Friday, August 24, 2012

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Another . . .

Butterfly's Time by Firefox Ink
Butterfly's Time, a photo by Firefox Ink on Flickr.

Since the lady had a butterfly garden in Florida named for her, these pictures seem appropriate to post. She had lobbied for Florida land not to be developed and she won, even though it took ten years. I hear she was the kind of person who truly loved life and she lived to 93.

Hubby is the surviving person to witness her hole-in-one several years ago.

The call came from Hubby's grandson that the funeral for his maternal Grandmother would be this morning.

We were there. Grandson gave a fine eulogy to make us very proud of him.

Grandson has suffered two deaths - his father and his grandmother - in two months.

If you have followed this blog over the past three months, you know we have not been lounging.

It is hitting us quite hard, we know that. Hubby's surgery and the hearing aid that fritzed the day before surgery; the Explorer engine: most has been documented here.

Perhaps it is time for some kind of change or rest. But there are medical appointments and bills and recurring thoughts about aging.

I did not do well this morning - I felt very old - as I fumbled with a necklace that I could not fasten and looked very hard for earrings I could not find. Using Grandson's instructions, we drove right to the church in another town. Then I stumbled up the steps and that just made me feel even older.

So now that I know I am older and Hubby older than I, what am I thinking?

Well, first I think how lucky I am to have a Hubby who cares. He cares about me, his Church, his God and Old Friends.

I think about our Church and Choir and all the people there who are very special to me. I think about our college music students who help put our music together and help us up into the loft. And I must not forget the gentle people from today's church who made sure we got safely down their steps.

I think about our own Minister who has helped Hubby and me so very much.

Hubby and I try to never quit! A few Sundays ago I was liturgist for the very first time. Then as the Choir was on break, we sang a duet: Softly and Tenderly, Jesus Is Calling.

A lady sang that today at the funeral. She was better . . . well perhaps she was different. We all have different ways and different talents and . . . different beliefs and thoughts.

(Mind you, when I heard the CD of the service, I felt that perhaps my calling is more to be a liturgist than a singer.)

But we can never give up. We should always be reaching out. There is always someone who needs sandwiches made, meeting attendance, a phone call, a hug, a compliment, a kind word, some reassurance that things will work out. There is ALWAYS someone who needs a lift - yes, more than we do!

Last week, Hubby decided he should check why the windshield washer was not working. Hmm . . . perhaps not hooked up when the new engine was installed. So, it was off to Amber at Al Meyer Ford! We sat in the rental car waiting room. Amber came back in to tell us all was fine. We went out to the Explorer and just as we were ready to leave, the gal from the rental desk came running out . . . "I think this is yours!"

It was my silver magnetic Christian fish that I had taken off the SUV, put in my purse and later transferred to the back of the Ford Fusion the day the Explorer had to be hauled in.

Stepson Mark had a hymn for that, just as the cartoonist showed Steve Jobs with an app for checking him at the Heavenly Gates:

We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord
We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord
And we pray that all unity may one day be restored
And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

We will work with each other, we will work side by side
We will work with each other, we will work side by side
And we'll guard each one's dignity and save each one's pride
And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

By our love, by our love

And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

We will walk with each other, we will walk hand in hand
We will walk with each other, we will walk hand in hand
And together we'll spread the news that God is in our land
And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

By our love, by our love

And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

Love is patient, love is kind
Never boasts, not full of pride
Always hopes, always trusts
The evidence of Christ in us

This is my commandment that you love one another that your joy may be full

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Butterfly by adnan23
Butterfly, a photo by adnan23 on Flickr.



Saturday, August 4, 2012


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