Babysitting (for Gwen and Tim) from ONE to four to ONE!

What a fun time I just had with this cutie! There is nothing better than spending one on one time with your grandchildren. This time with Anna was a real treat. 

You can really get a clear idea of the passage of time through pictures.  The top picture is from this weekend - Anna and I together, having a great time while Gwen and Tim (and Lia, Ellie, and Zeke) are on a Youth Retreat.  The bottom picture is the very first time I watched Lia in 2008 when Gwen and Tim were on a Youth Mission Trip.  Since 2008, I have either been with on a Mission trip to watch a child or watched Gwen and Tim's children at home while they served on youth retreats/missions.  But this year marked an important change.  I am now back to only having one child to watch!  This was the first youth activity that Zeke could attend (he will be a middle schooler in the fall.)  So it was just a special Anna and Grandma time.  For the last 14 years, at least once a year (three times a year recently) I have done my own "mission" taking care of my grandchildren so that Gwen and Tim can serve where they are called.

Anna had a very special time all planned out for us.  This included a special "check in" to the "Johnson Hotel", where I was given a special guest room.  She had really gone all out and put special things I might need in the guest room (even a Bible) and extra things in the bathroom.  She was very excited.  

The first activity on Anna's agenda was for us to create another "needle felting" project.  If you missed a couple blogs ago, we learned this new craft.  I had purchased this project that day and Anna was waiting to complete it when I could help her out.  We managed together to create this wonderful kitty.  Anna was so happy with it and it was such a small project.  We had a movie night and Anna got to pick the movie.  In typical "youngest" fashion, she pointed out that she "never" (okay, rarely) gets to pick what movie is chosen.  I was a bit hesitant about her choice, but I have to say, I genuinely enjoyed that movie.  I can't remember the name of this kid movie, but it was roughly about some kids of Super Heros, who had their own special powers.  It sparked lots of good conversations and we both agreed it was worth watching.  

After a good nights sleep, we went for a "fancy" breakfast out in a restaurant.   Anna is a wonderful conversationalist and also noticed how hard the waitress was working. I am amazed at how aware Anna is and just how much she has to say.  What a pleasant meal it was! 

Anna has been asking to go shopping to spend some gift cards she has been saving, as well as some "tooth fairy" money.  So, we started out at the ever kid-friendly Dollar Tree.  She was able to get 6 very special items and spend her teeth money.  As a special surprise, I took her to one of the kids favorite playgrounds.  It had rained heavily all day on Friday.  So early on Saturday morning it was still a bit wet, but it was warm and the sun was shining!

Anna had a great time, running and playing.  She was surprised to discover that she has grown a couple of inches since her last visit to this play space and she could now reach one of those "rings that slide on a track". (I am not sure what that is called, but it is the top picture on the right).  So we both spent a wonderful hour in the much needed sunshine and fresh air.  

We visited a couple more stores for Anna to finish all of her important purchases.  She managed to easily spend her Easter Basket gift card from Aunt Susie and Uncle Doug on very "girly" purchases of hand cream, lip balm. hand sanitizers and a special holder for that sanitizer.  She was one happy girl for sure.  

No shopping spree with an 8 year old girl is complete without visiting Claire's.  She was able to find exactly what she wanted and we ended our shopping day with one very happy Anna.

When we arrived home, Anna was surprised to find her seed project on the ground, after it sprouted its first leaf and grew out of the ziplock that had been it's home.  It sure is amazing to see these Lima beans grow roots and then sprout and grow up toward the sun!   Even those seeds needed that warm sun today.  It was special that I got to see the growth of those seeds as I was thinking about just how much Anna has grown up. 

We did a bit of organizing in Anna's room and then had plenty of time to get outside and take a long walk.  We explored all over their yard and watched for any "wildlife" we might see.  We sure heard a bunch of frogs but only saw squirrels and an occasional bunny.  

On our walk in their neighborhood, the frog sounds were almost deafening.  We tried really hard to actually find a frog, but no success.  When we got back home, there was only a couple of hours left until the family returned home.  We played many rounds of "War" and I managed to actually win one. I read many stories out of some big "collection" books.  Anna would have sat and listened to more, but I got her to agree on another game instead. She decided on Blokus and we played a few games. 

I learned that Anna really likes Blokus. One of the reasons she likes this game is because she got to play it "every night" with Tim when he was working from home, due to Covid restrictions.  Isn't it interesting that something that we so often saw as hard and so bad, allowed for this special time with Tim when he didn't have a long commute.  It doesn't take very much to find good things from what was a very bad situation.  

So this grandma came home with a smile on my face.  Even though we are back to our (usual) April rainy weather, I still have that sunny feeling that this special time brings.  I have been thinking about the desire to always be moving forward.  I am not sure exactly where that desire comes from, but I know I have certainly felt that at times.  It is terrible to feel stuck and for so many of us, the pandemic has made us feel like being stuck in a nightmare.  We were isolated and limited and it was hard to not be fearful.  All we could do was pray to move on - to move forward out of this horrible situation.  Yet, in this event, in some ways, I am moving backwards to a time of one on one with my grandkids.  And in this case, backwards is not terrible.  I realized today that it is really important to move forward and find one on one time with each of the kids.  There it is - the moving forward that I am looking for. 

Over the past year or so, I have been wondering if the things that I had thought I was to accomplish and haven't yet done, are really FOR ME.  Those things that I thought the Lord was directing me towards but somehow they have not come to pass.  I know I am not alone in feeling sort of "done" as we age.  I have entered a new season of life as a widow.  So in many ways, I have less keeping me from doing all of those things I once could say "I don't have time for this".  Over the last several months, I have been prayerfully considering a long list of "not yet accomplished" things.  I am convinced that this is something that we all should do often.  Sometimes we get so caught up in just doing things that we don't stop and reflect and pray about them.  Or sometimes we get so used to NOT doing the things that we forget to pray about them.  So, moving forward (there it is again - that moving forward thing) I plan to be more intentional about this list.  I will take time to prioritize each item and most importantly, this will help me remember to be in prayer about them.  Yes, this moving forward thing is good. 

Jesus, thank you for the revelation you bring to us as we reflect on our everyday activities.  Help us to hear your voice, Holy Spirit, as we encounter those long lists of undone accomplishments.  Give us courage and boldness to step into those areas that may feel scary or hard.  Thank you for the love and laughter of children.  Help us Jesus, to know you are walking with us as we move forward.  Amen

What a spectacular week - Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter!

Everyone knew that 2022 was going to be different than the last couple of years.  We finally had some sense that the pandemic might really end.  It also looked like it might be spring on the horizon (or so we thought).  For me the entire week, from Palm Sunday to Easter, was an unexpected, wonderful, amazing time.  Easter ended with about an inch of snow overnight.  So we might have to wait a bit for that springtime.  These sweet faces bring me so much joy.  It was truly a season to remember.  

This picture reminds me of some of the very high points of the week for me.  Beginning on Palm Sunday.  The top left picture might not look like a "typical" Palm Sunday celebration. You can't see any palm branches waving.  But what it IS, is so much more.  My church has always had a "Palm Sunday Pilgrimage".  The entire congregation is encouraged to walk to church on that Sunday.  This helps to appreciate exactly what Jesus and his followers were experiencing on that first Palm Sunday.  Jerusalem was seeing thousands (maybe millions) of people flood in for the upcoming festival.  It was a big party.  And that is exactly what we had that day at church.  After walking in with over 50 children, youth and adults,  the service was a true celebration.  The most meaningful Palm Sunday I have ever had. 

The top right picture is another "unusual" service.  In past years with Lia and Zeke's first Communion, I have blogged about this Maundy Thursday service that is like no other.  This year was Ellie's first Communion.  Every family gathers at their own table, and during the Communion time, the oldest at each table serves everyone.  So, this year, I got to give Ellie her first Communion.  A truly amazing and awe inspiring time.  

The bottom left picture was Good Friday.  Most people would recognize this service as what you would expect.  The story of Jesus' last week was retold and as the story progressed, candles were extinguished until only the Christ Candle was left burning.  As the service concluded, Anna sang "This Little Light of Mine" as she carried that candle out of the church.  We were left sitting in the darkness of the hour.  I have never felt the finality of that darkness more than that night.  But more importantly, as we all know, Friday might be dark, but Sunday is on the way!  The Easter Celebration began with Anna once again singing "This Little Light of Mine" as she brought the Christ Candle back into the Sanctuary.  And a wonderful celebration it was!  He is risen!  He is risen indeed!

The bottom left is, of course, my family.  Being together and being entirely us.  We had a wonderful day doing all of the usual Easter stuff.  

The kids had their traditional egg hunt but this year Lia hid the eggs for the younger kids.  After she was done, only her eggs remained (each of the kids gets a special color egg making it easy for them to find their own eggs).  Tim was busy cooking dinner, so I volunteered to hide the eggs for Lia.  When the egg hunt was done, Lia could not find 4 of her eggs.  And this grandma had no idea where I had hidden them!  I took special notice of the places I thought she would never look, and she easily found those eggs.  But the elusive four eggs were nowhere to be found.  Gwen finally decided that squirrels must have taken them!  Which, given their property, might actually be possible!  Maybe sometime over the next few months, those eggs might show up?  One thing is certain, Grandma will not be hiding eggs again!

On the drive home I was reflecting on the amazing week.  It actually took my breath away.  There were so many "God moments" and breath taking times that it was hard to take it all in.  I experienced this season in new ways that I am still taking time to digest.  It is  good to know that I am not too old to grow and learn.  The entire way home, I found myself singing, "This Little Light of Mine" and thinking about all of the verses of that song...

This little light of mine!  I'm going to let it shine.  All around the neighborhood, I'm going to let it shine. Hide it under a bushel -NO!  I'm going to let it shine. Don't let Satan blow it out! I'm going to let it shine,  Let it shine till Jesus comes! I'm going to let it shine.

That is is good way to begin this new season.  Letting my light shine.  What a great reminder for all of us.  Let us shine more and argue less.  Let us shine more and worry less.  Let us shine more and take sides less.  Let us shine more!

Jesus, thank you for continuing to challenge me and encourage me to grow and learn.  Holy Spirit help us all to live in the joy and wonder of Easter as we move ahead.  Remind us that Sunday is coming when we are stuck in the darkness of Friday.  Give us courage to shine when we are faced with tough situations.  Give us boldness to shine in the strongest opposition.  Jesus thank you for you love!  Amen

Is it really April or is it still winter?

The first weekend of April, I finally got to help Doug celebrate his early March birthday!  It was a tradition for Ken and I to take Doug out for some good barbeque on his birthday.  Ken's favorite spot was Uncle Bub's and Doug also enjoys this.  It is a bit of long drive for us, but it is worth it!  However, on this day in early April, IT WAS SNOWING!  Not at all what we expected.  Still, so good to finally taste the wonderful food.  This was James first time in a restaurant and he did great!  As Doug said, "His head is on a swivel!"  He looked around and happily ate whatever small bits he was given.  Grace loved her food and even got ice cream for dessert!  This was my first time back at Uncle Bubs since Ken died which was a bit bittersweet.  It was a wonderful dinner and so fun to be together.

While my weeks are always busy, I usually have my weekends free.  But since April 1st, that has changed.  I realized that my Saturdays are booked until June 25!  I really don't know how that happened, but I am gearing up for some good times.

I got invited to accompany Ellie's Girl Scout troop on a recent excursion to a sheep farm and needlecrafting store.  I think that I had as much fun (or maybe even more) than the girls did. Anna got invited on the trip since the troop leader's younger daughter was also joining the fun.  Again, it was not typical April weather - it was cold and windy!  Cold enough for winter coats, hats and gloves.  

Esther's Place, in Big Rock, Illinoi is quite an amazing place.  They have a yarn store "in town" (I use this term very loosely since Big Rock is very small - think population of 1,000 and most of that is nearby farms).  They own a sheep farm nearby and actually process the wool from the sheep into this amazing yarns which are sold in the store.  All of the yarns are dyed with natural materials. The store is an explosion of color and textures.  Simply amazing. The activity includes going to the farm and meeting the sheep! 

Both Anna and Ellie had fun feeding the sheep some grain.  These sheep are wonderfully cared for and you can tell they are well loved.  The Ram was bleating away at us the entire time we were there.  Several of these sheep will soon be new mommies and you could recognize their waddle! The sheep also are wearing their "big coats" and will soon have their yearly shearing.  Really neat to see the farm and the other animals also (a very friendly chicken, some not-so-nice ponies that were rescued, and one special sheep that was hand raised after being rejected by her mom).   We also got to see the greenhouse where all of their organic vegetables are getting their start.  

Then it was back to the store to complete a really fun Needle felting project. Part of the package deal included a very fancy hot cocoa treat served in fancy teacups.  Anna said it reminded her of Fancy Nancy. 

When the projects were completed, they were amazing.  If I hadn't done one myself I would not have believed how easy this was.  It is really different holding materials that you know came from the very sheep that you just fed! 

We finished off the day with a wonderful lunch at a nearby kid-friendly fast food.  Time spent with the grandkids is simply the best.  Hands down.  

The timing of this trip was perfect.  Just as we approach Easter.  I can not stop thinking about those sheep.

During a recent Bible Study, we learned that the "headers" in our Bibles are very different in our western countries than in Eastern countries.  The headers are the extra titles that break up the text throughout the Bible.  Luke 15 begins with the header "The parable of the lost sheep".  And that story of the shepherd leaving the 99 to find the 1 lost sheep, is how most of us know that story.  We see that story about US.  In the Eastern mindset (how Jesus thought and taught) this story is the story of the "Good Shepherd".  It is all about who God is and his character.  Jesus is the good shepherd.  He does care about the one who is lost.  This one powerful truth - just thinking about the perspective of a story - has changed the way I read my Bible everyday.  I am now reading to find God's character first and then seeing how that might apply to me.  Take my word for it!  It is worth trying!

Those sheep I saw that day, have a very good shepherd who tends well to them.  They are happy and well fed and well cared for.  A visit to a sheep farm after this powerful Bible study was just what I needed.  And the Good Shepherd knew that!  

Jesus, thank you for time with family, for cuddles with grandchildren.  Thank you for good food and fellowship around a table.  Thank you for farms and animals and those who tend them.  Holy Spirit, remind us to shift out thinking, to seek a new perspective.  Give us eyes to see and ears to hear what you might be saying to us.  Thank you for being our good shepherd.  Amen

 

Memories in the mail...

 On Monday I came home to a box on my porch.  This was a surprise since I knew that I had not ordered anything.  And what a surprise it was.  My niece Staci had sent me some precious items that were discovered while clearing my sister Julie's home after her death.  Sometimes when you give a gift you never know the impact that it might have.  This surprise box included a small gift I sent my sister for Christmas in 2007.  

I had no memory of sending Julie this little book.  At our family gathering after Julie's funeral, my niece mentioned remembering a small book that I had gifted to Julie one Christmas. This was a mystery to me because my sister and I did not exchange presents.   It was an important gift for Julie that year, and she was very emotional on receiving it.  Now, several weeks later, Staci discovered this book among Julie's treasures and wanted me to have it.  As soon as I saw the date, I realized why this book might have been so special to Julie.  Our sister Karen had suddenly passed away in April of 2007.  It was a shocking loss for all of us.  So this gift, from one sister to another, was extra special for sure.  Both of us were grieving and this had touched Julie in her grief.  I have no idea why I sent Julie this small book.  This is one of those times that I am so grateful that I followed the prompting of the Spirit to gift this book.  It is an example of getting a glimpse of the power of a small thing.  

The second thing that was contained in my "surprise" box was this family picture tree.  I actually made this for my mom.  The pictures on the first side of the frame were from my parents 25th wedding anniversary.  The pictures on the reverse side were from a family picture that Karen had arranged when we all gathered for my niece's wedding.  My mom loved this unique display and it was always displayed in her living room.  I am very thankful that Julie saved this item when she was helping to clear my mom's apartment when she died.  And now, it is back with me.  And I am grateful.  

This whole grief journey is just that..... a journey.  You just never know when you might have a sudden turn, a stopover or even a long delay.   I was certainly at a different point when my sister Karen died.  I had already lost my dad, and I had never really thought about my grief.  Because my mom was still alive when Karen died, I was very concerned about her and didn't work through my own grief around her death.  When my mom died in 2011, it was the beginning of my grief work.  During that time, I learned that I had buried many of my feelings about losing my dad.  Karen's sudden death had left me considering my own mortality in ways that I had never done.  And I felt the loss of my mom so deeply, even though she had lived a very long life (she was 95, almost 96 when she died).  I was getting older myself.  Losing my grandson Lucas in 2014 was devastating for our entire family. Jump ahead to where I am currently.  In the last 18 months, I have lost my husband (in September, 2020) and then in January, 2022, my last sister died.  And I am even older!  Today I am so much more able to acknowledge those moments of grief and have ways to work through them.  I am thankful to have many caring friends and my family around me. I have lots of people willing to listen and pray with me when I hit those rough spots.  Moreover, I have been able to find joy and peace.  Along with that, I am excited about the future.  Death is surely a part of life and I know I am not alone in dealing with losses.  Coming into the Easter season we can be filled with the assurance of Jesus' defeat of the grave! 

So today I am loving have these precious memories.  Additionally my nieces gifted me a memorial necklace that includes my sisters thumbprint.  I am feeling so blessed and so thankful.  I will be more aware of that prompt to send that card, buy that small gift, make that phone call.  You just never know that lasting impact of a small gesture.  Take my lead and do that small thing.  It just may come back to you as blessing in the future.

Jesus, thank you for your love and care, even when we are in times of grief and loss.  Holy Spirit, keep us aware of those promptings that might seem like such a small thing at the time.  Thank you for bringing memories back to me.  Jesus remind us all that you have defeated death for us.  Help all who grieve find support and guidance from those around them.  Thank you Jesus for your love.  Amen

Time for another birthday celebration... and a song that touches my soul

Ellie shares a birthday with Doug and this year our celebration got delayed a few days.  It didn't really matter that much to 13 year old Ellie that a few days passed between the actual day and our time together.

 Her gifts were a wonderful mix of things that bridged the time between childhood and young adult.  She has been sewing for many years and this year requested fabric, patterns, patches and threads, which I was happy to provide.  She loves American Girl dolls and asked for some special clothes for her dolls including a Girl Scout uniform and a Ballet costume- two things very near and dear to Ellie's heart.  

All of these gifts  represent well the things that Ellie loves.  She has said for years that she will be a fashion designer when she "grows up".  Dressing those American Girl dolls is certainly part of Ellie's expression of interest in fashion and design.  She has been a girl scout for several years and has embraced that yearly cookie sale.  I haven't asked her for a total number sold this year, but at one Saturday sale outside of grocery store, she told me she sold 300 boxes! I brought home way to many boxes myself!  It seems that if I blink, these grandchildren grow up in seconds.  Here is Ellie, a teenager!  I can't wait to watch her grow and change in the years ahead!

Even with the high price of gas, I've been doing a bit of driving lately.  After some of the covid restrictions have been lifted, I've had the urge to get out of the house.  I've also had the chance to connect with some friends that I have really been missing.  During one of those drives, I heard on song on the radio that really touched me.  It is a a song with a simple (and well known) message.  But when I heard it, I heard it with very different meaning.  The song, The Commission by Cain  brought me back to when I was about four years old.  Click the link and listen to the song, then I will tell you the story. 

Right around this time of year, in 1959, I had a dream that has shaped my life.  You know that there is a message in a dream when you just don't let go of it.  I have vivid memories of this dream - even now over 60 years later.  In the dream, I was walking down a path in the most beautiful garden I have ever seen and Jesus was walking with me.  He was holding my hand (a feeling I can not forget) and talking with me.  Jesus told me that the story of Good Friday and Easter was true.  He had died, but he was alive now.  And then he said, "Go and tell everyone what I have told you! Easter is not about candy and the Easter Bunny.  I died for you and I love you and I am with you always."  Needless to say, when I told my mom the dream (I was very excited) - she told me "We don't talk about these things."   So, because I was 4, I followed my mom's direction.  I never told anyone about the dream.  And I never told anyone about Jesus either.  For a very long time.  Like 25 years or so.  When I first heard the song "The Commission", it was as if I was back in that dream.  There is one line in the song that says... "you have a purpose and I have a plan".  That line took my breath away.  The words plan and purpose have been part of my life and have shaped my messages about Jesus.  In so many ways, it feels like this song was speaking directly to me.  What a great reminder for me - for all of us - that we have a message to share with the world.  It doesn't matter if you are 4 or 40 or even  67 or maybe 90 - we can tell the world about Jesus.  I hope that this song speaks to you today.  It has been an encouragement to me that I have a message worth sharing.  And so do you.... 

Jesus, thank you for loving children and trusting your messages to even the littlest ones.  Thank you for churches, for teachers and leaders, for pastors and parents that share the truth of the Bible with the world.  Give us courage and boldness to speak to others.  Give us wisdom and grace to know how and when to share.  Thank you for your plans and purposes for each of us.  Amen

Can't believe that Doug is 40 today....and a special photo

 It is so hard to imagine that Doug is 40.  It is always like this....people say that time has gone by so fast.  But I can assure you, it really feels that way to me.  That last two pictures above are really special for so many reasons.  I had an emergency C Section when Gwen was born in 1979 and that meant general anesthesia on the surgical floor of the hospital.  I did not get to see Gwen until almost 4 hours after she was born.  By 1982, things had changed drastically in the world of having babies.  Just days before Doug was born, the hospital opened a surgical suite on the OB floor and women could have epidurals for a C Section.  And, Dads could be in the delivery room.  This was a brand new practice and I was so thankful that I actually got to be awake and got to see Doug the minute he was born. It was shortly after this picture was taken, that the nurses realized that Doug was having trouble breathing and he was whisked away to the NICU. I was so thankful for these moments to spend with Doug.  It's been a great 40 years. 

Two weeks ago Doug drove me to Minnesota to attend my sister Julie's funeral.  I am so grateful for his willingness to drive, no matter the weather, so that I could support my family.  It was so good to see my brother and sister-in-law, Jerry and Thoralee, even under these bad circumstances.  We were able to visit and catch up on all of our "old people" problems. There was time spent with my sister's children and grandchildren and even great-grandchildren.  My nieces had made poster boards with pictures of Julie and family and I was surprised to find this picture on one of the boards...

This photo is from the Christmas as 1960.  I don't remember many pictures of just "us girls" - my sisters and my mom and I.  You can really appreciate the wide age spacing I had with my sisters, looking at this photo.  My oldest sister Karen was married (and actually pregnant with my niece Amy).  Julie was a teenager and looking very cool, while I was just starting Elementary school.  The most interesting thing about this photo is that I don't really remember ever seeing it!  I happen to have the "matching" photo of all the guys taken at the same time. 

Somehow these photos got separated and Julie got one and I ended up with the other!  I am so thankful to now have the set back together.  It is interesting how important a small black and white photo can be.  I wasn't "missing" this picture because I never knew it existed. But looking at it today, makes me so thankful for my dad's passion for photography to even take these photos.  I am also surprised that both of these pictures survived the cardboard box that all of the pictures were jammed into.  In the last years of my mom's life, Gwen and I went through that box and tried to get mom to tell us who was in the photos.  Many were not able to be identified.  I believe I actually got the "guy picture" from that box.  

Losing a sibling and then having your youngest child turn 40 is for sure a sobering thing.  My sister Karen has been gone since 2007, my dad passed away in 1985 and my mom died in 2011.  Jerry and I were talking about our "advancing years" - Jerry is 79 and Roy (my brother-in-law) is 89!  My brother Greg is 72.  So, yes, I have been lamenting getting old. Grief is such an odd thing.  I am feeling waves of just missing my sister.  We haven't lived close to each other since 1967!  Yet, we did stay in touch. So the desire to pick up the phone and call her, is certainly there.   There is just something about having someone who had the same experiences you did, when you were growing up.  One thing is certain, I am feeling the pull to keep on telling the stories of our ancestors.  I don't want all the  information about our family to be lost when my generation is gone.  I am the youngest of my siblings.  My mom and dad were both the youngest of their siblings.  I am the youngest of all of my cousins - on both sides of my family.  Sadly, I don't have any connection to my 17 first cousins on my mom's side.  I am connected to more of the 15 first cousins on my dad's side, mostly through Facebook.   I certainly don't have ALL of the stories, but I made it a point to listen carefully to my mom when I encouraged her to share.  For sure it seems like I have a new project on my hands.  

Last Wednesday was Ash Wednesday.  As I sat in the darkened church, surrounded by lanterns and candles, it felt like home.  One of my earliest memories was a Lenten service, sitting next to my mom.  I am so grateful for my faith, for the church, for the continuity of the church year.  Mostly, I am thankful that saving faith in Jesus is something that connects me to my ancestors and also to future generations.  This year, I sat by Gwen and Anna during that service.  It is a powerful thing to see your children and grandchildren loving and serving Jesus.  

Birthdays, funerals, photos, aging, grief, ancestors, cousins, and faith in Jesus. Quite a line up in one blog.  Yet this is exactly where I am right now.  A mix of emotions, thoughts, plans, and feelings. Now add to this, the world's issues with the conflict in the Ukraine right now and so many suffering great loss and hardship.   Honesty is one thing I always promised on this blog and there it is. Two on the songs at my sister's funeral have been on my mind today.  Both were used at the funerals of my dad and my mom.  Both are special to me also.  Certainly, both are peace giving and calming.  

How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder, consider all the works thy hand hath made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Refrain - Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:  How great thou art, how great thou art.  Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee:  How great thou art, how great thou art.

When through the woods and forest glades I wander and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.  When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, and hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.

(Refrain)

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing.   Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in.  That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin.

(Refrain)

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation, and take me home, what joy shall fell my heart.  Then I shall bow in humble adoration, and there proclaim, my God, how great thou art! 

   What A Friend We Have In Jesus

What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!  What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!  O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, all because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?  We should never be discouraged, take it to the Lord in prayer.  Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?  Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?  Precious Savior still our refuge - take it to the Lord in prayer!  Do your friends despise, forsake you?  Take it to the Lord in prayer!  In his arms he'll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.  

Jesus, thank you for bringing my emotions back to the central place today.  You are the peace, and the answers for us all.  Thank you for children and the blessings you bring to us.  Holy Spirit, remind us that we are all family in the body of Christ.  Give us courage and boldness to continue to walk out the plans and purposes you have for each of us.  Thank you Jesus.  Amen

So many celebrations...

 It is really amazing how many celebrations our family can cram into just a couple of weeks!  It used to be that January and February were not big months for us, but things changed with two birthday's just a couple of days apart.  Eight years ago Anna was born on January 30.  And then five years ago, Grace decided February 1 was a great day for a birthday.  We all know that the last couple of years have been anything but normal.  Grace, sadly, doesn't  remember ever having a real birthday party.  Anna has been waiting for a party at a family favorite gymnastic facility, since she has been to many sibling parties there.  To add to the celebrations this year, Lia's Confirmation was on Anna's birthday.  

There is something so amazing about seeing your grandchildren publicly proclaim their faith in Jesus. Lia has grown into a wonderful "Disciple that Makes Disciples" (the motto of their church).  She is a leader in her youth program, friend to so many, teacher to young children, and servant to her church.  On any given Sunday she might be found leading games for the kids in the Rock (Sunday School) during the Discipleship hour, having conversation in the coffee house during fellowship time and then sitting in the "booth" doing slides for the Sunday Morning worship. Lia has a heart for missions and I will not be surprised to see her continuing to serve others in the future.  

I am so proud of Gwen and Tim as I have watched them parent their kids.  Seeing Lia declare her own faith in Jesus, to confirm her Baptism, makes this grandma reflect on the generations of our family who have made this step of faith.  Yes, Lia is the continuation of a long spiritual legacy that goes back generations.  She is the descendent of many who faithfully served Jesus.  

I got to celebrate Anna as she turned eight years old.  While we didn't actually celebrate on her birthday, it was the day after.

While I got to be with Anna on that day,  her big (long awaited) gymnastics party was two weeks later due to scheduling issues.  I love getting to be with the kids one-on-one, especially on these special days.  Although it wasn't a "big party" that day, it was special sharing with Anna, my memories of the day she was born.  The next day, I got to do the same thing with five year old Grace.

I happened to be watching Grace and James on the actual day of Grace's birthday.  Her "cousin sleepover and BIG party" (as Grace called them) were the next weekend.  I brought her five small gifts and we celebrated her birthday all day!  It as especially memorable for me.  Again, this time alone with the kids is just the best.  Thankfully, the days past quickly till the sleepover and BIG party! 

Yes, Susie and Doug actually braved a cousin sleepover with Ellie, Zeke and Anna spending the night with Grace.  They had a great time and there was actually sleeping that night!  The next day was the BIG party!

She was so excited to have an Encanto party and the cake was just unbelievably decorated and tasted wonderful as well.  Susie's family came, including her brother Scott (who we have not seen since Covid) so it was really nice for our families to be together, 

I love that we always take these photos when the kids are together.  I have a great collection of photo's showing the kids growing up together.  And then I casually snapped this photo of Gwen and Doug with Doug's kids.

Grace was so excited for the candy from her Pinata!  The Pinata was one of the things that she was most looking forward to.  I love seeing my adult children together enjoying each others kids.   There is really nothing better!

FINALLY, it was time for Anna's gymnastics party.  She was so excited to FINALLY be the birthday kid for this party.  Honestly, they do such a good job at this location and the kids jump, swing, run, and have a blast on all the equipment for an hour and a half and then have cake.  It is so much better than having the wildness at your house and so much more fun for the kids.  

As I was writing this blog and looking through my photos, I realized that the celebrations actually started one day before Anna's birthday.  Susie, Grace and I were able to help celebrate a coming new baby, with my great niece Angela and her husband David.  Angela is my sister Julie's granddaughter.  

This shower was an outdoor, drive by kind of event, thanks to Covid.  This is totally understandable since the Covid numbers in our area have been really high.  Even so, we loved being able to help celebrate this new expected little girl.  We had a chance to talk about Angela's grandma Julie (my sister).  Sadly, Julie died the next day.   It really felt like this was another way that Jesus helped me represent Julie and be there for Angela. Family ties are just so important.  

I am preparing to travel to Minnesota for the funeral for my sister Julie.  Each of these events has my mind going with memories and thoughts.  Being together to celebrate Julie's life will be a time for me to connect with her children and grandchildren after many years.  I remember my mom saying that so often families only saw each other at weddings and funerals.  Sadly, this is still true today.   But I welcome this time to visit and support Julie's family.  I am going to also be able to visit with my brother Jerry and his wife Thoralee.  Again, we just don't see each other often. The ties that keep us bound together as family don't depend on physical closeness or even times that we can see each other.  I have been remembering that my family - my extended family - included immigrants in both my mom and dad's family.  They left all of their family in countries across oceans and begun new lives.  

Covid has taught us all that being together and celebrating are extremely important. All of these events- birthdays, confirmations, baby showers, funerals - help us to keep our eyes outside of ourselves.  Being isolated so much the last couple of years has certainly turned us inward.  Since Ken died I have had to be intentional about going out and looking outward.  Doing these blogs has helped me to remember that I have been successful!  I have been connecting and making memories IN SPITE of Covid.  

After Lia's Confirmation, Gwen and I were talking about our own Confirmation days. Pastor Dave did something at Lia's Confirmation that was so amazing.  Before the Confirmations, there was a Baptism and the Baptismal Font was at the front.  As Pastor Dave prayed for each of the youth being Confirmed, he took water from the Font and "Blessed" them.  What a powerful reminder of the purpose of Confirmation - a "Reaffirmation of Baptism".  Here is Lia at her Baptism.

And I will leave this blog with Lia's Confirmation verses, given to her by Pastor Dave.

        And you also were included in Christ when you heard the message of truth, the gospel 

of your salvation.  When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised

Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those 

who are God's possession - to the praise of His glory.       Ephesians 1:13-14

Jesus, thank you for celebrations with family and friends.  Holy Spirit, help us to keep our eyes off of ourselves.  Remind us of the Spiritual legacy that fills our families.  Most of all, let us see things from your perspective, Jesus.  Thank you for your love and care.  Amen