Friday, February 29, 2008

Dad's Apartment

We hung pictures on the walls to make the apartment "home".

My sisters helped pretty up Dad's front door. He's happy here. Students from the college in Ellensburg visit the residents and this day two women came and played violins.

Me and My Big Brother Looking at Mom's Dishes


Mom's been with God for almost two years. Dad is lonely and tired of locking himself out of his house in the cold winter.

Dad moved to a nice three room apartment and since we siblings were traveling to Washington for our younger brothers wedding, Dad said to divide up the remaining items and sell the house.




An Extra Day is Always Welcome

God has blessed us with an extra day this year. What are we going to do with it? Will it just be another ho-hum day? Or will we get with the program and make the most of it?

I've been on a short trip to the state of Washington. I always take my laptop on trips so I can keep on with my writing schedule, but sometimes stuff happens. So for me this will be a writing day. I'm polishing my manuscript to prepare for the years writing workshops where I hope to pitch it to available agents and editors. And I received some insite in the night for a stronger ending.

Tomorrow I hope to figure out how to load some pictures on this spot in the blog itself. I'd love to share some pictures of my trip with you. . . my brother's wedding . . .my dad's new apartment in the old folk's home . . . the overwhelming load of "stuff" we had to sort through.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Should We Thank God For Brain Cancer?


Two years ago my sister-in-law learned she had a fast growing brain cancer. My brother and his wife's sister and husband took my sister-in-law to Seattle to a specialist. She walked to the car for the journey, but when they got to the doctors office she couldn't walk.

Two weeks later she went to God, leaving my brother and three children to mourn. Many women came to her home, those two weeks she laid in her hospital bed, and praised her for how she had ministered to them. How she had taught them to be thankful. How she had taught them to love their husbands.

My brother was amazed to learn of all the lives his wife had touched. She was an example of the Proverbs 31 lady. Her price is far above rubies. Indeed, precious in His sight is the death of His saints. God does use bad things to touch our lives and make us reach for Him.

Now I'm following the journey of Kristy Dykes from sunny Florida. It is so awesome to share her journey and to see the inspiration of this Godly woman.

http://christianlovestories.blogspot.com/

Thursday, February 14, 2008

The Love Chapter

1 Corinthians 13 paraphrased.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, understand all mysteries, full of knowledge; and though I have strong faith, so that I could remove mountains, if I don't have love, I am nothing.

It profits me nothing to bestow all my goods to feed the poor, or give my body to be burned, if I don't have love for these people I'm helping.

Remember that love is long suffering, and kind; not easily provoked. Love doesn't envy; isn't puffed up, doesn't show off, or behave unseemly, seeking her own glory. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became an adult, I put away childish things.

Love doesn't think evil thoughts or rejoice in iniquity, but rather rejoices in the truth;
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love is thankful for everything and gives thanks for everything.

Love never fails: prophecies shall fail; language shall cease; knowledge shall vanish away. For we only have partial knowledge, and our prophesy is partial. But when He which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. How we long for that day.

Continue with faith, hope, love, these three; but remember the greatest of these is love.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Most Beautiful Woman

In a study I did years ago on the personalitys and how that affects our color choices I wrote a manuscript. This is an excerpt:

Always remember, the most beautiful woman in the whole world is only as beautiful
as her heart.


Matthew 5:8 Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.

Luke 6:45 . . . of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

1 John 13:34,35 A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.

Sisters in Christ, I have wondered about this passage: Prov. 30:21-23 For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear: 1. For a servant when he reigneth; and 2. a fool when he is filled with meat; 3. For an odious woman when she is married; and 4. an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.

One thing we can comprehend from this passage is that we all have our own place to fill. The Lord wants us to fill it and not try to be someone else. The Lord doesn’t want us to get "above" ourselves.

One thesaurus gives these alternate words for odious: abhorrent - contemptible - detestable - heinous - loathsome - offensive - repugnant - repulsive - revolting - sickening. Just because you are not a choleric, will not mean you never act like a battle axe around your family. (A true choleric may have more sense!) Does this passage mean our families are the ones we should be the most kind around?

Alternate words for a wife, is partner, mate, companion. Other words for Mother, is nurse, nurture, tend.

Steve Karnehm, a local psycologist says what our families need from us is unconditional love. He once asked my daughter and me, if anyone had ever shown us unconditional love. I could immediately name one person who always showed me unconditional love. She is my older sister. Dear daughter immediately responded that her sister had always shown her unconditional love.

I want to encourage each of us to be the kind of sister, mother, wife, or daughter, who shows unconditional love.

One of the most important books written by Florence Littauer is Silver Boxes©. Florence says that kind words, and words of encouragement are gifts we give to our loved ones. They are special gifts wrapped up in silver paper, with a bow on top.

Kind words are the ultimate beauty treatment.


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

In Every Thing Give Thanks

What do you do when you sit down to write on your blog? And the only thing you can think to write about is your secret . . . the one you dread is no longer a secret. A blog is where you share, but this is . . . well you know writing is described as opening a vein.

I have to tell you first that I often wondered why God made hair. I know it's supposed to be a woman's glory, but really its such a pain. Mine never goes right. I never liked to comb it flat and it often went lopsided. When I was young I got so frustrated I said I wished God hadn't created hair. No, I didn't want to be the only bald female, but if everyone were bald it would look normal. That's what I said.

Then I learned about teasing the front and I could keep my hair even across the top. Okay, I guess. I still had some bad hair days, but not as frustrating as before.


Well, this kinda worked for years. But . . . now I'm learning about thinning hair. It's not easy for a woman to have thin, thin hair, when she wears her hair up in a bun, when the hairline shows all around their head.

One of my daughters complained about thinning hair a few years ago, but her hair had never seemed noticeably thin to me. I called her and mentioned, when I comb my hair I can see about an inch of my scalp showing through, on top. She said I had to quit teasing my hair. Hold on she'd be over.

Dear daughter entered my house with a large shopping bag, set it on my kitchen table and gave me a lesson on caring for thinning hair. She pulled out one scrappy hair piece at a time. She told me where she got it, what she paid for it, how she combed it, washed it, trimmed it, then told me why it didn't work. This would save me lots of trial and error and money.

Then she showed me the hairpiece that worked. She pulled out a hair color ring (from the company where she ordered the wig) and matched my hair (kinda) and told me where to order it.

When the hairpiece arrived I learned to use it. Comb all my hair forward from the crown. Pin the little wig on top of my head, comb my real hair over the top, then either start over, or pin up my bun.

This went pretty good for a few weeks. Then I started getting out a mirror to look at the top of my hair. Hmm. It wasn't quite a match, because I could see the wig where it peeked out. Ordered a wig with more gray. Things went good for a few more weeks.


Then one day I looked in my trusty little mirror and . . . is that a thin spot at the edge of my bun? The hair combing became an even longer process. Then one day I couldn't cover the wig in front. Of if I did, one shot of hairspray separated it.

Every where I go I see women with thinning hair. Some still tease it, some bravely let their scalp show through. I try not to stare.

Dear daughter made me an appointment with a wig maker. He knows how to make wigs that work for a hairstyle like mine. His handmade wigs aren't cheap. We'll learn what he has to say, but I'll try to see what some other options are before ordering.

Dear Lord I repent. When you said to be thankful in everything, and I wasn't thankful for my hair, and you have the very hairs on my head numbered . . . you meant it, didn't you?


Monday, February 11, 2008

God's Virtuous Women

Proverbs 31 paraphrased.

I so admire the virtuous woman of Proverbs 31. I long to be a woman like this.

Who can find a virtuous woman? Her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband can safely trust her, for she will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.

She seeks wool, and flax, and works willingly with her hands. She lays her hands on the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.

She makes herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. She makes fine linen, and sells it; and delivers girdles unto the merchant. She has discernment to know her merchandise is good

She is not afraid of the snow or the cold for her household. She provides warm clothing for everyone in her home.

She stretches out her hands to the poor; yes, she reaches her hands to the needy. She opens her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

She considers a field, buys it, and plants a vineyard. Just like the merchants' ships, she brings her food from afar. Her candle does not go out at night, because she rises while it is still dark, and fixes food for her family, and others.

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also praises her. "Many daughters have done virtuously, but you excel them all."

Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that fears the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates.