began to think of the friendship that they must have developed.  How they rose each morning maybe being a little raucous (as young men together often are), laughing, joking and picking at one another.  Then maybe things slowed down as they began to prepare their meal and began to prepare for the lessons they would learn from the Master.
As they gathered round the table, or the campfire to break bread, the seriousness of the day enveloped them and their hearts became united and broken for the people they would encounter that day.  As they walked with Jesus down the road, their feet becoming covered in dust, they would hear Jesus speak.  "Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat....consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap....and God feedeth them:  how much more are ye better than the
fowls?"    As they walked along the way, talking, a voice was heard over their conversation.  They went to fetch the person who called out to Jesus, and Jesus asked the man what he wanted.  All he wanted was to be able to see again, so the disciples were witness to Jesus just speaking the miracle of sight.

It must have been such a closeness that only brothers can enjoy, to share in everything in life.  The hardships, the work, the fun, the excitement, the struggles were the things they experienced on a daily basis.  And even though Jesus tried to prepare them for their "winter", there was no way to really comprehend what lay ahead for them all.

The song continues, "My soul feels crushed by the weight of this world, And I know you can give me rest." At the onset of the end of their earthly relationship with Christ, the disciples must have been like ants when their home has been crushed by a footstep...confused, scared, scattered in different directions, not believing what was happening.  Their fear and despair must have been palatable.
They couldn't eat, they couldn't sleep, they could only see their whole world and everything they believed in coming to an end.  It's the shock of great loss that encompasses all of us.  They were living a nightmare.  They were seeing the Saviour of all mankind die.    They were losing hope when their Hope was taken down, lifeless from the cross.  They were seeing the One who talked of eternal life be put in a grave. 

"So I cry out with all that I have left, Let me see redemption win, Let me know the struggle ends, That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn.  I want to know a song can rise, From the ashes of a broken life, And all that's dead  inside has been reborn." 

This must have been their song, too....despair, defeat, death.  But yet, in that tiny room where they met in hiding,  there was a glimmer of belief, a tiny spark of hope.  What was it He said?  "Yet a little while, and the world seeth me no more; but ye see me:  because I live, ye shall live also."  Did he really mean what I think he meant?  Is it true?  And as they pondered these things, Mary Magdalene bursts through the door, her face shiny with tears, and babbling something about seeing Jesus!  While they were trying to understand it all and were whispering among themselves in order not to be found out, they hear a voice.  A voice that was as familiar to them as their own!  "Peace be unto you."

Stumbling over themselves, giddy with relief and joy, they were ecstatic!  It was true!!  It was all real!!  He lives!!  He lives again!!

John 8:51  Verily, verily, I say unto you, If a man keep my saying, he shall never see death.

*Worn, by Tenth Avenue North

SAFE

I've been trying to think of a good word to define love and the only word I can come up with is "safe".  There have been poems, letters, and declarations, proclaiming undying love, but trying to narrow it down to only one word is quite difficult.

Knowing that my husband loves me enough to avoid situations that would be compromising, makes me feel safe.  Knowing that he puts my comforts and desires above his own makes me feel safe.  Knowing that he would sacrifice his time, his wishes, and even his life for me makes me feel safe.  The right kind of love creates a safe place for the husband, for the wife, and for the children.

I can remember when the children were little, they would sometimes walk into a room and catch me and Tim kissing.  Immediately, we heard running footsteps, then whispers of "mommy and daddy are kissing!" and then, lots of giggles.  That was safety.  They not only knew mommy and daddy loved each other, but they also saw expressions of that love.

I recently told one of my sons that I wished that when they were little we had been financially able to take them places and have vacations all over the country.  He told me that they never missed out on anything because we had fun and made memories in spite of that.  And he was right.  We camped, made day trips to the lake, and had picnics in the middle of winter.  We had movie nights, weekends with extended families, and overnight parties with a houseful of loud, energetic, hungry boys.  They had fun with mom and dad and it didn't take lots of money to make those memories.

I think there is safety for them in knowing that we used our time, our imagination, and our love to make sure they were happy.  It's hard on children to grow up listening to arguments, hostilities, and anger at home, watching the facade of undying love in front of people, and then return
home to the chaos.  There is no safety for those children.  It's no wonder so many kids grow up with so many insecurities.  They need safety.

Children need the safety of knowing they are loved, knowing that mom and dad love each other, and knowing that their family is a safe place.  They don't need the best clothes, the latest electronics, to be popular, or to have everything they want.  They need love.  They need to feel safe.
It's not a difficult thing to do if there is love.  It's not difficult to give, to sacrifice, to say kind words, to hold hands, to smile if you feel safe...if you feel loved.

And isn't this what Christ did for us?  He made us safe.  He rescued us from harm, he loved us unconditionally, he sacrificed all, and he did it all because of love.

John 15:13  Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7  Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly,
seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Shhhh. Listen.

I stepped outside on my porch after the first big snow of the season.  Stillness.  Silence.  Undisturbed.  It's like God lays a big blanket over the earth and says, "Now, be still.  Shhh.  Listen."

I'm no fan of winter.  I don't like being cold.  I don't like being stuck indoors.  I don't like brown grass and naked trees.  But when it snows, it's as if God is saying, "Let me cover everything ugly and make it pretty for you.  Let me cover the roads so everyone can just slow down.  Let me make it quiet so you can hear."

In 1965 a report came in front of a Senate subcommittee that said in just a few short years that the country would be able to sit back and relax because the computer age would give lead to a 20 hour work week and people would be able to enjoy the luxury of more time off, less stress and early retirement.
 
Well, isn't that a novelty?  Our government giving heed to a ridiculous report
.
The "computer age" has brought with it, more stress, more work, greed, mothers having to leave home to go to the workplace, divorce, warped sensibilities, violence, and a removal of anything Godly from school, work, and government.  Ahhh, the perks of advancement.

I saw on tv the other day, a family that had an idea.  They thought it would be a good thing to have a family meal together, and they were on tv to show everyone how to do that.  That's what we have become.  We have become so disjointed and busy that we don't know how to sit down at a table together.
 
But did you know that when you are still, you can hear a whisper?  Did you know that when the tv and radio are off you can hear a bird chirp?  Did you know that when you yank the headphones off you can hear a fire crackling?  Did you know that when you look up from the laptop, or iPad, or stop texting that you can see the snow falling, see a butterfly dancing through the air, see a deer scamper through the fields?  Did you know that when you stop all these things, you can actually think!

I was watching the snow fall and saw some cardinals in one of my trees.  They were chirping and twitching their little heads from side to side, as if to say, "well, aren't you going to give us food?"  So, I got my boots, gloves and coat on and went outside and filled all our bird feeders.  Not a big deal.  But I was able to help some of God's smallest creatures and I wouldn't have even thought of it if everything hadn't been still.  I wouldn't have heard that tiny little call for help.

It made me think of how many opportunities I have missed to help someone in need of a listening ear, a word of encouragement, or even just a smile, because I had too much noise going on...too busy in my own life...too much to do to slow down...

I can remember my mom saying it to me, then me saying it to my children when they were out of control or too noisy. "BE STILL!"  "You just need to quieten down and be still!"

Well, that's what God is telling us.  It's not a request.  It's not a suggestion.  It's a command.  Read the whole chapter of Psalms 46.  It's almost as if God has us by the shoulders, shaking us and telling us, "I am God, I will be exalted, now be still and listen!"
 
I guess that's what has to happen when we, as children, get too loud and stop paying attention.  We have to be still and hear what God has to say.

Psalms 46:10  Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

Listen

I stepped outside on my porch after the first big snow of the season.  Stillness.  Silence.  Undisturbed.  It's like God lays a big blanket over the earth and says, "Now, be still.  Shhh.  Listen."

I'm no fan of winter.  I don't like being cold.  I don't like being stuck indoors.  I don't like brown grass and naked trees.  But when it snows, it's as if God is saying, "Let me cover everything ugly and make it pretty for you.  Let me cover the roads so everyone can just slow down.  Let me make it quiet so you can hear."

In 1965 a report came in front of a Senate subcommittee that said in just a few short years that the country would be able to sit back and relax because the computer age would give lead to a 20 hour work week and people would be able to enjoy the luxury of more time off, less stress and early retirement
. 
Well, isn't that a novelty?  Our government giving heed to a ridiculous report.

The "computer age" has brought with it, more stress, more work, greed, mothers having to leave home to go to the workplace, divorce, warped sensibilities, violence, and a removal of anything Godly from school, work, and government.  Ahhh, the perks of advancement.

I saw on tv the other day, a family that had an idea.  They thought it would be a good thing to have a family meal together, and they were on tv to show everyone how to do that.  That's what we have become.  We have become so disjointed and busy that we don't know how to sit down at a table together.
 
But did you know that when you are still, you can hear a whisper?  Did you know that when the tv and radio are off you can hear a bird chirp?  Did you know that when you yank the headphones off you can hear a fire crackling?  Did you know that when you look up from the laptop, or iPad, or stop texting that you can see the snow falling, see a butterfly dancing through the air, see a deer scamper through the field?  Did you know that when you stop all these things, you can actually think!

I was watching the snow fall and saw some cardinals in one of my trees.  They were chirping and twitching their little heads from side to side, as if to say, "well, aren't you going to give us food?"  So, I got my boots, gloves and coat on and went outside and filled all our bird feeders.  Not a big deal.  But I was able to help some of God's smallest creatures and I wouldn't have even thought of it if everything hadn't been still.  I wouldn't have heard that tiny little call for help.

It made me think of how many opportunities I have missed to help someone in need of a listening ear, a word of encouragement, or even just a smile, because I had too much noise going on...too busy in my own life...too much to do to slow down...

I can remember my mom saying it to me, them me saying it to my children when they were out of control or too noisy. "BE STILL!"  "You just need to quieten down and be still!"

Well, that's what God is telling us.  It's not a request.  It's not a suggestion.  It's a command.  Read the whole chapter of Psalms 46.  It's almost as if God has us by the shoulders, shaking us and telling us, "I am God, I will be exalted, now be still and listen!"

I guess that's what has to happen when we, as children, get too loud and stop paying attention.  We have to be still and hear what God has to say.



Psalms 46:10  Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

Lovin' My Cousins

Last night at church, the ladies were meeting in the prayer room, sharing our hearts and a sweet, older lady asked that we remember her family.  She said that she would love it if we would pray for her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.  She told us that her grandchildren and great grandchildren totaled 63.  What!  What an awesome legacy!  And I'm sure that each one of them feel so proud to call her Grandma.

I can remember a time when families were large, and the number of cousins was even larger.  What a time that was.  Meeting at Grandma's house, eating piles of food, listening to aunts and uncles talk and laugh, and the funnest of all was playing in Papa's barn.

It's sad that today many children won't have that memory.  They won't know the connection to lots of cousins who are our very best friends from the start, the chaos of running around Grandma's house, and the excitement of sleepovers, picnics, and dinners.

I've recently reconnected with some of my cousins after decades of being out of touch and nothing's changed!  Yea, we're older, a little more wrinkled, heavier, slower, but our hearts are the same, our memories are the same, our love is the same. 

I have memories of climbing trees, running through the woods and fields, having burial services for animals, putting on plays, sleeping under Grandma's quilts, giggling because our toes were crunched up under the weight, playing in the barn loft day after day, pretend church services with lots of preaching and singing, being chased by cows, and all of it was with my cousins.

A Family Christmas

There's just something about Christmas.  The birth of Jesus is celebrated in churches and homes everywhere.  Watching the plays with children wearing masks of baby sheep, cows and donkeys, hearing them singing "Silent Night" off key while their halos are sliding off their heads, is amusing and heart warming.

I think of all the Christmases that we gathered up piles of gifts and rounded up the kids, packed them all in the car and traveled through the snowy roads to my husband's parents' house, to have dinner with the family.  There were hugs, brothers and sisters talking, cousins running through the house, and Papaw standing over the stove cooking the meal.  There was always a platter of his delicious homemade peanut butter fudge sitting on the table.  Mamaw would be sitting in her recliner, smiling while each of the grandchildren would stop playing long enough to tell her some big story of toys, or games, or practically anything of importance in a child's mind

Then, there was the trip to my sister's house in Tennessee.  As soon as we'd walk in the door, the boys would be off to the bedroom to play video games, or to reek havoc throughout the house.  My sister and I would escape to the kitchen to talk and laugh hysterically at just about everything.  My husband, my brother in law, and the older boys would be reclined in the living room in chairs and all over the floor watching football games.

As I sit here, watching the snow fall outside, I will grieve a little over the people we have loved, but have lost, then I will smile over sweet memories.  And after a few minutes of reminiscing, I will get my mind in gear for the activities that will be happening in my own house.

All my children will come in,  stomping the snow from their feet, toddlers running through the house, screaming, "MIMI" or "POPPY"!!!!  There will be smells of baked cookies, food simmering on the stove, and a faint aroma of pine tree in the room. Our older grandchildren will interject into the adult conversations what they've been doing at school.  They'll tell of things going on with friends and who likes who, and who is dating who.  My  grandson will be quietly looking around at the food, ready to get the party started.  The toddlers will go straight to the toy box and pull toys out by the handfuls, they'll be giving hugs, running in and out of rooms with squeals of excitement.  The girls will all gravitate to the kitchen, while the men (or I should say, boys) will all pile on the sofas for some kind of talk about touchdowns, work, trucks, or guns.

There's nothing like it.  To think, it all began in a stable with a manger and a little baby.

Merry Christmas everyone!