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.
by Sharon O | Mar 3, 2016 | Uncategorized
I have been quiet this week, doing a lot of thinking and praying and pondering.
Life has been both good and really hard, so it is good to take a quiet little break.
We went to our ‘friends’ memorial service which was packed with many people.
It was a day of remembering… and gratitude that we were able to know her.
Our ‘grown’ children are finding good blessings around the corner for them.
Something every parent wants to see and know.
Our lives are moving at a pace that is slow yet fast approaching my husband’s retirement.
Job changes, money changes, I heard our doctor is no longer ‘in business’ so that is a new change.
I don’t like change.
I like the familiar. I like to know what is coming at me and what to expect.
Some things are out of our control. So I wait and tell myself to breathe, and enjoy the beauty that surrounds us.
Sometimes that is all you can do.
by Sharon O | Feb 26, 2016 | Uncategorized
The word prompt for the day is another easy one that fits right into our ‘week’ very well.
The word chosen is ‘Morning.’
Tomorrow morning we will get up and get ready to go to one more memorial service for one more friend who passed away.
It can be termed as MOURNING in the Morning.
Yes, same word two different spellings and two different meanings.
It is very sad to think that she is gone. No longer here, but in Heaven now.
I remember our conversations, our prayers for each other and our emails.
She left too soon. Born in 1960 and leaving in 2016.
God does know when we begin life and when we end it, but it seems so soon.
I have to trust that for some reason God wanted her to leave this place and move to a quieter more pleasant ‘scene’.
It is ok we can miss her from down here and we can wonder what it would have been like to have her stay.
Perhaps the best ‘peaceful place,’ is in heaven considering her struggle for the last four years.
Tomorrow morning we will drive to a church, sit in a pew bench, sing a few songs and remember, mourning is just for a short time.
Good bye my friend. I will miss you.
by Sharon O | Feb 24, 2016 | Uncategorized
I am tired and very weary of saying good bye and going to memorial services, for those who we know passing from us in un-expected ways, leaving us shocked or surprised and deeply saddened.
This Saturday we have a memorial service for our friend. She was beautiful, gifted, sweet and gentle.
I will miss her. When I heard she was on her death bed I was torn between going to visit and not.
Usually when one is on hospice, time is limited, and I had heard she was thin and gaunt looking and did I want to remember her that way?
I think not.
I remember her as a strong survivor who was courageous and brave.
I remember her as someone with deep faith and a warm spirit.
I remember sending messages via email to her and we would chat and talk and share, then she was not there.
The email address not available anymore.
I worried, I prayed. I fretted and wondered. Then I heard she was sicker, much sicker.
Cancer is a thief stealing from us those who we care for and wish to spend time with.
She fought hard and tried desperately to live in such a way as to find strength and stamina.
I wished to see her, but also respected the time she had with her family when someone is passing from this life to the next, it is a sacred time almost a holy place in time for remembering, for family and close intimate friends.
We were friends but I was not sure if it qualified me to ‘visit’ her in such a fragile condition.
Oh we knew her for over 15 years, but how comfortable would it be, to visit and observe, when she was dying.
It was a hard struggle for me to know what to do.
She was a daughter who loved her family, she was a kind and gentle person.
This Saturday we will walk into a church, listen to the words spoken and music sung and say good bye to one more, who left too early.
Then next Saturday we will go to another memorial service for an older person, who lived her life well and was ready to leave.
Each service will be a sad reminder that someday, we all will be ‘the one’ others will be coming for and I wonder, when it comes to be our time,
I pray and I hope we will leave a legacy that others will remember for many years after.
A good and positive legacy, of life, and love and hope and faith shared.
I will always remember our friend. Her beauty, her faith, her courageous smile.
She was beautiful.
by Sharon O | Feb 16, 2016 | Uncategorized
I didn’t get to the word prompt last Friday as I was focusing on the Valentine theme week, so today I am sharing the word prompt.
The word they chose is: Limit
An easy word I think, we often get to the end of our ’emotional, or physical road’ and sense there is a limit to what we can or cannot do.
I certainly am noticing many things in the last year that has changed for me.
Stairs are not as easy to climb, I cannot lift heavy objects as easy.
There is a Limit to my tolerance for rude people or behavior. I used to be able to ignore them, now I want to express my opinion.
Life is too short for rudeness or disrespect from others. I set a limit on those kinds of people in my life.
As we move towards our retirement money will be set to a Limit. It will not be as easy to spend knowing that ‘this is it’, and the well can get dry.
As we get older we set a Limit on our choice of snacks and wrong foods because as I have learned from reading, we really do become what we consume.
There has to be a Limit of the ‘not so good’ choices and an increase of the good choices.
When our children were little we would take them to the beach or camping and we would set the perimeters around where they could play.
The boundary was placed and they were given limits, or places of confinement for their safety.
The same as when we had our ‘dog’s there were certain limits we gave them, as to where they could go.
Life is full of these kinds of decisions, no matter what age we are, there are rules of limit for us.
It is good. It is safe and peaceful.
God even said that in the garden of Eden when He told Adam and Eve, you can eat everything but NOT from this one tree.
Did they listen? no. Did they get the cause and effect of that bad decision? yes. And we do to when we don’t follow the rules.
It is good to have a limits within our boundary where we can stay safe and secure as we move through life.
by Sharon O | Feb 12, 2016 | Uncategorized
When looking at the Bible there are 686 references to love inside this wonderful book.
That is powerful and obviously it means a lot for us because nothing was put in the word that God did not want.
[Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. Deuteronomy 6:5] .
There are commandments and then there are affirmations on the ‘word love’ for us to pay attention to and act upon.
[So be very careful to love the Lord your God. Joshua 23:11]
There are instructions on how to love others, how to love our families and how to even love our selves.
[You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you. Psalm 86:5]
There are so many wonderful verses to pick and choose from I am not sure where to begin.
I am hoping you understand and follow by now that our God is a wonderful, loving and respectful God.
[But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
Psalm 86:15]
He is always faithful, always waiting, always loving no matter what we do.
[When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. Psalm 94:18]
It is comforting to know HE cares always, is never too busy, although that is hard to imagine as He is God.
[ For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Psalm 11:5]
He stay with us throughout every generation and every span of time.
[But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children— Psalm 103:17]
Oh I pray we grasp the depth and the width and the wonderful powerful love HE gives us over and over and over.
[For great is your love, higher than the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Psalm 108:4]
It is good to remember and give thanks, it is good to remember and feel grateful. It is good to hold onto the promise, HE is not ever leaving.
[Great peace have those who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble. Psalm 119:165]
I pray we all in this time ‘of love’, remember God loves us. US that is You who are reading this, and ME who is writing this. Loves US.
[I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me. proverbs 8:17]
[He has shown you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8]
[For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16]
There are many more verses I could share with you, I think the point has been made.
God’s love is always, available for us whenever we decide to seek him.
[God looks down from heaven on all mankind to see if there are any who understand, any who seek God.
Psalm 53:2]
On this Valentine weekend I pray we remember ‘the one Valentine,’ who gives us peace and hope and joy forever
and loves us with an unconditional love.
