Sunday, July 26, 2015

What an amazing skyline of clouds that I woke to on the day that the rest of my children will be baptized!

All heaven rejoices over one Christian coming to faith. Walking in obedience in the ordinance of baptism is not ignored by the heavenly hosts, I see. I love to see what a beautiful interaction there is between our activities and their activities.

My eldest son and daughter surprised us and tried to hide from us their determination to walk into the waters of baptism. We've never forced the issue. Elyse blames us that we didn't let her get baptized at 7, when she asked the Pastors to be baptized. We believe in believer baptism and sometimes that is a scary walk for parents. They must initiate the process and sometimes we are not sure that they are old enough to understand. Now they are all old enough. For months, 11 year old Ezra would complain and say, during service to me, "I don't think that I will ever get baptized, at this rate." He cried and nagged us every opportunity. We will do it at the very next time they offer it. Several times passed and we couldn't combine them all, until today.

Today, The rest of the crew, Emily, Evelyn, Ethan and Ezra will be baptized in Lake Norman. The sky was aglow with huge decorations of animals here and there to mark to occasion. I saw an airplane shape above the huge animal heads. I will try to make a quilt to mark the beauty that I saw this morning. Now, if we can just all get there in one piece to walk in obedience.
God is good to allow us the delight of seeing our children express faith in Christ and love for His Church, as they do. Thank you Lord!

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Hey, Mom I was invited to speak at the youth service.

Enoch said matter of factly. I start praying. God, do you want me to be there or not? The hardest person to support is the one who is the most like you. I took my spot in the shadows to hear and see without too much exposure. Were you there, Mom? I was there, very much like Tony Sr. Who are you? I am Enoch's mom. I was there and delighted that God is making a new generation of Christian speakers, with Youthful vigor and wonder about God's Word. May God bless His Word, in this generation! In Jesus' Name, Amen.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Lightning storms here are a wonderful time to enjoy one another's company.

They come so unexpectantly, but are very welcome in the oppressive heat of NC in July. The first one was scary to a pair of tiny New York boys and so we sat on the porch and looked at the distant storm and thought what it is saying. I said listen the angels are saying, "isn't God good?" and the earth replies a hearty "Amen!" in the thunder. That was when they were 3 and 7.

Yesterday, they were oblivious. Eva and I took the opportunity to delight ourselves in the distant fireworks, after the storm of fearsomeness had passed. It was 4th of July again for the two of us old biddies. We gawked and oohed and awed as though it were the first time we had seen the angels' pull out the fireworks. God's sky is truly multidimensional and awesome, down here.

Sometimes we take pictures, but this time it was a moment for our memories, without photos. A private wonderment. Isn't God good?

Sunday, July 19, 2015

"Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns...

All music but its own!"
It is delightful to have a traveling daughter. We should have gone to the wedding with my adventurous daughter. It would have been a wonderful opportunity to see our dear ones in Grand Rapids. It has been too long since we've seen them. Providence didn't allow it, but we are in Grand Rapids in spirit for the wedding of the daughter of my dear friend Barb, who passed away of cancer, last year. all our best wishes are for a beautiful day and a great marriage for dear Diana, who is Elyse's bosom buddies. Seems that we were just nursing them in the nursery together and now they are enjoying sweet fellowship with one another and trying to be there for each other. I am grateful! Love is a many splendored thing, indeed.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Birthday Fun! 16 Candles, where did the time go?

Who remembers the time the big book shelf fell on my little 2 year old Ethan and he came out from under the rubble of the bookshelf and television, unscathed. How the angels protected that boy and just to let us know that they did; 5 years later he fell off a bunkbed and broke his upper arm in half completely. He said, my arm did a great job protecting my neck from getting broken. I said son, I didn't think of it that way. I sat waiting for Dr Fricht to tell me that the surgery went well and it did. I was sitting there when they pulled the metal spokes out and were sure that the bone had healed and my bones were shivering at the sound. He's such a tall fellow and strong arms have broken dozens of falls and we discussed the times that his skin was scraped and we all cried hard and he just looked at us like sissies. He said that skin will grow back. I'm alright, mom. Now the sixteen candles have him wanting big boy toys and big boy game developing. I like the boy who is coming into manhood. He's always the one to ask the hard questions in a family meeting, like..."what did that mean?" {something we all agreed together not to say to keep the meeting short}Not Ethan. Now that we are committed to understanding and not just agreeing, it is him that we have to thank for that in this season of life.
What a great kid!
Thank God for mercy and grace.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Clean, based on the amount of mud in the water?

I should probably throw this blanket in the garbage. But I didn't think it was too dirty to wash when I put it in the wash.

This might be a blanket that the boys had on their beds since kindergarten, based on the dirt in the washing machine. Upon routine picking up, I discovered an amount of dirt in the wash that baffled me beyond words...SHHHHHH---

it was Ethan's blanket
He must have had a Linus blanket and we never knew. Now, nearing his 16th birthday in a few days, he is cleaning house. This is our little secret like many other little laughs that we have had along the way.

I picked up a sentimentally familiar blanket off of the laundry room floor and threw it in the wash intending to share the wash with the other filthy items, linens that I was doing. I am so glad that I was preoccupied with the dishes to put the other things in. I have not figured out why I always wait for Wimbledon to get in a cleaning mood. It is oppressively hot down here and the theory of Spring Cleaning makes a lot of sense when the heat creeps in as it has. Several days of near 100 degree weather has us all scrambling for shade and A/C. Our upstairs A/C is on the fritz, as usual.

Well, now the blanket got clean after 2 washings. But, I declare, I have never seen that color bubbles in my bleachie wash before. I pray that the blanket is really clean and that this is a symbol of maturity in my near 16 year old's life.

Next step...Haircut?...No such luck!

Thursday, July 9, 2015

America, the Beautiful

North Carolina is a most beautiful and delightful part of America. I remember, as a child, reading and imagining different parts of the country through John Steinbeck's book Travels With Charlie. Even with that interesting tool, I never imagined what I have found in NC. It has everything, but mostly sky and purple mountains majesty. The cows and the goats that are raised in the nearby farms all the way down to the bees are very interactive. I just love it and 4th of July is always a moment to rejoice at the beauty and blessing that America has become. We did rejoice and are still rejoicing. Happy 4th.

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.