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As the months move by so quickly

As the months move by so quickly, we soon will see spring leaving and summer arriving.
I welcome the warmer days, NOT hot days just comfortable warm.
Normally, I love to wear sweatpants and soft sweater type tops.
I am a fall person. The cool air is refreshing to me.
This summer I hope to be able to wear tank tops and summer pants.
I live in Oregon, and it is not often weather of our choice.
Then this month we have graduating grandchildren.
Twin granddaughters and one grandson.
They are 18 now or almost, driving and becoming young adults.
It is exciting to see their future but also scary.
Two of them just had potentially major car wrecks where the cars were totaled.
God spared them.
It was a scary phone call to receive when one is listening to a very upset driver.
Both could have been very hurt. Both were saved.
In a moment, in a very quick moment everything can change.
Our oldest granddaughter has a birthday this month too.
She will be 23, then the three who are 18 and then we have one grandson who is 14 and one who is 11.
This grandma is standing back and watching them all grow so fast.
It’s quite amazing and I am so proud of all of them.
Being a grandparent is a special kind of honor.
I feel I am a cheerleader, an encourager, a prayer warrior and believer in who they are becoming.
The three who are 18 are thinking of college and that is a natural thing to do.
But hard on the parents.
It’s all a part of the process of growing up.
When I was 18, I got married.
Very young and very not sure how to do it.
My mom at the time decided I needed to move out at 18 so my ‘then’ boyfriend and I got married.
He was 19. (We have been married now 48 years)
I would never expect that any of my grandchildren to move out just because they were 18.
They need time to decide a direction in life.
It worked out for us.
As the months move by so quickly, we will soon see summer.

The last writing I did was about Easter

The last writing I did, was about the Easter story and how it all played out for Jesus.
The intensity of the days, the ‘friends’ of his who deserted him when he needed them the most.
Yes, even the Son of God needed those who he cared for to sit with him and pray with him.
It’s a common thing in our group of friends to say, “hey can you pray for this?”
Jesus wanted them to be with him, in the ‘depth’ of the moments.
I also think it was really interesting when he came out of the grave, spoke to Mary, who HE knew and loved.
Then he didn’t allow her to recognize him until it was the right time in her ‘heart’ to receive.
Also when he was walking down the road with a few guys who were talking about the ‘scenes’ and they didn’t know who he was.
UNTIL he felt the moment was right to reveal himself to them.
Later they said, “were not our hearts burning when he spoke to us?”
It is in the knowing and the recognizing… He didn’t force the truth of who he was.
But HE did reveal it over and over.
Jesus knew they all had to experience HIM being alive to believe.
He showed them, especially Thomas who said he would not believe unless he felt the wounds.
Jesus addressed that with him.
I imagine when it was all over, they had to return to their old ways one more time.
Peter was fishing, for HE was a fisherman. The others returned to their ‘jobs’ or homes.
It was upsetting and disturbing and they all didn’t really know what to do with all that had happened.
Jesus confronted when HE needed to, and gave compassion when that was needed too.
Mary was the best example of that.
He saw her and had compassion for she was in terrible grief.
Only Jesus could help her in that sorrow.
I think the most that we can walk away with in the story of the cross, is the fact that Jesus truly loved us.
So much that HE gave, chose, relinquished himself, even though HE could have stopped it all.
It is a story that is true, and it is a story of healing.
The last writing I did was about Easter and we understand now what took place in that season of time.

Sorrow can often be our reality of choices

Sorrow can often be our reality of choices and the consequences to follow.
Luke 22:
4-16 When it was time, he sat down, all the apostles with him, and said, “You’ve no idea how much I have looked forward to eating this Passover meal with you before I enter my time of suffering. It’s the last one I’ll eat until we all eat it together in the kingdom of God.”
17-18 Taking the cup, he blessed it, then said, “Take this and pass it among you.
As for me, I’ll not drink wine again until the kingdom of God arrives.”
19 Taking bread, he blessed it, broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, given for you. Eat it in my memory.”
20 He did the same with the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant written in my blood, blood poured out for you.
21-22 “Do you realize that the hand of the one who is betraying me is at this moment on this table?
It’s true that the Son of Man is going down a path already marked out—no surprises there.
But for the one who turns him in, turns traitor to the Son of Man, this is doomsday.”
23 They immediately became suspicious of each other and began quizzing one another, wondering who might be about to do this.
(Remember, Jesus KNEW it would be Judas) but he washed his feet too.
I can’t imagine the emotions of Jesus.
Knowing what was ahead of him. Understanding the separation of those who followed and loved him, yet soon to be denying any of it.
We will do many things to save ourselves. Including denying what we know in our hearts.
Peter thought HE would NEVER deny Jesus.
33 Peter said, “Master, I’m ready for anything with you. I’d go to jail for you. I’d die for you!”
34 Jesus said, “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Peter, but before the rooster crows you will have three times denied that you know me.”
Jesus KNEW.
54-56 Arresting Jesus, they marched him off and took him into the house of the Chief Priest. Peter followed, but at a safe distance.
In the middle of the courtyard some people had started a fire and were sitting around it, trying to keep warm. One of the serving maids sitting at the fire noticed him, then took a second look and said, “This man was with him!”
57 He denied it, “Woman, I don’t even know him.”
58 A short time later, someone else noticed him and said, “You’re one of them.”
But Peter denied it: “Man, I am not.”
59 About an hour later, someone else spoke up, really adamant: “He’s got to have been with him! He’s got ‘Galilean’ written all over him.”
60-62 Peter said, “Man, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
At that very moment, the last word hardly off his lips, a rooster crowed. Just then, the Master turned and looked at Peter.
Peter remembered what the Master had said to him: “Before the rooster crows, you will deny me three times.”
He went out and cried and cried and cried.
Sorrow can often be our reality of choices and the consequences to follow.

This week has great meaning for many

This week has great meaning for many Christians who will go to church and celebrate Easter.
It is a serious week. This would be considered a quiet Wednesday, before it all begins.
Jesus understood and knew the magnitude of this time for him.
Just as when he was a little baby being born, laboring and struggling through the process of life.
This time he is laboring and struggling around his death.
He knew it was a difficult death in fact in the garden he even pleaded with God, Father, “is there any other way?”
I can’t imagine him walking the pathways of crosses with those who had been there before him.
I can’t imagine the heart wrenching reality of all that would take place.
Not only in the physical but the emotional too.
When he needed others to be with him, they moved to safety.
When he needed others to sit and pray, they fell asleep.
It was a struggle as he worked through these final moments for him.
He knew it had to take place for the ‘story’ to fulfill all that was written.
He knew… HE was there from the beginning and now HE will be there to the end.
Nothing was a surprise.
But oh, the agony, the abandonment, the weight of so much on his shoulders.
The week would go up and down with many emotions and through it all we know HE will win.
But the process had to take place.
Just as the journey to Bethlehem for Mary and Joseph, before birth, was long and scary and difficult.
The journey of the cross is not much different.
I would not personally want to be there.
When I was younger there used to be a song that asked, “were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
No, I would not want to be. I want warm fuzzy moments not crucifixion pain and agony scenes.
Every player had a part to finish this part of the story.
Just as in the birth of Jesus, the death of Jesus had players who did their jobs even if they didn’t know it fully.
This week has great meaning for many Christians.

A new month and a time of worship

A new month and a time of worship.
This is the season leading up to Easter.
In the Christian world many are doing a purposeful time of sabbath, a quiet moving towards the day.
When our children were little it all surrounded around the little ones, easter egg hunts were fun.
The decorations and fancy dresses or good shirts and pants were festive and nice.
The dinners with family and the time of celebrations were added into those moments.
Now we don’t have any little ones and I do enjoy the quiet moving towards, the season.
The story of Easter is hard, it is celebrations, and it is grief so intense no one can put words on it.
Palm Sunday the people were excited to see Jesus, they praised him and greeted him as he rode into town on a donkey.
Did you know that every donkey has a cross on its back into the fur? Interesting fact.
The time of celebrations were loud and as the movies show on tv very exciting and happy.
Then not even seven days later the mood changed, and the passion of Christ became more evident as he was put on a cross.
That had to be the most horrific way to die, and so much was hard, and confusing and grief intense.
The story is found in the New Testament.
It was written for us to remember, for us to understand, for us to grasp.
It was planned out just as Christmas and the birth of Jesus was, the death was planned too.
[For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, so that whoever believes in him shall not perish.]
It is all about choice, and belief and hope given.
Psalm Sunday was the festive beginning leading into the week of Easter.
We read the story and we sing the songs, but do we grasp within our hearts the intensity and the love?
A new month and a time of worship.

Another month is just flying by

Another month is just flying by, it is almost the end of March already.
We had four birthdays and one anniversary in the family.
It has always been a full month for us.
Spring is almost officially here, and nights will be longer, and days will be warmer.
It will be a nice change from the wintery weather we have had.
Our church is prepping for Easter. Always a big day for celebration.
Then they are having an Easter egg hunt on a farm for the little ones.
I am not sure where the egg hunting started but I do know one year my granddaughter was not impressed.
At age three or four her question and logic were funny.
Why would you take eggs out of the refrigerator, boil them, then color them, then put them in the yard to find them, only to put them back into the refrigerator again?
She had no use for that nonsense.
It was pretty funny actually. I remember her saying, “I am looking everywhere.”
Kind of humoring us old folks.
Easter is always a time for family. The big meal, and the time spent together.
When we first got married, we settled into a routine of every Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve was at my family’s and Easter and Christmas day was at his family’s.
It solved a lot of issues when we ended up with our little ones.
I was not going to go to many homes for many meals.
Now it’s just my husband and I and we don’t even have any little ones.
That is ok we don’t like to color the eggs and I do decorate around the Theme of Easter, but it’s pretty quiet here.
We will enjoy the ‘season’ and sentiment. We will center our hearts toward the meaning and depth of the Easter story.
It is all a journey of faith and family and learning to figure out what is most important.
Another month is flying by, and it’s almost the beginning of April.

Three years and six days

Three years and six days after our son was born, we had another baby.
Tomorrow she will be 44.
Like it was with our son, we had no idea what we were having we just knew we wanted another baby.
I was sick like I was with our son, and it was pretty obvious I was expecting.
Back then my weight was low, and I think the day of delivery I was only about 109 pounds.
As the baby grew, we realized it was in a breech position and preparations for a C-section were in order.
Back then the ultrasounds were not real clear, but it was enough for us to see, baby head up and buns down.
The day of delivery was sooner than planned.
We had gone to a birthday party for my husband’s brother, I had felt a bit odd but nothing to startling.
I had contractions always, so it was nothing new to experience them.
After we got home, we went to bed and about four hours later I was very uncomfortable.
Waking my husband up to let him know, these are very close and getting harder.
I had my ultrasound picture in my pocket when we entered the hospital.
The contractions were closer and stronger, and I could have had the baby in the elevator.
They panicked when they realized baby was breech. Not only breech but head up, back to my front and buns down.
(I used to cup my hand around the baby’s head as I watched tv at night.)
Our baby girl joined our little family.
We named her Sarah.
She was not only a surprise but a completion of our little family of four.
Our son was six pounds born at 5:35 pm and our daughter was five pounds a few weeks early born at 5:13am.
Christopher was happy with his sister and even more happy that she didn’t affect his birthday.
We had a complete family, and we began to grow as a couple and as parents in the following years.
Three years and six days after our son turned three, we had a baby girl.

A birthday to remember today

A birthday to remember, today, our son turns 47.
Hard to believe but it’s true.
We were young parents, and hardly had an idea of what to do for our little one coming.
Back then we didn’t know till birth what we were expecting.
I was very sick, and had to have iron shots because of the ‘state of health’ I was in.
He arrived very healthy, very sweet, a whopping 6 pounds after two hours of labor.
Actually, it was longer than that because they induced me, and since nothing had started by the 3 pm shift the nurse decided I was moving too slow.
She said, “let’s have this baby by dinner time.” Turned the drip up on my IV and I moved from no labor to hard labor in two hours.
He was born at 5:35pm.
In hindsight if we were more mature things would happen different than that, but God was with us, and HE was healthy, and I was fine.
Our son was born. We named him Christopher.
About four days later we went home to our little house, and we were a little family for the first time.
He slept in a cradle my grandpa made and his crib was in a tiny room one crib length wide and two crib lengths long.
We learned to be parents and we learned very fast what a newborn baby needed.
I remember rocking and feeding and rocking and feeding… never really putting him down.
We were the first on my side of the family to add a grandchild.
We were blessed by this bundle of a boy.
He amazed us and challenged us and made us extremely proud.
He still does, even in his ‘adult years’.
Now he is a dad to three sons of his own.
The circle continues.
A birthday to remember, today, our son turns 47.

The month is almost over and time

The month is almost over, and time is passing us by so quickly.
March for us is a time for many birthdays.
It’s a busy month and we are beginning to plan some summer activities.
Winter is leaving, soon spring will be here bringing to life the flowers and warmer days.
I look forward to days that are longer so we can work in the yard and plant new color.
It is a good thing to look forward for better days.The world right now is in chaos, and I realize that God is in control.
I cannot imagine being a mom, grandma or other in a war-torn land where the enemy is trying to destroy you.
The innocent ones are always the casualties.
What do they do?
It is sickening to see another war begin and for no real reason other than power.
I look out my window and see the calm and I walk into my kitchen and remain thankful that it is full of good things.
Such a harsh reality. As I lay down in my warm flannel sheets and comfy pillow there are others sleeping on sidewalks.
Not because they want to but because there is no place for them.
I worked one time with lady who was Vietnamese, and we became pretty good friends.
She told me of the war stories that her family had to endure.
Most of her family was killed by the enemy; then she was on a boat that brought her to the USA.
I cannot even imagine the things she saw and or experienced.
She was one of the lucky ones, although she dealt with a lot of depression.
You cannot come out of that kind of experience and be ‘normal’ as if it never happened.
She was a survivor.
Many came through but not without issues of trauma.
I am in prayer for our nations.
I am in prayer for our leaders.
I am in prayer for our families.
Only because I know God is in control.
The month is almost over, and time is passing us by so quickly.

I remember it clearly

I remember it clearly, the day I was at work and the phone rang.
That was part of my customer service job at the pharmacy where I was working.
I heard my daughter’s voice on the other end, asking if I was sitting down?
I remember saying, should I be?
“Well mom, I’m having twins.”
Now I have to give a little background because 4 years earlier she had a tiny preemie baby,
our first granddaughter, weighing only 2 pounds 11 ounces.
Then add that history to the twin surprise.
This mom started praying.
I was able to go to many appointments and see the ‘babies’ labeled baby A and baby B.
I remember one ultrasound appointment the babies were very clear, and Hannah opened her eyes and looked right at us.
I almost jumped out of the chair; it was so amazing. Then Alexis gave us the thumbs up sign, as if to say, WE are ok.
They were born weighing 4.6 and 4.10 and very healthy. Alexis had a small stay in Nicu but she is a fighter and didn’t
stay there very long. They are identical in looks although we can tell them apart MOST of the time.

It was an exciting time. Yes, I worried, we also had another grandbaby coming from our son and his wife.
Three new little ones to love.
Now we have three who are graduating and talking about going to College.
I am not ready for them to grow into adults, but it is a part of life.
They are all wonderful, finishing their high school years, working at jobs, and today the girls turn 18.
It has been such a joyful time for us as grandparents.
Change is coming for us. They won’t be ‘just down the road’ the college might be a few hours away.
It is good for them but not necessarily good for grandparents.
Today is their birthday.
I remember it clearly, the day I was at work.