by Sharon O | Mar 17, 2016 | Uncategorized
As I continue on the story of US…my husband and I in our ‘beginning years’.
We dated the rest of my senior year of high school and since I was in art and also in a graphic arts class I made our wedding invitations by hand.
I printed them off and also at the same time received a triple A because of the class project and because I was in the class three hours.
The financial burden of the ‘wedding’ was on me and I did work part time at a Christian Yellow page business.
I worked on a typesetting machine and a printing press.
It was a long three hours as I had to transfer onto several city buses to finally get to the work site.
Kind of silly now when I think of it as a young teen, working only a two hour shift then heading back to the bus to go home.
I am sure my ‘wage was low’ and I can’t imagine why I actually did all that for a small amount of money.
The grooms family provided rehearsal dinner. Our rehearsal was very simple and the meal was even more simple. I think it was sandwiches and finger food and maybe a vegetable platter.
I would graduate in June from high school and we would be married by early November. I was age 18.
Ward our youth pastor at the time, gave us some counseling and then he said we were ready.
Are you ever ready to start a new life, leave your old and begin again?
I was ready to leave as my mother had gotten married and it was time.
As the days moved closer my grandmother made my dress.
It was a hand made, hand sewn beautiful dress by her.
Custom designed as the McCall patterns did not have dresses for 85 pound brides.
Grandma had to redesign it to fit me.
Since she was a designer at Jantzen she knew what to do and how to do it.
I always hated that paper she used for measuring with scratchy pins… holding the pattern pieces securely.
She was a wonderful seamstress it was just a challenge to get it to fit me. The bridesmaids wore the same pattern only in different colors.
Our wedding was not really ‘ours’ since my mom did most of the planning.
Most of the time she had a ‘I am in charge attitude’ and I didn’t have enough voice back then to fight it.
I am sure it was fulfilling a dream of hers in one way or the other.
I did have some opinions but very few.
I wanted my grandpa to walk me down the aisle, I felt like he would have loved to play in that role, but she said no. I couldn’t ask him.
It made me sad but again I didn’t fight it.
I didn’t have my dad he never saw me as a young bride. In fact he never saw me on many special events, but that is for another blog post.
It was a ’empty’ place in my heart, not a healing one for sure.
She had me walk down the aisle with her husband who was not my dad and not my choice.
I didn’t feel safe with him, so it created a ‘dissonance for me,’ on our wedding day.
I am not sharing this to be mean or critical, I am just telling my story as it was at the time.
I did know my best friend and two sisters would be in the wedding. He had a few brothers too who would be in it.
(They had five boys in his family so the older ones were a part of our wedding party)
It was always a bit surreal to me. As the story continues.
We were young and heading into a ‘marriage that was new’ to both of us as we began a lifetime together.
When I saw Ward our old Youth Pastor, a few weeks ago, I began to walk down memory lane in my head and in my heart.
Stay with me if you are interested, as we continue to journey through the story.
by Sharon O | Mar 15, 2016 | Uncategorized
The last blog writing was a part of my story that very few knew about.
The how I became a Christian, and when I met my boyfriend (who is now my husband), and how my sister left ‘one more time’.
I really believe that if I had not received a firm answer to my prayer from God, who was the only one who knew where my sister was, I would not be who I am today.
It was a life changing moment. A moment where one has to say, “I called and he answered.”
We sing a song at church that has the words, “I called and you answered, and you came to my rescue and I want to be where you are.”
I couldn’t deny it. The answer was so clear. When my sister showed up in our home after I said a simple prayer, it was an amazing moment.
I didn’t ask for her to stay long, I only asked to see her, to know if she was even alive.
I kind of remember our conversation the day she left, and she would leave many more times after that.
She told me she wanted me to go with her.
Of course that was not an option.
Go where? she didn’t have a plan, only a street and probably some friends who didn’t have her best interest in mind. For years she would leave and then come back around the holidays, then I would see her again.
The not knowing was the worst.
I remember looking out the windows day after day, as the rain and cold winds pounded the ground, wondering and worrying about her.
Was she warm or fed, was she safe or hurt. So many years we didn’t know.
Things got bad for her and she could have ended her life many times.
I believe God had his hand of protection over her and sent his angels to protect her.
At age 63 she is now living in an assisted living home, healthy and alive.
I often tell her, if she was a cat her nine lives would be way over the limit.
In high school I dated my ‘boyfriend’ for a few years, breaking up and getting back together, being the typical ‘teen couple’ who are learning how to be committed to each other.
Neither one of us was ready for a ‘real’ strong relationship as in most teens we didn’t know what that meant.
By the time He was near graduating from high school, he went into the navy and I began to date someone else.
I was a year younger than he was and even though he left our area, I always thought we would end up getting married someday.
He lasted 46 days, it was during the Vietnam war and they could not keep him if he couldn’t serve.
He had hurt his knee during basic training and spent most of that time in the hospital.
So he returned back home, and we started to date again.
By that time my sister was back home for a while and she got to be a part of the engagement plans.
My other sister was already married to her high school sweetheart and to this day they are still married after 45 years. It is amazing to me that my husband and I have been married 42 years.
We had so much to over come and deal with as a young couple with two different histories.
There were very few role models to learn from, we just went into the relationship knowing it would be a commitment for a long time.
My parents divorced when we were young and I told myself that it would be something I would never do.
I pray I don’t reveal too much when sharing our life’s journey.
I want to share just enough, to let others know a little bit more about who I am and how God saved me.
The continuation of the story is important as we move down memory lane.
by Sharon O | Mar 11, 2016 | Uncategorized
At the memorial service for Frances there was a guest there who was invited to give the eulogy.
It was a wonderful surprise to see my youth pastor from high school, Ward Hill.
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He was a great influence for me as a young teen.
My family life was broken and I had a lot of questions to ask him.
When I began to go to the youth group I had no idea what to do or how to act.
Eventually I joined the youth singing group called the open door singers and we traveled all over Oregon for concerts.
It was a good and positive time for me.
Ward was a kind, gentle man. He had a wife with four children and they lived as a family together.
I watched with great amazement how he worked with the children and they worked together as a team in the youth group, then our singing group leaders were also married with two children.
So I was able to see the interaction between ‘a healthy family’.
I lived at home with my mom and sister’s, my dad had left many years before that.
My mom was remarried in my sophomore year of high school and that was both uncomfortable and unsafe.
As a young person I had many questions and many concerns, about life and struggles that were day to day.
At one point in time I met ‘my boyfriend who is now my husband’ and I also gave my life to Jesus and became baptized.
God gave me peace and also a life changing moment after I had said a prayer from my heart.
Testing him. Basically throwing a fleece out to him to see if he KNEW what I needed to believe.
Only a God who knows our hearts could ever answer a prayer like the one I said.
To this day many years later, I believe HE knew I had to have something tangible and real to hold onto in order for me to believe.
The story is in this:
Before I became a Christian.
My view of God was full of skepticism and unbelief.
He was like a Santa who gave things to people when they asked.
He was very far away and not an all knowing, GOD.
Jesus was a man in a story book.
I was not raised in a Christian home. Yet I do remember walking to a small church as a little girl to Sunday school. As I listened to the stories of the bible on flannel graph boards,
God and Jesus were unreachable to me.
They were characters in a hard backed book. I couldn’t touch them or feel them. They were songs sung to the music of an un-tuned piano. Jesus loves the little children… only I was not one of them.
The way God reached out to me is a wonderful and powerful reminder,
that HE does indeed listen to the prayers, of those who do not know Him.
He listens to the heart cries and He is moved with compassion.
In my freshman year of High School, I began to search the meaning of life. We had moved again to a new rental home and another new school. It was at the bus stop while waiting for the bus I would engage in conversation with a girl there. She was an honor student who lived with her parents in a normal stable family. I was very different. I would wear the Diana Ross ratted hair style, fake eye lashes (yes I did say that) and white eye shadow. Every day this girl would ask me questions. Pursuing me. Forcing me to ‘think’ about God and church and life.
Every day I argued with her.
My life experience had been much different than hers.
My concept of ‘love’ was not something she could understand. We were two friends speaking different languages.
She talked often and gave me lots of questions to think about.
As our friendship grew I began to listen to her and then I decided to test her ‘GOD’.
My sister Mary had been gone for many months on the street, living life as a drug addict and runaway. I missed her greatly and wanted desperately to see her. We didn’t know if she dead or alive and it was a heart ache I couldn’t take care of on my own.
I remembered this girl told me ‘GOD hears all prayers’.
I didn’t believe it but what could I lose by not trying?
One night as I was going to bed. Not knowing how to pray or how it all works for Him to hear you.
I prayed a simple prayer. A bold one. A searching from the heart prayer.
I said, “God I would believe, I think I can believe you, if you can find my sister.
The girl tells me you know everything, you see everything. So you should know how to find her. I want her home.
IF you are God. IF you know everything then YOU can bring her home tonight.
When I wake up in the morning I want her sleeping in her own bed. IF you can do that, then I will believe.”
I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep. Unusual for me at that stage of life.
You can imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, and saw her across the room sleeping in her own bed. The police had found her in the middle of the night and contacted our mother. She had been beaten badly but she was home, sleeping in her bed, in our room.
It was a miraculous reunion of sisters. A cry from a young persons heart to a God who hears.
We were always hopeful she was alive, but never knowing.
Mary didn’t stay at home very long. She left soon after the first night, but my prayer was answered.
Now I had to deal with ‘the girl at the bus stop’. I made the phone call telling her what happened.
She told me about God, church and her youth group.
I believe God knew the only way I would trust, was for Him to show me an answer to a simple prayer.
From a simple heart. HE can do the unimaginable. I trust Him. The journey continues.
The girl at the bus stop is now my sister in law. We married brothers.
The years after God came into my life were not easy. But because of the strength
HE gave I was able to trust Him through the process. He was hope when I felt hopeless.
He was my peace when it wasn’t peaceful. He was love on a Cross saying to me, “I care deeply for you”.
His ways are mysterious and wonderful and I am always in awe of His love.
I have never regretted that first life changing prayer. I hope this finds you encouraged.
Our God is a God who hears the simple prayers of faith.
It doesn’t have to be fancy or elaborate it just has to be from the heart.
(I know this was long but the story had to be shared, Frances was my sister in law’s mother.)
by Sharon O | Mar 9, 2016 | Uncategorized
In my last writing I mentioned our son.
Today is his birthday, 41 years ago we brought home a tiny little baby boy all six pounds and nineteen inches long.
He was our first, we learned to be parents, of course we made many mistakes and struggled in our new role.
He was our blessing, a perfect tiny little person.
We learned by doing and hoping we would make it from one day to the next.
Being a parent is hard, there is no manual to read like in drivers ed. You don’t get a ‘You did it, you made it’.
We brought you home into our tiny little house, and we learned together.
You were our dimpled boy and our delight.
You grew and continued to bring us joy and laughter and many memories.
You had an incredible sense of pretend, there were no ‘electronic devises’ back then, other than our box size television.
You played and you had a wonderful imagination.
Some days you were a cowboy, some days you were riding your ‘bike’, some days you were a rescue person like on the show emergency.
You were our joy.
You grew and each year there were many new experiences for you.
You played the French horn for 8 years and I learned to love the mellow deep sound of the instrument.
You had your dog Noah who followed you and who helped you climb the rocks and hills outside our home.
Then we watched you graduate from high school, then go to college and then meet your love, still married many years later.
It has been quite the journey to walk with you through the many adventures and joys you have had.
We are very proud of you son.
We have prayed with you, walked with you, advised you and challenged you.
It has been a good 41 years. May we have many more.
Christopher which means Christ bearer, you have grown, your love for the Lord, your family and your country is what we are proud of.
You have become a wonderful husband, father and son and brother… God be with you and protect you always.
You will always have our love.
by Sharon O | Mar 9, 2016 | Uncategorized
Saturday the 5th we went to our second memorial service for someone in 8 days.
It was for a dear sweet little lady named Frances.
I worked with her at one point in time in our ‘newly married’ days, we sewed professionally for Pendleton woolen mills.
It didn’t take her too long before she guessed I was pregnant with our first baby, who would be our son.
I had a very hard time managing the early morning time being at work at 6:30 am and then to add the extreme nausea.
The machines were power sewing machines, and they had a ‘hum’ to them when they were sewing.
The hum actually was my breaking point as it put me to sleep, which caused me to sew my thumb.
After they had to remove the needle from my nail, wrap my thumb up, they laid me off.
I really didn’t mind. I was too sick to work.
Frances was so excited when she found out I was expecting a new little baby, 41 years ago.
She was our sister in law’s mother and the sweetest lady one could ever meet.
She was kind, and had a great smile and a great encouraging attitude, always fun to be around.
She was also the best friend of my husband’s parents. Her husband and the ‘folks’ would love to play Skip-Bo and eat snacks.
When someone dies it is always a hard and difficult time.
She was ready to go and made the decision to leave the hospital and go home on hospice.
When someone dies it leaves those of us who are left behind with only memories, pictures and stories we remember.
When we know they lived a good and happy life it is easier to let them go, even though we grieve we don’t grieve without hope.
She love her Lord Jesus. Her faith got her through a lot of hard and difficult times, and she remained strong.
When she closed her eyes and breathed her last breath, I am positive she entered into Heaven and asked,
‘Where is Dorothy?’ my husband’s mother who passed away a few years ago.
She also got to see her son who passed away and her grandson.
Frances Eva Henthorne 1926-2016 … She will be missed.
