Archive for March 31, 2012

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The Color of Spring

This week I had the great privilege of meeting a fellow blogger. The whole cyber friend thing has confused me for some time. Mostly because I know some of you more than I know half of the people listed as “friends” on my Facebook. Lou, from Subdural Flow II, was in the area for vacation. She lives in the midwest. She wrote and asked if we could meet at the ARC and could I give her a tour. YES! Meeting her was like seeing an old friend. There was nothing unfamiliar about her. What a treat that was! Lou’s blog is about life, specifically, life as a parent of an...

This I Know

For years I planned and led youth programs. From scouts to high schoolers, bible study, church history, crafts, games, music, camps I was immersed in youth work. I attended the best youth conferences led by Youth Specialties. The opening session included some of the same information and ice breaker stuff year after year but always an opening a bit different too. Out of all the years I attended the only opening I remember is this: Before a crowd of at least 3,000, three middle-aged men walked to the stage and sang: “Jesus loves me, this I know. For the bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are...

Vision Check

We don’t have to change what we see. Only the way we see.” – Ann Voskamp The memory stays with me. It was third grade. Alexandria, Louisiana. My class was having the vision test. I failed. I cried. It was the first test I had failed. From that time on I’ve had to wear corrective lenses. Glasses in elementary school ask for the boys to call you names. And they did. Though not until sixth grade and by then I could out run many of them. Many of the men need corrective lenses and we’re often able to help them get glasses. Your world can become new when you see clearly. I liken the...

Wordless Wednesday – Yellow

 “Look at the lilies and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. 28 And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you.” Luke 12:27 NLT  ...

Potpourri

No, this isn’t a scratch and sniff blog post. Not that kind of potpourri. Rather, it’s a collection of things not linked. That kind of potpourri. First, the sweet fragrance. Today, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise (a nod to my granny), I’ll be meeting a blogger friend. She’s not on WordPress so I’m not sure how I found her blog but so very glad I did. She writes about her journey as a parent of an addict, who is now in recovery. I have learned from her and I believe it’s helped me in the work I do. She’s opened my heart to another perspective. Normally, I would...

Simple Prayer

The song, written by a friend years ago, its tune rolling around in my head. The words mixed up, remembering some and drawing a blank on others, much like mama’s word salad. I remember singing it, the small ensemble of voices at church. It’s title self-descriptive: Simple Prayer. “This is a simple prayer, from the depths of my heart, Lord teach me to be kind…….(humming) teach me to honest about the things I try to hide….and teach me to….??? and let your spirit be my guide…..(more humming)…Lord, teach me to be true.” (The humming where I can’t recall the words. Surely I’ve missed the best parts. Like many of my...

Salvation Army Family Tree

The Salvation Army is a small world as evidenced by how many people are related. It’s commonly said, be careful what you say as everyone is related. So true. I’ve had as many as 10 relatives as active Salvation Army officers at one time. Some people boast of being 5th generation Salvationist. Our children were 4th generation on my side. All of this means little more than it’s not unusual for some children to continue in the family business. I don’t mean to minimize their calling. It’s not unusual in many professions for offspring to follow in their parents footsteps. The same is true in Billy Graham’s family and many...

The Boss of Me

Our granddaughter has been with us this week for her spring break which didn’t coincide with her mommy’s spring break. Lucky for us! She reminds me how much I’ve forgotten. Forgotten how a little 4-year old can be the boss of me. She reminds me how I need to slow down and play. I’m not so good with pretend play but I pull out the glue, paint, sing Twist and Shout when she’s shaking something and can come up with silly voices to make her smile in that “are your crazy?” kind of grin she looks at me with. We’ve taken walks around the neighborhood, sometimes all of us and...

Sometimes I Listen

Putting another load of laundry in Anna’s words are still in my mind. She was updating me on her trip to Poland to see her 96-year old grandmother. “The hardest was loosing my brother. I told you about that, right?” she says. “No. No, just your other brother you’ve spoken of.” I answer. Her stories mingle together, the gloomy gray cast on her trip to Poland and the tragic loss of a loved brother four years ago. The pain she has only been able to face recently, without crumbling. She’s a talker, Anna is. She’s talked about her other brother and difficulties he’s had. She’s told me she and her...

My Favorite Child

Maybe it was before the time of recliners or maybe we couldn’t afford one but I remember daddy laying on the floor, prone position hugging a pillow as he watched t.v. The Smothers Brothers was one of his favorites and how daddy would laugh at their “Mom liked you best” routine. As grown-ups I remember saying something to my brother about being daddy’s favorite as I am his only girl but my brother thought he was dad’s favorite. To have both of your children thinking they’re your favorite – that’s the best! Some years ago I ran across an article by Erma Bombeck talking about her favorite child. Yes, she...