Thursday, November 26, 2015

My Turkey is in the oven, but....

Grandma's pot is in the fridge with gunk in it!
When will they learn to never let Thanksgiving come, with Ruth's pot in the fridge? My fit this morning will help them learn, maybe. I am not superstitious, but they will be from the whelps they get when I pull out the whip to help them all remember, next time...

I have fits and starts at Thanksgiving. I am never myself cooking and making up lists for the shoppers to shop. We are grateful for all of God's mercies. We are very blessed with good health and wondrous prospects for all that we do. Nearly all of us are grown, except me, maybe. Ezra won the spelling bee at school, 7th grade. Ethan is struggling in his IB program and nearly never has time to practice for the concert which is nearly always today or tomorrow, we may never know, with him. He wants to try his hand at other instruments. Will these Walkers ever put their pens and art supplies down and look me in my face? It doesn't look like it. They are all chips off the old block and I love them to pieces. But if they don't get Grandma's pot out of that fridge, I am going to beat every one of them, today! Love MOM

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Baby Brothers are a Gift!

I remember the faces of the baffled people when our prayers were answered. We had a boy. The school jumped off the ground. Karla was elated. Sr. Lucy was amazed. We were all so grateful for the tide of change that came to our family at the blessing of a boy. All children are a gift from God, but when one has persevered so in childbirth as my mom did, to try to find a boy baby in the seeming sea of girls, it is remarkable. I am still grateful and in awe at the both of them having blessed our lives. Thanks mom, for my brothers! Happy Birthday Ton!

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

A Cloudless sky directed us 5 hours to my baby.

Speak O Lord and renew our minds Help us grasp the heights of Your plans for us. Truths unchanged from the dawn of time that will echo down through eternity and by grace we’ll stand on Your promises and by faith we’ll walk as you walk with us Speak O Lord till Your church is built as you fill the earth with Your glory.
She's home, I rejoice. This new hymn that I found at a delightful church we visit is my meditation this week. I thought about jumping to reach a cloud, when I thought about grasping the heights of His plans for us. What a delightful thought. He is higher than the clouds, the sky told me. All the way to Evie. She's home now. Imagine that. 10 hours seemed a moment for the joys of seeing my baby home.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

I resist the temptation of barking out orders on the week before Thanksgiving.

Evie is coming home and I am ready to take the house apart and put it back together to welcome her. The cows reminded me that mother comfort is never outlived. I thank them for their daily support for my infirmity. Nobody understands except the cows and the goats that are in our neighborhood. I never know if it is the birds that share it with them or, if they simply have that kind of personal sense of people. I am a mother and they are mothers and we look at each other with kindred eyes.

A midnight powwow with the new working woman in the house rendered much fuel for prayer. All is never as bleak to youthful eyes. Stratagem for redirecting the lostness of masses surrounding us. I feel like we are "Feely and Keely" fighting the battle of spirits of people. We can take this mountain, with God's help. we are silly in our faith, but God can be trusted just that much. He will redeem and redirect, as He sees fit. Mistakes in the work that we do, will happen;but God bless the people around us and the youth that we are being an example to, in this labor.

The warm weather doesn't feel festive and we must look at the beauty around us for the Thanksgiving Spirit. We are always grateful, but the cool weather we lean on to take our eyes to Christmas. Tests and grumpiness just make us miss the dear Evvie who is coming home on Monday. {did I say that already?} There are no clouds to decipher, so I can't gawk at that, I must get to the megacleaning!!! Se-la Vie...

Friday, November 20, 2015

This our hymn of Grateful Praise!!!

For the Beauty of the Sky!!!
{a link to my devotional blog}
Yesterday there was a wondrous sight in our NC Sky. We have a lot of sky, here. There was a huge and ominous looking storm cloud that took over the entire sky and you could see its layers and 50 shades of gray, at least, were preying over us as we travelled.

I was glad the clouds were not a flying dinosaur as they appeared to be. I call it a Tolkien sky. There was a flying creature in The Hobbit that was the closest kin to that dark cloud we had in our sky. And there was no rain coming from it. It just hovered over us, with the sun behind it.

When we passed the reservoir, I wanted to take a picture of the pinkness that we could see, amongst the lines and swirls of grays, but we had no device with us.{How untechy of us?} Coming back, the creature disintegrated into straight lines of elvish letters, which were undistinguishable to us, even with a seasoned etruscologist on board. There were 10 or 12 clearly scripted and defined letters on a straight line, but I didn't have my dictionary to decipher. I just drank it in. I said that Tolkien and Lewis were on cloud duty!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Praise the Lord, All Ye Peoples!

I find it amazing that the Old Testament Saints could see that God was going to weave Gentiles into His Salvation Plan, somehow! Thank God for Jesus!
Isaiah 11:11 And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall set his hand again the second time to recover the remnant of his people, which shall be left, from Assyria, and from Egypt, and from Pathros, and from Cush, and from Elam, and from Shinar, and from Hamath, and from the islands of the sea.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

I wish you and your twin cousin a trip to the Netherlands sometime! Do Fly!

Dan Fogelberg takes me there on days like today! Momma said there'd be days like this! :)

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

It's a Lovely Eleven Morning!

It is one month till my birthday. Fifty four is staring me down to take over. I am fighting aging, as much as time allows. I sleep, nearly all the moments that I am not cleaning or working. Aerobics is my exercise of choice and my check up was okay. I will try to slim down a bit, I think. I will see the nutritionist to get some tips about that. Fifty Three was a good year, totally recuperated from the elbow fracture, I am lifting and moving better than last year. But I am trying to jump higher. I used to be able to reach the ceiling here, when we moved here. I've gotten some lead in my boots, lately. My holy dance is a little slower. Still dancing for Jesus, though! He is worthy of all the praise and thank God, I have a large kitchen to dance in. My "Pray-do's" are growing and my children are going. Loving Ben is on my "to do" list. I will get my list accomplished, one day. I promise!:)
Thus, the Count down!

Monday, November 9, 2015

29 Years ago today my eldest child introduced herself to me...

God is great that we are still rejoicing in the wonder of that beautiful relationship. She is a tremendous nanny and helper with us at home and in other people's homes. She led prayer meeting at church, last Friday and what wonderful sense of completion to see the Lord's blessing on our home, with her. Happy Birthday, Sweet Woman! Love Mommy

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.