He Cares for me.....

I felt the desire to write this bright, brisk beautiful winter morning. It has been months since that feeling has prompted me to sit a spell and give way to some thoughts. September, the last blog, seems a long past memory, yet upon reading through my musings then, it dawns on me that things really don't change that much with the seasons. By that I mean, I've found something fascinating and wonderful about each one. Winter is upon us in full force, perhaps one of the harshest I can remember with it's bone chilling degree's. Just as with life itself, we prepare for each season differently and this particular winter was no exception. Bundling up to fight against the cold and brutality, we don our parka's, pull on our weatherproof boots and mittens, fasten the straps to our ridiculous looking caps and head out to face the elements. If prepared, we can face anything. I choose to be prepared. While my winter season is not yet upon me, I, along with my Lord and Savior will face it with determined enthusiasm! Oh boy! I didn't mean to get all philosophical! In fact, I'm enjoying this 'fall' season just fine and plan to do so for many years to come! Gotta say though, it's challenging, and can be somewhat tiring. Battling the bulge, disguising the gray hairs, tackling the bad knee with replacement, covering the age spots, confusing the person in the mirror with my mom, and the list goes on! For the serious minded, this can be devastating...for the not so serious minded, it has a comical side too it,...one must keep from fixating on these apparent appearances of the aging process or go totally beserk! Sometimes I laugh so hard I cry! No matter what lies ahead (and my hope is in heaven!) I know one thing for certain: Isaiah 46:4 "I will be your God through all your lifetime, yes, even when your hair is white with age. I made you and I will care for you. I will carry you along and be your Savior." I'm not old, I'm just a little worn around the edges! I still believe in love, I believe I can do all things through Christ, I believe I still have the capability to bless others, I believe there is blue sky above, even when my days are cloudy, I believe I still have purpose, I believe I am the apple of His eye and what could be more marvelous than that! "White hair is a crown of glory and is seen most among the godly"...Proverbs 16:31.....perhaps I shall forego the coloring this month!

Blessings...

Today is one of those Fall days that you want to wrap around your body and save for a cold winter's night when you feel as if you will never be warm again. The sky is blue, the breeze is just enough to cool my warm cheeks while I try to find a comfortable position on a deck chair. My eyes begin to close, my heartbeat relaxes, my mind begins to take a journey down some long forgotten paths. My college granddaughter just left...a brief hello, I love you visit, but a visit that tugged at my heart. What a blessing. And speaking of blessings.... There is no sound out here, even though my deck faces a wildlife preserve. No bird singing, no rustling of drying weeds, not even a plane going overhead...just pure silence. A time to listen to the whispers of God. A time to remember and embrace the blessings that He has so generously given, even when I was blindly unaware of them. That happens so often in life,..I moan and complain when things don't go my way, when I feel He is withholding something I think is so very, very important, yet my prayers seemingly go unanswered. How foolish of me! I drift back to some clouded memories, times when I questioned but somehow He took those problems and molded them into blessings that changed my life for good and not for the bad that could have come out of a selfish desire. My faith was so shallow then, yet He took my hand, walked with me even through some strong willed actions, loved and protected me while letting me choose some paths that He knew were not of His choosing. The beauty of free will, the blessing of God's protection as we grow in Him. Count your blessings, name them one by one, count your blessings see what God has done! How many times have I sung that old hymn and never really absorbed the words! Yes, life's 'billows' have tossed me some heavy burdens. Some days the shadows were so deep, the sorrow so heavy, yet He lifted me up, He made me to stand and amid those conflicts He brought about blessings. Blessings of love, family, friendship, hope, strength, and victory over discouragement. Yes, sometimes our fleshly desires must be denied by the One who loves us so much, that even though His blessings may be veiled to my eyes I know nonetheless, He blesses at just the right moment. I'm glad I took the time to rest in His arms on this warm, beautiful fall day. If I just take the time to be still and listen, He will whisper blessings, and He has.

PATHS.....

I took a walk this morning. Nothing earth shattering about that I guess, except this one took me on a different path, which got me to thinking about my life during this season of time. Fall is in the air. I love fall. It surprises me, it excites me, it hints of expectation. It begins to sneak in its colors as if not to offend the beauty of summer. Soon it will be unable to hold back and it will explode with breathtaking colors, shouting proudly, before softly drifting to the ground in lackluster tans, giving in to its former beauty and embracing the boldness of the season it just had but must now give way to winter. Does that not apply to me as well? I'm not sad,..I've had a wonderful 'fall' season. I held on to my youthfulness as strongly as those leaves clung to the branches, but now hopefully, gracefully giving way to another season. Those dried up leaves still have a purpose....they don't just curl up and die, they nurture the earth, they settle in and give hope for the newness of life as their dry pieces cuddle down beneath the soft earth enriching the soil for the new seedlings of spring. I pray my life has brought that kind of enrichment to others. I've walked many different paths in my life....childhood, young adult, wife, mother, friend, confidant, believer. All had called me in different directions, not unlike the forks in the paths I walk on each morning. I made some good choices, some not so good, some difficult ones and some I just choose to forget, but with each choice I grew. I grew because of the nurturing I received from others, their wisdom and love teaching me lessons they had themselves accumulated from their forebears and their experiences. They nurtured me, I hope I have nurtured even a few. I pray my life has a bit more ahead of it, but for now I am content to know that each path has a purpose, each season has reason and, as a believer, if I embrace His Word, if I walk in His ways...and if I acknowledge Him, He will and has directed my paths. Proverbs 3:6

I Wonder Why....

I'm a widow. I loved my husband and grieved what seemed like forever at my loss, but I was not the only one with a broken heart. Watching the pain in the eyes of my children and grandchildren, stirred such sorrow deep within, that at times I felt I could no longer go on. Why was I the one left behind when it was he who brought such love and joy to their lives? How could I ever live up to the myriads of memories that swept over them when we would speak his name, talk about something he did or viewed photos from the past? The sighs, the tears, the "I wishes" that were spoken as they placed him on the pedestal that he so deserved. Do memories make hero's? Like any other father, Dennis made his mistakes, ...both through actions and omissions, but because of his tremendous love, they were all but forgotten, as well they should be. Again I wonder...why was I the one left behind?
A mother and grandmother have their places in the hearts of their children and grandchildren, but a father and grandpa not only fill their hearts, but they are overflowing with so much more than what can be spoken or shown. Oh yes, I was available to just 'be' there when needed, the usual babysitting, diaper changing, mending, lending an ear or giving advice when needed, (not always received!), but when a dad or grandpa does or speaks, well, that becomes a whole different connotation. He was a quiet man, but when he spoke people listened and that meant his children and grands also. It was a gift that even he didn't realize he had. They say opposites attract? Oh yes! You need only look at our lives and see that! We each had a special place in our kids and grands hearts, but the love of a grandpa who was a mentor, fixer, advisor, and a giver of joy far outweighed anything I could give. And that was perfectly ok by me! To sit back and watch how he affected their lives gave me such pride. Yes, I still ponder in my heart why him instead of me.
Why all of a sudden must I write about such things? I think with the graduation of our first granddaughter, the emotions came back to the surface. Dennis' heart and soul came to surface when she was born and with each new grandchild it only became more apparent. I sat in that auditorium and when Pomp and Circumstance began to play as the class filed in, my heart cried with the absence of him who loved her so fully and would have been so overwhelmed and proud. I cried for Hannah's loss, but also with happiness that she had him for some of the most wonderful years of her life.
Oh yes, I wish he were still here filling in those precious years for his children and grands, but he isn't. I pray they remember him forever with love and gratitude. I know they will, as I witness the wonderful loving words they write of him on Father's Day and other moments when the heart overflows with memories. I only hope I can add some joy and love to their lives even if it cannot be as it were with him. Sometimes I just want to apologize for not being the first to leave, and yes, I do wonder why......

I'm Home

The stillness of the morning brought a sense of peace. The pond was a reflection pool with various shades of green from the nearby trees and bushes that surrounded it and made it a safe haven for the multitude of wildlife that casually tip toed to it's edge for a quick drink. I sat in the silence allowing it to gently wrap it's touch around me. I'm home. Perhaps not the last place I will reside, as the years and the Lord only hold that secret, but for now I feel settled, secure and grateful. It was a long, emotional journey from beginning to now, but as I've repeated 100's of times, well worth the wait. What has it taught me? That I wasted my energy worrying, ranting, loosing sleep and all that goes with distrust, instead of stepping back and letting my Lord handle the burden. Oh, He prodded me several times and brought me back to His presence, but I would slip back into human nature and find myself in turmoil once again until His Holy Spirit would whisper..."leave it to me." Finally, I rested in Him and began to repeat, 'it is what it is, and the Lord who created the universe can surely handle this tiny piece of humanity without my intervention!' Sweet release! We create our own confusion, but I guess we need to go through it to see the futility of our anxiousness. Let go and let God, is more than a nice saying, ...it should resonate through our lives, truly giving Him all the glory. I rested my head on the back of the patio chair, staring into an infinite sky, so blue beyond description that it's vastness nearly overwhelms. Here am I, a tiny speck in the scheme of things, yet knowing that He loves and cares for me as if I'm the only one. How does one say thank you to that? How does one even comprehend that? Yet I know it to be true, and my heart sings along with the chorus of birds that have begun their morning concert. His eye is on the sparrow...and I KNOW He watches me! Thus begins another chapter in my life. I pray God's richest blessings on my home, on the family and friends who enter in and on all that He allows to be placed before me on this perhaps the last home I will have. I will cherish His gift, His care, protection and love. I've entered this portion of life alone, but not really...His presence allows me to walk in confidence knowing He IS in control and He WIll provide all my needs according to His riches in glory....yes, I'm home, and all glory goes to my Lord and Savior.

I'm Home

The Right Timing...

It's a gray, rainy morning and the clock reads 10:05. I'm still in my nightshirt. I'm in no hurry to proceed with the day. Sitting with my steaming, vanilla flavored cup of coffee and my thoughts, I find no urgency to move. I have lots to ponder this glorious, dreary, misty day. Has it finally, for real, honestly happened this time? The message light was blinking when I came home last night and the message caused my heart to skip a beat, my legs to weaken and my soul to cry out with thanks to God. My home has sold,...it will soon belong to someone else. I owe it to myself to sit and soak this information in, to give thanks to my Heavenly Father who knows precisely the right timing for everything and who has taught me once again to rest in His way and not my own. Oh yes, I wrestled with impatience, fear of the unknown, inadequacy in handling a home sale alone,..just starting a new phase in my life caused anxieties, but He provided everything I needed to go through this smoothly and quickly. The young couple loved my house but had several doubts which brought about doubled inspections, multiple visits and requests for additional things to be left behind. This I gladly agreed too, for you see, it is time for me to move on, to establish a new life..or as we widow's call it, 'a new normal.' Fourteen years ago, my husband and I stepped into this house and began to make it a home. As empty nester's, it was a good fit with it's unique layout, huge backyard, areas for parking boats, campers etc., but we didn't stop there! Many, many upgrades were made, which made life easier with the arrival of several new grandchildren throughout the years, and the need to have space for them to be kids! That's what we were all about in those days...the grands! My first grandchild was Hannah...she recently turned 18 and while I was searching for photo's of her and grandpa to post on FB, I, of course, ended up sitting for hours going through hundreds and hundreds of pictures. This took me on a journey through the past 14 years and beyond...a journey that brought laughter, joy and tears. I settled in surrounded by memories, recalling each with unexpected emotions,..allowing myself to drift back in time to special moments, birthdays, backyard fun, holidays, just being together times....enjoying life. These things I leave behind, but the memories go with me. This home has served me well, and with it the bittersweet thought that my husband passed away during these years and will not be embarking on this new journey with me. I know he is proud of me for setting my course in a new direction, for I feel his approval and I know he is smiling that beautiful smile in heaven while awaiting that great reunion! I love you Dennis, and my heart is full of gratefulness for a life filled with love and so many good things while journeying our life together. Your absence has caused a mighty emptiness within me. So begins the packing. Not just 'things', but memories. I will sort, examine what needs to go, what needs to be thrown or given away and all the while feeling a tad bit of guilt for having to make those decisions. But 'things' aren't what make me, memories are, and I will always hold them close, remember with a smile and forever carry the love in my heart. Yes, this indeed was our home,...a home made for my husband and I, for my kids to come and feel welcomed and a place for my grands to remember their very young years, hopefully filled with happiness and good times. You, my home, have served me well, but I must move on....it's just 'the right timing.'