Musings of a Sojourning Septuagenarian

This song really struck home with me a couple weeks ago and I want to share it. Perhaps you’d like to listen to it first and then read a few thoughts. I hope you’re encouraged.

All of Our Tomorrows

This spinning world by Your own hand
Hurls ever on around the sun
The seasons march at Your command
The old departs, the new year comes
And though celestial is Your gaze
You search and care for all our ways
We offer up to You this day
And all of our tomorrows.

I am approaching my 2nd year as a septuagenarian. WOW! That’s a mouthful! Another year around the sun, means one year farther along in the aging process. What will this year hold? There’s no way of knowing, but I have a hunch it will involve more limitations. Gary used to say “old age isn’t for sissys” and he was twenty years younger than my current age when he said it. Our world “hurls ever on around the sun” and every living thing on it, past, present and future is decaying. I love the changing seasons for the beauty that comes with each one, but they bring decay as well. One thing I love to think about is the fact that God is “intimately acquainted with all my ways.” Psalm 139. He watches, He cares. My blog is called “I Have Been Young” The whole verse is “I have been young and now I am old and I have never seen the righteous forsaken or his descendants begging bread.” Psalm 37:25 For my new readers, I chose this theme because living through so many seasons as a Christian, I have seen God’s loving care up close and personal. Through various intensities and types of trials, He has never forsaken me or left me in the lurch. God has been faithful. Not because of any inherit righteousness in me, but because of the righteousness of His Son, Jesus Christ. He saved me by taking the punishment I deserve and substituting His perfect life for my sins becoming lord of my life. Have these 71 years been without trouble? No. Has the Lord been with me every step of the way? Absolutely.

May zealous youth and cautious age
Determine not the steps we choose
Great Shepherd, guide us through each day
Oh, how we want to follow You
Come Living Way, our way make clear
Let perfect love drive out our fear
Be Thou our vision, now and here
And all of our tomorrows

I love the phrasing, “zealous youth” and “cautious age.” Doesn’t that just say it all? I am definitely in the phase of life that is winding down. I move slower, I have to focus more, I try to be careful not to fall. But I am learning that aging is a good thing too. I may have some challenges to deal with, but that’s nothing new. They are just unique to these years and the Lord has put others in my life who love me and will help when needed. Will challenges increase year by year? Probably, but I have no need to fear the future because my Good Shepherd, my Living Way has got it covered. He is guiding me in the best way…for me.


When winter makes us reminisce
Of warmer days so distant now
Of cherished saints the sun once kissed
Whose beauty passed behind the clouds
Let all our fond and longing tears
Remind us we are pilgrims here
We trust You, Sovereign of our years
With all of our tomorrows

This is the verse that brings the tears. It reminds me of my Gary, husband, father, friend, “cherished saint who the sun once kissed whose beauty passed beyond the clouds.” It’s a great reminder that we are visitors, travelers, on a journey, and this is not our home. I need to be reminded of that. Having loved ones who have gone before to heaven is helping me loosen my grip on the things in this life that seemed so important in the past, and focus on what matters. I was just in a conversation last night about “windows of opportunity” and how to redeem the time while we can, however many tomorrows that includes. My prayer is that I can “SEIZE THE DAY” for God’s glory and keep trusting Him for direction.


Hands to the plow, we’re pressing on
And running hard to win the prize
Empowered by the love of God
With grace before and grace behind
For lo, what hope before us stands
You finish all that You began
Eternal joy is in Your hands
And all of our tomorrows

Words and music by Dave Fournier and Ryan Foglesong © 2020 Sovereign Grace Worship/ASCAP, Sovereign Grace Praise/BMI (adm. by Integrity Music). Sovereign Grace Music, a division of Sovereign Grace Churches. All rights reserved. CCLI # 7167554

“My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, My stronghold; I shall not be shaken. On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God. Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:5-8

Keeping the Brushes Wet

Time for a little update. I announced this on Instagram and Facebook, but I wanted to give more details here on my blog… I’ve reopened my Colors By Laurie artwork business. I can hardly believe it’s been 5 years since I’ve been selling my designs. I had taken a break so I could catch up on some family matters. I couldn’t give enough of myself to both my art business AND wrapping up what remained of my parents’ many interests, despite how organized they were. Thankfully, I was able to continue with painting here and there for the joy of it but having my business was just too much.

My life since Gary, (9 yrs ago) has been full and fulfilling. I do miss Gary but the Lord has helped me to find my place as a widow. There has been much to do, making new friends in my neighborhood, spending time with my old pals, attending special grandkids’ events, and continuing with the Alzheimer’s Dementia ministry at our church.

I’m offering some original paintings for now and hope to add some new prints and cards at some point. Last fall I participated in an art festival here in my community on a whim and I loved it. (See photo) I really enjoyed meeting people and seeing familiar friends and talking “art” with the other participants. I’m planning to do another one on June 1st.

I hope you’ll check out my Etsy shop at colorsbylaurie.etsy.com I’m just getting started so more paintings will be added as soon as they are complete. (If you are following me on Instagram or Facebook, I’ll let you know when there are new additions to my shop.) I presently have a couple on my drafting table that are in process.

Thanks for all the support and interest already. I love you people, and I’m really glad to be back at it!

Watercolor Journal: Sunset Joy!

Getting started.

I’ve always been hesitant to paint a colorful sunset. They intimidate me. I think to myself, “No one would believe it if I painted the colors as vibrant as they really are!” That was going to change.

Getting away to the central coast for a couple days requires bringing my supplies just in case there might be time for a sketch, or a painting, or at least the beginnings of a painting. My daughter and her girls had planned a short “end of summer” trip last week to Moonstone Beach for themselves and invited me along. How could I say “no"? The first night of two, the sunset was fairly simple with just a few low-lying clouds on the horizon, so I decided it was time to leave my comfort zone, and attempt my first sunset painting. Hoping to learn something new, I snapped some photos for reference. The next day, I busted out Vermilion, Crimson Red, and Orange-Yellow paint, which I typically use in small quantities for toning down a blue or green, but this time they would take center stage, straight from my palette. “Don’t be afraid to use color!” rang the memory of my mother’s coaching. I dove in and took her advice. I finished my painting at home a few days later, where I was able to use the masking fluid to block out the bright yellow sun-ball and edge of the clouds while I washed the skies with more bright red-orange. It’s always a bit of a thrill to peel off the masking material when finished, check out the contrast and find out if it worked.

This particular painting got me thinking about how humanly manufactured two-dimensional images whether a photograph or a painting, always fall short of capturing reality. It could be argued that they might evoke a certain “mood” or “feeling,” but even those are the same as being there. Being present in a scene is always better when one is within earshot of waves crashing, or breathing in the scents of sage and salty air. One’s peripheral vision catches a line of pelicans working their way along the shallow waters and we track them as they go by. So much to see, feel, hear, breathe.

I had a great time painting this scene and it was a learning experience. I tried to capture the view as best I could, and remind myself and others that the wonderful sights we see in creation point to their Creator. Our Creator. On Sunday morning we sang “From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea, Creations revealing Your majesty…Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name, You are amazing, God.” (by Chris Tomlin)

“You make the dawn and the sunset

shout for joy.” Psalm 65:8

Creation sings the Father’s song. He calls the sun to wake the dawn

And run the course of day ‘Til evening falls in crimson rays.

Hallelujah!

Let all creation stand and sing,

“Hallelujah!

Fill the earth with songs of worship,

Tell the wonders of creation’s King.

(Creation Sings by Keith Getty, Kristyn Getty, Stuart Townsend)

The 2nd night’s sunset was beyond description. These photos won’t do it justice but I have never seen a circular rainbow in one direction and then…in the same moment, turned around and seen a sky like this in the opposite direction. EVERYONE was out on the boardwalk, in the drizzle and in awe. I hope they were singing God’s praises as they took it all in. I know I was.

Precious Thoughts

Today is the 8th anniversary of Gary’s home-going to heaven. I spent it in Ventura because it’s a place we enjoyed together over the years. I chose this verse to reflect on while there.

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His godly ones” from Psalm 116.

So many times, we had walked around the harbor, and out to the point together. It’s different to go alone, but thoughts of the past went with me today. Those thoughts of all kinds are precious, even the not so pleasant ones. I value those years with Gary. I value the love he gave me. I miss how he “buffered” my ups and downs and made things not seem so important. I treasure his leadership in our family. My memories include walking through some harder times too. They are special to me as well for they were a useful tool of the Lord to grow us both closer to Him. Thoughts of Gary are precious to me.

BUT my recollections, though so very special to me, don’t compare to the Lord’s precious thoughts of love toward His beloved children.

“We love because He first loved us.”

1 John 4:19

“They shall not die prematurely; they shall be immortal till their work is done; and when their time shall come to die, then their deaths shall be precious. The Lord watches over their dying beds, smooths their pillows, sustains their hearts, and receives their souls. Those who are redeemed with precious blood are so dear to God that even their deaths are precious to Him.” C.H.Spurgeon, Treasury of David

Looking forward to this…..

Taliesin West

Ever since April’s family moved to the Phoenix area, she and I have wanted to visit Taliesin West, the winter home and desert laboratory of Frank Lloyd Wright in the foothills near Scottsdale. Last week we took the self-guided tour on a sunny, 102 deg. day. If you like architecture, art, and particularly FLW’s unique style, you may enjoy the photos.

Wright and his apprentices began building in 1937. It was a more like a “camp” in the beginning with no windows and open to the elements, which made sense in the cooler months. Windows and air conditioning were added over the years. He purposely chose natural, native materials in order to blend in with the landscape.


Wright’s “Whirling Arrow” Taliesin logo was based on a petroglyph found on property indicating the clasping hands of friendship

Wright's "Whirling Arrow"

The building designs were low to “embed” them in the desert landscape. The angles and triangular forms were reflective of the mountains in the background.


FLW’s office is an good example of his concept of “compression” when you enter a room… and “release” when you are inside. And check out that cool door!


The Family Room (Stock photo) Isn’t it lovely? Wright knew how to bring the outside in. This room is much larger than it looks. Wright’s “open concept” design was a break-away from the Victorian homes with their closed off individual rooms. All the furnishings were designed by Wright and the apprentices. The chair nicknamed the “origami chair” can be made from one sheet of plywood. The screen is a map of Taliesin West.


The Apprentice Studio had canvas panels on the ceiling to diffuse the desert sun. Later windows were added on the ceiling and sides. It was an inspiring space.


Wright’s signature redwood beams are everywhere. Note the beautiful rock/sand/cement work.


Cool drop leaf table in the Theater Room


The last four photos from 1950: My mom and dad stopped by Taliesin West on the way to Colorado during their honeymoon.

My dad’s journal reads…

February 3, 1950 Phoenix… “We had a noontime breakfast, then left for Frank Lloyd Wright’s home about 1:00 pm. The Arizona weather is very nice and we are enjoying the wildflowers along the roadside. We were a bit perturbed at the very contemporary sign directing visitors up the side road to Taliesin West and the message about no casual visitors. It was our honeymoon and we hoped Mr. Wright would understand. As it turned out there was at least a spark of the romantic behind his gruff manner when he came out to ask why we were photographing his architectural creation here in the heart of the Sun Country. He was accompanied by his most vicious looking dog, and this could be the hair-raising moment of our honeymoon. He did ask us not to bother any of the students as we made our way around the stone and wood structure, my camera in hand. Our visit was tempered by letting him know how we admired his work in the world of architecture. “Build of native materials, eh?” We could buy that! I wondered what he thought of the skies on top of our car. 4:00 pm and we were back in Phoenix, packed quickly and took off for Prescott.”


My mom snacks on the roadside the day they stopped at Taliesin West. A few years later, my dad would build a rock fireplace from golden rocks he found near Mammoth Lakes, California for my childhood home.

All in all, it was a very special time with April, and led to some sweet recollections of my mom and dad too!

If you would like to receive a copy of future posts in you email inbox, just subscribe underneath my photo on this page.

Seven Years Ago

In the perfect timing and plan of God, seven years ago today, surrounded by his family, my dear Gary’s soul left his temporary, earthly dwelling behind, took his final breath, and closed his eyes. He awakened in glory with our Lord, and is currently in His presence. We were privileged to see the earthly side of that amazing moment. His heart had been steadily beating since July 19, 1949 until his brain, crowded with the webs and tangles of Alzheimer’s dementia could no longer sustain life.

Over the years and even recently I have been asked why? Why Gary? Why at age 56 should he be stricken with this disease of “old age”? This is a question that many grieving people ask. I know widows that struggle with understanding. I don’t think I have ever questioned God as to the “whys” of our trial, but I do understand being burdened down with the weight of the loss and all the accompanying trials that came with it when it began sixteen years ago. For the nine years of Gary’s illness, I knew not how long it would last. The prospect of what would happen to us, at every new loss was daunting.

There is a simple answer to those “why” questions. We live in a fallen world. Just read Genesis 3 to see why the earth is cursed and dying. If we were in Adam and Eve’s place we would have fallen too. So death entered the world, people get sick and die. Some will be raised up to life in heaven with God in glory, and some to eternal separation from God and torment. I’m so thankful that God provided a solution for my sin in His son, Jesus who came to bear that “death penalty” in my place. I’ve thrown myself on His mercy and with gratitude thanked Him for His perfect life, and complete payment for my sins. I don’t deserve it. No one does. All I need do is entrust myself to His death and resurrection on my behalf.

Instead of asking “Why” I love thinking about what an older widow friend of mine said to me recently. “The way to walk through any trial with peace and joy is by abiding in Christ.” For those of us who trust in Jesus as our savior and Lord, this is what we imperfectly do by God’s grace. Gary’s life here was temporary and had an end but way back in 1971, when the Lord saved him, that’s when his real life began. Pastor John recently said that “our transformation at our salvation is much greater than our transformation when we die.” Our soul is changed from being dead, to being alive.

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.” 1 Peter 1:3-5

The Lord is continuing to sustain me even though alone and feeling my age a bit more. There is much to do, and my life is really full of opportunities to enjoy and serve. I am reminded of Gary almost daily by random things; a funny comment, a favorite movie, traits of his seen in ourdaughters and grandkids. But his best legacy to me is the love and faith he had in Christ. I know he is enjoying being with the Lord.

God’s Faithful Love

Not knowing today is the anniversary of Gary’s passing, earlier this week, a sweet neighbor gifted me a plumeria plant because she remembered I said Gary loved them. I had forgotten that conversation, but God remembered and prompted her to bless me. God is faithfully taking care of my heart and when I get discouraged or burdened with some of the hard Providences and challenges in my own life or the lives of those I know, He reminds me that He loves me with an everlasting love. This plumeria will be a special reminder of that when it leafs out and blooms.

Remembering Mom "She Shall Be Praised" (a repost)

A slightly edited repost:

I've been missing my mom for 8 years now. I pulled out her scrapbook this afternoon and enjoyed remembering her creativity, resourcefulness, and love for her Savior and for us. The last words I heard her say were in response to a sweet nurse who said "Good Luck, Louise!" as she was being taken to surgery. With a big smile, Mom said, "Oh, I don't need luck, honey. I have Jesus!" Within 48 hours, she was able to meet Him face to face.

I am praising my mom today, but beyond that, I'm praising and thanking the Lord, for saving her, and making her such a beautiful

"Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,

but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised."

Proverbs 31:30

Ella Louise Ransom was born in Chicago, Illinois September 1, 1922.  Her family had moved there when her father, Harold Huntsman, enrolled in the Wurlitzer school of Organ.  His dance band, “The Blue Melody Boys” had just broken up after five years of touring the southern states playing in the popular “dime-a-dance” halls.  Louise’s mom, Martha and her brother, Harold Jr., had been traveling with the band, and when Martha became pregnant with Louise, they decided to settle down to raise their family.

Six weeks later they moved to Decatur, Illinois, where her dad played pipe organ for silent films, and accompanied vaudeville acts on the piano. Her parents bought a nice home on a tree lined street, near the Baptist church that became their church home.  In 1926 her sister Emily was born.

At four years old, some of Louise’s artistic interest was emerging… Recently Louise wrote of this.  “Oh Mom!  She’s done it again!”  That was the plaintiff cry of a 9 year old boy whose 4 year old sister, Louise, had invaded his room in his absence and played with his paint set.  The multi-colored mess was convicting.  Mom said to Louise, “We’ve asked you more than once not to go into Harold’s room and you’ve disobeyed, so I’ll have to use the ping pong paddle.” “But mom, the colors are so pretty and if I mix 2 of them there’s another color!”   The ping pong paddle did its job.  Privately her parents wondered if she could have a natural talent.  The next Christmas, there was a paint box marked, “Louise” under the tree. 

In the late 20’s sound came to the movies, so her father lost his job at the theatre, and eventually they lost their home.  The Huntsmans were creative.  Louise’s parents built a hamburger stand and sold hamburgers, chili, ice cream, candy and pop…everything priced at 5 cents.  They also invented the Huntsman Candy Bar which they produced in the basement of their rented home and distributed to grocery stores all over town.  In 1931 with the Great Depression upon them, a band of gypsies traveling through town robbed their hamburger stand business at knife-point.  To add to the difficulties, Harold Sr. broke his rib and was no longer able to do the strenuous work required for producing the candy bars so they went out of business. 

Although growing up during the hardships of the “Great Depression” years, in her own words, Louise said “her childhood was extremely happy.  In the atmosphere of a joyful Christian family, the focus was on God-given blessings, faith in the Almighty, and always with gratitude, and a touch of humor.”

Louise’s grandma and aunt, who lived in Los Angeles, invited her family to come to California where there were more jobs available.  The Huntsmans headed west when Louise was 9 years old.  Trusting in God, they forged ahead with optimism.  The three kids saw it as a great adventure, and didn’t understand the hardship at the time.  While Louise’s dad attended Barber College with the plan of opening his own shop, Louise loved living with her grandma, who taught her to bake cookies, make pie dough, and do embroidery work. 

In 1935, her dad opened his business in L.A.  Louise was 12.  They lived in the one room apartment above the shop, and even though crowded they were happy days.  The kids would play on the sidewalk out front, or on the flat roof, where they had a pet duck, named Donald.  Louise said, “We had little materially, but ours was a loving, joyful family with faith in God and hope for our future.” 

Eventually they were able to buy a simple farm-style house just off Sunset in Hollywood.  It seemed like a palace to Louise, after living in the tiny apartment.  The Huntsmans loved people so the welcome mat was always out.  Their home was used for meetings, special events and big family dinners for years.  A grand piano was added and the sound of music filled the rooms for many years, as Harold Sr. continued to be a professional musician along with barbering. 

While in High School, Louise continued developing her skills with a paint brush, and her teachers noticed.  She took classes at Art Center College of Design as a high school student, and was awarded a scholarship to Otis Art Institute, where she attended the year after she graduated, in 1941.  She was offered a 2nd year scholarship but turned it down, in favor of a college education beginning with Los Angeles City College.  When World War II interrupted her college years, and she went to work for Lockheed Aircraft in Burbank as a technical illustrator until the end of the war.

In 1943 Louise joined Hollywood Presbyterian Church.  It was there under the teaching of Dr. Louis Evans, and discipled by Dr. Henrietta Mears, that she fell in love with the Word of God.   Even though raised in a Christian home and brought up in the truth, she had never before been challenged to study the Bible for herself.  At the end of the war, she attended a college retreat at Forest Home, that marked a major turning point in her life.   In her own words, “With the end of WW II one month earlier, I was faced with a dilemma: Should I continue with my good job at Lockheed Aircraft, or follow my dream of a college education with a major in art?  There were pros and cons on both sides.    Though I considered myself to be a Christian already, at the conference I was moved to commit my life to Christ, pray for guidance, and trust God to open doors.  Once back home, I learned it wasn’t too late to have my credits transferred from LA City College to UCLA and register for the fall semester.  I could afford it because UCLA was a no tuition school at the time, and I was able to find a part time job to help with college expenses.  My parents were supportive.  It seemed God’s will was now clear.  I was grateful and overjoyed!!

 “Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.”  Psalm 37:5 had new and personal meaning for her.

She graduated from UCLA in 1948.  She would be a Bruin for life much to the dismay of the USC fans in the family.  Her training in the art department would lead to a life-long passion for art and great pleasure in sharing her artwork with others.  She returned to technical illustrating at Lockheed along with free-lance jobs.  It was at Lockheed that she was to meet her one true love. 


Bill remembers meeting Louise…“We passed each other on a stairway and our eyes met.  A few weeks later we were introduced at the Lockheed Art Club exhibit.  I was supposed to take pictures of the winners in different categories so they could publish the results in the Lockheed Star newspaper.  Soon after we had our first date at a friend’s house.  It was dinner followed by viewing color slides of recent trips my friend and I had taken. I was attracted to her basic sweetness.  With Louise, it was always somebody else came first.”

They enjoyed ice skating lesson dates, dinner dates, and especially at a favorite restaurant on Riverside drive where they would talk about the Sunday sermon. 

They were married at Hollywood Presbyterian Church on February 3, 1950. 

Shortly after getting married, they spent a brief time in Menlo Park in the bay area. Bill remembers taking drives along the 17 Mile Drive along the coastline and take pictures.  Louise made paintings from some of Bill’s photographs of the windswept trees and the winds blowing off the ocean.  One such painting was a gift for her brother, and now belongs to her granddaughter, April.

For the next 34 years their home was in La Crescenta, California.  Their church home was La Crescenta Baptist Church.  They were blessed with two children, Laurie and Paul.  While raising their family they enjoyed many vacations in Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks and grew to love the beauty of God’s creation in that part of the country.  Louise enjoyed getting close to nature, hiking through the back country far away from the crowds.  The fact that she was a good sport made her a perfect wife for Bill who introduced her to backpacking, snow skiing, and camping.  She often brought along her sketchpad and paints and made these family adventures such fun with her cheerful attitude and willing spirit.  She would help her kids collect rocks, pine cones, and wildflowers to be pressed in the old Sears catalog she brought along.  Later they would be made into greeting cards.  She was curious about everything and always wanted to understand and learn.

In his late teens, Paul was killed in a driving accident.  This was a very painful time for Bill and Louise but they sought to find the purposes of God in the loss of their son.  A memorial fund was established to help provide rooms in a conference facility at Hume Lake Christian Camps which gave a small glimpse into the good that can come from a tragic situation.  The peace that passes understanding was given to them. 

Mom was a problem solver.  She could figure out anything.  I think this helped her with her homemaking skills, but more especially with teaching me to balance my checkbook, cooking, baking, and sewing.  No one made better pie dough, and when asked she’d say, ‘Oh, I just follow the recipe in the Betty Crocker Cookbook.” 

She was a very good listener.  I could solve most of my problems by “running them by mom.”  I think her occasional questions would help me come to a good solution.  Her creativity was everywhere.  Every Christmas she and my father designed original, personal Christmas cards.  As a kid I remember seeing the two of them silk screening the cards and they’d be laying all over drying between color runs.    For one birthday party, she made eight Barbie doll outfits for party favors. Her artistic touch permeated our home.  Beautiful paintings, hand sewn tablecloths and clothes.  She illustrated titles for my dad’s many films.  But the best thing about my mom was the way she loved Jesus.  She tried her hardest to live for Him.  She was everything a mother should be.  Compassionate, encouraging, resourceful, patient, a good teacher and so fun.

Louise became a grandma twice.  Sarah and April adored her.  Their strongest memory of Grandma is her joyful smile.  “She radiated joy in all seasons of life, knowing that God works all things together for good.  Grandma was FUN!  Whether bouncing on the trampoline, trying to teach us to “Charleston”, mailing us picture letters, or showing us a new parlor game, she loved to laugh and have fun with us.”  Sarah said, “Grandma was the most thankful person I have ever known.  She gave thanks for all things and saw God’s hand in each provision.  





As a Christian woman, Grandma grew more and more fervent in her love for God and His word.  Even into her 90’s, she studied her Bible diligently and shared God’s truth with others.  I want to be like her when I grow up.” April loves how Grandma never had a sense of entitlement.  Also, she always wanted to know about April and her family.  “I want the details” Grandma would say.  She admired that as a senior, Grandma never coasted spiritually, actively pursuing sanctification and knowing Christ more.” 

Bill and Louise retired to Bozeman, Montana in 1984 and spent 26 years, just north of Yellowstone.  It was a delightful location 20 minutes from town, with plenty of wildlife, wildflowers, and beautiful views of the Gallatin Valley.  They attended Grace Bible Church in town.  Louise hosted ladies groups so the new women could get acquainted with other ladies, and brought meals to those who were sick.  Eventually they moved into town and she attended a weekly ladies bible study in the neighborhood.  Their years in Montana were full of photography, paintings, craft fairs and art shows. 

She produced close to 100 paintings while living there.  When asked about her talent, she humbly said, “All creativity comes from God, and because we are made in His image, everyone is creative in one way or another.”

While living in Montana, Sarah and April both got married, and Louise became a great-grandma eight times over.   She absolutely LOVED each one, even though four of them were across the country in Florida.  Her great grandkids remember her as joyful no matter what.  When she could, she would read to them from the worn out Disney story book that she read to their mommies and grandma many years before.  “da Tar Baby” was the favorite of all.

In 2011 the Ransoms moved to California right across the street from Gary and Laurie.  They gave up their beautiful Montana to be near the family.  These last three years brought many physical limitations upon Louise.  Arthritis, failing eyesight, poor hearing, and heart problems, plagued her, but she didn’t complain, and nothing stole her joy and optimism.  She found satisfaction in simple pleasures like an email from an old friend, getting to know and love her caregivers, and reading her Bible.  Her love for Bill continued to deepen especially over the last few years. 

 "Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised."

Proverbs 31:30

In

"Dementia Caregiving From a Biblical Perspective" Book Review

Are you walking the path of dementia care? May I introduce you to one of my favorite books on caregiving. It would have been a big help when Gary and I were on our dementia journey but it wasn’t written yet.

Dorothy Gable was the primary caregiver for her mother. She had no medical training or experience (that I'm aware of), yet she has captured the essence of her role as she sought to provide the most pleasant life possible for her mom. After her mom went to heaven, Mrs. Gable turned her experience into a valuable tool for those of us embarking on or in the middle of a caregiving journey with a loved one. As a Christian woman, she chose to care for her mom with attitudes and actions based on God’s “care plan”, as revealed in His Word, for those who need our help. This book is easily readable, highly footnoted, and filled with personal illustrations (including others' stories) and medical explanations in layman’s terms. Pertinent scriptures are sprinkled throughout. The entire journey is covered, starting with a comparison of normal brain aging vs dementia, all the way through to the end.

In simple terms, the author describes the multiple things that can cause dementia, including but not limited to deficiencies and imbalances, and drug interactions, and depression, but she zeros in on the most common diseases that cause dementia. These are Alzheimer’s Disease, Vascular Cognitive Impairment, Frontotemporal Dementia, and Lewy Body Dementia.

An entire chapter explains what is happening to the brain in each of the 4 main diseases complete with diagrams and personal examples.

“How to be a Traveling Companion with Someone Who Has Dementia”

Most of the book is devoted to the Dementia Journey itself, giving the reader a detailed feel for what to expect and consider. Whether you are your loved one’s full or part time caregiver, or responsible for arranging their care, you will benefit from the author’s compassionate heart and thorough research. She has broken down the “journey” into chapters describing the various stages, early-mild, middle-moderate and late-severe, wherein the effects of the common diseases are described. If you already know your loved one’s diagnosis, you can skip to that part and get right to the most pertinent information, whether things to be aware of and consider, hard decisions, and the joys and sorrows associated with each stage. You can read ahead to be ready for the next stages.


Catch the author’s tone and emphasis…

  • “Leaning on the Lord, we continue to make the best use of our time with our loved one (Ephesians 5:16). We have her with us for a little while longer. Let us focus on what remains not on what’s lost; let us dig deeper with God, strengthening our faith; and let us not miss those opportunities God brings our way to share the light of Christ in a dark world in the midst of the dementia journey.” p.193

It has been a few years since the end of our own nine year dementia journey for my husband, Gary and I. He is now in glory with His Savior, and I have continued in our church’s caregivers ministry. Between our experiences, and those of others I know, I wholeheartedly recommend this book. It will be a huge help and encouragement on your way, both practically and spiritually.


A few random quotes from the book…

  • “Avoid making decisions out of guilt…I had to accept the fact that my home was not the best place for my mother.” p.145

  • “We need to discover and focus on what she can still do.” p.120

  • “If our loved one is at a loss to explain sudden intense feelings of sorrow or joy, we can affirm his emotions. Remember, we should “rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep” (Romans 12:15). Rely on the Holy Spirit to help us come alongside. We can walk with him through the sudden emotional swings. He doesn’t have to explain why he is sad.” p.128

  • “Capitalize on his times of awareness to discuss important decisions.” p.135

  • “Even though Mom had been happy to give her car to her granddaughter, she still talked about missing it. We acknowledged her feelings and agreed it was hard to let the car go. I set aside my feelings of guild, and commiserated with her over the loss of her car. As time went on, she mentioned the car less and less.” p.142

  • “Empathize with her feelings of loss of independence and find ways to maintain her dignity, but don’t back down. Find alternate solutions for her transportation needs.” p. 141

  • About the patience we will need…“Patience, also known as steadfastness and endurance, refers to continuing on through difficult circumstances. As we know the goal and follow a set course, we continue to love her through all the changes. Even while suffering long, we choose to respond in love. We wait for her to put on her socks, providing aid only if she seems to be struggling and would like our assistance. We answer question again just as if this was the first time she asked. We answer her question again just as if this was the first time she asked it! We ignore snide comments or insults and continue with the need of the moment. Through all this, Christ, who endured more than we could ever imagine, will sustain us. We ask Him to share His love for our loved one with us. We patiently persist, knowing love conquers all.” p.153

  • Regarding safety concerns…“Poor lighting, lack of color contrast,, clutter, noise, and chaos of the home could be triggering some behaviors. The goal is to reduce anxiety and agitation by altering her environment. Some possible accommodations are: covering mirrors, reducing excess glare of dark shadows, labeling or removing family photographs, reducing noise or clutter, and reducing tripping hazards (such as low furniture or loose throw rugs).” p.172

  • Seeking the best possible care…“Sometimes, as the primary caregiver, you have to make an unpopular decision.” p.192

  • “Christ called us to love Him with all our hearts and to love others as we love ourselves. We can, and God will enable us to do this since love is a decision of the will. We move beyond feelings. Love acts for the other person in all circumstances…..We seek to find our ‘new’ loved one, to discover his current likes, dislikes, good times, capabilities, and skills. We seek to learn his new language, perceiving the messages he sends us with his body language, looks and tone of voice.” p.155

For more book of my book reviews click HERE

(NOTE: If you would like to receive posts directly by email, just sign up on this page where it says “Follow by email.” I will never share your email address elsewhere.)

Snowplows, Pizza and Happy Anniversary to Me

The Ransoms

I was 18 months old the first time my parents strapped a pair of snow skis on my feet.  You would think that growing up skiing I’d have been a better skier but I guess I never knew I was supposed to keep getting better, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun!  My dad really worked hard to save up vacation time and $$ for our ski trips and I’m thankful.

My Dad,

the Ski Instructor

My dad, Bill Ransom, taught many people to ski, besides my brother and I.  Hearing my daughters and their husbands giving instruction and tips to my grandkids brought back fond memories.  I could hear my dad’s voice again, saying “If you fall and your skies come off, get your skies perpendicular to the hill and put your lower ski on first.” 

Dad, giving tips to my friend Jenni and I at June Mountain. 1969

My mom, encouraging my brother and I to use our turns to control our speed, called back over her shoulder, “Follow me down the hill and turn where I turn.”  At lunch, Dad would let me put my hands on his coffee cup to warm them.  My brother, Paul and I would look for unmarked powder snow on the edge of the runs that we could leave our tracks in.

The Prices

When Gary and I married, exactly 47 years ago today, (HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME), Gary wanted to learn to ski and we went on a skiing honeymoon.  Being more competitive than me, and much more athletic, he learned fast and soon passed me up.  We honeymooned for two weeks, and by the time we came home, he was zipping down the runs like he’d been skiing for years. 

When the Lord gave us our two girls, we enjoyed teaching them to ski. 

Sarah 6 yrs at Mammoth

April 4.5 yrs at Mammoth

The Doughertys

&

The Andersons

For Christmas, our family got together in Arizona to celebrate, but a few days before that, we spent a day at the Arizona Snowbowl.  We shared the day with another family too, so there was a total of 15 skiers, 2 snowboarders, and 2 grandmas with their cameras to take pics.  History repeated itself, as some learned to ski or snowboard for the first time, and some improved their skills and speed.  It was so fun to watch the improvement over the hours and hear reports of small victories and large strides forward.  Whether navigating “getting on the lift” smoothly, figuring out how to “walk” in ski boots, how to slow down, get some air, turn, or stop without crashing into someone, everyone had their stories to tell at lunch. 

(L to R) Nate D, Julia D, Micah A, Lauren D, Me, Miles A, April A, Derek A, Jon A, Owen A, Grant D, Sarah D, Ryan D at Arizona Snowbowl

Julia and Ryan

Micah and Jon

Owen and April

A Different Kind of Day

For multiple reasons I stayed off the skis this time so it was a different kind of day for me… but SO FUN! I loved walking around by the Bunny Slope watching everyone learn and improve. The day was nostalgic and a total blessing to my heart. The Lord was kind to give us such a sweet day, with no serious injuries, beautiful weather and great company. I was happy to get to know Diane (the grandma of the Dodd family) better as we held down the fort collecting the extra jackets, hats and paraphernalia shed as the day got warmer. It’s been 25+ years since I went skiing and changes are obvious.  New to me…Helmets!  Snowboards!  People-Mover-Sidewalk-Conveyor-Belts instead of Rope Tows!  “Pizza” stance instead of “Snow Plow” stance! But some things never change.   The snow squeaks and scrunches in the tread of snow boots.  Fresh cold air makes cheeks rosy.  It’s still hard to keep track of all your equipment. Friendly strangers on the sun deck happily share space at their tables.  The day ends with pizza, and on the way home, the skiers laugh, tell stories and make plans for the next trip.   

As always, I love to hear back from you if you have a comment!

 

Cylinders, Tablets and Kings

FIRST… 2 ITEMS:

  • IF YOU’RE RECEIVING THIS POST BY EMAIL SUBSCRIPTION AND IT'S HARD TO READ… Scroll to the bottom and click “Read in Browser.”

  • IF WANT TO SUBSCRIBE FOR EMAIL DELIVERY OF THESE POSTS? Find my photo at side or bottom of post. Sign up at “Follow by Email.”


IMG_0933.jpg

I’ve been slowly working my way through the Bible chronologically.  I’m allowing myself time to take the side roads, occasionally stopping to investigate a detail. A few weeks ago, when reading the book of Daniel, I came across something that prompted my curiosity.  The section about King Belshazzar reminded me of something I saw in the British Museum during my trip to England in 2016.   I love digging in to historical details, so it fascinated me, so I’m sharing here for those who are interested in such things.

Daniel

Daniel was a devout young Hebrew who was deported to Babylon during the “70 year captivity” period of Israel (605-536 BC).  He was a specially chosen young man, for the purpose of training/brainwashing in Babylonian ways in order to help assimilate the Jews into the culture.  He rose to the level of a statesman, but never denied his Hebrew God, who gifted him with the ability to interpret dreams and make prophesies.   

The book of Daniel, a largely a prophetic book, was written in the 6th century BC, and contains details about current and future world kingdoms.  (kingdoms of Babylon and Persia during Daniel’s lifetime, and kingdoms of Greece in the 3rd century BC, and Rome in the 2nd century BC).  Some have discounted prophesies in Daniel claiming the book was written centuries later with the content changed to match the actual history.   The story of King Belshazzer in Chapter 5 has been used to support this erroneous view.     

King Belshazzer

Remember the “Writing on the Wall” king?  In 539 BC, King Nebuchadnezzer, had died, and his heir Belshazzar had become king.  Belshazzar threw a great feast and during the party, a mysterious hand wrote three words on the wall.  “Mene, Tekel and Peres” No one could figure out their significance.  Belshazzar turned to the prophet Daniel, now an old man, and promised the royal treatment including elevation to a position of “3rd in the kingdom” if he could explain the meaning.  Daniel gave the interpretation, paraphrased, “Your kingdom has been numbered and weighed and found wanting.  It is ending, and will be given to the Medes and the Persians.” That night Belshazzar was killed and the Medes took over Babylon. 

So what’s the problem?

Why did Belshazzar offer Daniel 3rd position in the kingdom?  Why not 2nd?   Why does this even matter?  Because some critics of the Bible had pointed to “Belshazzar” a name unknown to historians as a reason to doubt the authenticity of the book of Daniel, claiming the facts were wrong.  In fact, all artifacts and records, including Heroditus’ writing 100 years later, had pointed to Nabonidus as the last king of Babylon.  “…historians believed that the book of Daniel was written in the 2nd century BC and redacted back to the 6th century BC and included a “legendary” king, Belshazzar.   But the Bible says “That same night Belshazzar was slain. So Darius the Mede received the kingdom, making Belshazzar the last king of Babylon. (The Bible in the British Museum 18)

A Discovery

IMG_0089a.JPG

In 1854 archeologist, J.G.Taylor, discovered the Nabonidus cylinders/barrels at the Ziggurat at Ur (modern day Iraq).  In cuneiform writing, King Nabonidus mentions his son, Belshazzar.  This is one of the artifacts we saw at the British Museum a few years ago.  (See my photo.)

"As for me, Nabonidus, king of Babylon, save me from sinning against your great godhead and grant me as a present a life-long of days, and as for Belshazzar, the eldest son -my offspring- instill reverence for your great godhead in his heart and may he not commit any cultic mistake.” 

So Belshazzar, existed historically, and was not a legend.  In fact he was in the royal line as grandson of King Nebuchadnezzer. 

Another Artifact

IMG_0091a.JPG

Sometime prior to 1879, the Nabonidus Chronicle tablet was discovered.  It records the activities of King Nabonidus.  Notably, he went to Arabia for the last 10 years of his life, leaving his son, to rule Babylon in his place.  Combining the cylinder with this tablet, we can conclude that Nabonidus (1st) and Belshazzar (2nd) were co-regents. Therefore Daniel was made 3rd.  Daniel’s prophesies were not written after the fact, but indeed back in the 6th century BC.   

Ripple Effect 

If Daniel’s prophesies of Greece and Rome were fulfilled after the book was written, that verifies its other prophesies that have not yet been fulfilled but will be, just as sure as the Greeks followed the Romans centuries later than Daniel’s prophesy predicted.

I never doubted the book of Daniel being accurate, and prophetic, but isn’t this info cool?   I love the details of Scripture and how relatively new archeological discoveries confirm the accuracy of the Word of the Living God.  A personal note:  the main thing that drew my husband Gary into saving faith, was the fulfilled prophesies in the Bible.  They helped him see that if God’s Word could predict future events, hundreds of centuries away, that turned out to be historically accurate, it must be taken as true from cover to cover, including its condemnation of sin, and offer of forgiveness through faith in Christ.   

Daniel said,

“Let the name of God be blessed forever and ever,

For wisdom and power belong to Him.

It is He who changes the times and the epochs;

He removes kings and establishes kings;

He gives wisdom to wise men

And knowledge to men of understanding.

It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things;

He knows what is in the darkness,

And the light dwells with Him.

To You, O God of my fathers,

I give thanks and praise,

For You have given me wisdom and power’

Even now You have made known to me what we have requested of You,

For You have made known to us the king’s matter.” Daniel 2:20-23

Watercolor Journal: Older is the New Younger

for+blog.jpg

“What’s the hardest thing about aging?”  The question caught me off guard. 

My response: “Hmmm…no one’s asked me that before.  I’ll have to think about it.”

The context was a discussion with a young woman about how to help some older folks in our church, but I am aging too so my answer to her came from my own experiences.  I’m a 67 year old widow, living in a senior community, with more years behind me than in front of me.  Though I wouldn’t think of myself as a gerontology expert, I do fit the mold, so here goes.   

If I had to roll up aging difficulties into one word it would be LOSS. 

If we live long enough, we will lose health, hearing, vision, joint flexibility, sleep and the ability to bounce back quickly.  I’m unable to help in the ways I used to.  I’ve already noticed the parent/child roles reversing, as my kids have begun looking out for me more.  More than likely, I will progressively lose independence, when multitasking becomes more difficult, sharp memories fade, and at some point, I may need to surrender my driver’s license.  I would suggest the most difficult loss during these years would be having to say goodbye to people.  Five years ago, I lost my husband and my parents.  Since then I’ve been to multiple funerals of friends in my peer group. I’m losing time too.  There are not enough hours or days left to complete every travel dream or finish special projects.  These days there’s a lot of talk about “making memories.”  I hope I don’t lose them too, but I might.  There are plenty of threats to long term memories accompanying old age. 

BUT!  HOLD ON! 

Losses are real, but aging comes with HUGE gains! 

God promises in Psalm 92 that The righteous man (the one who has put his faith in Christ) will flourish like a palm tree, he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.” (v.12)  Did you know that Cedrus libani grows to 130 feet with an 8 foot diameter trunk?  It lives on rocky hillsides, and exudes strength.

How does a believer grow strong over the years? How do his roots go down deep into the rocks so he can flourish and grow?  Being “Planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God.” (v.13)  In order to thrive we must stay close to the Lord, dwelling with Him, hanging on tight to Him and enjoying His qualities of faithfulness, love, justice and strength and more.  He did the planting, we stay close and believe what He says in His word.

img043.jpg

Consider this…

“If we ever really grow in the courts of the Lord’s house we must be planted there, for no tree grows in God’s garden self-sown; once planted of the Lord, we shall never be rooted up, but in his courts we shall take root downward, and bring forth fruit upward to his glory forever.” C. H. Spurgeon

Once planted, there’s fruit to be born but it’s the mature fruit tree that bears the fruit.  They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green,” (v.14) When my husband was sick with dementia, and his body and mind were failing it was a tremendous comfort to know that his inner soul, who he was, the real Gary, was being renewed every day.  This is true.  Do you believe it?  If you are a believer, God, who saved you, has promised that He will continue His work in both of us until the day of promise.  In those discouraging moments, when I am not able to crouch down and paint the baseboards, or remember someone’s name, or drive long distances after dark, I MUST take God at His word.  There are years behind me of experiences when I was given opportunity to trust Him and flex joyfully with His will. I have seen His good hand at work in my life, leading and guiding, and He has proven He is trustworthy.  He keeps his promises just like this one “…though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day.”  2 Cor. 4:16

Photo+Mar+05%2C+3+39+12+PM.jpg

Over the last year, I’ve been able to spend time in ministry with other widows who are older than me.  I’ve observed these senior saints dealing with difficulties surrounding the Covid issues with trusting acceptance and flexibility.  I long to follow their example.

Spurgeon says it better than I can…

“Aged believers possess a ripe experience, and by their mellow tempers and sweet testimonies they feed many.  Even if bedridden, they bear the fruit of patience; if poor and obscure, their lowly and contented spirit becomes the admiration of those who know how to appreciate modest worth.  Grace does not leave the saint when the keepers of the house do tremble; the promise is still sure though the eyes can no longer read it; the bread of heaven is fed upon when the grinders fail; and the voice of the Spirit in the soul is still melodious when the daughters of music are brought low.  Blessed be the Lord for this!  Because even to hoar hairs he is the I AM, who made his people, he therefore bears and carries them.”  C. H. Spurgeon

My prayer and purpose especially in these later years is “to declare that the LORD is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.”(v.15)  Why wouldn’t I be peaceful with His goodness nourishing my roots every day until He calls me home?    

“Every aged Christian is a letter of commendation to the immutable fidelity of Jehovah.”  C. H. Spurgeon

The gains of the elderly in Christ far outweigh the losses.  Praise God for that!

Cedars of Lebanon painting inspired by Psalm 92:12-15

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,
they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
planted in the house of the Lord,
they will flourish in the courts of our God.
They will still bear fruit in old age,
they will stay fresh and green,
proclaiming, “The Lord is upright;
he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.”

I Took My Memories to the Poppies

Photo May 13, 11 22 34 AM.jpg

I took my memories to the poppies today.  It’s been five years since Gary went to heaven and I went for a drive to reflect on Gary’s life.  The fields were pretty well finished blooming, except for a couple of little clumps here and there, but I didn’t know that when I left home.  Turns out, the poppies would have little impact, as there were to be other blessings in store.  Gary was allergic to poppies anyway!  My day began with grabbing a water bottle, hand sanitizer and a mask, just in case. I filled my tank and headed out. 

Once on the freeway, I turned off the ubiquitous and unsettling news and wondered what CD’s were loaded.  I don’t think I’ve played a CD in the car for at least a year. I hit the Play button and to my surprise, one of our favorite albums began.  It became a sweet reminder of so much as I drove north on the 14.  By the third song, I had a smile on my face.  (Click arrow to play, but you must open it in your browser if viewing from an email. There’s a link at the end of your email to “Read in browser”)

Photo May 13, 11 19 44 AM.jpg

Day by day - Day by Day
Oh, Dear Lord three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day

Truly, this was the cry of Gary’s heart, since he became a follower of Jesus and he inspired me to want to know Jesus better too. 

I love Track 5.  It’s taken from Psalm 103.  It catalogues the benefits God freely gives to His children.  I remember singing this song with Gary the year we got engaged.  Those were such happy days, and we had so much fun goofing around together.  Gary’s joy ran deep.  Being a relatively new Christian compared to me, he inspired me to look at Jesus and the benefits of salvation with fresh eyes. 

Photo May 13, 11 10 03 AM.jpg

Oh bless the Lord my soul!
His praise to thee proclaim!
And all that is within me join,
To bless His holy name!

Oh bless the Lord my soul!
His mercies bear in mind!
Forget not all His benefits,
The Lord, to thee, is kind.

He will not always chide
He will with patience wait
His wrath is ever slow to rise
And ready to abate.

Oh bless the lord my soul!

He pardons all thy sins
Prolongs thy feeble breath
He healeth thine infirmities
And ransoms thee from death.
He clothes thee with his love
Upholds thee with his truth
And like an eagle he renews
The vigor of thy youth.

Then bless His holy name
Whose grace hath made thee whole
Whose love and kindness crowns thy days.
Oh bless the lord
Bless the lord my soul
Oh bless the lord my soul!

Photo May 13, 11 17 05 AM.jpg

I know this album so well that I was already humming “All for the Best” as soon as Bless the Lord ended.  The happy “vaudeville” type music almost makes you forget the wonderful and rather serious lyrics.  I’ve commented on Gary’s contentment before, in fact it’s my favorite quality of his.  No matter what difficulty he was encountering, he found his way to being content.  It wasn’t always automatic, but he had his way of trusting God through anything. 

Just look at the words before you listen to this very fast song.  They remind me of David’s thoughts in Psalm 73.

When you feel sad…or under a curse
Your life is bad…Your prospects are worse
Your wife is sighing, crying
And your olive tree is dying.
Temples are graying!
And teeth are decaying!
Credit is weighing your purse!


Your mood and your robe…are both a deep blue.
You'd bet that Job…had nothing on you!
Ah, don't forget that when you get to Heaven you'll be blessed!
Yes, it's all for the best!

Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please, richer than the bees are in honey.
Never growing old, never feeling cold, pulling pots of gold from thin air!
The best in every town, best at shaking down, best making mountains of money.
They can't take it with them, but what do they care?


They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seat, houses on the street where it's sunny.
Summers at the sea, winters warm and free, all of this and we get the rest!
But who is the land for, the sun and the sand for?
You guessed, it's all for the best!

Photo May 13, 11 20 00 AM.jpg

 

I believe I was driving safely when this next song ended, even though I had tears in my eyes.  We chose “All Good Gifts” to be sung at our wedding. There was so much to be thankful and happy about that day. It’s easy to be thankful for God’s good gift of provision of our needs, and “all things bright and good.”  and yet there’s nothing I can give to repay Him for the material and spiritual bounty He gave to us. All I have to offer is a “humble, thankful heart.”  So enjoy with me this simple song of thanks.

(My necklace shows part of an etched note Gary wrote to me many years ago. Our daughters had it made for me to wear at Gary’s memorial service.)

 We plow the fields and scatter the good seed on the land
But it is fed and watered by God's almighty hand.
He sends us snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain
The breezes and the sunshine and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us, are sent from Heaven above
So thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord for all His love.

 We thank Thee then, O Father, for all things bright and good
The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, our food.
No gifts have we to offer for all Thy love imparts
But that which Thou desirest, our humble thankful hearts.

All good gifts around us, are sent from Heaven above
So thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord for all His love.

I went to the poppy fields to remember that my husband is in the presence of the Lord.  Gary Price is fully righteous with no lingering sin to fight against, completely joyful with no sorrow that comes with parting or loss, energized with a perfect purpose, having much to do in order to serve, love and get to know his Savior better and better. God gives darker gifts too. Pain, loss, trials of all kinds. But I know this. Because God loved me, He saved me.  He gave His Son to purchase me, pardon my sins and make me His own. He would therefore NEVER give me anything that is not good for me.

“He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?” Romans 8:32

Photo May 13, 11 21 08 AM.jpg

The loss of Gary has caused many good gifts in my life. A closer relationship with Jesus, greater bond with family and friends, a longing for heaven, opportunities to help others, strengthened trust, revealing of idols in my heart, to name a few. “All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above.”  So somewhere between Crown Valley and Palmdale, I did two things at once. (three if you count driving)  I grieved the loss of my husband WHILE I was singing and thanking God for taking Gary away.  I was reminded that nothing can steal my joy away, not even the loss of my precious best friend, Gary. 

My prayer is

to “see Thee more clearly, love Thee more dearly, follow Thee more nearly, day by day.”

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  Romans 8:38-39

“…every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights…” James 1:17

 

Photo May 13, 11 12 46 AM.jpg

(If you would like to subscribe to email delivery of these blog posts, you can sign up at the box near my photo. On phone: at end of post. On computer: at upper right side of post.)

Helen Keller vs Tarzan of the Apes

IMG_4517.png

When my granddaughter began studying American Sign Language in High School I remembered the autobiography I’d bought at a used bookstore and decided to read The Story of My Life by Helen Keller.  How painful to lose sight and hearing at the age of 19 months.  Without hearing, speech was likewise impossible.  Her challenges and accomplishments are familiar to everyone and it was fascinating to read her life story in her own words.  (PHOTO: Lauren signs the sign for sign.)



For my next book, I sought a completely different genre.  I had read Tarzan of the Apes as a young teen and enjoyed the movies, though not much like the book, with Johnny Weissmuller in the lead. He was a five time Olympic gold medal winner for swimming which suited him for the role. While reading Tarzan, it occurred to me that Helen and Tarzan had a few things in common, but with one major difference that is worth celebrating. (VIDEO: the famous Tarzan yell)

The biggest difference between them is FACT vs FICTION of course, but if you hang in there with me, I hope this will be fun to think about without too many spoilers.

Both Helen Keller and Tarzan were born in the 1880s, Helen in northern Alabama, Tarzan in the wilds of Africa where his parents had been abandoned by mutineers while traveling to a new post in British West Africa. The Kellers loved Helen, and the Claytons (Lord and Lady Greystoke) loved their baby who would be called Tarzan. The Claytons had high hopes for their son to grow and learn.

from “Tarzan of the Apes”

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

“In his leisure Clayton read, often aloud to his wife, from the store of books he had brought for their new home. Among these were many for little children--picture books, primers, readers--for they had known that their little child would be old enough for such before they might hope to return to England.” (Chapter 3 TOTA)

But everything went wrong when they died unexpectedly. (I’ll leave that part to your curiosity.) Their tiny infant boy was left alone and vulnerable.   

 “For a long time no sound broke the deathlike stillness of the jungle midday save the piteous wailing of the tiny man-child.” (Chapter 3 TOTA)

 Thankfully for our fictional protagonist, Tarzan is taken by a great ape named Kala who raises him with the ape-tribe where he grew to be king of the apes.

What does this fictional character, raised by apes, who could see, hear and make sounds, but with no knowledge of human words or customs have to do with Helen Keller?

from “The Story of my life”

by helen Keller

“In the dreary month of February, (aged 19 months) came the illness which closed my eyes and ears and plunged me into the unconsciousness of a new-born baby. They called it acute congestion of the stomach and brain. The doctor thought I could not live. Early one morning, however, the fever left me as suddenly and mysteriously as it had come. There was great rejoicing in the family that morning, but no one, not even the doctor, knew that I should never see or hear again.

I fancy I still have confused recollections of that illness. I especially remember the tenderness with which my mother tried to soothe me in my waling hours of fret and pain, and the agony and bewilderment with which I awoke after a tossing half sleep, and turned my eyes, so dry and hot, to the wall away from the once-loved light, which came to me dim and yet more dim each day. But, except for these fleeting memories, if, indeed, they be memories, it all seems very unreal, like a nightmare.” (Chapter 2 SOML)

 Five years passed as Helen tried to make sense of her world, trying her best to communicate with her family.  She recognized things by smell and touch, but was locked in to her dark silent world.

“Gradually I got used to the silence and darkness that surrounded me and forgot that it had ever been different, until she came—my teacher--who was to set my spirit free.

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old. Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was. "Light! give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.” (Chapter 2 SOML)

The world was opening to Helen, now that she had someone to show her the way.  But what of Tarzan?  Throughout his youth, Tarzan revisited his parents’ cabin in the jungle, intrigued by the strange items inside.  His visits there engaged his mind in ways the jungle could not for the members of his ape-tribe, he was a human. 

“....he was anxious to return to the cabin and continue his investigations of its wondrous contents…He commenced a systematic search of the cabin; but his attention was soon riveted by the books which seemed to exert a strange and powerful influence over him, so that he could scarce attend to aught else for the lure of the wondrous puzzle which their purpose presented to him.” (Chapter 7 TOTA)

Once he discovered the children’s books Tarzan was forced to make deductions for himself with no one to help. 

His little face was tense in study, for he had partially grasped, in a hazy, nebulous way, the rudiments of a thought which was destined to prove the key and the solution to the puzzling problem of the strange little bugs. (The letters looked like bugs to him.)

In his hands was a primer opened at a picture of a little ape similar to himself, but covered, except for hands and face, with strange, colored fur, for such he thought the jacket and trousers to be. Beneath the picture were three little bugs—BOY.  And now he had discovered in the text upon the page that these three were repeated many times in the same sequence.

Another fact he learned--that there were comparatively few individual bugs; but these were repeated many times, occasionally alone, but more often in company with others. Slowly he turned the pages, scanning the pictures and the text for a repetition of the combination B-O-Y. Presently he found it beneath a picture of another little ape and a strange animal which went upon four legs like the jackal and resembled him not a little. Beneath this picture the bugs appeared as: A BOY AND A DOG. There they were, the three little bugs which always accompanied the little ape.

And so he progressed very, very slowly, for it was a hard and laborious task which he had set himself without knowing it--a task which might seem to you or me impossible--learning to read without having the slightest knowledge of letters or written language, or the faintest idea that such things existed.” (Chapter 7 TOTA)

As I read Tarzan of the Apes, I kept thinking back to Helen Keller’s autobiography.  She learned the meaning of letters, words, and sentences.  She learned because she had a teacher who used sign language to spell into her hand. If only Tarzan had someone to show him, explain, and give him the tools to learn.  Is this not what a good teacher does?  Helen said it best.

The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll… When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l." I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk. But my teacher had been
with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both. Earlier in the day we had had a tussle over the words "m-u-g" and "w-a-t-e-r." Miss Sullivan had tried to impress it upon me that "m-u-g" is mug and that "w-a-t-e-r" is water, but I persisted in confounding the two. In despair she had dropped the subject for the time, only to renew it at the first opportunity. I became impatient at her repeated attempts and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it upon the floor. I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet. Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst. I had not loved the doll. In the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness. I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed. She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine. This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.

We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysuckle with which it was covered. Someone was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers.
Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten--a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that "w-a-t-e-r"
meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free! There were barriers still, it is true, but barriers that could in time be swept away.

I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life.
That was because I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.

I learned a great many new words that day. I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers." It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day to come.” (Chapter 4 SOML)

Now Tarzan was a smart guy, and eventually learned a lot more, met Jane and became… hey, no spoilers!  But seriously, Helen’s life was amazing.  She attributed her successes to her teachers, especially Miss Sullivan whom she called “Teacher.”  Click HERE to see brief documentary and I highly recommend the Hollywood version of Helen’s lessons with her teacher, “The Miracle Worker” with Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke.  (PHOTO) If you haven’t seen the dining room scene, you must, but I warn you, it is exhausting.  Regardless of its accuracy, it will give a true appreciation for the patience of good teachers.  And like Miss Sullivan, good teachers find multiple ways to help someone understand. 

So, indulge me for a bit as I give tribute to a few of my favorite teachers…

  • Mr. DeGrassi (College Art History) for loving your subject and sharing your enthusiasm with us.

  • Mrs. Heller (Kindergarten) for making school fun.

  • Mrs. Kemper (JHS Sewing) for making me “rip it out” and start over.

  • Mr. Norley (HS Art) for believing in me and teaching us to paint clouds by turning our tables toward the windows on a rainy day.

  • Mr. Reuss (HS Illustration) for giving us extra assignments according to our interests such as calligraphy.

  • My mom, Louise Ransom, for teaching me how to plan and execute a project of any kind, including sewing clothes, designing Christmas cards, baking apple pies, or planning theme parties.

  • My dad, Bill Ransom, for teaching me to appreciate the beauty of nature, how to set the exposure on my Kodak Retina, and pay attention to the direction of the lighting.  He taught me and countless others to ski, and the importance of family time on our many camping road trips.

So “Here’s to teachers everywhere!” especially during the current Stay-At-Home orders.  Teachers all over America are teaching remotely, and parents are doing much more teaching to assist their kids.  Having my own grandchildren, I am aware that this is not easy at all.  I’ve been praying for you all; teachers, parents and students.  During these unusual months as I’ve been pretty much hunkered down at home, my little excursion into Tarzan and Miss Keller led me in a surprising direction, and it occurred to me that it might be nice to salute teachers everywhere. 

Here’s my granddaughter giving her own salute!  In American Sign Language, she says, “Thank you teachers for helping us during Coronavirus.”

If you would like to receive my blog posts direct to your email, whenever I write a new one please subscribe near the photo of me at the side or end of this page. Thanks.

In

Reformation Day Reflections

IMG_4416a.JPG

Halloween is such a big deal now, and it’s going to be here in a few days.  But a bigger deal to me, on October 31, is “Reformation Day.” It celebrates the day, in 1517, that the priest, Martin Luther nailed his Ninety Five Theses to the door of the Wittenberg Cathedral, kicking off a big debate about the infallible authority of Scripture and how someone can be justified in God’s sight. The result was the Protestant Reformation.

Three years ago, I enjoyed a tour in Europe to learn more about a few of the people and events of those years.  A couple years later, I finished condensing my trip into this 90-minute video. I tried to choose music that was somewhat similar to the various eras, and I relied on my travel journal where I had jotted details. Some of the video is narrated by Yours Truly. Listening to a recording of my voice always sounds funny to me but I did it anyway.

IMG_4278.JPG


Right now, I’m tempted to go ahead and share the tremendous impact this trip had on my life, but I have made my comments in my video. Briefly, being in the places, and reviewing the history of the church was challenging, and inspiring for my own faith. My prayer is that I would have the courage to stand for the truth, and live for Christ, following the example of so many who have gone before me.

Just to give an idea of what’s in my video…

IMG_4489.JPG

We focused on Martin Luther in Wittenberg and Worms, Germany, John Calvin in Geneva, Switzerland, multiple martyrs in London, England, John Knox in Edinburgh and St. Andrews, Scotland, John Newton in Olney, England, William Tyndale in Lutterworth, England, John Bunyan in Bedford, the Marian Martyrs in Oxford, England, Hugh Latimer, and others in Cambridge, England and Jeremiah Burroughs in London, England.

PLUS there were a few other fun people and places not related to church history mixed in.

I love to share, so here goes…

(Click arrow to play)

"It's Time"

“I think it’s time, Mom.” 

2012-05-26_19-42-49_229.jpg

My mother was 89 at the time.  Eight months before, she had driven across country from Montana when she and my dad were moving to California.  Dad had given up driving a few years before, so she was doing all the driving.  Once settled, she worked hard prepping for her driving test to get her California License which she passed both written, behind the wheel and vision with flying colors.  She had early stage macular degeneration and terrible arthritis in her foot but she was a very careful driver and her mind was sharp.  Given my situation, caring for Gary, I was happy that my parents could handle their own transportation. 

One day, Mom and Dad were out shopping, and pulling in to a parking place, when Mom’s foot slipped off the brake and onto the accelerator, lunging the car forward, jumping a curb, flattening a parking sign, and knocking down a small tree.  In a few seconds she was able to get her foot back on the brake and stop the car.  Badly shaken and embarrassed, she phoned me from the parking lot.  She quickly reported that no one was hurt, and she was very grateful that there were no people in her path. 

At first it didn’t occur to me that she should stop driving all together.  After all, her accident wasn’t because of dementia, or medications.  The problem was her arthritic foot, which was in a brace, and not able to bend at the ankle.  Her foot was not able to function normally.  A family member suggested to me that for safety’s sake, for my parents and others, maybe my mom should not be driving anymore.  That was a hard idea to think about because of its ramifications.  My mom would feel the loss of independence deeply.  I would feel loss of my own, since my “free time” outside my home was already limited due to being my husband’s caregiver, and I would be the default taxi driver for my sweet parents. 

A day later, with a heavy heart, I approached my mom about it and advised her to give up driving. 

“I think it’s time, Mom.” 

“Really?  Do you think so?” 

“Yes I do.” 

Of course there was more to the conversation, but my mom handled the advice and the loss of independence with grace and acceptance.  Not everyone does.  I pray I can be more like her when it’s time for me to give things up.

As I get to rub shoulders with many who are helping those with dementia, there’s been a rising discomfort in me, regarding basic safety.  Situations are different.  Family dynamics are not always easy.  Independence means more to some than others.  But I’m wondering how often we are tempted to allow a loved one continue in a potentially unsafe or situation, because it is convenient for them (and us).  We’ve heard the stories. A confused driver mixes up his pedals and mows down a sidewalk full of people.  A disoriented woman leaves the burner on, and sets her towel down to close to it, and the kitchen goes up in flames during the night, and spreads to the apartment next door, ending several lives.  A mixed-up gentleman who lives alone, runs up his credit card, buying the same thing over and over, using up all his resources, and leaving a huge debt for the family to deal with, and without money that could have been used for his care.

Surely “honoring parents,” would include helping them to avoid potentially devastating situations if at all possible.  “Looking out for the interests of others” must include both the best interest of our loved ones, and the interests of those around them.  I really don’t believe there is a one-size-fits-all answer, but somewhere in the equation, when caring for a loved one, consideration should be given to the general public. 

2013-02-06_09-43-00_637.jpg

…Speak the truth in love…Ephesians 4

No one wants to give up their freedoms, and some will fight hard to keep them, especially if they are confused or in denial about their mental disabilities.  Anger, sorrow, and fear may rise to the surface when faced with new losses.  Nobody wants to be the “bad guy” who has to bring the bad news to a loved one and the relationship may already be fraught with difficulty or guilt.  But, if approached with love, thoughtfulness, encouragement and maybe some good alternatives, our loved one may not be as resistant to the loss as we fear.  We can’t control the responses of another, but we are responsible for our own actions and attitudes.  We can be kind and respectful, and refuse to be controlled by “fear of man,” which God calls a “snare.” Love comes in many forms. Sometimes it has an uncomfortable, but necessary side. Let’s be proactive with our love.

Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.  Philippians 2:3-4

 

Celebrating Fifty

(photo from Gary’s memorial service May 2015)

(photo from Gary’s memorial service May 2015)

My pastor, John MacArthur, climbs the four steps to his pulpit, gives a short greeting, and then says something like “Everyone please open your bibles to where we left off last week.” I have come to expect this over the last forty years. Verse by verse, our faithful pastor, teaches the word of God to his flock. He studies hard through the original languages to understand the meaning, because the meaning IS the word of God. He “guards what has been entrusted” to him. He is ready to “preach the word’…ready in season and out of season; (to) reprove, rebuke, and exhort with great patience and instruction.” (2 Timothy 4:1-2)

The Bible says “The elders who rule well are to be considered worthy of double honor, especially those who work hard at preaching and teaching.” (1 Timothy 5:17) With a grateful heart to the Lord, this is my short tribute to my pastor.

new551.jpg

49 years ago, at Hume Lake, near Sequoia NP, I was a fun-loving teenager at summer camp.  That week I heard messages from Ephesians 6 about spiritual armor and prayer.  The details are fuzzy, but I distinctly remember that my walk with Christ took a more serious turn as a result of the Holy Spirit’s work of conviction in my heart.  The young camp preacher was John MacArthur.  At the time I didn’t know how significantly the Lord would use him in the future life of my family. 

(My old bible from high school)

(My old bible from high school)


(1990’s Gary, Pastor John, Jay and Mike)

(1990’s Gary, Pastor John, Jay and Mike)


10 years later, as a young couple, Gary and I we were listening to Pastor MacArthur’s sermon cassettes from the Tape Lending Library at Grace Community Church.  Gary would listen to them in his work truck, and I’d listen at home.  We had never been exposed to expository teaching from the pulpit before.  We couldn’t get enough.  The Word of God was changing us.

 

We became members of Grace Community Church in 1984. Pastor John was carefully preaching through the Bible one verse at a time.  He has been doing so ever since.

Dear Pastor John

Our family life has been centered around the church, and your ministry and teaching for a long time.  Having the Word of God taught to us so faithfully, for all these years, has guided, encouraged and challenged us to live for Christ and now extends to our grandchildren.  Thank you for teaching truth. Through your preaching and shepherding, the Holy Spirit continues to teach us how to navigate the ups and downs of our fallen world.

Following the example of Jesus, and the Apostle Paul, you have poured your life into others in order to raise up shepherds.  Our pastors and elders follow in your footsteps. Their counsel to us over the years has been invaluable. One of my sons-in-law is a graduate of The Master’s Seminary and has served as a pastor for 14 years in Jupiter, Florida. Thank you for the “Timothys” you have given us.

(Alzheimer’s Dementia Ministry at G.C.C.)

(Alzheimer’s Dementia Ministry at G.C.C.)

When trials hit our family, especially with my cancer in 2002 and 2018, and Gary’s dementia in 2007, our church functioned as the hands and feet of our Lord in His care for us. The “body of Christ” sprang into action as a result of your training and teaching of God’s holy Word. Thank you for teaching us to “love one another.”

IMG_1345.JPG

Under your leadership, Grace Church provides our wonderful Alzheimer’s Dementia Ministry to those of us who are caring for loved ones. What would we have done without this group who were were like a “band of brothers,” in our journey? Even when Gary couldn’t attend church any more, we were blessed to live-stream your sermons, until he could no longer sit up or stay awake. Thank you (and Patricia) for shepherding us through my husband’s illness and last days, and preaching at Gary’s Memorial Service, four years ago. 

I know I speak for my entire family when I say “we love you” to both you and Patricia, for your faithfulness and unselfish service to our Savior.

Photo+Feb+10%2C+9+21+54+AM.jpg

Thank You

for being our pastor for the last 50 years in the same pulpit, methodically teaching through the Word of God,

one verse at a time.

(50th Anniversary Celebration)

(50th Anniversary Celebration)

 In February we celebrated John MacArthur’s 50th year at Grace Community Church.

Click HERE to view the celebration service or HERE for highlights.

Note: If you want to receive my blog posts directly in your email, just subscribe up at the top of this page (if viewing on computer), or at the bottom of the page, (if on phone) underneath my photo where it says “Follow by Email.”

From Sea to Shining Sea

It’s a big country.  It took seven of us five days to traverse it in December.  Google maps says it takes 40 hours to drive the 2700 miles from California daughter’s house to Florida daughter’s house for Christmas.  We broke up the drive with 4 hotels.  Every seat in the van was taken, most of the luggage rode on the roof.  Christmas gifts, bulky winter coats, water bottles and a skateboard, filled up the back.

Since I’m committed to

LIVING - REMEMBERING - ENJOYING

I have some remembrances…

Wide Open Spaces

 
Photo%2BDec%2B22%252C%2B3%2B17%2B45%2BPM.jpg

Never having driven farther east than Arizona, I really enjoyed seeing the lay of the land. We didn’t have time to sight-see, but I found each state had a charm of its own and view from the van images stamped in my memory…California’s start of Route 66…Arizona’s Christmas lights, where each pine tree had a different color…New Mexico’s pueblo-style architecture, including condos…Friendly Texas hills with cattle all along the way…Louisiana gas stations with resident bloodhounds, and the Louisiana Downs Racetrack.  In Gulfport, Mississippi we watched the sun set over the Gulf. In Alabama there was a “Watch for Alligators” sign in the hotel parking lot.  Interior Florida is loaded with farms and forests.  But the big picture I have in my mind is the vast amount of wide open space and few populated areas.

 
Photo Dec 22, 3 19 04 PM.jpg
Photo Dec 22, 1 11 56 PM.jpg

Teenagers are fun.

There were three teens plus an eleven-year old in the van.  Nate issued a daily self-improvement challenge for us; things like “good posture day” and “no saying ‘um’ or ‘uh’ day.”  Grant found that hotel ottomans with wheels make for a good ride.  Julia instituted a game in which you could not say a particular word all day; words like “go” and “far” and “when.”  And who knew that you could thaw frozen pancakes in the heater vent.

Photo+Dec+21%2C+4+43+23+PM+Cracker+Barrel.jpg

Sleep is wonderful.

With my two grandsons and their parents, we had five drivers, so no one was over tired, but we did get tired of sitting, so the nightly stops were very welcome.  There is nothing so sweet as a good night’s sleep.  I’ve never been a good car sleeper, and I’m so grateful we were able to stop after ten-hour days to eat dinner and sleep before driving on. 



Photo Dec 28 Dune Dog.JPG
Photo+Dec+25%2C+4+19+29+PM.jpg
Photo+Dec+27%2C+5+03+23+PM.jpg

My Favorite Gift

Having my entire family together was the best part of Christmas.  “In person” conversations are best.  When sisters make cinnamon rolls and breakfast casserole together Christmas Breakfast tastes better.  Conversations about Jesus and His Word, “iron sharpening iron” and honest sharing of hopes, concerns, and prayer needs are encouraging to the soul. Observing Christmas gift opening in real time makes a video recording in my mind that I can watch later, when there’s a country in between us.  I’ll never forget Micah trying out his long wished for gift… a leaf blower.

Photo Dec 25, 4 34 14 PM.jpg
Photo Dec 25, 4 32 38 PM.jpg
Photo+Dec+25%2C+12+41+56+PM.jpg

Pirate Movie

Cousins have a special relationship.

The eight cousins worked together for several days making a pirate movie.  Nate directed and edited, and everyone else contributed to the story, special effects, props and each had their roles to play, especially the “little” pirate, Derek.  What fun they had, and Florida has the best locations for filming adventures. 

 One night we had a music night with piano, cello, guitar, and singing carols.

 A couple of days were spent building a forge in the back yard, so the boys could make a knife.  Grant had done the research, so with a bag of charcoal, a leaf blower, steel from home depot, and some “blacksmithing,” a knife was forged.  Now Owen is using the knife in a movie he and a friend are making. 

 Snorkeling yielded many discoveries for the kids, but my favorite memory is Lauren and Miles running up the beach to tell us they were right next to a Manatee and swam along with it for a bit. 

Photo Dec 26, 10 54 28 AM.jpg

The Forge

thumbnail_IMG_3386.jpg

And Back

The seven days in Florida FLEW BY. We said our good-byes, and retraced our steps, adding an extra day to see the very cold, and snowy Grand Canyon. 

Photo Jan 04, 11 46 08 AM.jpg
Photo%252BJan%252B04%25252C%252B12%252B39%252B51%252BPM.jpg
Photo Jan 04, 11 32 31 AM.jpg

“Behold, children are a gift from the LORD; the fruit of the womb is a reward.”

Psalm 127:3

7N8A2966.jpg




 

 

 

 

 

 

In ,

Happy Anniversary to Me

Technically, it’s not really an anniversary today. Gary’s been gone for 3 1/2 years and his departing ended our marriage, but I still like to “mark” the occasion. Photos from 44 years ago, 1974. Tuolumne Meadows, CA.

12.jpg
9.jpg
 
11.jpg
 

Celebrating the special day, with my sweet family (all of them) at Dune Dogs, Jupiter, FL.

Then to the beach to film a pirate movie!

IMG_1565.JPG
IMG_1569.JPG
Photo Dec 28, 4 36 36 PM.jpg

Gary would have loved all of this so much and that brings joy to my heart. My heart’s pretty full right now.

“Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalm 127:3

The Secret Place

IMG_0379.JPG

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty

Pardon all the Old English, but this song, written by James MacDermid in 1908 is locked in my musical memory, and rises to my lips from time to time.  It’s taken from David’s 91st Psalm. 

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
Nor the arrow that flieth by day
Nor the pestilence that walketh in darkness
Nor the destruction that wasteth at noonday

Click HERE to listen to The Ninety First Psalm sung by Edward Palmer

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge,
Even the most High, thy habitation,
There shall no evil befall thee
Neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling

I couldn’t find a recent or updated recording but I love the words and the music.  Over the last month I’ve made it into a prayer.  Not just recited words, but words that have been hidden in my heart since voice lessons during college.  When tempted to be fearful about my cancer diagnosis, and upcoming cancer surgery, and the possibility of treatments after that, I’ve asked God to keep me dwelling in His secret, protected, shadow, where He shields from danger.  I’ve asked Him to be my refuge, my dwelling place, because close to Him, evil can’t touch me.  His angels are all around me, guarding me from stumbling and tripping up in my fears.  Many a night over the last month, with the constant knowledge that there is cancer in my body, and not knowing how much, I’ve whispered these prayers to the Lord as I drift off to sleep.  Oh what comfort.

For He shall give His angels charge over thee
To keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands
Lest thou dash thy foot against a stone,
Against a stone

IMG_0397.JPG

All of this reassurance, and promise of protection, had more to do with my fears, than the cancer.  More to keep me from evil temptations to doubt God’s goodness, or fall apart with anxiety, than the number of cancer cells, or the type.  After all, I was trusting my Lord back in 2002 when He allowed me to have stage 3 cancer, (with a 50% chance of a 5 year survival) and the ensuing year of treatments.  During that season He kept me close and gave me courage, and walked through the trial with me.  Then with Gary's 9 year illness, we both knew the closeness of our Lord and were continually en-couraged by Him.  Then for the last 60 days, He kept me close again and gave me courage, and eliminated the cancer with no further treatment needed. 

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty
He shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty

IMG_0385_2.JPG

Someday I will likely get sick again, probably more than once, and He will comfort and strengthen me then too, until I finally enter His presence and see my savior face-to-face.   We live in a fallen world, so there are repercussions, illness being just one of them.  No one is exempt.  I am grateful to God that we have incredible medical advancements, and I received GREAT care by my health care team, but as a Christian, I know everything is an opportunity to glorify God, so let me say PRAISE GOD today.  Yes, for healing me quickly this time, but mostly for walking along with me, giving me comfort, and strength. 

The Lord said...“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him.  I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.  He will call on me and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him.  With a long life I will satisfy him and let him see My salvation.” Psalm 91:14-16

Just a note:  if you would like to have each blog post delivered to your email inbox as they are posted here, just put your email address into the box on this page that says "Follow By Email"