Sunday, January 20, 2013

Mosaic Monday: Saturday Skies & Weekend Musings


My visit with the parents this weekend was short but sweet. Daddy is doing as well as Daddy can do without being mobile. (You can read a tiny bit about his fall here.) We pray he doesn't need additional surgery when this "still" time is over. Please pray with us for a good report further down the road.

The pine trees surrounding my parents' home never cease to amaze me. So tall and stately. Hurricane Rita's wrath destroyed a number of gigantic trees on their property, but this small cluster has remained standing. They seem to touch the sky. I couldn't resist snapping a picture of them yesterday afternoon.

While preparing the dinner table that evening, Mother pointed out the sunset behind us and I ran for the Kodak. As I opened the patio door, a lizard jumped into the house, which sent me and Mother scurrying for something to pop him with, while Daddy sat in his wheelchair hollering, "Step on him! Step on him!" I don't squash lizards in my sock feet (or even in my shoes, for that matter. Ugh!) And, obviously, neither does Mother. Thus, the broom was the weapon of choice, and I did my best to scoot the lizard outside to a safer environment, away from silly, squeamish females. I do hope he lived to tell the tale.

The sunset pictures were taken mere moments apart, yet the hues and clouds are totally different. Masterpieces from the Master, you might say. Majestic comes to mind.

I'm home now, and another work week will begin in a few hours. As the old song says, "How rich I am since Jesus came my way." I can't imagine life in such a troubled world without the Giver of peace.

Until we meet again, my dear ones, I hope your weekend has been full of good and beautiful things, and I hope your week is a blessed one, indeed. ♦

How Rich Am I

How rich I am since Jesus came my way,
Redeemed my soul and turned my night to day.
How very rich, how very rich I am!

Such peace and joy I never knew before.
And countless blessings from His boundless store.
How very rich, how very rich I am!

There's a greater glory in a sunset,
A brighter twinkle in a star,
There's much more promise in a rainbow,
More music in a singing bird by far;

All things have changed my eyes once blind can see,
The whole wide world is now a symphony,
And with all this, heav'n is my destiny,
How rich I am!
Author: Peterson, John W.Copyright: 1956.
Renewed 1984 John W. Peterson Music Company
CCLI License No. 810055

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Monday, January 14, 2013

Treasures of the Road

 
 
It is a lazy Saturday afternoon. A steady rain taps against the window, reminding me of the manual typewriters I learned to type on in Ms. Brady's typing class. I should be doing more productive things, but I've opened a plastic storage bin in my office closetlooking for a specific something—and now I'm rummaging through boxes upon boxes of old letters, cards and memorabilia from days gone by.

As a young woman, I was away from home a lot, traveling full-time, making music, giving back to God what he had given me. And although I traveled with my older sister and my then brother-in-law, I was lonely at times, missing the familiar, dreaming of stability and a place to call my own. Judging by the volume of letters in this storage bin, people missed me just as much as I missed them.

I've got letters from my twin. Letters from Mother. Letters from Daddy. Letters from the grandparents. Letters from girl friends. Lady friends. One or two boyfriends. In fact, if you wrote me a letter ever, it is probably in my stash of stuff, and I'm so not kidding. The addresses represent where I was singing at the time. California. Florida. Indiana. Ohio. Mississippi. Alabama. Louisiana. And on and on they go.

Many of the letters beg to be read, and after an hour or so of reading, I pause and ponder: What if we had had text messaging in my globe-trotting days? And laptops? And Wi-Fi? And Facebook? And blogs? Would my life have been richer?

It was an intriguing question for sure, and the truth of the matter is, I don't know. I don't know if my life would've been richer 35 years ago with instant access to those I loved and missed. But I do know that my life is richer today because of these hand-written notes from family and friends. They are treasures in tattered envelopes to me—each paragraph, each sentence, each word. And on this lazy, rainy Saturday afternoon, they are warming my heart like a million text messages never could.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Nonni's Having a Girl!

Wednesday, my daughter and I found out the gender of my grandbaby. I would've been delighted with either a boy or a girl, but "Peanut" is a girl, and she is a very active one! Kicking and flipping and looking like a little gymnast in the making. I made a collage to document the day.
 
The next night I had a "gender reveal" family dinner. Not everyone was in town and able to come, but the most important people were there - Peanut and Mommy! The cake was made by Frost Bake Shoppe in The Woodlands. It was adorable AND delicious. The mother-to-be glowed. So did Nonni.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A Grand Title for a Grand Role



I've had a hard time deciding what my grandchild will call me, so over the weekend, Leslie gave me a "Grandparent Quiz." You answer a list of 20 questions, and, based on your answers, a name is selected for you. The name chosen for me was Glamma. Ha! We both laughed out loud.

Glamma is unique, for sure, but after considering all the names out there, I've finally settled on:

~ Nonni ~

It seems easy for a child to say, and, to me, it conjures up images of all things warm and fuzzy. (I hear some of you snickering out there, but I can be warm and fuzzy. I really can.)

We hope to find out the gender tomorrow. Nonni is really excited about that! Baby retailers are probably excited, too. :)

Thursday, January 3, 2013

My Resolution for the New Year

Years ago I was accused of a scandalous sin. The accusation left me shaken and angry. Why would people I considered friends accuse me of something I didn't do? Something so ugly?

I never had a chance to confront my accusers, but, in time, their motives were revealed, and someone who had believed their lies came to me, seeking forgiveness. I granted it without delay. I also forgave the liars and remembered their sin against them no more.

Sadly, there are people who refuse to forgive. Their mantra in life is: "You did me wrong, and you're gonna pay." They keep score, and keep track and keep waiting for judgment to rain on those who hurt them.

In his book, The Chief: A Memoir of Fathers and Sons, Lance Morrow writes: "Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new business. Not to forgive is to yield oneself to another's control... to be locked into a sequence of act and response, of outrage and revenge, tit for tat, escalating always. The present is endlessly overwhelmed and devoured by the past."

That is a powerful description of unforgiveness, and it's so very true. People who harbor grudges can't get on with today for hanging on to yesterday. It's a sad way to exist, and they hurt nobody but themselves. As Anne Lamott said, "Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die."

I don't know what 2013 holds, but my resolution is to be slow to anger and quick to forgive. Life is short at best, and if I allow unforgiveness to rob me of a single day this year, that is one less day I have to live.

♦     ♦     ♦

“A life lived without forgiveness is a prison.”  ― William Arthur Ward

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

I'm Expecting...A Grandchild

A few of my close friends already know, but to those of you who don't, if all goes as scheduled, I'm going to be a grandmother in June. Yay! It didn't happen exactly as I had planned, complete with a son-in-law and all. But life doesn't always go as we plan, and children don't always travel down roads of our choosing.

Last spring, Leslie told me that she was giving up the dating scene and taking steps toward being a single mother via AI (artificial insemination) and donor sperm. In essence, she was tired of dating frogs, and although marriage might not be in her future as she had hoped, she did want to be a mother.

To say that it was difficult for me to process that information doesn't begin to tell the story. I couldn't imagine my child raising a child alone, nor my grandchild being raised without ever meeting her fatherand I still can't—but it was her choice to make, and she had made it.

The journey to motherhood hasn't been easy for Leslie. Unexpected obstacles presented themselves along the way, and she has had one emergency surgery. But all seems well now, and I am truly grateful. We heard the heartbeat in October, and it was a moment I'll never forget. We hope to find out the gender in a few days, and I'm truly excited about that. :-)

I hope you will say a prayer for a healthy mother and a healthy grandchild, and please pray that Grandma-to-be will leave her worries with God and live her life one day at a time. ♦