Blogger Fun (part 1)

It has been a fun week. I have met new people, gone new places and learned new things. Three years ago my sisters and I met Tracy on the blog. Now we have met both her and her husband, Denis, in person too. I'm not sure I can give an adequate recap of the past few days, but I shall make a valiant attempt.

Tracy and Denis arrived in time for supper on Tuesday and we had a wonderful few days together. On Wednesday Jim, and Rachel joined us for a ride down to Canandaigua where we met up with Priscilla and toured Sonnenberg Gardens. What a beautiful place! It was sad to see the gardens in such a state of disrepair but enchanting none the less. (I'm looking forward to a return trip in the near future.)
Around 1 o'clock we left the gardens for a lunch break at Gudrun and Gary's Rheinblick German Restaurant. It was wonderful as usual. Both Rachel and I enjoyed Reuben sandwiches. The best part was that Tracy got to meet another fellow blogger, Gudl. It was so much fun!

Here is the Blog Party at the Rheinblick where Gudrun joined us for a group photo.

After lunch we waited for Alicia to get off the school bus and she joined us for the remainder of our Sonnenberg Gardens tour.

Back at home Tracy, Denis and I decided to check out Lake Ontario and watch the sunset. It was a beautiful day!

A Long Distance Tea

Yesterday I received a package in the mail. This is really very exciting because rarely does a package come with my name unless I have ordered something and that is usually school books. School books are fun (sometimes...), but not typically what I would call exciting.

So anyway, I returned home from doing laundry to find a package waiting my arrival. It was sitting patiently on the top step by my back door. It came all the way from Florida. I smiled as I picked it up and headed in the house.

The sender had wrapped the box in several layers of clear packing tape. I looked for something to cut through it and found a screwdriver handy. Inside, wrapped in newspaper, were two beautiful tea cups and two saucers from my dear friend, Ann.

Years ago, when she lived nearby, we shared many cups of tea both at her home and mine. Our children played while we talked and laughed. Though she is now far away, a cup of tea still brings her face to my mind. I hear her voice, her laugh, and I miss her.

I love you, Ann! Thank you for the lovely tea cups. Does anyone care to join us for a spot of tea? Would you like a cookie with yours? What kind? I think I'll take molasses.

Somebody Turned the Heat Up!

We carefully covered our garden boxes last evening to protect them from the cold and woke up this morning to very pleasant temperatures. I'm not complaining! I love it!!!

Crazy weather...

Where Has Summer Gone?

My poor little garden is looking sad and cold. Our temperatures have not quite been conducive to warm weather vegetables. The leaves are falling off my pepper plants and my tomatoes are not a healthy looking green, rather a reddish brown/green. Even my marigolds are shivering. We decided something must be done and, since my garden is planted in small boxes, the remedy is not too difficult. I just hope it isn't too late.

We went to Loews and bought four ten foot lengths of half inch PVC to form a frame over the boxes and covered this with "clear" plastic. It is held down by sticks and rocks. The hope is that this will create a nice little greenhouse type of atmosphere where my poor little plants can recover from their bout with the not so ideal temperatures of the past few weeks. I'm even thinking it may be prudent to buy a few new pepper plants just in case it is too late for those I already planted. In July, when the Japanese beetles show up, I intend to cover my dear little garden with mosquito netting. (I already encircled it with fencing to keep my dear cats from using it for a litter box. The question is can I thwart all the saboteurs that keep attacking my hard work?)

Sisters

Sisters, I am blessed with two of them and we are close enough in age to have a childhood full of happy memories. When my first daughter was small I wished a little sister for her, but the years passed without another girl, instead we welcomed a baby brother into our home. We named him Josiah. After Josiah, Bethany welcomed another little brother into the world. I don't recall how old she was when she actually told me she wanted a baby sister. I wasn't planning to have any more babies and so replied, "And where do you think you're going to get one?" She smiled and replied, "From out of you!"

I'm certain that my dear daughter prayed sincerely for a little sister and in late March of 1993 I was once again pregnant. While we had been prepared for another baby boy when Nathan arrived in 1990, this time the ultrasound had not revealed the sex of the baby. Bethany was absolutely sure, in spite of our warnings, that a sister was on the way. When the baby was born and her Grandma told her that she had another brother, my sweet daughter disappeared into a dark corner of Grandma's house for a good cry. At the hospital I placed the squirming baby in her arms and asked her if she wanted to send him back. She said no and decided Benjamin was beautiful even if he was a boy.

With each child added, our home became not only noisier, but less space was available to put them. James and I had already moved out of the master bedroom of our home and into a smaller room to make space for our crew of boys. Bethany shared her tiny bedroom with Benjamin. Our house was full but God had heard the prayers of a small girl. Expecting once again, the ultrasound this time revealed the baby would be a girl. We warned Bethany that sometimes they were wrong.

By the time Hannah arrived in July of 1995, our first little girl was closing in on 10 years old. She was ecstatic to have a baby sister and Hannah, eager to catch up with Bethany, did her best to outgrow every pair of clothes she owned within three months time. Ten years is a lot when children are five and 15 but as my daughters grow I have watched the gap close. I am blessed to see the love and affection they have for each other and thankful for the answered prayer of a little girl surrounded by brothers.

The Funny Farm

My son Jim has been home from Minnesota for a couple of weeks now. It really has been great to have him around, to gather the family together, and to watch him get to know his little nephews. Josh first referred to him as "Neet" but now recognizes him as Uncle Jim and not Uncle Nate. Funny how he can see the resemblance. (Nate has been wearing glasses lately.)

The other night we gathered at Beth and Adam's house for supper together.

We had fun trying to get some decent photographs of the bunch, but they prefer silly pictures to serious. Can't say as I blame them.

More About Martha... (Are you sick of it yet?)

Now Jesus loved Martha... John 11:5a

Of course, one could insert any name here and the verse would hold true, but I love, love, love the fact that it actually says "Martha". Why wouldn't I?

I am blessed that God took the time to reassure all of us, especially women, of Jesus' love for Martha, just in case we see only His gentle rebuke, after all Mary seems to steal so much of the story. She not only sat at His feet and chose "the better part", but it was this Mary who anointed Jesus feet with costly oil and wiped them with the hair of her head (Jn 12:3). Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. This is one verse where Mary's name isn't even mentioned.

As I juggle my responsibilities in life, there will be times when I fail. There will be times of doubt and discouragement, times of sadness and sorrow, and times of complete and utter exhaustion. In those times Jesus remains, calling us to cast every burden upon Him, to let Him help us carry the load, and to remember that He loves us.

(And, no, I didn't drop Josh. I wanted a picture with my two grandsons and he was determined to get away. He had things to do!)

Hearing His Voice

And Jesus answered and said to her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. Luke 10:41

Ever heard God speak directly to you? I have. I used to claim Luke 10:41 as my own personal Bible verse, after all my name is Martha, and I have been known to worry and fret over many things; children, friends, family members, the messes in my house, school, paperwork, dr. appointments,... Of course I'm worried and troubled over many things, there are so many things to be worried and troubled about.
Yesterday Hannah and I cleaned out a cupboard full of books. Tucked away amidst the seeming hundreds of titles was this one. I scarcely recall acquiring it, I think it came from a women's Bible study I never attended, but I found the title, as well as the contents, quite timely considering my last two posts. (I actually started yesterday's well ahead of cleaning the cabinet, I just changed the time when I finished it up and posted.) I read the first few pages last night and found that although most of us women praise Mary and strive to be like her, we secretly want to defend Martha. I was relieved to find I'm not alone.
So, back to the original question. I think I actually heard His "voice" yesterday as He smiled and handed me this book. (I need to take the time now to sit at His feet and read it.) He's been speaking to me in other ways too, often it's in scripture verses repeated through various sources. And, there was the time last week when He tapped me on the shoulder, shook His head and said, "Don't do it." Sadly, I did it anyway and felt that disconnection that comes from being disobedient. I'm happy to say He didn't let me get away with it. It's over now and He has forgiven me once more. He even gave me a book to let me know He still loves me.

Serve City, Here I Come...

But Martha was distracted with much serving... Luke 10:40

So, how does one serve without becoming distracted? I have often felt for Martha in her dilemma. Someone had to do the work and since Mary wasn't doing it, at least not at that moment, the job was left to her. What was the "better part" that Jesus spoke of? And what about the serving? Was the problem really that Martha was serving? I doubt it. Was it because she complained, or that she failed to make time to sit at Jesus' feet that she was reprimanded? I suspect it was actually some of each and that deep inside Martha really enjoyed serving but had let the job become more important than her Saviour. Possibly she was so stressed out because she had not taken the time needed to sit at Jesus' feet and destress. And what about me, another Martha? Am I taking the time to sit at Jesus feet each day, or just stressing and becoming overwhelmed with the tasks calling for my attention? How do I fix the problem? Maybe part of the solution is prior preparation; planning ahead so the serving part isn't so stressful and there remains time to sit and enjoy the company of others. This is something I have been wrestling with for years. I'll let you know if I ever get a handle on it... Don't hold your breath, just pray.

The Welcome Mat

...and a certain woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. Luke 10:38

Am I willing? Would I welcome Him in? When given the opportunity, do I? Martha welcomed Jesus into her home. She wasn't perfect and she got flustered when it came to getting things right. She wished her family members would pitch in and help with the work load. She even complained, but she welcomed Him in. Obviously, the real Jesus is not about to walk into town looking for a hot meal and a place to rest His head, but when He sends friends and strangers along, what is my response? I'm learning... at least I hope I am. I often fail, but my desire is to welcome others into my home in Jesus' name and share with them His love. If I am willing, I'm sure He will provide plenty of opportunity to put it into practice. That is the scary part...

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Which Way Did They Go?

Children have been somewhat scarce around here lately. Not only has Troy been absent but Sara and Alysa have not been around more than a couple days each week. Some weeks Josh spends Thursday with his Grandma Jo and often Lucas visits me just one day instead of two.


I should be getting a lot accomplished these days, but I'm not quite sure just what to do. Today I did laundry, a hundren loads! Well, it felt like it anyway. Tomorrow, after prayer and Bible study, I will go shopping and there is a VBS meeting at church in the evening. Tomorrow will be a busy day and I will likely feel good when I fall into bed at night. Wednesday Lucas will return, I think, and it will be another busy day.
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Next week our blogger friend Tracy and her husband, Denis, are coming to town. I will soon be busy cleaning my house and doing my best to entertain my guests. We have plans to visit the Rheinblick and Sonnenburg Gardens in Canandaigua. I hope we have nice weather!

And a Graduation Too!

I was invited to attend a graduation ceremony this afternoon. There were seven graduates, dressed in red caps and gowns, with big smiles decorating their beautiful little faces. This graduate said one of the things he liked about nursery school was the puppets (he borrowed them often) and one thing he didn't like was when the girls wouldn't play with the boys. He gave both James and I big hugs and looked very proud to be sitting there with his friends ready to head off to kindergarten in the fall. The teachers both warned us that they might cry and I felt a little bit of that myself. They were saying goodbye to the children they had come to know and love, sending them on to bigger things, and I was too. I'm not really sad, just a little emotional. I've had a wonderful three years with Troy and I will miss him. It's hard to believe he's grown up so fast.

Sodus Point

In spite of the fact that the weather feels anything but summer-like, we took a ride down to Sodus Point last night and walked out on the pier. (It's actually colder today than it was last night.)Several people were out fishing, a few were playing on the beach, and others were just out walking like us. We didn't do anything special but it was nice time spent together and that is special in and of itself.

I don't typically see anything unusual at the pier but some little boys were looking over the edge so I stopped to see what they were looking at. I expected to see fish, and I did, but there was something else in the water too, a turtle! He was just a little guy, a baby, and he was out for a big swim.

Another Prayer Request

Please pray for my father in law who lives in Fairfield, California. He suffered a massive heart attack earlier this week and is in the hospital in an induced coma. His wife (not pictured here...) is at home ill with pneumonia. They also have a small daughter who needs attention. Imani is nine and is actually their great granddaughter and has been adopted by them. She and her grandpa are very close. Also keep my husband, his sisters, and my mother in law (she's in the photo) in your prayers. To complicate matters, the family is spread across the United States and Canada making it difficult to know how to respond.

Planter's Warts

The LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden, and there He put the man... to tend and keep it.

Genesis 2:8a & 15b

We're trying something new with our veggies this year. My dad found a book on "square-foot gardening" and I decided it sounded like a great idea. My dear husband, although he would have rather not, built me some very nice four foot square boxes. We mixed up the soil and have planted all but about 8 of the squares.

Since they are close to both house and hose, the boxes should be fairly easy for me to keep up with even on those days when I have little boys in my care. I will need to be aware when Josh is wandering the grounds, as he knows not a weed from a vegetable, but I think it is doable. Lucas can play on the back porch, well within sight and hearing distance, as I pull weeds or pick myself a salad.

I'm still thinking about planting corn and pumpkins down behind the barn. Maybe I'll throw in some beans and make it a Three Sisters Garden.

The Advocate

My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.

1 John 2:1-2

Not the Usual

This is not my usual kind of post. I'm not looking for a lot of feedback, rather sorting thoughts. This is where I do some of my deeper thinking and so it is posted here.

I have a very dear friend who is of a different religious persuasion than myself. We have opposing views on who Jesus is and therefore what He means to each one of us. Often, after one of our conversations, I can be found searching the scriptures. This is where I found myself this afternoon and so these verses are posted here on my blog, my "thinking spot". They are printed from her translation of the Bible as during these moments I often go back and forth between hers and mine. Of course, these particular verses back my belief and I am sure she has an answer to support her own. In any case, I love her very much and pray for her often. I hope she prays for me too because I believe a true friend always prays for those she loves. (And yes, she does visit my blog.)


“YOU are my witnesses,” is the utterance of Jehovah, “even my servant whom I have chosen, in order that YOU may know and have faith in me, and that YOU may understand that I am the same One. Before me there was no God formed, and after me there continued to be none. I—I am Jehovah, and besides me there is no savior.” Isaiah 43:10-11

For the undeserved kindness of God which brings salvation to all sorts of men has been manifested, 12 instructing us to repudiate ungodliness and worldly desires and to live with soundness of mind and righteousness and godly devotion amid this present system of things, 13 while we wait for the happy hope and glorious manifestation of the great God and of [the] Savior of us, Christ Jesus, 14 who gave himself for us that he might deliver us from every sort of lawlessness and cleanse for himself a people peculiarly his own, zealous for fine works. Titus 2:11-14

Memorial Day

Although I considered it last year, I did not visit any graves, plant any flags, or attend any parades this Memorial Day. I was up in town early this morning and the streets were quiet. No parade in Williamson today. Our parade is on the traditional Memorial Day, May 30. When we lived in town we could always run outside as soon as the parade started because we lived right near the American Legion.

I am grateful to all our soldiers and sailors. They have sacrificed much to protect and retain the freedoms we have enjoyed all our lives. In a day and age when those freedoms are slowly being stripped away, I am even more thankful. I am grateful for the legacy our forefathers endeavored to leave behind; scriptures etched in stone, carved into the walls of state and federal edifices. Our men and women fought not only for our right to live free, but to love, honor, and obey the God who "created all men equal".

Sunday Afternoon

Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable [are] His judgments and His ways past finding out!

Romans 11:33

Let the Picnics Begin!

It's time for picnincs and outdoor gatherings. This morning we worked out in the yard and then headed over to Casey Park for a picnic with some of our friends from church. It was the perfect day to play outside, the perfect day for a walk in the woods along the water, and the perfect day to get a sunburn. (That's what Hannah did.)

Casey Park is somewhat unique. The water there is not a creek or river and not really a pond either. It is and empty ore bed, years ago mined for iron. This particular ore bed is about 2 miles long. People swim here on the eastern end and often rent canoes to paddle the distance to the other end and back. It is also stocked with fish. Not far from home and yet we seldom go there.

Feeling Jaded

I did it! I finally potted all those little jade cuttings. I fully expect them to grow and prosper in their new homes so long as I do not kill them with kindness by watering them too much before they are ready. What will I do with all the precious babies? Well, I'm not quite sure but I am hoping to find them permanent homes before winter sets in again. For now they are camped out on my back steps hoping that no big gusts of wind come along to toss them into the flower garden, that no little boys decide they look interesting to play with, and that no cats or puppy dogs send them tumbling down the steps.

If you are praying for Paige, she can use lots of prayer this week as she started her second round of chemo this past Monday. My allergies are hardly worth calling a bother compared to what this beautiful young lady is facing. One of her biggest wishes right now is to be able to attend graduation in June. She has worked hard and put a lot of effort into doing well in school and one day hopes to persue a medical career like her mother. It will be a shame if she is stuck in the hospital while her class graduates. Please keep praying for Michelle and the rest of the family too as they are in this journey together.

It feels like summer has arrived in a whirlwind. There was the threat of frost Monday morning and now the temperatures are in the eighties. I still hope to get a vegetable garden planted but was thinking this afternoon that I am probably more of a "container gardener". I just need some big pots of dirt right up here close to my patio. I've still got a little bit of time, we'll see what happens.

The Grandmother

Once upon a time this little old woman lived at my mother's house. There was once a little old man who made his living as a wood cutter, but he passed on many years ago leaving the little Grandmother a widow. I have never met their children nor do I know if there are any. If they exist, they moved on long before I was aware. Now the little Grandmother lives at my house tucked up on a shelf with several other knickknacks like a tiny clay angel, a miniature antique car, and a small stuffed bear. I have no idea where the little woman originated, only that she spent my entire childhood with us. I hope she likes it at our house.

As the Cottonwood Flies

I love warm weather, I love sunshine, and I love being outdoors, however being outside when the cottonwood flies leaves me feeling sneezy, spacey, and sleepy. Such will be my lot for the next few weeks. The aches and sneezing will gradually subside and I will actually enjoy working in my gardens. Maybe by then the task won't appear so tremendously daunting.

My dear son, Dave, has delivered some new plants for my gardens; a pair of peonies and two white bleeding hearts. A few weeks ago I mentioned how every year when my peonies came up at our old house, one of my children would come along with a stick and slash them down. The poor plants eventually gave up and died. I never knew exactly who it was until a smiling young man brought his mom some new ones yesterday morning. And the bleeding hearts? Well, who doesn't love this beautiful spring flower? The white ones are especially pretty! Now if only I could find myself a full time gardener who won't run off and get married on me...

Diggin' In the Dirt

I will fall into bed exhausted tonight. It has been a full day. The back porch has been swept and set up for summer. It's time to break out the iced tea!

I went to Ladies' Prayer at church this morning. It is one thing I very much look forward to each week; a time to give God honor for Who He is, to thank Him for His blessings, and to bring our prayers and supplications before Him. There is so much to pray about... I know I can pray at home too, but there is something about doing it as a group that really blesses me and there is power in agreeing together. Yes, Tuesday is quickly becoming one of my favorite days.

I did not stay for Bible study this morning. I had a visitor waiting for me when I arrived home. Jim was here setting up his computer so he can work while he is home, and I knew Dave would be coming around lunchtime. I called Bethany to let her know, and Josiah came too. I had a full house even without James, Nate and Hannah! We enjoyed salad and sandwiches together.

When we finished eating, the dishes were abandoned in the sink and on the counter while Bethany and I pulled weeds and trimmed bushes. I had planned to pot jade plants but at Bethany's suggestion we decided to dig all the plants out of a small garden section, stir up the dirt, and return the desired plants once the garden was freshened up. After a long winter inside the house, gardening can be tough work! Josh was more than eager to help, of course.

Coming Home

Today is a good day. This afternoon I went over to my parent's house to see my mom and to clean the upstairs bedroom. My oldest son arrived home from Minnesota this evening. He stays in the attic bedroom at Grandma's house when he is in town. Before he moved to Minneapolis it was his home. I can't wait to see his smiling face and give him a great big hug! (That's what moms do and grown up boys never mind. They like hugs from Mom.)

My own mother is growing old. Although it is difficult to watch and hard to admit, it is still true. I watched her struggle to catch her breath in church last night as we sat and talked after the evening service. She has been on oxygen for the past eight years and her condition is progressive, but she is okay. She knows that Jesus loves her and heaven is waiting. I hope she stays with us for years to come, but I know there is a reality to life that we often don't want to face. I pray that I will be able to cherish the time we have left.

Rain On Our Parade

Yesterday was the Williamson Apple Blossom Festival Parade. Yesterday's forcast called for rain, and rain it did. The road started out dry but that didn't last long. I've never seen so many umbrellas! Thankfully, the rain was not cold as the day started out nice and warm, although each subsquent downpour was slightly colder than the previous one.

Dark clouds didn't stop this parade. Colorguards twirled their flags in the rain, marching bands played their music. Pretty girls from this year and many previous festivals either braved the rain or covered up the best they could. (The theme was "Thanks for the Memories.") Some were under umbrellas, some waved from the shelter of an automobile, and others smiled in spite of the soaking rain. Candy flew in all diections and soggy children scrambled to grab it up.

My friend Shelly set up her photography booth in the shelter of an empty building and watched the parade without fear of a soaking. See me and my camera in the window's reflection? Too bad my camera batteries died before the parade was over.

After the parade Hannah and I went home for a few hours. My sinus were not happy and I needed to close my eyes for a bit. By the time evening arrived it was downright chilly. We returned to town to find Ben and his friend, Clay, who had ridden bikes up earlier in the day. I stayed in the van while the kids watched the fireworks display. It was both warm and dry.

The Passing of Time

For a thousand years in Your sight are like yesterday when it is past, And like a watch in the night.

Psalm 90:4

My days of watching Troy are completed. I'm not sure where the past 2 1/2 years have gone, but the job is now done. Years ago I had other little people in my house. These four spent their days playing together over twenty years ago when we first moved to Williamson. In fact, Charlie and Bethany fed Lincoln Log roof slats into the cool air returns together. (We got them back when had the furnace ducts cleaned...) It seems there have always been small people in my house. It will seem strange to have no Troy just as it seemed strange when the others no longer arrived each morning. They all left behind fond memories and funny stories.

This morning Hannah and I took Troy and headed back up town to the laundromat. (I told you moving the appliances is no easy job.) I thought it wise to wash the clothes before the Apple Blossom Festival took over the town parking lot and we finished just in time. When we left the lot was closed to traffic. While the clothes washed we took a walk and found a tramploine in my friend Shelly's backyard. They said it was okay for Troy to bounce on. While the clothes tumbled in the dryer for a few minutes, we bought some drinks and an order of fries at the Candy Kitchen. Troy thought that was a good idea. This afternoon I am fighting off a sinus headache. I have a pretty good idea it is allergies and that gave me good reason to buy a big jar of locally made honey on my way home. I'm about to have a nice hot cup of tea.

"That's Not How Mommy Does It"

Being a Grandma is a whole lot different than being a mom. The little people God sends along "belong" to us, but not really. It is not Grandma's job to decide when Baby will start eating solids, when he will be potty trained or whether he will attend preschool. Sometimes we do things different than Mommy or Daddy. It's not because we are trying to spite them or prove our way is better, it's just because we are different people. Grandma hasn't neglected Baby because she changed his diaper less than Mommy or let him cry himself to sleep. She knows that diapers are expensive and when her own children were small, she changed diapers only when they really needed to be changed. And crying never hurt Baby, it taught him to settle himself when other tasks were calling, at least in Grandma's days as Mommy.
Grandma doesn't mind if Mommy wants to put Baby on the potty several times throughout the day, she just isn't ready to do that herself. She just found potty training less of a struggle when she waited and prefers to fight other battles right now. Grandma walks a fine line never knowing when her advice or opinion are needed, wanted, or appreciated. She's doing the best she can to do things like Mommy would, but sometimes its hard to know just what that is.

A Different Day

Yesterday brought perfect weather. Hannah had a morning appointment in Rochester right up near the Lilac Festival. It would have been a wonderful day to roam amidst the lilacs but, not wanting to fight the crowds and cars, we drove on past taking a few photos as we went.

I decided to drive up by the reservoir on Cobb's Hill and though we did get out to look at the water, we didn't walk more than a few feet from the van. Lucas was sleeping in his carseat and we needed to be back in town by noon to get Troy.

Maybe one day we'll find some friends, pack a picnic lunch and go back to the city with a list of places to visit and photograph. There are so many places we can go to look at scenery, hike, or picnic and they don't cost a thing except the time and gasoline to get there.

Finishing the Task

On Monday morning I was informed that this will be my final week with Troy. Classes at the community college are finished on Friday and Bryan will be off for the summer. This fall Troy will start kindergarten and so my job will be done in just a couple of days. I can hardly believe I have finished the task.

Troy was just two when he first came, still in diapers and barely talking. We cuddled him, comforted him, played with him and read him stories. In fact for three years he has scarcely gone down for a nap without first reading a book. He's done a lot of growing and is very much looking forward to riding the school bus with his big brother come September.

I knew this day was fast approching and I am not feeling sad over it, at least not yet. What I am wondering is "what comes next?" I still have Josh and Lucas periodically, and although I am slightly hesitant, I'm thinking about possibly adding some more little people to my schedule. If you think of it, keep me in your prayers.

Sleeping in the Sunshine

Today was not a day of big accomplishments. I did not sleep well last night and after inhaling a bit of dust while cleaning my bedroom, I felt rather sleepy. Actually I felt completely sleepy; crabby sleepy. I did not want anyone else to become the object of my sleeplessness and I did not want to cry either. Crying gives me a headache. I decided taking a nap was imperative.

Love Through the Generations

Mother's Day really does grow more special through the years. Once upon a time I was the child fashioning a Mother's Day craft for the Mom who gave her life to take care of my brothers, and sisters, and me. I have memories of being a very small girl, seated next to her on the couch, while she put shoes and socks on my little feet. I sat on her lap in the rocking chair while she sang "Jesus Loves Me' and let me drink the last few sips of sugar-sweet coffee from the bottom of her cup. I knelt beside her next to my bed when we said our prayers each night...

One day I had a small child of my own followed by several more, but her mothering didn't stop there. Mom was there to answer questions and give advice, never more than a phone call away. She sat on the living room floor and played cars and blocks with my little boys and girls, hosted family picnics in her backyard, and lavished love on each and every grandchild who arrived. Between my sisters, older brother and I there are thirteen.

Now the generations are expanding once more bringing with them new little lives and faces. Now I am the grandmother blessed by the appearance of little ones. I can only imagine Mom must feel doubly blessed as she snuggles one of these tiny children and looks into their eyes.

I am learning that the blessing of Mother's Day doesn't come in cards and gifts, but in the gathering of family. In this I am blessed beyond measure.

Mom's Day Expectations

I have come to the conclusion that special holidays often set us up for disappointment. Mother's Day is a wonderful holiday, set aside to honor moms and let them know how much we love and appreciate them. Unfortunately, many moms look forward to something that never happens and our children (and husbands) never know exactly why we feel let down. We try not to feel expectant, we fight off disappointment, and we often end up feeling let down anyway. It's those darn expectations.

As a daughter I feel as though I have let my own mother down on this special day. This year I failed to even get a card together. I wanted to write her a special poem or story, but somehow, it didn't happen. We did gather the family and had a nice lunch together at Rachel's house, but I had no gift to give the mom who has lavished so much love upon me through the years. Was Mom disappointed? It's hard to tell, and she probably wouldn't admit it anyway, but I think she was. I was disappointed too as I really wanted very much to do something nice for her.

Will I ever learn to take care of these things ahead of time? Is there a way to simplify and actually do it better? Maybe next year we will just eat lunch at home, gather at Mom's house for some dessert, and take her a nice pot of spring flowers and a giant Mother's Day card.

Kickin' Up

The day started out bright and sunny but once I rolled out of bed (I won't tell you what time it was...) the clouds started to roll in. It didn't actually start to rain until well into the afternoon and I had a chance to see a bit of sunshine. I even weeded a small portion of my flower garden and took a walk around back to pull some unwanteds from my veggie patch too. The flower garden is an overwhelming job but the vegetable garden is a definite possibility.

While Hannah and I were pulling weeds and burning off old dry leaves, the wind kicked up and the temperatures started to fall. It's been a windy afternoon and evening. Such is life in this little part of the country and this is why we don't put in fragile vegetable plants until well into May. The tomatoes and peppers will be ready to set in a week or two. That will give me time to clean out those weed infested garden boxes.

Fighting the Good Fight

Please continue to keep our friends Mike and Michelle in your prayers as their daughter, Paige, fights her battle with leukemia. In the midst of the battle soldiers grow weary and such is the case with this precious family. In spite of the trials, there are answers to prayer, one being that both Paige's brother and sister are perfect donor matches for a bone marrow transplant. She needs to go into remission in order for this procedure to take place and her body is not currently producing the blood counts needed for that. Fevers and rashes also plague her. Please pray for strength for her parents as Mike continues to work and Michelle spends her days and most nights at the hospital and healing, of course, for Paige. The battle has just begun.
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