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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.

Another birthday to remember

Another birthday to remember.
My sister passed away in June of 2019, but her birthday was February 11th.
I remember the many moments we shared together, both good and bad.
It was not all rosy, but we were always close.
In one season of time, I had not seen her for over a few years and I really missed her.
So, I sent her a plane ticket to fly home.
I picked her up at the airport and she stayed at our house for a few days, then I drove her down to our parents.
Meeting them halfway then they drove to their home, and I stayed in a bed and breakfast place alone.
She enjoyed the trip and later I found out she was so out of her comfort zone it was a miracle she flew.
Not long after that she went back to Arkansas and told the family, “I’m going home.”
They loaded up the truck like the Beverly hillbilly’s and drove back to Oregon.
Our driveway had their ‘belongings’ for a few months until they could get settled.
The journey back to Oregon was a good one.
She had many rough moments and many hard times, but she tried her best to make it.
Her husband found a job and they found an apartment and it all worked out.
Her story is hard. Our story together was hard. Our life growing up was hard.
At one point, she was on hospice and dying. The four of us, my older sister and her husband and me and my husband.
Tag teamed to take care of her. We did such a good job of helping her along with her doctor, she lived from 2006 to 2019.
Way longer than I would ever have imagined her to live and survive and thrive.
She was a miracle in many ways.
Although we were tested and it was not often easy, I would never regret our investment in her.
Happy Birthday Mary, I will share a doughnut and remember how much you loved them.

Today is national wear red day

Today is National Wear Red Day.
It represents the many women diagnosed and suffering from heart attack or strokes.
It is a silent killer.
Often times you hear of men having heart attacks not so much about women.
The heart is critical to life.
The bible talks about the heart 439 times.
It is fundamental to our faith and our life.
We breathe because our hearts beat, and our lungs give us air.
[God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together, he gave me a fresh start. Now I’m alert to God’s ways; I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works; I try not to miss a trick. I feel put back together, and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.] Psalm 18:20,21
[The wise counsel God gives when I’m awake is confirmed by my sleeping heart.
Day and night I’ll stick with God; I’ve got a good thing going and I’m not letting go.] Psalm 16:7,8
Have you ever had a serious issue follow you around and you didn’t get a resolve for it till the next morning?
Our sleeping heart is working and teaching us not only to rest but to figure out the issues.
So many nights I start out sleeping peaceful then I wake up with a spirit that needs something.
It is the mind, body and heart working together.
[God, you did everything you promised, and I’m thanking you with all my heart.
You pulled me from the brink of death, my feet from the cliff-edge of doom.
Now I stroll at leisure with God in the sunlit fields of life.] Psalm 56:12,13
[Don’t grieve God. Don’t break his heart. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for himself.
Don’t take such a gift for granted.] Ephesians 4:30
Being saved from something that should have or could have been your death is something to be grateful for.
I know some who have been restored after a heart attack.
I don’t know any women though, it is interesting.
As we move through this ‘day’ of red may we remember that our hearts condition sets the stage for our life.
Today is National Wear Red Day.

Keep being brave are words

Keep being brave are words on a card I have on my bulletin board above my computer.
It is a wonderful reminder for me to continually do more than I think I can, and to challenge myself.
Life is funny because sometimes you get to a point of wonder or worry about what could you manage, should you have to.
It’s not logical to think about that but I have to remind myself to be brave, to push forward and to believe in myself.
When I was going through radiation, I had to tell myself about every day for 16 days, I could do it.
It’s not easy to go in and be exposed to massive radiation waves, but it was necessary.
The final result is no cancer. No returning for scans for a year.
That is awesome and exciting.
I have friends who are dealing with cancer and the thought of what is to come for them.
It brings up fear even if one is a strong believer.
The unknown is hard. I wasn’t sure what to expect when the biopsy had to be done.
Then the lumpectomy to follow.
I suppose I could say that whole experience was life altering for me.
I will never be the same person I was before this time in my life.
Medical things are often hard, cold and uncomfortable, we often find ourselves praying for another way.
When I see commercials about little kids with cancer it just makes me mad.
They should not have to deal with it.
My daughter’s best friend had leukemia for years.
My best friend is dealing with cancer, and another friend is also.
Keep being brave is a mantra we all can say in those times of distress.
I don’t know the future for any of my friends, but I do know that God is in control.
Those who are dealing with changes are the strong ones.
Those who walk through the doors with conviction that all will be well.
They are the strong ones.
But sometimes you can’t be strong. Sometimes you have to let it go.
Keep being brave will always be my reminder to face each day with hope, with prayer and the promises of God.

A way of keeping busy I suppose

A way of keeping busy, I suppose.
When I woke up the other morning from a deep sleep, I remembered how I used to play with this little box.
As a child it kept me busy for hours and my goals were to either try to create pictures or go back and forth until the screen showed the inside.
I know …a weird kid, but I stayed out of the range of ‘issues’, and it could keep me busy for hours.
Kids now adays don’t know how to entertain themselves other than what is electronically put in front of them.
For Christmas my husband bought me a few color books for adults. Actually, a good friend sent me the first one.
I started off with colored pencils then moved to using colored pens that go on like a paint brush.
It is relaxing, challenging and doesn’t take much brain power, which is good at my age.
I am not sure I would actually go back into doing art, in high school I took Art four years and junior high I believe it was for two years.
Plus, I trained in graphic arts in high school, doing all the lay out and printing and typesetting for many projects, plus I ran a printing press.
When we were getting married, I created our wedding invitations and thank you notes as a class project.
Received the invitations free, received triple A’s, because it was a final project, so it was a win-win for sure.
This is going back many years, but I don’t think it is easy to forget.
They don’t do things like that anymore.
Modern technology sometimes is wonderful although I do think kids need to learn skills.
In high school the place I went to was called occupational skills center, and it was similar to a community college.
It offered many different life skills that students could take and learn.
Many never went on further to college because it wasn’t needed.
As a child I always found things to keep me out of the home ‘chaos’ at times.
A way of keeping busy I suppose and checking out for a few hours.

The Friday link up online:

The Friday link up online is the word: IMPORTANT
In the last two weeks I have seen a few doctors for regular checkups or follow up tests.
It is so IMPORTANT to do these things.
As we age, we can miss something serious by avoiding something uncomfortable.
I had mammograms, ultrasounds with great results.
I had a meeting with my surgeon with great results.
Because I am a breast cancer survivor who was caught very early, and it was removed.
I had sessions of radiation after surgery, and I still have to follow up on all testing.
I had a colon test with all the fasting and prepping and a little bit of anxiety.
With GREAT results. Don’t have to do that for ten more years.
None of us like dental work but it’s IMPORTANT to keep up on the care of our teeth.
None of us like blood draws or other uncomfortable things, but we have no other way to see if we are healthy.
It is so important to follow up and do what is needed.
Now that I am in my mid-sixties it is even MORE important to follow the guidelines.
It was very exciting to hear three good news results in a short amount of time.
You can imagine how it was for me to go through the knowledge of breast cancer.
But I walk by faith and not by sight and I know and knew that nothing is without a purpose.
All that is needed for me, is to walk more, shed a little bit of weight and try to get a bit more organized.
Not going to get too crazy with all that, just enough to keep healthy.
The Friday link up is a group of writers who are given a word for the week.
The word is what is the focus for our writing.
I found this word. IMPORTANT so right with where I am in life in this new year.
The Friday link up online is the word: Important

A new year, and a birthday blessing

A new year, and a birthday blessing have been the beginning of this 2022 start.
I found out my cancer scans were clear and considered normal.
That was a tremendous praise to my heart.
Plus, I had a 67th birthday and snow too.
For 1 month my husband and I are the same age.
I believe good things for this year.
We have had enough hard, enough sickness and death.
It is time for the normal part of what we remember of life a few years ago to return.
Every year I search and pray and wait for my ‘word of the year.’
After taking a test that asks a bunch of questions my word came back to me as ‘encouraged’.
Oh. I can hold onto to this one because my spiritual gift is encouragement.
Also, discernment and exhortation. I love to think of the best in people.
Sometimes you really have to look and very few times have I said, ‘no this person needs great help.’
In this new year, I want to write more ‘thinking of you notes’ to those is my life.
I want to make time to visit with them, whether that be in person or by phone.
I want to try to exercise more. Not the kind of ‘over doing’ but just a daily walk or time on our recumbent bike.
I want to write more.
It takes effort and a push to do any of these.
One must set out with a goal and do the best to accomplish it.
I am 67 now. Older and wiser and hopefully healthier too.
I desire to be an example for my grandchildren. Someone they can look up to and remember as ‘a positive’ in their lives.
Someday I pray for a great grandchild, only one, for a picture for someone’s wall.
We will see and time will tell but that is something I pray for and hope for.
I always pray for a special friend of mine who is dealing with leukemia.
God is good to her, and she is blessed to be stable and doing well.
I will always pray for all six of our grandchildren.
For them to be healthy, happy and spiritually minded.
Three are heading to college so this grandma really needs to pray.
We say goodbye to 2021 now and as we make a toast. We invite the new.

A new year, and a birthday blessing have been the beginning of this 2022. (Vineyard found in Sweet Cheeks winery, Oregon)

The birth of Jesus was well orchestrated

The birth of Jesus was well orchestrated with many different characters.
Each had a role given to them for the specific purpose within the story.
Beginning with Mary, and the Angel Gabriel, then Joseph, Elizabeth (and even baby John), and Zechariah.
Then we find the Shepherds out in the field with more angels greeting them with song: and Gabriel again.
Then we find Simeon and Anna in the temple, who had waited many years for this very special moment.
Then we also add in Herod who was an angry man tricking the Wise men who were told to find the baby.
I think I would also add the donkey, who went with Mary and Joseph and helped with the journey.
Remembering that the donkey brought her to his birth, the donkey also brought him later to his death.
Scripture had to be fulfilled.
Each character had to do their part, not too different than in the story of his death.
Each one played a role, and each one was needed.
There were many others in the verses that I read, but these were the key players who formed the beautiful story.
As we sing, Oh little town of Bethlehem.
we visualize ‘our picture’ based on Christmas cards of nativity scenes.
We love to sing silent night, Holy Night, all is calm… all is bright.
But really it wasn’t.
Yes, it was a Holy night, but it was dim and probably not well lighted with anything but a lantern.
I love the Song, Sweet little Jesus boy, for it says, “We didn’t know who you were.”
I believe that to be true. No one expected a Savior to come the way HE did.
Even Mary might not have fully understood the baby she gave birth to, was the Holy One.
Too much to take in, too much to think on.
Silence was within the 400 years from the Old Testament to the birth of Jesus.
The silence was broken by a baby’s cry.
I think a lot about Mary, so young and alone maybe only having Joseph with her.
I think of Joseph with a huge responsibility put upon Him.
because God saw that HE could do it and He knew his heart was right.
We hear very little about him after Jesus was born. I wonder so much about him.
I am sure he stayed with Mary, and they had other children; but did they ever talk about this
special Holy Birth?
May we read with a new awareness of all that it took,
for this baby to bring Hope to a very dark world.
The birth of Jesus was well orchestrated with many characters.