Monday, September 16, 2019

"Don't Give Up On Me"

                       

Our four year old grandson, Reedley, started soccer this year which is about the cutest thing in the world.  He had his first game right before we left on a long trip, in fact we  postpone our time to leave just so we could watch him play.

He is four  but about the size of a two year old, smallest on the team, on all the teams that played that day, but he has a big heart and lots of energy.  His 8 year brother plays and that has made Reedley want to play since he looks up to him. 

The sidelines were crowded with parents and lots of grandparents too, all shouting for their little child playing.  First time out, Reedley gets the ball and with his little short legs and left foot, ( he is a lefty) he focused so hard on kicking the ball in the net he did not realize he was heading for the wrong net.  Excitement is racing through his little body, he kicks and misses.  Then he starts crying because he did not make the goal.  For the rest of the first half of the game, he cried off and on trying hard to stay in the game but just so overcome by disappointment because he did not get a goal.  They had him sit out the second half for a few minutes, he ate a snack & got something to drink.  His older brother and two other friends came over to cheer him up and tell him not to give up.

 Almost every morning he comes into our living room and he and Grandpa watch music video's.  Reedley's favorite one is Andy Grammer singing with a youth choir.  He knows all the words to the song and if you have listened to it you'll  understand why he told me after the game, "He did not give up".

It is amazing what a little encouragement can do for a four year old heart.  Reedley jumped back into the game and even though he did not get a goal he played with all his heart and energy and did not cry anymore.  The coach gave him the "Most Valuable Player" award at the end of the game.  What a lesson to all the adults watching and the other kids that a few tears will come in life but one cannot give up just because we failed a time or two.

                                                        Reedley is number 3

It's really not hard to quit, and it takes no courage, in fact whatever courage you had to begin with despite the fears will be gone too.  So, don't quit, wipe the tears, get back out in the game. Courage will return. 

I love the Bible characters who did not give up and because of that we have a whole bible, from those who wrote it, translated, printed and put it out there for all to read down through the years.  Because of them we can learn who we are, who God is and what sin is and what Jesus did to deliver us from hell. 

"Character consists of what you do on the third and fourth tries.” ―James A. Michener

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Change






How many of you are sick of hearing about, climate change?  Are you worried about it? And what part do you play in stopping it or making it come faster?

As for me, well I leave that kind of thing to God,  the creator of climate.  I know He created this earth as the place to inhabit and I believe we are suppose to take care of it.  But He did tell us not to worship the creation.  I do my part by picking up trash, planting pretty flowers, obey the environmental rules for where we live.  But beyond that, as I said before, I leave the climate changes to God.  Honestly, I have never worried about it once.

Changes close to home is what can put me in a grip of worry and ruin my day.   You would think  moving 32 times now I would have the process mastered.  And some of it I do because I have no problem purging, in fact I hate clutter so to get rid of it is easy for me.  After living in two third world countries where there is not one Walmart or Costco I got use to downsizing and found I function better when I do.

Lets be honest about it, change is hard for everyone.  My husband says men do the move and women feel the move.  Those feelings we deal with when our nest has to be sorted through then packed up and moved, then set up again are real.  Not only does our body feel the physical hardship of the work but our emotions can be a wreak until we get our nest settled again.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Prison...

Prison are meant to keep those who are dangerous and have hurt others from hurting again.  Those who have stole from stealing again, those who have killed from killing again.  I know several who have been in prison, or who have a husband, wife, adult child, mother, or father in prison.  I have visited several  prisoners, written them letters, prayed for them.  I have read of those who have committed crimes that I think should never get out of prison.  I  thank God my children have never done anything to land them in prison.  I have never experienced that heartbreak and hope I never do.  

 Unforgiveness is a big prison I understand this prison, I have been in it before.  I have been a slave to someone who has hurt me deeply.  What they did would runs over and over in my mind.  So much so I would get frustrated easily because I could not think clearly.  It ate at my feeling till all that was left was hate and I wished I never had to see them again.    So I can tell you for sure without Christ love for me I would still be in that prison.

Someone said to me several weeks ago,  forgiving someone would be easier if they could just forget what they did.  I had to agree, which means,  we have to replace what they did with what Christ did for us. God did not ask us to forget, He ask us to forgive.  (copied from  Bill (cycleguy post). ).It has to become the focus of our life, the first thing we think about when we wake up and the last thing we think about before we sleep.  He has to become our life.  When He is our life all else becomes fainter, not forgotten but it becomes a scar not a wound.  We can touch the scar, show it to others, talk about it, praise the Lord for the scar.  As with all scars we can remember how we got it but it does not hurt anymore.  At that moment you are no longer a slave, no long in prison.  Free at last, free at last. 

“Whenever there’s an injury to a relationship, a hurt, a broken heart, or even a broken thing, and you are willing to forgive, you are saying, “I got this. I’m going to pick up the bill for this.” This is, of course, precisely what God has done for us.”
Brant Hansen,


Thursday, July 18, 2019

It is enough


My head was full of great plans to do nothing but work on my book.   I knew I would have tons of extra time as we house sit for three weeks for some friends who were  going on a mission trip.  My carry on bag was full of extra paper, pen, pencils, notes from all sort of places just waiting to be polished and written down.  Several pages of, 'helps" from different people who have written books .  Lots of helps transferred to my husband lap top which would be available all day for me.   

 Three whole weeks in Kentucky,  then we headed off to Minnesota where our daughter lives for a month long vacation.  I envisioned sitting in our little RV, drinking green tea, maybe a few home made cookies from my daughter and God flowing words and sentences I had never thought of through my finger tips.  

We are back in California and all the suitcases are unpacked except my carry on still full of all that material I took.  I dread opening it up and pulling out all those resources  and all those blank pieces of paper.

Yes, you read that right, blank, blank, blank.  I did not even take it  out of the carry on...not one piece.  Oh wait, I did take out my bible and a book I brought to read, my devotional and one pencil.

What causes this kind of relapse in  a person?  My intension were good, I prepared for writing, I had the place free of interruptions, well most of the time.  Trust me, I had plenty of time to write but did not add one word to the three chapters I have already written.

  Did I waste a lot of time?  Maybe some, but still there was plenty of time left.  So what was it???   Procrastination, laziness, illness, too much going on,  am I losing interest in writing my book?  I don't think so.  Actually, I really don't feel guilty about not working on my book and I think I can tell you why.  It was not at the top of my list of things to do.  I thought it was until we hug our daughter and family.  All thoughts of my book vanished.

Getting older does make one look through a different perspective on just about every thing.  I do not feel that rushed feeling anymore to keep the same pace I kept in past years.

At the top of my lists is enjoying time with our adult children because they enjoy being with us.  Also the grandchildren tug at my heart to get to know them better.  I feel as if my responsibility has shifted to what is more important for me and them.   In my younger years I would spend too much time on the phone talking to friends  or running yard sell or thrift store shopping.   Oh my children were always there with me but my attention was divided too much.

Fluid is the word I would use to describe how I was feeling during the past couple of months.  Being fluid can mean one who is likely or able to change, adaptable, adjustable, changeable; flexible.  There are a lot more adjectives to describe being fluid but you get my point.

Let me tell you what I did do with my time...hugged our family a lot, said I love you a lot, played games with grandchildren, watched movies with them, cooked for them, did the dishes with them, went shopping a lot with my daughter since I was helping her decorate her freshly painted walls. 

 Went out to eat a lot,  and enjoyed our  oldest grandson, Logan graduation party. Sung some good old southern gospel music three times at churches, met a lot of people they know.  Enjoyed getting to know our daughters in laws, lovely people.  Ave Jo, the youngest grand daughter's cat had kittens a few weeks before we got there so I spend lots of time loving on those kittens.  I''d sit in my RV and yell, Ava Jo, go get Grandma  a baby kitten.  

The oldest grand daughter will be a senior in college and got to spend some quality time with her.  Watched the smile on my husband face as he fix several things needing a man skills. Read the book I brought, heard a good message about my God, got to give counsel to a women who needed to know she was loved.

But...I did not add one word to my book.    I am not sure when I will unpack my carry on full of all the items I took to write from.

“Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.”

Victoria Erickson 

I know I am led by the pull of a steady tide, or better yet, led by the creator of the steady tide and it is enough. Wise Hearted 

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Reminders






This is my 2019 monthly planner that I bought because of the cover.  I love maps and globes because they remind me life is not all about me.  Everyday,  millions of people get up and breathe God created air just as I do.   Yet when they stop breathing air into their body many will not go to heaven.  I want to be reminded on a daily bases of this so I can be ready to give an answer for the hope that lives within me.  

Recently I did some updating in my living room. I put a big map over our fireplace, a couple globes, items that remind us of the needs of the world. The map has this quote on it,  "You will receive power  when the Holy Spirit has come upon you and you shall be My witnesses both in Jerusalem and in all of Judea and Samaria,  and even to the remotest part of the earth".  


Another thing I like to do occasionally to remind me of the lost in the uttermost parts of the world is to look at our pictures from our overseas mission days.  
The little girl is the pink name is, Betty Jo, after me.   

A trip into the village our daughter and family were in required a half hour ride in  a single engine plane. That is our oldest grand daughter beside her Grandpa, she was coming home for a break from boarding school.  Getting into the village is so much easier with an airstrip. The first time we went for a visit we flew into another village , got into canoes for a four hour river ride. And that is how we returned. So when the Yembi village built their own airstrip thanks to the generous people in different parts of the world we flew straight into the village.  It was amazing.  A four hour canoe trip might sound adventurous to you but once was enough for me.  I'll take a half hour single engine plane ride any time.  No alligators swimming in the sky. 


A visit in a village high in the mountains of Papua New Guinea.  These little kids loved showing me around. In this village we noticed the crosses on the grave were turned upside down.  In their belief after dying their spirit would be able to grab the upside down cross and come out of the grave.  These people have had the gospel presented in their own language and some translation of the Bible done. More is currently going on. 



 This was a surprise going away party from the men who worked on our base. They lived in the villages nearby.  They saved their money and bought us a store bought cake from town.  No ovens in their villages. It was a humbling time for us, lots of tears. 



Men and women in the Yembi village learning to read. 

Ace helping to build benches for a teaching house in a village. 



This is in the Yembi village where our daughter and family lived.  These gifts were made by hand by the folks sitting with us.  They told me to fill the basket  with food for Ace and hang it outside my house.





This last picture is the support base where we lived. From here we were able to supply food, fuel, mail, etc out to the remote villages where the missionaries lived.  On this base, we were able to provide housing for those coming out in need of a doctor, and a rest.  The Madang town was 20 miles from our base and from it we could catch a plane to a larger town or to Australia when it was serious.  Our helicopter  land right on our support center .  Surrounding us were villages where you can see the smoke from their cook fires.   We had our own generator for electricity.  The beauty of this place is being right on the ocean which has beautiful coral reefs and great fishing.  The most surprising thing for me was the sounds at night. As soon as the sun went down all the bugs, birds, reptiles, animals would start their own chatter which at times could be quite loud. It really did sound like jungle.