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The three day wait begins

The three day wait begins at the start of good Friday, leading into Sunday the resurrected Easter.
We are not told anything about Mary and how she responded, or even Joseph.
They knew the birth of Jesus was significant and miraculous and they also knew it was going to end.
No one is prepared for a death on a cross. No one is prepared for the death of a child loved.
Especially a parent who has watched their child grow and mature and do ministry that they understood, but maybe didn’t.
Mary knew he had abilities to perform miracles, she had seen it.
I cannot even begin to imagine the horror of seeing YOUR child however old he is, being killed in a chaotic crowd.
The disciples disappeared fearing for their own lives.
The intensity of the cross was all too common in the time and era, but Jesus was different.
They drug him through town, he was brutally beaten and then mocked.
The cross was horrific in every sense. Not one part of the body was ignored.
Pain and sorrow were hand in hand as the followers watched him hang there.
At noon the word tells us that Jesus called out with a loud cry, “My God, My God, why have you abandoned me?”
It was all a part of the original plan, but the reality was so intense and so isolating for him.
When he finally died the temple curtain in the sanctuary was torn from top to bottom.
Witnesses observed and said, “This man truly was the sun of God!”
Darkness covered the entire area in a very surreal way.
Those who were there knew something was different.
Even the thieves on the two crosses beside Jesus, before he died, knew he was different.
It was a sorrowful day.
The man called Joseph of Arimathea was allowed to remove his body and prepare him for burial.
The two Mary’s watched and followed, Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Jesus.
The leaders were unsure of Jesus power, so they placed a very LARGE stone in front of the entrance of the tomb.
The three day wait begins at the start of good Friday.

The week of Easter for Jesus

The week of Easter for Jesus had to be one of intense loss and anticipation.
He had built a relationship with the disciples and soon that would be ending.
He knew his time was coming to a close just as it was meant to be.
The last supper in the upper room was in a way his closure.
Mark 14:17
[In the evening Jesus arrived with the twelve disciples. They were at the table eating, Jesus said,
“I tell you the truth, one of you eating with me here will betray me.”
Greatly distressed, each one asked in turn, “Am I the one?”]
Then he went on to a teaching about the wine and the bread and the significance of it’s meaning.
He had established a betrayal, He had spent time teaching them, He had a hymn to share with them.
It was all a part of the final story and the final night.
Soon he would go into the garden and pray to the Father for another way.
“Father let this cup pass from me, take this cup of suffering from me.”
A different way was not possible.
He told them, [“My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. stay here and keep watch with me.”]
He prayed to the Father three times in the garden.
Intense prayers, blood spilling prayers.
He knew his betrayal from everyone was coming and also the intensity of the crowds.
I am not sure anyone could be prepared for that kind of chaos.
Emotions ran high on that night, as Jesus was taken away.
The disciples ran away and hid, fearing for their own lives because of their association with him.
They deserted him.
Then Peter was close enough for them to ask him.
[“You were one of those with Jesus of Nazareth.”]
Peter denied it. Not once, but three times.
Then Peter broke down and wept.
Jesus had told him that before the rooster crows twice, you will deny three times that you even know me.
It was a prophecy fulfilled, just as many others would be as this story unfolds.
The week of Easter for Jesus had to be the hardest for him.

The week of Easter had deep meaning for Jesus

The week of Easter had deep meaning for Jesus.
I would imagine HE knew this was his last few days to do ministry.
He spent time with the disciples. He tried to teach them what was going to happen.
In the home of Simon a man who was healed by Jesus, a woman came in with a beautiful alabaster jar of expensive perfume.
She broke it and poured it all over Jesus head. The disciples were upset with her and scolded her harshly.
Mark 14:6
But Jesus replied, “Leave her alone. why criticize her for doing such a good thing to me.
You will always have the poor among you, and you can help them whenever you want to. But you will not always have me.
She has done what she could and has anointed my body for burial ahead of time.
I tell you the truth, wherever the good news is preached throughout the world, this woman’s deed will be remembered and discussed.”
He was aware and KNEW his death was coming and the meaning of the oils and perfume was a prophecy of what was to come for him.
Around the same time as this Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve disciples, went to the leading priest to arrange to betray Jesus to them.
He began looking for an opportunity to betray Jesus because the leaders promised him money.
Can you imagine? I am sure HE did not understand or know what was to take place in just a few days.
What would cause someone to betray someone, who you had been following for a while?
He had seen the miracles. He had full views of the many things Jesus had said and done.
The sad part of this story is Jesus knew too.
He knew someone would have to get the leaders angry and HE knew it had to happen soon.
Betrayal is such an evil thing.
The week of Easter had deep meaning for Jesus and the story of the cross.

Palm Sunday the week of Easter

Palm Sunday the week of Easter.
The final entrance of the story that Jesus had been preparing.
Christmas was the story of his birth. Mary and Joseph used a donkey to get to Bethlehem so he could be born to fulfill prophecy.
Palm Sunday also used a donkey to bring him to a place of ministry and purpose.
I remember the days before quarantine and covid the churches would sing songs of his triumphal entry.
“Praise Him blessed is HE who cometh in the name of the Lord.”
I always find it interesting, that the same people who cheered him on and who welcomed him with palm branches; turned on him not barely a week later.
Mark 11:
As Jesus and his disciples approached Jerusalem, they came to the towns of Bethpage and Bethany on the mount of Olives.
Jesus sent two of them on ahead. “Go into that village over there,” he told them. “As soon as you enter it, you will see a young donkey tied there that no one has ever ridden.
Untie it and bring it here, If anyone asks, “what are you doing? Just say. “The Lord needs it and will return it soon.”
The two disciples left and found the colt standing in the street, tied outside the front door. As they were untying it, some bystanders demanded, “What are you doing, untying the colt?”
They said what Jesus had told them to say, and they were permitted to take it. Then they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their garments over it, and he sat on it.
Many in the crowd spread their garments on the road ahead of him, and others spread leafy branches they had cut in the fields.
Jesus was in the center of the procession and the the people were shouting, “Praise God! Blessings on the one who comes in the name of the Lord!”
I remember in church little kids would have large branches, and they would spread them down the aisle, while other children would sing and walk over them.
The final entrance of the story of Jesus. The reason He came and the reason He had prepared for.
Palm Sunday the week of Easter.
The welcoming triumphant entry of  Jesus.

The month is almost over

The month of March is almost over and wow it’s been quite the month.
Weather issues caused lots of problems around our area as cold ice storms surrounded us.
Many homes and businesses had lot’s of tree damage with branches broken to the ground.
We had to remove a large tree in our back yard because it was seriously damaged.
We had to clean up and estimate how much was done to the yard.
I use the word ‘we’ very loosely my husband and his brother did the work, I watched from the patio window.
Our plans for a new tree will happen sometime, as soon as the root ball from the old one dies.
We have had birthdays and I even sewed a quilt for a grandson, each grand child gets a quilt on their 13th birthday.
I am looking forward to spring days where sunshine is mostly what we see.
The daffodils and hyacinths are blooming and a sneak peak of spring is arriving.
Soon it will be Easter and I am not sure what we are going to do.
In years past we had family gatherings and meals shared, but this year is very different.
I have been making a mental list of things that need to get done around the house.
It seems I am a very good procrastinator and what is pending… still is.
Each little project takes time and energy.
I am beginning to do more focusing on my writing too, there is so much more that I can do.
It seems like each day moves into the next day and soon the month is almost over one more time.
I guess that’s what happens when we get older and life is just a continuation of the last month.
I am enjoying our home and I am enjoying our time together.
Retirement is nice.
The month is almost over and I am looking forward to better days ahead.

Three years and six days after our son

Three years and six days after our son was born we were expecting our second child.
It was to be a surprise and we didn’t find out ‘who’ was joining us till the birth.
Our son was very excited to be a big brother, but also very determined to not have his birthday crashed.
I didn’t have normal labor with him, it was rushed and hard, so with this second baby I was aware of contractions but not to a point of concern.
I had gone to a doctor’s appointment that day and had an ultrasound picture in my purse.
The baby was breech, head up, and very comfortable. The doctor said, ‘snug as as a bug can be.’
We were invited to a birthday party of my husband’s brother and we visited, and had cake and ice cream.
I remember heading home in the car and feeling a bit uncomfortable but not too bad.
By nature I have a high pain tolerance so for me it has to be HORRIBLE in order for me to complain.
We watched some TV and put our son to bed.
I ended up in bed and as the night progressed the pains progressed.
I finally woke my husband up and said, “can you time this?”
I was having very regular very strong labor.
We called grandma and she came in the dark of the night.
We got into the car and headed for the hospital.
By that time I was pushing and really having a difficult time.
Of course the baby was facing the wrong way and as soon as we got to the hospital, they realized it was urgent.
I was rushed into surgery, a C-section as my husband was out waiting to sit beside me.
It was again a rushed time of anesthesia and Iv’s but thank God they could give me a block.
It was urgent with a breech baby to get the surgery done.
At 5:13am we were parents again after about 8 hours of mild to hard labor.
Three years and six days after our son was born we were blessed with a daughter.
She had dark hair and olive complexion. She had a round head and was beautiful.
Tiny, too all of 5 pounds. We named her Sarah.
Three years and six days after our son was born, we were parents again.

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We were young and we didn’t really know

We were young and didn’t really know what we were doing 46 years ago.
The day our son was born.
I remember the hospital experience like it was yesterday.
The doctor chose to induce on our due date, because I was very small and the baby could have been bigger.
So we arrived at the hospital, I was set up with Iv’s and all the things they do to get labor started.
Morning came and nothing happened, lunch arrived and still not much happening, then the afternoon nurse arrived.
I call her the nurse with little compassion or caring.
She looked at me and said, “well you are not doing much let’s get this going so you can have this baby by dinner.”
This was around 3:30 when her shift started.
She turned the pit drip up that was in my Iv and labor began.
Hard and fast. Swift and scary. Monitor’s and needles surrounded me, and my doctor insisted on a block.
I really didn’t need it but when you are 20 and you have no clue what to expect, you let your doctor choose.
God was with us during this process.
Hard labor was in the room with us and I was more and more uncomfortable.
In order for the block to be given, the doctor had me roll into a ball on the bed on my side and the nurse assisted him.
I can honestly say it did not work. They waited too late.
I was pushing my first born baby out and they were trying to numb me.
The labor room was fast and furious.
My husband had to change in the broom closet because they were not ready for me to be so quick.
At 5:35 pm Our son was born. In time for dinner.
My legs were completely numb and I felt most of the dramatic birth other than the intense pain.
It was a very surreal moment because I was numb, and I was in shock because it happened so fast.
When they asked me if I wanted to eat I was just not up to it at the time.
We were young and we didn’t really know what we were doing, the day our 6 pound baby boy was born.Christopher… You have always been our joy, our pride and our son who grew up to be a dad to three of your own boy’s.

As we head into a new month

As we head into a new month I am reminded of this year so far.
It has been very interesting and very challenging at times.
March brings daylight savings time, so the days will be longer and the night won’t come so early.
It also brings many birthdays in our family.
I finished a quilt for a grandson and that should be done and delivered for his 13th birthday.
Every grand child gets a quilt from grandma on their 13th birthday.
I figure it’s a milestone and beginning of teen years.
There is one more grand child to sew for and he is only 10.
I see my oncologist hopefully for a good and encouraging appointment.
The journey of breast cancer has been life altering and I have to adjust to the new ‘team of doctors’.
Hoping the weather will be good and not so many rainy days or heavy winds.
Our tree in the backyard had to come down.
Such a sad and different look for the backyard. but it had to be removed. It was unsafe.
Spring cleaning will be on the calendar, it’s time for deep cleaning.
My cat keeps getting sick on the carpet and I just do my best to keep it cleaned up.
We are going to go down to the beach and spend time in our trailer and relaxing.
That will be a nice change and a small getaway.
I had to get a new cell phone and then in that process I got locked out of it, so I wait to use it fully.
I am feeling like my patience is being tested.
I will not complain I will just wait it out and hope for a good result.
By next Sunday I should be able to set a new password on my phone and use it the way it should be used.
As we head into a new month, I am looking forward to some easier days a head.

The month of February started out normal

The month of February started out pretty normal and then we had an ice storm.
Not your normal kind of ice storm, this was after a few days of snow that was too wet to enjoy.
Then we got a deep freeze.
It was very thick and very cold for our area.
It snowed but with the snow there was ice, so I still couldn’t walk in the snow.
Our backyard had a beautiful shade tree that we enjoyed in the summer.
Notice I said, “had”… yeah it broke in three places and it is in the process of being removed.
I am sad about that but determined to find a nice small leave maple to put in it’s place.
The power was out from Friday night to Wednesday.
The house temp plunged to low 40’s and my husband finally got our trailer in our driveway.
We had batteries running the furnace which was a blessing, the house had hot water because it’s gas.
At first I didn’t know we could shower or wash dishes, couldn’t use the dishwasher but they could be rinsed.
Found out with a gas water heater, you can still use the water and it’s hot.
That was a blessing.
We dressed in layers, with wool socks and heavy coats.
I worried about our neighbors who are seniors and maybe not so able to get warm.
We cooked in our trailer or we bought take out meals.
We were not able to go to our grand daughter’s 17th birthday party.
It was too icy to travel so we tried to see them a few days later.
There are still many homes around that have no power.
The linemen are amazing and it is a job that is full of danger and fatigue.
I cannot imagine the pressure those guys had on them to ‘fix it’.
We see the damage all around us, almost every block has trees that have broken.
It will take weeks to get it all cleaned up.
We even have a huge pile of tree branches to take somewhere.
We had to take everything out of our refrigerator and throw it away, and most of our frozen items we took to family.
I think now that we have heat, we have power, we have somewhat of a normal life now.
I will forever remember and be grateful for this season of testing.
The month of February started out normal until it changed dramatically.

A birthday to remember as the years move

A birthday to remember as the years move past us.
My sister Mary has a birthday on February 11.
We have a long history of good and bad that was shared between us.
She was the middle sister.
Her life was hard, and confusing and she struggled a lot.
She also survived way more than anyone should have in her life time.
She was at times funny, and at other times harsh, although I personally never experienced that side of her.
She had what is called an addictive personality and in high school (which she never finished) she was into drugs.
Later she moved into the alcohol to numb the pains of her past.
She did not know how to cope with life in a normal way.
I was her voice when it came to important decisions as she aged and needed more care.
It was always hard, and challenging for her.
She had a husband who loved her to the very end; until he passed away before her in 2006.
At that time in her life she was very much into the bottle and very toxic to herself.
She was on hospice when she moved into our home, even before her husband passed away.
Our family detoxed her from a fifth of vodka to six ounces in six weeks or less.
It was a determined effort and it was extremely hard.
We had an amazing doctor who worked with us and we had to get her well enough to move.
There was no way she would ever survive on her own, she was too ill, and near deaths door.
In time she healed, in time she stopped the alcohol, in time she moved from a foster home, to an assisted living home.
They were able to take care of her and keep her safe.
Eventually years later, she moved from there to a family members home.
My sister passed away June 8th, 2019.
I will always remember our times together.
The hard, the sweet, the tender and the challenging.
Before she left the assisted living home, my husband and I would go to visit her.
At first we would take her out for a meal and then that became such an ordeal for all of us,
we decided to just take her a box of doughnuts.
She loved her sweets and she enjoyed the treat.
So now every year on her birthday, I get a doughnut in memory of her.
She was and always will be a part of my life. A sister to me.
A birthday to remember as the years move past us.