May 30, 2014

A letter and an Auction

Hi Mom,

I miss you so much! I wonder how it is up there regarding time? How is God timeless yet also viewing us living in time? What does time look like from there? What's it like to be so close to Someone who is everywhere? Can you also see and hear us? Can you see ME? Do you know how I long for you?

I never had to explain myself to you. I could just start in with my words and you would "get it." It's very lonely not to have you, not to have someone who cares about everything I care about. Thank you for being that for me.

You were a good friend for sharing silly details. "What color were her shoes? Did they say anything about the mushrooms?" Nonsense really, who cares about such silly details? I do.

So we had a Penny Auction yesterday. It was great, lots of kids showed up. We talked briefly about the persecuted church, the mother in Sudan, the kidnapped Nigerian girls, and also the Christians in North Korea. I wonder if anything penetrated their minds, their hearts. True persecution is so far off, but it is inching its way closer as the days are waxing worse.

Each person had a paddle for bidding on the items they brought for auction. Most contributed items with a loving heart to give, things someone might want. Others brought junk, stuff they wanted to get rid of. Do they know the difference? Do they know their own motivations?

I wanted it to be a special event, so I decorated. Everything was red and yellow. The lemonade was pretty, I added fresh raspberries and lemons. There was a crystal bowl with lemon drops and red ribbons. The boys stuffed handfuls of them into their pockets!

We sat on quilts with baskets of flowers for centerpieces. I served fried chicken and baked rosemary chicken. The guests brought cookies and salad to go with. There were several bidding wars which were fun. Some children really wanted to bid but had spent all their pennies, so others stepped in to bid on their behalf with their own money. I was so proud of them!

God took their pennies and multiplied them to over $300.00! I'll be sending the money to Voice of the Martyrs. Wonderful times, wonderful memories. I wish you could've been here.

Well, I am trying to pass on to Sophia, Naomi, and Noah that knack you had for making things special and beautiful. Missing you, your voice and your heart for all things lovely.

See you,

Praying before the bidding begins

I was the auctioneer. 
Here I am demonstrating the benefits of a crocheted bear with a cute little vest.

He received several bids!

Going once, going twice, SOLD!

One of our best loved guests.

One of our high bidders!

What's a Penny Auction without a laser sword fight?

She won the bid!

I got to feed the baby!

May 28, 2014

June soon...


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Outside my window...

Big Clouds...Go away clouds! 
I have plans that require sunshine.

I am thankful...

For my neighborhood...quiet, safe, and friendly...a great place for my frequent walks. 

In the kitchen...

Chicken marinating for the Penny Auction Picnic tomorrow

I am wearing...

Black sweats and my walking shoes.

I will change quickly into my blue dress to go shopping later...
just a few finishing touches needed for the picnic.

I am creating...

centerpieces, auction paddles, decorations for a happy time.

I am going...

to trust God for the proper weather.

I am wondering...

What that proper weather will be!

I am reading...

Feelings Women Rarely Share, by Judy Reamer
More Love to Thee, by George Prentiss

I am hoping...

To do a blog post about the Reamer book.

I am learning...

That perfect Love casts out all fear...I want to learn more about this!

Around the house...

Auction Items
Flower centerpieces
Platters waiting for baked or fried chicken
Lemons for lemonade

I am hearing...

"Davy Crockett" in the background, one of Noah's favorite shows.
There is also a fly (or a bee) that keeps flying into the glass door...tap, tap, tap.

A quote for today...

"Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk." ~ George MacDonald.

I find this thought to be true. I feel as if the life within me is ready to burst, it is abundant, but it is due to aging, more experience, knowledge and wisdom.

The result? More smiles, more wrinkles, more grey. 

One of my favorite things...

A good sleep

I am remembering...

The children playing their violins for a tiny Spanish church last week. 
Such a happy time!  It put me in remembrance of my Summers spent in Mexico.

A few plans for the rest of the week:

A Penny Auction!

 (Jim Gaffigan: “Really, there are two types of people who go bowling. There are people who really, really love bowling. Then there are the people that are like: wouldn'’t it be hysterical if we went bowling?”)

A picture thought to share...

Low tide near home

Here, the kids are running where they would normally be swimming.

Hunting for crabs at low tide.

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May 26, 2014

Be my witness...

"And they rose up the same hour, and returned Jerusalem . . . and they told what things were done in the way, and how He was known of them."—Luke 24:33,35.

WHEN the two disciples had reached Emmaus, and were refreshing themselves at the evening meal, the mysterious stranger who had so enchanted them upon the road, took bread and brake it, made Himself known to them, and then vanished out of their sight. They had constrained Him to abide with them, because the day was far spent; but now, although it was much later, their love was a lamp to their feet, yea, wings also; they forgot the darkness, their weariness was all gone, and forthwith they journeyed back the threescore furlongs to tell the gladsome news of a risen Lord, who had appeared to them by the way. They reached the Christians in Jerusalem, and were received by a burst of joyful news before they could tell their own tale. These early Christians were all on fire to speak of Christ's resurrection, and to proclaim what they knew of the Lord; they made common property of their experiences. This evening let their example impress us deeply. We too must bear our witness concerning Jesus. John's account of the sepulchre needed to be supplemented by Peter; and Mary could speak of something further still; combined, we have a full testimony from which nothing can be spared. We have each of us peculiar gifts and special manifestations; but the one object God has in view is the perfecting of the whole body of Christ. We must, therefore, bring our spiritual possessions and lay them at the apostle's feet, and make distribution unto all of what God has given to us. Keep back no part of the precious truth, but speak what you know, and testify what you have seen. Let not the toil or darkness, or possible unbelief of your friends, weigh one moment in the scale. Up, and be marching to the place of duty, and there tell what great things God has shown to your soul. ~ Spurgeon May 25th evening

I wish we would spend more time telling what great things God has done for our souls. Often we can't because we spend more time with Netflix, Facebook or Little League than we do with our Creator.

The children are visiting with Mr. Santos. Today, I am alone with my Savior, my other companions the trees, the sunshine, the breeze. Ever knocking on my door is the intense temptation to go find some pleasure in something other than my God. It's a good day for shopping or enjoying a date out with my girlfriends, even tackling a major house project. As I look to the week ahead, I see several commitments.

No, today I will not answer the door. I will stay with Him. He will be my pleasure! Next time we get together tell me! Tell me what great things God has done for your soul...I'm sure I'll have something to tell you.

Luk 10:39, 42 ESV - And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. ... but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her."

May 22, 2014

Raising a son

Nine year old Noah jumped into the back seat and locked the door.

"Mom, something terrible happened in class today!"

Worried, I scanned for blood. I looked at him through the rear view mirror. "What? Are you O.K.?"

He had a smirk on his face. "Well, not terrible, just weird. And I'm not gonna tell anybody!!"

Now I was intrigued. I knew my Super Mom powers would eventually wrestle the information out of him. The girls clamored to get in the car. Noah continued to declare that he would tell no one the weird thing that happened at choir practice.

Finally, I ventured,  "Noah, did the weird thing involve a girl?"

"Yeah!! She just kept staring at me!"

"So, what did you do?" I asked.

He explained, "I told her, 'Why are you staring at me?' and she said 'Because I like you!'"

His sisters giggled. I said, "Ah, it's just the beginning my son!"

"Ew, gross!" he answered, but he was grinning from ear to ear.


Winter is over, but here is a story that may repeat itself when the cold weather returns.

Mom: "Noah, go out and bring in some wood then start the fire."

Twenty-six minutes later Noah came in the door with two small logs in his arms.

Mom questioned: "It took you half an hour to bring in two logs? What's up?"

Noah: "I was checking for spiders."

Mom, sternly looking at her watch: "You have three minutes to bring six logs in one load. GO!"

With a whine and a shout of "HEY!" Noah dashed out the door quickly returning with a heavy load of six logs. He looked wounded as he dumped them near the hearth.

Mom: "Please don't bring in a load smaller than six logs. You're strong, you're tough and you are not afraid of spiders."

Noah: "Yes, Mom."


The toilet seat broke. I brought home a new one but it was the wrong size. I thought it best to bring Noah back with me to Home Depot. While I stood in line at the return desk, Noah took the broken seat slung over his shoulder to the plumbing department. I saw from a distance an older man in an orange apron question him.

"What did the man say to you?" I asked Noah when he met me at the register.

"He asked if I knew what I was doing."

"How did you answer?"

"I said, 'of course I do.'"

Back at home, without any instruction, Noah fixed the broken seat. What a little man!


On my Facebook this week:

Recently, I introduced my children to a new friend. She said to Noah, "So you must be the baby of the family!"

Indignant, he replied, "No, Ma'am! I'm the man of the house!"

"Between the innocence of babyhood 
and the dignity of manhood, 
we find a delightful creature of a boy."

May 20, 2014

His blessings or Himself?

"...for they loved not their lives even unto death." Revelation 12:11

Sometimes I am afraid that many of us are walking on the broad road that leads to death thinking we are on the narrow road that leads to life.

The Enemy, dressed up in his cheer leading garb, shouts through his bullhorn, "You're awesome! God loves you! Don't drink alcohol, don't smoke, stay away from sinners and home school your children...That's right! Keep it up! You're doing great! God is pleased with your lifestyle!"

We get excited about our own good works, the "holiness" of our lives, and we become oblivious to the gentle downward slope of the path we are on, especially because so many people are on the same path with us.

Along the way, we come across such wonderful blessings to love: a thriving ministry, a nice house with a view. For some, it is children, or good health, particularly now that we are gluten-free! For others, it is the organic farm and the grass fed chickens, or a spouse, or useful knowledge.

How we love our lives and all our blessings! We go to church every Sunday and we read our Bible.

All the while we are cheered on by the Enemy of our souls to continue our happy lives enjoying the blessings from God.

What's wrong with this? For many of us, something is missing...the most important Something.

The reality is we walk after the flesh, satisfying all our desires with worldly things, they are good and moral things, but still temporary, fleeting. When our pleasures are gone, or trials come, we lose our joy.

We are like the thousands in the crowd who were healed by Jesus. Remember how He healed all of their diseases? The same crowd heard The Truth as Jesus preached from the mountainside. And this same crowd ate until they were full the loaves and the fishes. These people, like us, enjoyed the blessings of God, yet they did not know Jesus personally.

Later, it was the crowd who was so easily persuaded to CRUCIFY Jesus. (Matthew 27:20)

Will that be us, one day?

Or will we say, "I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ?"

Can we say, "When Christ, who is my life...?" or "For me, to live is Christ?" (Col 3:4, Phil 1:21)

I love blessings as much as the next girl...maybe more. But I would rather have Jesus than anything.

"And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it. For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"
Mark 8:34-36

May 13, 2014

Glimpses III

I'm back.

I have enjoyed these 13 days "semi-offline".

Because of a fundraiser I am hosting, I'm back sooner than planned.


Lots of writing done! Yeah!

Lots of reading done, lots of cooking done, lots of people loved.

People are so much more enjoyable than computer pursuits...yet some of my favorite people are YOU.

So, how have you been? Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?!

Here are some glimpses into my Mother's Day...tell me how yours was.

Breakfast, cards, chocolate dipped strawberries, loving messages.

Happy Church Service
It was the kids who wanted to match, to all wear blue.

Burritos on the beach after church.

Traditional Mother's Day visit to Seabeck, WA.

I love the view...

and "my tree."

My three blessings
(click on the photo above for a better glimpse)

Relaxing in the sun (trying to anyway)

Our back yard...the forest filling with new leaves.

The front yard

Naomi moved the chair to follow the sun.