Reflections

 As this year comes to a close and a new one begins, I always reflect on the past few months.  There have been highs and lows - times on the mountaintop and times in the valley.  There have been smiles and laughter - tears and sadness.  Praise - and prayer.  Much prayer.  My word for this last year was Hope.  Little did I know when the year began how appropriate 'hope' would be for what came our way.  In the words of the old hymn, we found 'strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow'.  As we look forward to a new year that will begin in just a few, short hours, not only do we continue to hope - we continue to give thanks and offer prayer for the unknown that is ahead.

 

Our year brought new life. . .

And new beginnings. . .



 

Travels to see family far away. . .

And quiet moments at home.

Time with our daughter's family (and my dear, little mother). . .

And our son's family, too.

Work. . .

And play.

 

On the last day of the year I always remember the words of a song I used to sing a lot.  I think it sums it up pretty well - we've come this far by faith.

We've come this far by faith

Leaning on the Lord

Trusting in His Holy Word

He's never failed us yet

Oh, we won't turn back

We've come this far by faith

 

I wish you a very Happy New Year, dear friends.  We've come this far by faith - so, let's go forward by faith!



Christmas Wishes. . .

From my home to yours. May your day be merry and bright.



A Juggling Act

Do you feel like this Santa?  Too many things to 'carry' right now?  What happened to plans for a simpler holiday season?  Things happen and plans don't always go the way we think they will - but, no matter what - Christmas will come (soon!) and we will look back and talk about how much we enjoyed every minute of it.  I have no doubt!

We're busy at our house - juggling schedules and holiday plans and things that have nothing to do with the holidays but everything to do with everyday life at home.  Some have asked about our daughter and her children.  They have moved from our home and we are busily putting things back into the rooms we emptied for their things when they moved in a few months ago.  It's strange to see our rooms as they come together, as they were before.  My sweetheart and I laughed as we observed how 'big' our bedroom seems now that we've taken the whole wall of office out and put it back into the room across the hall.  Our home always seemed so small to me - until now.  But as we put things back, it seems much bigger - and quieter!  Oh, so quiet without the sounds of children and the schedule of a family of five added to ours.  But, they live just a few blocks away and we see them often.  Coming to grandma and grandpa's home is something special once again.  Now they come just to see us!  And the hugs we get (and give) are even more special than ever before.

So, my friends, in the busy-ness of the season, don't forget the things that are most important.  The love of those dear to you - laughter and smiles (even when the load you carry seems heavy) - and, most of all, the love of our Heavenly Father for each of us.  Reach out and touch someone's life with a special something during this holiday season.  You never know when a word or two, a gesture of kindness and friendship or a hug could be just the thing they need.  At that very moment!

(This cute, little Santa was seen a shop at the Oregon Coast when we sneaked away for a day last month.)

A Christmas Prayer

 

Dear Jesus,

 

It’s a good thing you were born at night. This world sure seems dark. I have a good eye for silver linings. But they seem dimmer lately.

 

These killings, Lord. These children, Lord. Innocence violated. Raw evil demonstrated.

 

The whole world seems on edge. Trigger-happy. Ticked off. We hear threats of chemical weapons and nuclear bombs. Are we one button-push away from annihilation?

 

Your world seems a bit darker this Christmas. But you were born in the dark, right? You came at night. The shepherds were nightshift workers. The Wise Men followed a star. Your first cries were heard in the shadows. To see your face, Mary and Joseph needed a candle flame. It was dark. Dark with Herod’s jealousy. Dark with Roman oppression. Dark with poverty. Dark with violence.

 

Herod went on a rampage, killing babies. Joseph took you and your mom into Egypt. You were an immigrant before you were a Nazarene.

 

Oh, Lord Jesus, you entered the dark world of your day. Won’t you enter ours? We are weary of bloodshed. We, like the wise men, are looking for a star. We, like the shepherds, are kneeling at a manger.

 

This Christmas, we ask you, heal us, help us, be born anew in us.

 

Hopefully,

Your Children

 

'A Christmas Prayer'
Written by Max Lucado
December 14, 2012

Song Of The Bells

Sometimes the words to familiar carols and songs just become routine.  At times, when we re-read them, we realize that - even though they were written long ago - the truth of their message is true for our times.  Such is this old carol that a dear friend posted somewhere else following the events of the past few days.  Take time to focus on the words - and their meaning.  They hold such a strong message we need to remember!

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

 

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

 

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

 

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

 

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

 

 

Song: 'I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day'
Written by Hen­ry W. Long­fel­low, 1864

The Gift of Peace

The events of the past few days have made me sad - beyond belief. 

 

Early this week my heart was deeply touched by tragedy at a shopping mall not many miles from my home. The senseless shooting at a big shopping mall here in Oregon where I often shop, left two dead and one young woman seriously injured. It was a miracle that more were not killed or injured. If the shooter’s gun had not jammed we don’t know what the final outcome might have been.  Stories of bravery and acts of heroism abound in the wake of the event.

 

Then, again, yesterday when news broke about the senseless killing of innocent children and brave adults in Connecticut, I watched in disbelief.  My heart aches for the parents and loved ones who lost their children and dear ones for reasons that don’t make sense.  Stories of the quick thinking and brave actions of teachers and staff that protected the other children amazed me.  It reminded again that there are good people who will step forward when the see a need.

 

Late yesterday afternoon I got an email from Marilyn, a dear blog friend, of Cottage Lamps, Etc. (formerly The Cutest Cottage Lamps).  An email from Marilyn is not uncommon – we have been emailing each other for quite some time.  She often sends cute, little things that make me smile.  Often her emails are so funny that I sit here and laugh out loud.  She lives just a few hours away from my home and her home is a short distance from my sweetheart’s brother’s home.  We have talked often of getting together the next time we visit family there.  We talked about it but life seemed to get in the way and it never happened.  So, we recently decided that it was going to happen next year.  For sure!  We made plans for my sweetheart and I to meet her and her hubby at a favorite lake high in the Cascade Mountain Range next summer.  It’s a lake we both enjoy and our fellows were looking forward to time to get acquainted and enjoy fishing together.  Marilyn and I planned to talk and laugh and just enjoy being together.  We knew we wouldn’t run out of things to say!  Late yesterday afternoon I received an email from her - and email that I was not prepared to read.  Her email said that her husband, Roger, died shortly after falling from a parade float he was working on for their hometown parade.  My tears flowed and my heart ached for her.  Please pray for Marilyn and for their family - I know she would appreciate it more than words can say.

What do we do in times like this?  We pray and hug our dear ones a bit closer.  We tell the people who mean a  lot to us that we care for them.  We can’t, for one moment, take time with them for granted.  And we pray for our families and friends.  And our country and our leaders and the people who so valiantly step into the front line of danger to protect us and anyone else who is in harm’s way. We love and support those who have lost the ones who mean more than life to them.  And we remember that the only real peace comes from God alone!  He is our peace.  In the good times – in the bad times.  When we understand – when we don’t.

Jesus said:
’I am leaving you with a gift – peace of mind and heart.
And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give.
So don’t be troubled or afraid.’
John 14:27
(New Living Translation)

A Step Back In Time

On one corner of Annie Apple’s Antique Gallery there is a wonderful diner – it's a blast from the past.  The nostalgic décor is wonderful – right from the nineteen-fifty’s, complete with chrome bar stools and four-seater booths.Just stepping into Studebaker’s is a fun experience.  Rock ‘n’ roll music from the fifty’s is playing and the food is absolutely fantastic.  Real food made from scratch – old-fashioned ice cream milkshakes and scrumptious burgers, salads, sandwiches and delights of all kinds await your dining pleasure.  The ‘look’ is a bit industrial with memorabilia on the walls and hanging from the ceiling!  A vintage tricycle in exquisite condition hung near our booth. . .
And a Sky King airplane, complete with Raggedy Ann at the controls, hung not far away.  (I couldn’t get a good shot of Raggedy Ann without climbing on something close to the ceiling, so I didn't even try – but I could see her!)
All around the room there were forty-five records hanging from the ceiling.  That definitely brought back memories for all of us who grew up playing them on our little record players.  We were curious – we wondered what songs were on all of those records hanging high above our heads.
Above the window into the kitchen – across from the vintage-topped counter and chrome stools – THE STUDEBAKER!  Gorgeous.  And yellow!
Even the ladies’ room was wonderful – all pink with black and white tiles on the floor.  In the corner, a huge vintage china cabinet FULL of original Barbie dolls, perfumes I remembered from the fifties, toys and pretty things any girl would have dreamed of back then.  I didn’t have my camera – or my cell phone – in there with me, so you will just have to imagine how wonderful it was!

If you ever find yourself in the Cashmere, Washington area – or Wenatchee or Leavenworth – it’s definitely worth the time and the drive to Apple Annie’s Antique Gallery and lunch at Studebaker’s.  Oh, and don’t forget to stop by the Aplets and Cotlets Gift Shop in downtown Cashmere.  You won’t be sorry you took time to visit this little town!