Thursday, May 28, 2015

The Miracle Of A Tiny Life

Recently I told you that I was going to be a grandmother again in October.  You can read a bit of that story here.  The last weeks have been like a roller coaster in some ways.  Our daughter has been in and out of the hospital.  The events that began early this month continued and each time seemed worse than the time before.  We prayed and we held firm to hope and we clung to the knowledge that God was in control and that we could trust Him no matter what.  Each time a crisis came, word from the doctors was pretty grim.  Not much hope for this baby to make it.  They believed labor would begin soon.  Bed rest was the plan for our daughter and she did everything she needed to do to make that happen.  Each time she went to the hospital the doctors couldn’t understand what was happening – our tiny grandson was alive and well and doing what they didn’t expect him to do.  The prognosis wasn’t good and then last Thursday morning the high-risk doctor said she believed our daughter had ‘beaten the odds’.  With a small degree of confidence she said it was possible that our grandson could ‘hang on’ for a few more weeks until they could help him survive if he should come early.

Not many hours later, on Thursday night, everything changed.  Things began to happen and labor began.  It was different this time – but our faith was still strong and we knew we could trust our daughter and her little son to the care of our Heavenly Father.  Many long hours passed before news came that we had so hoped we wouldn’t hear.  Our tiny grandson, Levi, was born early Saturday morning at twenty-one weeks.  Still, he defied the odds and clung to life for about an hour – something the doctors had said couldn't happen.  And, then, he slipped gently into the arms of Jesus.  His tiny life had made an incredible impact on our lives.  We saw miracles happen.  Things the doctors said were impossible became real.  We don’t understand it all but we know there is a reason we can’t see.  Tears have flowed much through the past days.  Heaven seems a bit closer.  And our trust in God is even stronger than before.  The miracle that a tiny life could touch our lives in ways we never dreamed possible is amazing to me.  I learned things from Levi’s brief life that I needed to learn.  God showed Himself real through the weeks and months – we can’t deny that.  And that’s a miracle - God’s love shown again through the miracle of a tiny life. 

Monday, May 11, 2015

The Hills Are Alive. . .

With the sound of music.  My all-time favorite musical is ‘The Sound of Music’.  I think I can sing every word by memory.  Recently my sweetheart and I visited a beautiful state park in the mountains between our home and the Oregon Coast.  When we got to this viewpoint at the top of the hill I felt like singing the opening song.  Instead, I took a lot of photos!Mountain View
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime
That flies from a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook when it trips
And falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night
Like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

Next month I will be joining several girlfriends from my camping group at this beautiful park.  Please come by Daffodil’s blog to take a peek inside and see how she looked when I took her to a  recent camp-out.  She will look different by the time I take her camping next months - we are working to finish some things before her next trip.  You can go to her blog by clicking on the ‘Daffodil – My Vintage Trailer’ tab at the top of this page.

Song: ‘The Sound of Music’
written by Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein

Saturday, May 9, 2015

A Detour, News and A Grateful Heart

Stormy Sky When I last shared with you on my vintage trailer blog (Daffodil's Journey), I said I was planning to leave that morning for a trip to spend the weekend with some of my camping girlfriends.  Well, it didn’t happen exactly that way!  Sometimes we don’t understand why plans are changed or delayed – and we may never know.  But I’ve learned to accept those changes as something God allows in my life for a reason.  That’s what happened last week just minutes before Daffodil and I were about to drive away for the weekend.

There’s something I haven’t shared here.  I am going to be a grandma again in the Fall!  You would think it would be news I would be shouting from the housetops, but I haven’t told many people.  Our daughter is expecting baby number five.  To say this was a total surprise would be an understatement.  This is a high-risk pregnancy because of her age and multiple problems she had when she was expecting our precious Miss H. five years ago.  This time we’ve been holding our breath almost from the beginning.  Every day without ‘bad’ news or events that make us believe this baby isn’t going to make it, well – that’s a day to breathe a bit easier.  In many ways it's one day at a time!   She is seeing a group of high-risk obstetricians and from day one their observations have been negative – doom and gloom for this little one.  There have been diagnoses of things that made our hearts ache and suspicions of things that were quite unnerving.  In this age of technology we can ‘see’ things that, in the past, we never knew about until our babies arrived.  Now we know things we wish we didn’t know.  But God hasn’t had the last word!  He is at work and we believe we just might be watching a series of miracles happening before our eyes by way of multiple ultrasound images.  Everything that has been diagnosed or predicted so far as ‘resolved itself’.  That’s what the doctors say, but I really believe we are watching God answer the prayers of many people for our daughter and her little guy.  Yes, it’s a boy!

I was literally on my way out the door – with car keys and purse in hand – ready to drive away with Daffodil when my cell phone rang.  Our daughter said, ‘Mom, I know you’re out of town, but you need to know what’s happening.’  It looked like the much-too-early birth of her tiny son was about to happen.  She was about to be taken to the hospital by ambulance.  My plans changed at that moment!  I knew there was no way I was going to take Daffodil and drive away.  A quick call to the camping friend I had planned to meet nearby so we could travel together and call to a dear friend who was expecting my arrival a couple of hours later – and all of my plans for the weekend were on hold.  I sat and waited for word.  And I prayed.  Oh, how I prayed!  Tears poured down my face as I thought of my dear daughter and the anguish she must feel.  And more tears fell as I thought of the tiny grandson I might not get to hold until some day in Heaven.  A phone call came and I was off to the hospital.  Actually, two hospitals before the day was over.  She was transported by ambulance to a large hospital where the neo-natal intensive care unit was ready, if he should be born. The news was more encouraging than we ever hoped to hear.  What had happened – what we could see and understand – wasn’t what it appeared to be.  The ‘symptoms’ of imminent birth were not that at all!  Tiny baby boy was still safe and sound, snug as ever in his fluid-filled sac.  Everything was exactly as it should be.  Needed fluid that surrounds him measured exactly perfect!  Contractions were not of the labor type and they weren't doing anything to be concerned about.  We were amazed!  The high-risk doctor at the hospital was very encouraging.  He sent her home for bed rest until her next appointment a few days later.

I took away a lot of things from that day when God changed my plans.  Again, I was reminded that HE is in control.  No matter what things appear to be, He sees it all.  And He knows.  I was reminded again how much my dear ones mean to me and that I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else than with them in moments of crisis.  I was able to spend quite a bit of time with our oldest granddaughter and we shared our hearts in ways we’ve never done before.  Our daughter’s younger children were scared, so we sent grandpa to ‘rescue’ them and be with them. (He took them fishing!)  And, through it all, I kept remembering my dear father’s version of a Scripture verse that he quoted often.  Psalm 37:23 says, ‘The steps of a good man (or woman) are ordered by the Lord: and he delights in his way’.  My sweet dad always said that our ‘stops’ are ordered by God as well as our steps.  I’ve found that true more times than I can recall.  And that was what happened again last week.  I know God stopped me from heading south with Daffodil.  I had planned to leave earlier that morning but was delayed a bit.  The friend I had planned to travel with was also delayed.  I know His plan for me was to be here with my dear daughter and her family.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way!

It’s been over a week since that day when we all held our breath, waiting for news of a tiny, little guy who has already worked his way deep into this grandma’s heart.  I’ve seen many ‘still’ photos of his ultrasounds, but to stand beside the doctor and watch itsy-bitsy fingers move and the valves of a tiny heart open and close as they should – and to see this precious grandson moving and stretching before my eyes – was a gift to my heart.  A few days later there was another late night run to the hospital with even more scary things happening that also turned out not to be as they seemed.  The doctors assured my daughter that things that had been of concern were ‘shifting’ and ‘making themselves right’.  It wasn't an accident.  Not a coincidence!  I know it’s because God is shifting and settling things for her and her son.  She is taking it easy – obeying the doctor’s orders’ and all is still going well. 

Early the next morning my sweetheart helped me hitch up Daffodil – again – and Daffodil and I headed south to catch up with the gals who were already enjoying time together at a gorgeous farm setting.  There’s so much I could share about my trip there, the time with my friends and the trip back home again, but I will save that for another time.  Early next week I will give you a tour inside of Daffodil.  She’s a beauty!  There’s more work to be done but she was just the sweet haven I needed over the weekend.I can’  t wait to share her with you. 

As I look back on the events of last weekend, my heart is filled with gratitude.  I can see God’s fingerprints all over those days – and I have a much deeper sense than ever before what it means to ‘give thanks with a grateful heart’!

Friday, May 1, 2015

A Touch of Color

Azalea 2015
We live on the corner of a busy street.  On the corner of our property is a very old azalea that spreads her beauty once a year to all who pass by.  She is a bright spot there every day.  She doesn’t worry if raindrops grace her petals or if the sun shines to make her color even more vibrant.  Every Spring I wait for see her beauty and I’m never disappointed.

My vintage trailer has a new look.  There’s been a big change!  If you select the ‘Daffodil – My Vintage Trailer’ you can see it right away.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Sitting On The Corner

My sweetheart and I have been very busy with the restoration of my little, vintage trailer.  Through the past days I have been in and out of the house many times to discuss details or check on the progress of big changes that are happening almost daily.  My little dog – Joey – has gone in and out with me.  We’ve had unseasonably warm and sunny days for the past week or so.  Joey isn’t especially interested in my trailer, but he loves the sun!  We live on the corner of a busy street and Joey knows he needs to stay out of the street.  One day this last week when I was ready to return to my work in the house, I didn’t see him in the yard nearby.  I usually know where to find him when he’s not right there close to us.  Sure enough!  He had gone out of the yard and was sitting on the sidewalk – on the corner – to watch the world go by!  As I walked over to him I asked him what he was doing.  Of course he didn’t answer me but I knew all along what he was doing – he was ‘sitting on the corner.  Watching all the girls go by’!  Do you remember that old song? 
Standing on the corner
Watching all the girls go by
Standing on the corner
Watching all the girls go by
Brother you don't know a nicer occupation
Matter of fact, neither do I
Than standing on a corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by
JoeyWe’ve been making progress on my vintage trailer.  I just posted new photos of some of the changes that are happening.  Come on over and see what we’ve been working on.  The tab at the top of my blog, ‘Daffodil – My Vintage Trailer,’ will take you there.

Song:  ‘Standing On The Corner’
Written by Frank Loesser

Saturday, April 18, 2015

My Friday Tablescape

BJs Table Some of my blog friends feature wonderful tablescapes on their blogs.  Their tables are beautiful and the food often becomes an artistic part of their settings.  Yesterday, while visiting my dear blog friend, BJ, at Sweet Nothings – and enjoying her tablescape (above) -  I wondered if  you might like to see my lovely dining room table as it is ‘set’ right now.
Tablescape 1 Notice the lovely – rather large – centerpiece.  That’s the end closet wall for my little vintage trailer.  Daffodil is ‘under construction’ and her parts and pieces have been showing up on my dining room table for priming and painting.  Next to the ‘centerpiece’ you will notice the accessories.
Tablescape 2 There’s more.  Lovely table linens and pretty silverware are missing from my table but you will find drop cloths and paint rags, stir sticks and a brush waiting for someone to return to add more paint.
Tablescape 3This is only one of the ‘tablescapes’ in my dining room over the past couple of weeks.  The big closet wall graced my table for a couple of days.  Before that, the upper kitchen cabinets, followed by the lower cabinet made their way into this space.  It was too cold and rainy outside for this project so we brought them inside where it's warm and comfortable.  It makes quite a nice workspace!

Please come back again soon.  Daffodil is changing every day.  She is about to burst into full bloom.  I’ll show you what’s happening early next week.  I think you’ll like what you see!

(Sweet Nothings photo used by permission)

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Road Trip

Life has been very busy over the past weeks.  At times it seemed I needed to be several different places at the same time!  In the middle of it all my sweet heart and I had a chance to get away and have a special weekend with family. Last month we made a trip to the southern Oregon coast but this is as close as we got!
BeachWe were there for a very special event.Coos Bay Trip - Sign Our oldest grandson is a star basketball player for his high school team.  Their hard work through the season paid off and they went on to play in the state championship playoff tournament.  We were able to be there to cheer them on.  We were so proud of the team - especially our grandson!
Rylan - Basketball
Rylan - State Tournament - Creswell
Rylan - State Tournament - Dayton At times it almost seems as if he can fly!
Rylan - State Tournament - Dayton 4 Mr. R’s team wasn’t expected to go to the tournament at all and many people didn't expect them to continue to the end.  They were rated in last place among the tournament teams – but, they fought hard, put everything they had into their games and finished in third place in the state!
Coos Bay Trip - Rylan and TrophyAt the end of every game, after they have greeted the other teams and their coaches, Mr. R’s team always gathers at center court for prayer.  It always touches my heart to see these neat, young men and their coaches giving thanks to their Heavenly Father, no matter the outcome of the game.
Coos Bay Trip - Team Prayer It was fun to to be with our son, our dear daughter-in-law and their two oldest sons.  (Their youngest son and two-year-old daughter were at home with their other grandma.) And it was fun to share and celebrate a very special time in the life of our grandson.  Coos Bay Trip - FamilyWe had such a good time together and we’re all making plans to return to the tournament next year!  The team will have to earn their way back, but there’s no doubt in our minds that they will be there again – and so will we!  My cousin and her hubby live in the area where the tournament is always held.  We stayed with them and we’ve reserved their guestroom for tournament time next year!

(some photos courtesy of the Coos Bay World website)