Me.

Me.

Saturday, October 18

To Kansas


 
On our way to South Dakota, we stopped to see my parents.
It's a long drive.......we don't mind it though.
I love the red Mountain Dew....it tastes good and helps keep me awake.
Actually, it keeps me awake all night.
Even when it's OK to sleep.
So this is what I looked at.
The bottom of the top bunk.
I don't like bunk beds.
Just sayin.
When we're in Seward,
we stay in a *Hunting Lodge*.....
it's really just a house that a hunter bought....
and if it's not duck or pheasant season, we can stay there.
That's about the extent of my care for hunting seasons.....
 

 


 
I still find it kind of funny to see *towers* in the middle
of fields.  They seem to be as necessary as wheat.
 


This was about the extent of Autumn in Central Kansas.
 


 
This house is behind my mom and dad's house.
Loretta, an old lady that used to run the liquor store, used to live here.
Then my friend, Robert B.
Then my Aunt G. and Uncle B.
Now the house is empty.
The sun was shining on it so pretty the Sunday morning
we were there.
 


 
This broken glass was in sandy/grass drive way
where my mom and dad live..
Hmmmm.
Can't think why there would be so much broken glass here.
Doesn't make sense.
 


 
I hung out some stuff on the line for my mom.
There is a world of difference from my line and hers.
Mine is in a still, humid, damp, shady back yard.
Her line gets the full sun and a Kansas breeze.
 


 
Here are the beautiful Cottonwood trees in the little town
where I grew up.
I love these trees.  You can smell them after it rains,
you can see the leaves move in the wind....
kind of sparkly like.
You can also hear them when it's breezy......
which was most of the time in Kansas~
The leaves are heavy and waxy.
Cottonwood trees played a big part of my childhood.
They put off cotton and I gathered it like snow.
I played with the beads full of cotton.
Somebody bigger than I, would hang swings from high branches.
I would swing on them, and one snapped....
and I about bit my lip in two.
Three or four got cut down one year, and were left in the lot
next to our house.....we played all summer on them.
The day the city burned them was very sad.
We lost a litter of kittens in the fire.
 
 


 
My mom makes Jello.
She puts weird things in Jello.
I think the worse thing is grated carrots and raisins.
Or red hot candies.
I have started making Jello.
But I won't put weird things in it.
Just Cool-Whip on top.
Everybody is safe.
 
 


 
A storm blew in late Sunday afternoon.
It was fun to watch.
If you've ever lived far away places from where you were raised,
or  another state in general....
you realize storms are different,
clouds are different,
weather is just different.
This one knocked out the electricity.
That would be the kind of storms I don't like.
 


 
I never tire of looking at the things my dad has collected over the years.
Did you, as a child, ever call a store and ask if they had....
Prince Albert in a can?
If the store owner said yes....
then YOU said....
YOU BETTER LET HIM OUT!
 


 
This is inside the *Gazebo*.
It's not a normal gazebo like you see in a park.
Or probably anywhere.
It's just what it's always been called.
 
The black and white picture is my dad walking up steps to the
maintenance department at the hospital where he worked for many years.
My dad could build anything,
and fix anything.
He has this sign under the picture....
I don't know if he wasted time or not....
I just know that he was always making something,
fixing something....or planning something.
I loved being around my dad.
 


 
The little town has changed lots since I lived there.
OF COURSE things are going to change....
it would just be fun to go back to a bike ride on the broken
sidewalk on our block,
a bottle of pop for a quarter?
a snowball fight with the friends outside of town,
a walk to the end of the *mile* to the highway,
lilac bushes and mulberry trees,
getting mail on Summer  mornings,
listening to Woodward work on tractors next door,
hearing the honk of a Plymouth Roadrunner going down the street,
and walking down the street we all called ~~~Heaven~~~
.....and even being scared of monsters in the basement......
 
 


 
There was a big rain one Summer,
so big that underground rivers were woke up,
which meant water came up in basements.
That meant we needed to make a change.
Two bedrooms were built off of the front room,
two steps down.....two steps our kids loved to play on.
Every house ought to have two steps down for kids to play on.
With Carpet.
 
Somebody, wall-papered the little area where the stairs are.
They also wall-papered the light switch plate.
Ha.
 


It's harder, each time I say bye to my parents.
I talk to mom on the phone all the time.
I still call her when I'm not feeling good.
I called her after I got my wisdom tooth pulled,
cause I knew she was thinking about it.
And I've never known what it feels like to
not have a dad.
There was never a dull moment.
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 15

Music Is Big



tapes, cd's, radio in car and house, TV music channel, music in restaurants and stores, BOOM BOOM BOOM in parking lots, church, Girl Scout camp, I (heart) Radio, Pandora, Playlist, You Tube, Commercials, Movies, TV Shows, ballgames to carnivals, I-pods, weddings to parades, phones, ZEDGE, prom to lullaby, records
 
music is everywhere 
 
Could we ever count the songs that have been written or sung?
Cowboy to Jazz
Opera to Bluegrass
Christmas to Rock
 
On and On and On it could go.
 
And it does.
 
Songs mark the times of our lives, they do cause floods of memories.
 
Jesus Thou Joy Of Loving Hearts makes me think of Kimberly, at the piano
Circle of Two.....listened to this tape the night Daniel was born
If I'd Known You Was Coming, I'd Have Baked a Cake.....Aunt Nancy
Carry Me Back To Old Virginia......trip with the girls
It's Such A Pretty World, Today!  Isabel, Kansas
The Last Word In Lonesome Is Me.....a song my dad used to sing
Music Box Dancer makes me think of working in the cafeteria at the Fuller Brush Factory in Great Bend, Kansas....and of a piano recital
Pirate Songs....makes me want to clean the house with Lydia
Don't Step On Mother's Roses, good old Johnny Cash....can't hear this song without my skin crawling.
You Are My Sunshine.....my only sunshine.....I don't care where I'm at or who I'm with,
this song makes me cry.  No matter what.
Train They Call the City Of New Orleans.....Lydia
Teddy Bear Parade.....days of Big Jon and Sparkie on the radio
Grandfather's Clock makes me think of my sister
Always has.
Trusting Jesus....Always Have, Always Will........makes me think of my girls
Swans on the Lake....girls/me/piano
Kelly Man Jelly, or is it Jelly Man Kelly?......the kids
Seasons In the Sun makes me think of Toni, my school friend
Soar!  The Kelly family and Colorado
Living By Faith ~~~~ Mission Boulevard Baptist Church
Country Bumpkin, this song was popular when my best friend's mom died.
 
 
Do you believe....you are what you eat?
If so, you should believe you ARE what you listen to.
If you listen to a song long enough, it becomes a part of you.
 
You listen to a certain kind of music long enough, and you become a person
you probably shouldn't be,
or better for it.
Test yourself.....after listening to a certain kind of music,
check your mood.
 
If music can make you sad.....make you want to dance.....make you want to praise the Lord....make you cry.....make you want to clean the house.....make you want to *jam*?.....
then it can make a rebel out of you.....
or soften your heart to the things of the Lord.
 
I'm highly affected by music.
I'm highly affected by weather.
I'm highly affected by smells.
 
I can control one of them, most of the time.
Most of the time, the music I listen to, is my choice.
Sometimes I'm in a restaurant and can't help it.
 
Would the Lord choose my music?
The Lord * hears * all of my music.
 
I got saved when I was 19.
I stopped listening to most of what I was familiar with.
But it's still in the back of my mind and heart somewhere.
Not all of it was bad.
Not all music is bad.
But some is.
Figure it out.
There are a kabillion songs out there.
Enjoy the good ones.
 
Psalm 40:3
And he hath put a new song in my mouth,
 even praise unto our God: many shall see it,
 and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.
 
 
 


Tuesday, October 14

Sailing Alone? You don't have to......

 
~~~~~~~~~~`I'll Never Sail Alone~~~~~~~~~~~
 
I’LL NEVER SAIL ALONE
THOUGH I AM HEADED HOME
THIS VESSEL’S NOT MY OWN
THE CAPTAIN HAS STEPPED ON BOARD
THUNDER AND CRASHING WAVES
CAN’T SINK WHAT MERCY MADE
THIS SHIP WAS BUILT TO PRAISE
JESUS MY LORD
 
CHORUS
I’LL NEVER SAIL ALONE ON STORMY SEAS
I HAVE THE MIGHTY HAND OF GOD LEADING ME
HE’LL PILOT ME SAFELY THROUGH WATERS UNKNOWN
BUT I WILL NOT FEAR BECAUSE I DON’T SAIL ALONE
 
VERSE 2
I HAVE GOD’S PROMISE HERE
THAT DAY IS DRAWING NEAR
WHEN I’LL REACH HEAVEN’S PIER
AND I’LL SAIL NO MORE
BUT ‘TILL I’M ANCHORED SAFE
WHERE HEAVEN’S HARBOR WAITS
THOUGH THIS BOAT ROCKS AND SHAKES
MY FAITH’S IN THE LORD
 
 
I love this song.
The Inspiration's sing it.
I sing it in my head lots.
Because I need to remember it, lots.
 
Psalm 118:8
It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.

Saturday, October 11

Two Days



We sing a song in my girl Sunday School class,
that goes like this.....
 
Happy birthday to you,
everybody needs two.
How many have you?
Happy birthday to you.
 
In other words,
if you've had the physical birth,
you then need the spiritual.
Before you are saved,
you only HAVE the physical birthday.
The one your body enjoys.
The part of us that opens
presents and eats cake.
But we're more than just flesh.
 

 
John 3
 There was a man of the Pharisees,
 named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews:
The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him,
 Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God:
 for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.
Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
Nicodemus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old?
 can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born?
Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit,
 he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh;
 and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
Marvel not that I said unto thee,
 Ye must be born again.
 
 
 
After you ARE born again,
you then begin to enjoy two birthdays.
The physical, and the spiritual. 
The physical birth is kept track of....
so is the spiritual.
 
 
Revelation 21:27
And there shall in no wise enter into it
 any thing that defileth,
 neither whatsoever worketh abomination,
 or maketh a lie:
but they which are written in the
 Lamb's book of life.
 
Most of us have a birth certificate.
We'd also better have our name in the
Lamb's Book of Life.
 
 
NEW NAME WRITTEN DOWN IN GLORY
 
I was once a sinner, but I came
Pardon to receive from my Lord
This was freely given and I found
That He always kept His word.

Chorus:
There's a new name written down in glory
And it's mine, oh yes, it's mine
And the white-robed angels sing the story
"A sinner has come home!"
There's a new name written down in glory
And it's mine, oh yes, it's mine
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven
Never more to roam

2.
I was humbly kneeling at the cross
Fearing not but God's angry frown
When the heavens opened and I saw
That my name was written down!

Chorus

3.
In the Book 'tis written, "Saved by Grace,"
O the joy that came to my soul!
Now I am forgiven, and I know
By the blood I am made whole!

Chorus
 
 
 
 
Mark 8:36
For what shall it profit a man,
 if he shall gain the whole world,
 and lose his own soul?
 


 
There is nothing more important.
Nothing more important in the whole wide world,
than being born again.
Eternity is a long, long, time....
Life on this earth is NOT long.
 
 
time without an end
 a state that comes after death and never ends
*ETERNITY*
 
In this life on earth,
we deal with numbers.
The national debt.
Our checking account.
How many miles our car has.
How far it is from point A to point B.
How much we weigh.
What year we were born.
Gas prices.
Math class.
 
But can we ever fathom eternity?
Because with something without end,
it means that after we've multiplied the national
debt a thousand times, you can do it a thousand
times more, then again.
Count the grains of sand on the beaches
of the oceans.....and the stars in the sky......
then do it a billion times more.
That's why the spiritual birth,
is so important.
 
 
 
Revelation 20:15
 And whosoever was not found written
 in the book of life
was cast into the lake of fire.
 
*FOREVER*
 
for eternity; for always; endlessly;
 at all times; always ·
 Informal a period of time
 that seems to have no end
 
 

 


Thursday, October 2

Titanic Station

 
 
 
Daniel did this blog while he was still in school.
The year was (correction) 2,008.....
I always tried to use things
the kids were already interested in to
help them learn other things.
He loved the read about the Titanic....
 
SO
 
I had him do this for English.
 
My way of home-schooling may have
had  a slap-happy look to it,
but there was a reason for everything I did.
That is, after I learned that
*busy* work is useless.
If your kid knows how to print all the letters and
numbers, why have them keep doing it over
and over and over?
Busy work is for a class full of kids
that the teacher can't pay attention to.....
so she has ALL 47 of the kids
do repetitious things.
 
Not needed at home.
Do this.
OK, you got it.
Move on to something else.
 
I wanted my kids to be able to communicate on paper,
and in person.
That was my goal.
Write a letter, a poem, a song, a thought,
 a message.
This meant they needed to be able to read well,
understand English/Grammar,
SPELL WELL,
have a decent handwriting,
(ok, some failure here)
and be able to put their thoughts
down in some sort of interesting way.
(Who doesn't like to get a letter?
A REAL letter? My mom, even in bad
health, still writes and sends me cards.
Just sayin......)
 
I also wanted them to be able to communicate
their thoughts and what they
learned, IN person.
That's why I taught them Bible.
And history.....and to read in general.
I wanted my kids to be able to have a conversation
with somebody ...... and that somebody
not walk off shaking their head
smirking about how silly it is
to home-school.
I also wanted my kids to be able to
have fun answering questions
when we watched
Jeopardy.
Most important,
I wanted them to be able to share the gospel
with those they came in contact with. 
The more comfortable you are with a subject,
the more likely you are to feel
comfortable sharing it with somebody else.
And it IS the most important thing in the world.
 
Acts 1:8 - But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

Romans 1:16 - For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.
 
 
 
 
 
 


Tuesday, September 30

Another Day In the Garden

 
I spent another day in my gardens.
A nice pretty cool front blowing in
on this September day,
did NOT happen,
but I went out anyway.
It was only 98% humid.
Could have been worse, right?
 

It was warm, not hot, but warm.
 


I've heard some people say they don't care
about flowers.  Or flower gardens.
Or anything like it.
 


 I get bit by red ants.
Sometimes when I pull a weed,
the dirt and sand will fly right into my eyes.
I sprayed myself with OFF, which is
something I hate, but the mosquitoes are horrible right now.
I get dirt under my fingernails,
I break my fingernails and I get rocks in my shoes.
I pinch my fingers and get poked
with rose-bush thorns.
I get sunburnt and thirsty.
Everything is heavier than it used to be......
 
 


My hair gets in my eyes,
I think about other things I could
be doing, opposed to wearing leather gloves
with holes in them.....
pulling,pulling,pulling, weeds.....
dropping rocks on my toes and
dragging scratchy things to the 
sidewalk trash pile that make me itch.......
 
Lemon slushes, Pinterest,
Hobby Lobby, Carino's....
DONUTS.....a cup of coffee and the weather station......
 

 
But you know what?
It's worth it.
Because I have flowers.
 










 


Monday, September 29

Four Days

 
My husband left for four days to preach a revival
in Humble, Texas,
for Brother Reynolds.
He left Sunday morning and got home
Wednesday night, late.
I sewed an apron......
and a shoe bag for Kimberly.
I left the box of biscotti ON the cabinet,
no worries about anybunny taking one.
 

Monday morning EARLY,
Klarisa and I drove to San Marcos.
Yes, I drove.
Yes, we made it.
No, nothing weird happened.
We were looking for a wedding dress.
We found one.
All day long was fun
except for about 10 minutes.
 
Ate lunch with David San Marcos,
went to the gazebo where they will be wed,
then went off shopping.
Gave up on San Marcos,
so we drove to Austin. 
I also found out that
Burlington Coat Factory
doesn't just sell coats.
Sounds like a coat store to me....
but what do I know?
 


 
We all said YES to the same dress.
Woops.
Actually, the store that we bought the dress,
doesn't do the YES stuff.....
so Kimberly just rang their *make a wish bell.*
I hope her wish included me.
I bet it didn't.
 


 
After we ate at Carl's Jr.'s? for supper,
we thought we'd better head home, since it was
eight and I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.
While we were getting gas,
there were thousands of birds all squawking
around us on the wires.
The only other time I see this is when we are
Christmas shopping around Baybrook Mall.
So, I don't see it very often.
Freeport may be the Bird Capitol of the U.S.,
but when the birds fly through, they're
like alone or something.
Never in a flock.
 
I love a good fly-over of birds.
 


Yes, Klarisa helped me.
She was my GPS.
We talked for four hours ON the way,
and 3 1/2 hours on the way back.
I don't know for sure why it took a shorter
time to get back,
it was dark.
 
Couldn't see where I was.....
I just did what I was told.
 


 
A present from David.
 
It's on Kimberly's piano.
Well, it's kind of her piano.
I guess it's mainly mine, now.
 

 


I always kind of wonder what I would eat if it was just
ME
and nobunny else to be concerned about.
I guess I found out.
 



I cleaned my bedroom.
I thought it would be a good idea to do it
while my husband was gone.....
cause I figured if I didn't finish,
and get the stuff off of OUR bed,
that I could sleep in the
*Sleeping Room.*
 


I think I am going to *re-gift*
this object this year.
I'm done enjoying it.
Totally done.
 


Sunday, September 28

Random?

Without Him
 
Without Him I could do nothing
Without Him I'd surely fail
Without Him I would be drifting
Like a ship without a sail
 
Without Him I would be dying
Without Him I'd be enslaved
Without Him life would be worthless
But with Jesus thank God I'm saved
 
Oh Jesus, oh Jesus
Do you know Him today
Please don't turn Him away
Oh Jesus, my Jesus
Without Him how lost I would be
Without Him how lost I would be

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




I have a little tape player in my sewing room.
I buy tapes nobunny else will buy.
I got a Gathier tape.....
for a dime....
*Reunion*
The last four songs on side two
are:
Without Him
Tho Autumn's Coming On
(I could have gone all day without THAT one)
Through It All
Hold To God's Unchanging Hand.

Good songs.
 
I also have a little tape player in my bedroom.
I listen to the Bible on tape in there.....
AND
I have Lester Roloff reading the New Testament~~~
and the RANDOM one I chose
to listen to this morning......he also said....
 
***Without Him I Could Do Nothing***
 

maybe I ought to think on this today
and tomorrow.
And the rest of my days.




Friday, September 26

September 26, 2014

 
Psalm 42:9
 I will say unto God my rock,
 Why hast thou forgotten me?
 why go I mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?
 
 
Canst thou answer this, believer? Canst thou find any reason why thou art so often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy anticipations? Who told thee that the night would never end in day? Who told thee that the sea of circumstances would ebb out till there should be nothing left but long leagues of the mud of horrible poverty? Who told thee that the winter of thy discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow, and ice, and hail, to deeper snow, and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Knowest thou not that day follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and summer succeed winter? Hope thou then! Hope thou ever! For God fails thee not. Dost thou not know that thy God loves thee in the midst of all this? Mountains, when in darkness hidden, are as real as in day, and God's love is as true to thee now as it was in thy brightest moments. No father chastens always: thy Lord hates the rod as much as thou dost; He only cares to use it for that reason which should make thee willing to receive it, namely, that it works thy lasting good.
(Spurgeon)
 
 
He was better to me than all my hopes;
He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.