October 31, 2008

A Tribute



She listened long and thoughtfully when I had problems to pour out. She never criticized me. She laughed at me or with me when I was being too serious or dramatic. She let me live with her during my tempestuous twenties. She fed me when I was broke. She counseled me when I was scared and lonely or confused. She let me "teach" her when I had all the answers. She hosted holidays at her house. She reached out to her neighbors and to my friends. She gave gifts to my children and treated them like her own. She was happy with my happiness and sad when I was sad. She was gentle. She was a cheerleader - for us all. She loved my husband with kindess and respect. She was faithful to our Lord. She was my Auntie Nina.

October 21, 2008

Meeting Strangers

I was the only person not related. Brenda had invited her parents, her husbands parents, and her sister who brought her husband and his three daughters. With a few more kids, that made fifteen people there - not counting me. It wasn't Christmas. Just a movie night - and my suggestion. We were together to eat a bunch of raw food and watch the movie "Food Matters". After the movie, I would show them the product Body Balance.

I met Emily right away. She was wrapped up in a grey hooded sweatshirt. I never did get to see her hair - just her smile. She talked a lot and I remember her lips were full and her skin was clear. Eleven years old.

Michaela was playing with her cousins. I didn't meet her. She did, however, lay at my feet during the whole movie. I had to get up a couple times for this or that so I stepped over her body. We smiled at each other. Ten years old.

Katelyn was the oldest. Thirteen. She wore dark eye liner. She came into the kitchen where I was and bit into a cucumber slice. I made some joke about raw food and she laughed. I looked deep in her eyes and felt a desire to hug her. Instead, I smiled. We didn't know each other. She was thirteen. One doesn't just HUG a stranger.

Leonard and Sabrina. They lived in Graham. Wow, we almost moved to Graham. How was it over there? We talked about the commute and what they did for a living. Hard working people. Leonard (whom everyone called Lenny) spent most of the evening with his girls. He had his arms around one or the other. Sabrina, the step-mom and Brenda's sweet sister, hugged people a lot. Maybe it wouldn't have been weird for me to hug Katelyn.

How lovely to see another family interact! There were lots of smiles and pats on the back. Talk about tomatoes and fruit trees...canning. Hugs and jokes. Everyone ate up the refreshments I brought. I was glad since I was the outsider.

We put the movie in. I thanked Ron and Brenda for hosting the movie night and for everyone taking time out to watch it.

It's strange now looking back. The movie night had been postponed for Leonard and Sabrina. They couldn't make it the week before. Had we not delayed the event, I would never have met them and their three daughters. I would never have looked into some dark lined eyes or met a man with two stud earrings who loved his daughters. I would never have met Sabrina before...before the...

I left early, leaving the family to enjoy the rest of the evening. I would follow up later with those interested in Body Balance. It was late and I prayed for safety for the way home. I remember thinking about Leonard and Sabrina - They would probably spend the night at Brenda's. If they didn't spend the night then they would have a long drive home. What a family - to drive almost two hours just to see a movie about nutrition - to spend time together. This made me miss my own family in California. I missed them knowing that they were gathered together at the hospital dealing with the grief of losing Auntie Nina.

The rest of the story I heard from a friend. It was also on the news. Leonard and Sabrina did not spend the night at Brenda's. They drove home. They went to sleep. There was an explosion heard. A fire. The parents got out. Lenny was on the ladder trying to get to the girls when the fire department got there. The flames were too high - too hot. The roof collapsed. The girls could not be saved. They were lost. Gone.

Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving; Withal praying also for us, that God would open unto us a door of utterance, to speak the mystery of Christ, for which I am also in bonds: That I may make it manifest, as I ought to speak.

Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, REDEEMING THE TIME. Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man. Col 4:2-6


I don't understand all this.

But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear: 1Peter 3:15

Dear Lord,

Please comfort this family. Please provide for their needs and draw them unto yourself. Help them in their time of need. Help them to see you as their Rock, thier Redeemer, their high tower. Help us to have wisdom and discernment in ministering to them. Give them Hope, Lord.

October 19, 2008

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

We sang this hymn today at church and what a wonderful song it is! The end of the chorus really hit me hard. All other ground is sinking sand. What other ground? What do I stand on that I think might hold me up? My family? My friends? My ideas or politics? All my skills or my job? Our savings or good credit? HA!

All of this is sinking sand.

Today, my auntie Nina is slowly slipping into eternity. What glory awaits her.

Even my little hope in THIS day is sinking sand. It will be over soon, gone. All our days just a vapor.

My chin is lifted. My shoulders are straightened. I stand firm - watching. There is solid ground and the Lord tells me time and time again that I can trust Him.

There is none holy as the LORD: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God. 1Samuel 2:2
The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. Psalm 18:2

October 13, 2008

My Daybook


FOR TODAY Monday, October 13, 2008...
Outside My Window...
The lawn is mowed and the leaves are falling almost like rain
I am thinking...
Of how amazing it can be to have JOY is such uncertain times.
I am thankful for...
My Great and Loving God. How He can continue with me - with all my failures and faults - yet He is faithful to complete what He has started in me. He never leaves me or forsakes me. Thank you Lord!
From the kitchen...
Bean sprouts out of my ears
I am wearing...
jeans, red/white checked button up shirt with a white cardigan sweater, pearl earrings and tennis shoes
I am creating...
a chalkboard! My inspiration comes from a chalkboard from the Old Victorian Trading Co. - but it is far too expensive..so the kids and I are making our own.
I am going...
to the store to buy chalkboard paint
I am reading...
research on TruBoost and the affects of stress on the adrenals - doesn't that sound interesting? LOL
I am hoping...
to find something to do with all these bean sprouts before they spoil
I am hearing...
The Trumpet Swan read by EB White himself
Around the house...
A pile of bills to mail out and folded laundry to put away
One of my favorite things...
A super frugal deal
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:
A visit with friends, Bible reading, letters to write, school, bulbs to plant.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing


Listening to "The Trumpet Swan"

October 06, 2008

Thirst no more


The believer is not the man whose days are weary for want of comfort, and whose nights are long from absence of heart-cheering thought, for he finds in religion such a spring of joy, such a fountain of consolation, that he is content and happy. Put him in a dungeon and he will find good company; place him in a barren wilderness, he will eat the bread of heaven; drive him away from friendship, he will meet the "friend that sticketh closer than a brother." Blast all his gourds, and he will find shadow beneath the Rock of Ages; sap the foundation of his earthly hopes, but his heart will still be fixed, trusting in the Lord.



The true saint is so completely satisfied with the all-sufficiency of Jesus that he thirsts no more—except it be for deeper draughts of the living fountain.

~Charles Spurgeon (oct. 6 morning devotion)

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