Tuesday, August 23, 2016

A Moment In Time...

"For every moment recorded in history, there is a moment just before that moment. It's there we have a final chance to make an impact. Remember this today as you begin to speak words that will become someone else's history. Moments are extremely powerful...words and actions happened the moment before the moments we most remember.... BETH MOORE ( my favorite Bible teacher)

The Summer Olympics 2016 just ended in Rio. With all the glory and gold and medals won, there is a tarnished memory from the games: The incident concerning Ryan Lochte, the swimmer.  I don't know the young man nor his friends, but I do know that "a moment in time" now has changed his life drastically and in front of the whole world.

It is a lesson for all of us. These young men all had "a moment in time", before the moment they decided to act foolishly. What if, if "in that moment" before the moment they made the poor choices, they thought it through and decided to make wise choices, the outcome would be completely different today.

I am not condemning this young man nor his friends, but they have given us all an object lesson for our lives.

In a single instance, a foolish choice can alter the direction of our lives. I remember reading a news article about a young man that was being punished by the court for a crime and the young man's father quoted, "my son should not have to pay for the rest of his life for something he did for 15 minutes of his life".

Yes, father of the young man.... there are consequences to the choices we all make. Whether it was 15 minutes of our lives or 15 hours. 

I am reminded of the phrase, there go I, but by the grace of God. In those moments before we make a foolish decision or lash out hurtful words, may we pause and think it through and choose wisely.

Our lives are full of moments...

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Sometimes there are no words.....

Dear Ones,

This last week has brought some tremendous pain and sorrow to some very dear people that I know in Oregon. Two women, who were my friends there, lost daughters ages 24 and 27 in separate tragic accidents on the same day, July 31st, 2016.

Life came to a standstill,  and will never be the same for them again. My heart has had a hard time trying to comprehend the sorrow and devastating accidents that occurred. I have been trying all week to wrap my heart around it all, and there are no words.

No words...... I remember when my mother was killed in a car accident in 1992. So many people cared and reached out. One thing I remember most though,  and I often repeated to my hubby, is that no matter what anyone said or did, they could not give me what I wanted .... they could not bring my mom back to me.  There were no words. There are no words.

But the presence of ones who love you and reach out to you, you do remember.  And the ones who prayed and brought you before the throne room of grace are your angels.

Tonight I remember Sydney Craft and Melissa Gibson for their beautiful smiles and beautiful hearts. My mother's heart can hardly bear the sorrow for their mother's hearts.

Love today, forgive today, enjoy today.... we are never guarenteed tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

What Sarah Palin Taught Me Today

Today I found myself in a setting with Sarah Palin. In fact, she was sitting right behind me as we were attending the same event.

She took the opportunity to stand up and share from her heart, something non political, something very dear about a very precious person who had been in her life.

As she was speaking and then sat down, I was overwhelmed with a conclusion that my heart deeply grasped.

It doesn't matter what side of the political banter you find yourself on. It doesn't matter if you agree or disagree with her. It doesn't matter what you think of her or her family.  What matters is: She knows who she is, what the Lord has called her to, and speaks from that assurance.  Oh, I am sure she is quite human like the rest of us and has her share of tears, and yet, she is confident in what she believes is right and walks it out in whatever setting she finds herself in.  She is not hindered by people's opinion. Those opinions do not control her.  She speaks freely and unashamed.

What a valuable lesson she taught me today. I want to live like that.

Monday, August 3, 2015

I Got The Best....

The year was 1966. I was just a 12 year old young adolescent entering 7th grade. Oh how exciting to be in Jr. High.

The first day of school we were assigned our homeroom teachers. I was given the gift of Mr. Schroer. Here are some memories I have from his homeroom class.

Current Events: We each had to take a turn getting in front of the class each quarter and give the latest news. There was no internet. No TV in Homer yet, and so we would go down to the only drug store in town, Homer Rexall, and buy the daily newspaper that was flown in from Anchorage. We wrote our news articles usually on 3x5 cards and stood in front of the class with our knees a knocking. 

Map Tests: We each had to know the names of the 50 states and their capitals, and each country of the world and their capitals.  The tests were given each quarter. If you got 100% the first quarter you didn't have to take the test again till the end of the year.

When he would give a test, sometimes the last question would be, how old do you think I am?  I remember once that my answer was 68 :(  I think he was 39.

Little Britches:  Every Friday Mr. Schroer would read to us. The book I remember the most is "Little Britches". We sat quietly in our wooden desks and listened as he read to us. My most vivid memory is when the young boy's father dies in the book. Mr. Schroer choked up and I know many of us had tears in our eyes too.

You see, Mr. Schroer made a lasting impression upon this young girl. He was strict. The strictess teacher in the school and you didn't play around in his classroom. He demanded respect and we gave it. He gave me such a love for history, because he loved history. We learned so much in his class.

Today I had the honor and priviledge to attend the ceremony that inducted him into the High School Hall of fame for his outstanding leadership as a coach and his contribution to Homer High. As I sat in the audience a flood of memories washed over me, as I again was that young adolesent so eager to be in Jr. High and so thankful that I was assigned to Mr. Schroer's homeroom. I got the best!

Friday, July 10, 2015

Trusting In His Grace

Three of my grandchildren are tucked quietly downstairs in our nice comfy queen size bed. Laundry is going and I have a few minutes to write what has been so deeply on my heart today.

As each passing year goes by, the pain and effects of divorce they experienced are still raw in this grandmother's heart.  They are such wonderful, well behaved, precious ones and yet I know they will have a lot to process in the years ahead. They will be strong I know, because they have a mother who is loving, strong and wonderful, and cries out to Jesus herself.

I am thinking back to my own childhood and the trauma that the divorce of my parents left on me. I walked through two divorces with my parents.  It is deeply felt and through the years I have had to forgive, and find the Lord's grace to walk me through the pain and complications of it all.

Divorce is ugly. Divorce is painful. Divorce is wounding.  It seems like in today's world, it is easy to throw away a marriage and find someone better or new or prettier or thinner or younger.....  I am in no way judging anyone. I am stating a fact. Divorce sucks no matter what the reason.  The ramifications of that choice bring ripple waves of damaging effects to all lives involved, like the aftermath of a tornado.

I know as my grandchildren grow and understand life more, that they will find the Lord's grace, just as I have, to forgive, and find healing for their hearts and souls. But I still weep for them.  I don't want my grandchildren to hurt.  I want to protect them. Yet, I recognize it is when we are hurting that we cry out to the Lord and He meets us as only He can. I know the Lord will be faithful to each of them, as He has been to me.

So I will rest in that as I lay my head on my pillow tonight full of prayers on their behalf.

Oh how I love them.....

Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Choice Is Always Ours.....

I knew she saw me. And as I glanced her way and I caught her eye, her whole body language shouted out that she would prefer not to talk to me.

I had a choice to make in that moment. I could just go about what I was busy doing, or I could go over to her table and acknowledge her and be kind.   I choose the later. It was awkward but it was right. I knew it was what the Lord was asking of me.

I didn't even know until a few weeks ago that she had been offended by someone I love dearly. Even though the offense was a misunderstanding and not at all what she thought was portrayed.  She choose to still believe a lie and choose to live with an offense that wasn't there.

Years ago, a special older lady from Oregon, taught me a very valuable lesson. I was visiting her in her home and she shared that she had some people over the night before and one of the people visiting made a negative comment about her home. She told me, at the moment she choose not to be offended and let it go.

I've never forgotten those wise words from a very wise woman.

I know in my journey of life, that I too, have many times chosen to take up an offense. Sometimes the offense is real. Sometimes it was never meant to be an offense and was a misunderstanding, and I choose to take it up and simmer.  Either way, the Lord wants to bring healing to relationships. The choice is mine. The choice is yours.

We are all in process. We wound, we hurt and we offend in this journey of life.

In those offenses that need attention and confronting, yes, Scripture teaches us to go to one another.  To seek forgiveness and to forgive. In those misunderstandings that were never intended to be offenses, talk them out and go on too. Life is too short to hold on to things that were never meant to be negative.

We always have the choice on how we will respond.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

There Is No Place Like Home.....


My hubby and I have had such a full and busy summer. Working long hours at each of our jobs. We set aside 10 days here in August for us to be together and get away and just rest and be. We were immensely looking forward to our time away from all our responsibilities and celebrating my 60th birthday as well as our 38th wedding anniversary.

Our adorable identical twin granddaughters turned one in the middle of our days off. So we headed to Portland hoping to find a hotel to stay there for a day or two and rest with a nice room and an outdoor pool. So, for not planning very well ahead, and not making any reservations,  little did we know that the Timbers soccer team would be hosting some large event with thousands of guests so there were no empty rooms in all of Portland or Vancouver :{ 

So we called up our son and said we are coming early :}  breaking our own rule of only staying 2 days with our kids, so we don't wear out our welcome. We felt like two little orphans with no where to go....:}   Mike and Laci were so gracious to us.

We had the opportunity to spend some time with our precious little girls while Mike and Laci both worked. They bring us so much joy and brightness to our lives. So precious. They are a lot of work too! I am definitely a firm believer in having your children while you are young and have the energy to keep up with them!  But we wouldn't trade the time with them and the memories in our hearts for anything.

We still had 5 days left to our vacation,  and a dear friend from work had offered us 3 days free of her parent's timeshare in Las Vegas. Wow, how wonderful. A free room and outside pool for 3 days. We took her up on it....

Needless to say, we are sitting in the Bellagio Hotel at their famous dinner buffet on my birthday and I started crying and said to my hubby "I just want to go home". Vegas was neither relaxing nor enjoyable for either of us. I wanted to click my red ruby slippers and find myself again in the comfort and security of my own home.

So we went back to our hotel room, looked up the flights for the next day and the flight to SEA had 124 OPEN seats :}  and we made our flight to ANC as being one of the last few people to get on. We snuck back into Anchorage early and enjoyed our last 3 days of vacation at home, sleeping and enjoying the quiet and just being. The only ones who knew we were here were our dear friends who had the key to our home and were keeping an eye on it for us. 

Turning 60 has been a pretty emotional issue for me. The age sounds old, and yet, I feel so young :} I was talking to someone on our trip about a mutual person we both know and wondering how old they were now. I said, "she was old when I was in high school".  We both started laughing. Old is all in the perspective. I am sure she was only in her 40's when I thought she was quite old.

Just reminded again on the brevity of life and to make our lives count. I want to cherish each day, give what I can, and follow the Lord Jesus with all my heart. Days are passing quickly and I want to live each day to the fullest...

So now we are both back into the reality of life again. The 10 days have gone by fast.  There are people to love, people that need us. People that need you.  May we remember that life is so fleeting and may we live it with purpose and intent.

Next vacation: be purposeful, reservations will be made, positive space seats will be reserved on the flights and no more than 2 days with family..... so at least I have good goals ahead :}

No matter where we go though, there still is no place like home.....