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Precious Minutes

The view from here is beautiful.  I can see another wing of the building, the hospital and I can see fields and farmland and a highway winding through the hills.

Sitting next to a hospital bed hour after hour, there’s lots of time to think.

Some of the things I’m thinking about, I would prefer not to

think about.  Wish I didn’t need to.  That’s the problem though,

with reality.  Eventually it’s just there and every which way you turn it’s right in front of your eyes.

I’ve been breathing in the fall air every morning and every evening and not many minutes in between.  I would love to be out there walking and looking at the prairie beauty and maybe taking a seat next to the beautiful river that’s running, at the bottom of the hill and on the other side of the path near my sister’s house.

Sure

I would love that.

I would prefer to do something other than sit next to this bed,

if only

it wasn’t my mother lying here.

Now though, I’m watching and listening.  This dear mother isn’t saying much but every once in a while she has something to share.

I’m all about remembering.  Like to do it.

Like tonight when I went to the blanket warmer just a few steps from Nano’s room and chose one of the warm flannel sheets from inside and brought it back to cover her tiny body, to keep it wrapped and bundled and hoping she would find comfort in the soft embrace.  When I spread it over her I couldn’t help but remember cold winter nights a lot of years ago when she would tuck me into my own bed and wrap me in the very same sort of flannel sheet.  She would straighten and tuck and fold and it smelled so good and it was so cozy I felt myself float to that dreamy place in a short minute.  Love wrapped me up and now Love is wrapping her.  It is with a broken and remembering heart that I take my turn to show my devotion by wrapping and straightening and touching and kissing.

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There’s a lot of remembering going on as we gather around.  We aren’t talking about the memories right now, just yet.  We are too busy drinking in the present.   We sit and look and then take a second look to be sure we aren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This

surely

cannot be her.  Yet it is!

Before our young ones come with their own young ones, to visit, we give a warning.  It’s important for them to see her but they need to know she isn’t who they remember her to be.  It’s different now.

We are proud of them

and more are on their way.  They too want to sit and look.  They too want to drink her in, hold on tight.  One after the other comes and sits on the chair, right there, by her side and one by one they reach for a tissue and not one of them is ashamed of the tears running down their face.  Quietly, gently they tell her how loved she is.  What a wonderful witness she has been, to God’s faithfulness and they reach for her hand or touch her head or kiss her forehead and this terrible, sad, precious time will be remembered as

family time.

“Don’t come for Nano, but come for you”,  we say.  “You won’t regret coming but you might regret not coming.”

We are granting most of her requests.  She asks and if possible we say, yes.  With the doctor’s okay.

I’m quite proud of my accomplishment these days, encouraging and smiling and watching

and keeping the weeping inside.  Now though…

I was sitting over here near the window just a while ago and the sun was going down.

She wondered, from where she rests, if I had moved her dinner tray.  I guess she must have been dozing when the girl came to remove it.  I explained that it was gone and asked if she needed something.  Well, she just thought she would have another bite of pie.  I, of course did not mention that there had been no pie on her tray tonight. I walked over and sat close and we talked about pie for a minute.  Oh how my mom loves a delicious piece of fresh pie.

At the House house, we had dessert after our meal.  It wasn’t always pie or cake or something fancy.  It might have been a dish of canned fruit that Nano had Put Up.  A jar chosen from the myriad of jars of assorted fruit down in the cold room.  Maybe that fruit was served with a cookie, or a brownie.   We did not get up from the table until we had enjoyed something sweet.

Some rituals are just too important to mess with.

So

to have a chat about pie is not far fetched for we two.

It was when I asked what kind of pie she would like, if she could have any pie she wanted, that my heart skipped a beat or two.  You see, her answer took me back a few months, to a day when I had a conversation with a different Nano about Her favourite pie.  That other Nano was the sister of This Nano.

My mom, the Nano lying in this bed in this room in this hospital in this city

answered that if she could have any pie, she thought it would be lovely to eat

nice warm Raspberry pie.

I thought about that other raspberry pie requested by my dear auntie Marj.  I told you that pie story in Passing it on and Raspberry Pie and

I expect that tomorrow, after I make yet another Raspberry pie and bring it here, so that my dear mama  can enjoy one and maybe two bites, I will have yet another raspberry pie story to tell.  I have had a hard time hiding the tears on my cheeks since the pie chat a couple of hours ago.  I told my sister when she arrived tonight with her husband, that we needed

raspberries and she sent me a picture just a few minutes ago, of raspberries.

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I could hardly believe they were on sale.  Nice fresh plump raspberries just waiting to be purchased by us for our dear one.  I’m going back now, to the bed in the house next to the river and first thing tomorrow morning, while the early birds are singing I’m going to make pie.  It’s going to be raspberry pie and we will bring it hot from the oven, here to room 6811 and we are going to sit and chat

and eat as much as our stomachs will hold.

Autumn in the air and all around

Well it’s Fall now, officially as of the early hours of today.  We’re breathing in air that’s just a bit cooler and it smells different.

Tomatoes in jars on shelves in the basement and apples ready for picking.

The Seasons

a fact of life for Canadians and an unknown for a whole lot of the World.  I’m looking at the first day of Fall from the West this year.  Usually I see it from the other side of the prairies, East.   I’m missing the reds beginning to happen and my favourite, walk in an apple orchard.  Just about any apple orchard will do.

Even so,  most places in this country

Fall, Autumn, has a smell about it. A mix of cool air, damp earth, dried leaves, something else on the breeze.  Not sure, but it’s worth taking a big deep breath.  The little courtyard just down the hall and out the door has Fall all over it.  Beautiful, dried leaves and sweet smelling.   Autumn. Continue reading Autumn in the air and all around

The most wonderful Time of the Year

I Should say, Easter, or Christmas.

Those two really are the best, the most wonderful Times.  I’m setting them in a category of their own.   A place way up,

here.  Kind of an umbrella spreading over everything.

I mean, really, the created is so much more when we know, personally,  the one who did the creating.

Under

that umbrella of truth filled with mercy and grace and compassion and yes even Love

there’s a whole lot of sad and heartbreak and evil and sin and pain and selfish and poverty and wrong choices that hurt.  Free, will.

I don’t know about you but today, I’ve been wondering about the happy feelings.  Here I am in a place where there is so much and I get in my car or even on my feet and go where I want, to enjoy the things I want to enjoy.

Life carries on for me, likely for you, even though people are suffering all around.

I’m Thinking.

Right now, right here, on a humid September day at the beginning of a time of bounty in this place, there is mourning.  Awareness is growing, of people who need us to care more.  Political views are so diverse.  I Know I’m right and you Know you’re right.  Especially now, with an election on the horizon and the rights of humans consistently

On the Table.

She, that girl I love beyond, is here for the weekend.  Full of talk and stories of happenings she is participating in and it’s our custom to have Saturday breakfast at a little place on the corner.  We went there today . She continues to learn and grow and it warms my heart to hear her tell of opportunities she has to speak her mind and make a point,

but decides not to, make that point.  She’s like me and I know how hard it is to bite her tongue and stay silent when what she has to say is

So Important. 

We haven’t always modeled it well, but our instruction has been that she, they, should

listen and Stand Down.  Deep breaths and please please learn now, while you are young, that life is not fair.  Never has been and never will be.  We can, if you like, have a conversation about fair.  We are living way above and beyond Fair.  Fair, is living life and eternity without God.  That’s Fair.  Good that God isn’t bound by Fair.

Turn the other cheek and just like the bracelet from those times, childhood times,

WWJD.  What would Jesus Do.  Remember, it’s not about you and how you feel and how comfortable you are but it’s about being like Him.  Be kind, generous, watching for opportunities.  Even small ones.  They might seem like not enough, but do something.  A small good thing.

I went to the market.  Bounty indeed!

pepper season
pepper season

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

Dahlias
Dahlias

It isn’t officially Fall.  It’s late summer and the leaves are just barely, in a few places, thinking about red and orange.  There are flowers and vegetables and what we, in our family, like to call Real Tomatoes.  Summer Tomatoes.  They’re the ones that are already red at picking time.  Corn, “incredibly fresh” said the girl who chose my six.  Picked this morning apparently and Papa and Nano used to say “if you are going to have fresh corn in corn season, make sure you get it from a farmer.  It should be picked from the stocks just hours before you pick it from the pile”.

corn
corn

In the middle of the vastness of all that is erupting around me,

us

Thankful is always good.

 

 

 

A whirlwind of new recipes

Hi Friends!

Well there have been some new happenings in my kitchen of late.

These are simple but so good and full of summertime freshness.  It’s peach season you know.

Buy Local!!  Of course we always try to do this, right?  Now is the time.  The Ontario fruit and vegetables are at their prime and you can taste the  Summertime tastiness!

 

So here they are

Marinade and Glaze for Chicken

Summertime Kale Salad

Blueberry and Peach Muffins

I hope you like them.  Let me know!

🙂

Singing Words

I wasn’t actually singing while out walking.  The only sound was singing birds, a few worker men working and I didn’t have a song in mind, yet the words swirling in my head were lodging in my heart and it was a good thing.

What’s the point in writing anything else because it’s getting a bit old now.   There are far more pressing things to busy myself with.  Sometimes though, I do it anyway,  write.  Maybe you, even just two or three, might read my words and  find they

remind you

to think of good words to say to someone else.

Singing Words

A few people shared singing words with me recently and I think they don’t know it happened.  That’s the beauty in sharing good words.  Pretty often you don’t know you did.

The other day I was “talking” to my sister.  She’s way over there in Alberta and I’m here and it was late, really late at night and we were using our fingers to talk.  My sister and I, we’re very different.  She is good at some things and I’m good at others.  I enjoy groups of people.  She’s more of a Stick To Yourself gal.  I don’t bat an eye at throwing some edibles together for 40 or 50 and that’s not her favourite, but man can she grow a most spectacular garden of flowers like I just can’t seem to produce.  I talk up a storm and go on and on and on and… she is okay with being quiet sometimes.

So we were chatting and one way that we are pretty similar is that we speak our minds.  Our parents taught us that.  It brings on hard feelings sometimes but it’s okay because Papa taught us to keep short accounts.  Make it right and ask forgiveness and forgive and then there’s the times when you just listen and take the words in and know they’re right, even if they aren’t your favourite.

Anyway, there we were, talking and she was giving me some advice and even though I couldn’t hear her voice I could hear what she was saying.  I listened and talked back at her and we did that for a while with a bit of exhorting thrown in.  If you don’t know what that means, it’s this

According to Merriam Webster (who I thought until not long ago was Meriam) it’s

to try to influence (someone) by words or advice : to strongly urge (someone) to do something.

The two of us can get away with that because we’re interested in Best for each other.

We chatted a bit more about that and a few other things and I was sad that we were done  and we said goodbye.  It was sleep time.  

She did however, before “hanging up” say that her prayer for me is that I will have peace and contentment.   Contentment

The state of being happy and satisfied  

Her prayer for me is one of peace and contentment.  Singing Words.

In the quiet I spend alone, I am asking the one who knows me best

(That’s God by the way)

to show me how to be content in the minutes.  Alone and quiet.  That’s hard.  Good.  For me, alone can be pretty lonely and I like to find people, but it can be so good because in the quiet, I can hear

Singing Words

from a few hours ago or a few days ago and those are a gift.  More important, alone gives me an opportunity to listen

I say opportunity because I have to choose whether or not to hold it carefully and quietly and   appreciate it.  Sometimes I don’t and I pace and wander from one thing to another and don’t really stop to listen.

Well I went walking as I so enjoy doing and the day was warm but not hot and the sun was shining and the trees

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I love trees.  So many shades of green and leaves large and small  and trunks that are skinny and some big and strong.  The sidewalk was lined with gardens and I stopped along the way and I even prayed and I can tell you, in those moments of walking and quiet and thinking of

Singing Words

I was Content with a capital C.  Drinking it in and soaking it up, the God Made beauty.  It’s the Best kind.  Have you noticed it recently?  This sunny leafy warm colour filled clean time of year is my favourite for looking at God Made beauty.

I saw Rudbeckia (which I thought until recently was Rebeccia) and I

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smiled because its sunny yellowness always reminds me of my own Rebecca.  Her name means Captivating, Knotted Cord.  Her middle name is Joy and when we laid those names upon her we had no idea how well they would fit.  She is captivating and she is strong like a knotted cord.  She makes me laugh and sometimes cry and she is learning what it means to be a daughter of the king of kings.  She is a princess in the most important sense

and  her gift of sharing Singing Words is knocking me off my feet these days.  She said some to me and they went straight to my heart.  She lives with her bigger brother.  Man, did they ever fight when they were little.  One problem with having an excellent grasp of the English language combined with a quick wit and a strong will, is that Words are often flung around like a whip and turmoil ensues.  Well,  my prayers have been answered and there is peace and these two not only live together and work in close proximity to each other, they are kind one to the other.

Blows my mind.  She sent me a quick message the other night asking for my recipe for banana chocolate chip muffins because they just happen to be her brother’s favourite.  He travels a ton and she wants to have fresh muffins ready for when he gets home this time.  She does these nice things often.  I sent that recipe over the air waves quick as a wink and told her I am proud of her.  Her kindness.

What she sent back as a response was short and ever so sweet.

“Learning from your example 🙂 Love You” and she might not know that those were

Singing Words 

and they sang to me while I was walking and cutting out Christmas aprons and making dinner.

Years and Years ago my mother said something, in a weak moment, that I will never forget.  That’s the thing about words.  They can be good or not so good but most often they are not forgotten.

She said, when I was packing the boxes, a bride of three weeks, to move 3000 miles away,

“I just don’t know why the Lord wants to take all of my children away” and

we both cried.

We have never come up with an answer to that statement, but one thing we do know is that our love for one another is strong and even from afar and maybe because we are afar, we care for one another

Well.

One of mine, is near.  He’s just up the road and has a wife who is also mine now.  The other two of mine are not So far but far enough and we don’t see them often.  They are young and hopefully one day they will be near so we can see them more.  Sometimes though, the view from A Little Ways Off, allows for a clear site line.  I am watching them.  This morning while

in my contentment I was sitting quiet and reading from a little book called

Daily Light  It is full of scripture and so good for starting a day,

God told me again that He sees me here and them there.  He knows the plans he has for me and the ones He has for them.  He also told me that I don’t know His mind and my plans are not His.  In my intentional contentment, yes I need to work hard at it, I will be most successful if I remember that He supplies all that I need when I need it.  My favourite, today was the part about His Truth.  It’s from John 16

When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth, for he will not speak on his own authority, but whatever he hears he will speak, and he will declare to you the things that are to come. 14 He will glorify me, for he will take what is mine and declare it to you.

He will tell me what God wants me to know.

Singing Words

Not sure Who will say What to me today or Whom I will have an opportunity to say good words to.  I don’t need to know.  All I need is to carry on about my business.  The business that God has already decided upon.  I will listen as I go and

maybe you aren’t sure either, what your purpose is for today but maybe a little contented listening is in order and God will tell you what He wants you to know.

Peace and Contentment to you, along with

Singing Words

Heirs…Of the Very Best Treasures

“You always spiritualize, everything you say.”  Hyperbole although I still looked closely for sincerity.  There may have been a slight roll to her eyes.  I like to think discernment is a gift of mine but who knows the deepest thoughts and the reasoning of another?  Not me. I’ve pondered it and maybe it wasn’t a compliment.

Life is too short. Why waste it thinking about God?  What if He isn’t real?  What if He doesn’t care?  What if God is just anything we decide, anything we want him to be?

Well,

There are a lot of old songs that were written at the beginning of the other century.  The last one.  Before my mother’s time and that’ s way back.  We don’t sing them anymore, really.  Not often.  I sang them as a small one.

We learn a whole lot before we even know we’re learning.

My father in law said, when our three were small and watching, “They’re like little sponges” and they soaked in what they saw, steeped in it, stewed even and I fear it wasn’t always best.

Old songs and strong messages were part of my steeping experience.

There’s power in the Blood, Wonder Working Power in the Blood. (yuck, Why talk about blood? ) “Power in the Blood of The Lamb”

I serve a Risen Saviour, He’s in the World Today (Even though you might wonder where He is) “You ask Me how I know He lives.  He lives within My Heart”

Praise God From Whom ALL Blessings Flow (Really?)  “Praise Him All Creatures Here Below”

These days I don’t read nearly enough, often enough.  Oh I want to, but I just don’t get to it, what with talking,

to people and writing, here

and sewing, Aprons

and walking around all over the place and visiting my mom and it’s a bit hard to “Take every thought Captive”, get settled and sit.

Even back then, when I was the small one soaking up truth, I liked to read.

Huck Finn was exciting in my  simple World.  Adventure was at my fingertips and

through my eyes, windows,

there was good and humourous and adventure, from the lazy-boy chair in our little living room.

“He was sunshine most always-I mean he made it seem like good weather.”  I love these words, put together by Mark Twain in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

I’ve been doing some looking, deep into my soul.  It’s pretty mucky in there.  I like being Sunshine.  I like to make it seem like good weather, when You are with Me.  Truth is,

it’s hard work and even Dark, to be Light and this looking I’ve been doing is shedding light in corners.

Being Sunshine is a noble thing but not always honest and if there’s one thing I know, honest is really good.

These days, honest doesn’t seem to matter much.  People, walking around, say stuff they think they need to say to get what they want, because getting what they want is most important

And the corners of our souls are getting darker and more grimy.

Truth, telling it,

is one of the rules God gave us.  I told you last time that it’s good to be reminded of things we already know

so here goes

God says

 1.  Don’t have any Gods but me. 2.  Don’t worship idols. (that’s, anything we make more important than Him)   3.  Don’t take God’s name in vain.  (Man alive, I would have a whole lot of nickels in my nickel jar if I collected for every time I hear this one broken, even by people who say they love God), 4.  Keep a day for resting, (hahaha) Even God rested after He created everything there is.  5.  Honour your Father and Mother (well, you know as well as me that this is rare) 6. Don’t murder people.  7.  Don’t have sex with someone you aren’t married to.  8.  Don’t take stuff that isn’t yours.  9.  Don’t lie.   10.  Don’t be wanting things that belong to someone else.  

I guess this is running through my mind today, like a ticker tape, because it’s sort of a special day in our family.  Well it would have been special anyway, if my dad, the preacher who lived his life very wholly holy

was still alive.  He would have been 99 today and boy would we have been partying.  He isn’t

alive

and hasn’t been, for more than 27 years.  But I can tell you

the things he spent his waking hours teaching us are still as fresh as they were when he was boldly telling them to us.  modeling for us.

It’s important to me that you know,  Proverbs 22:6 (and I like it best from the old old King James) was practiced morning, noon and night.

Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.

Not one of the three of us can ever say we don’t know what you’re talking about if you say we should listen to what God thinks about how we live.

Oh, we know!  The strap was not spared in the teaching.  What’s that about putting the fear of God in someone?  The discipline in the House house would be unacceptable today but

we loved and were loved and there were boundaries to stay within and for the quick learners  the pain was minimal.  Unfortunately, some of us (me) were sort of slow learners and thought it a good thing to push the limits.  I’m still pushing limits and yet there is

healthy fear of my gracious, merciful, loving, gentle, righteous, Holy, kind,

Father God.

Our father taught us to honour our parents.  It wasn’t an easy job and it’s a good thing he had a strong will of his own.

I lied a few times when I was really little and a bit dumb.  Like the time I was told not to walk on the street because it had been freshly paved and I would get tar stuck to my flipflops.  Later, my mama and papa asked if I had obeyed and I said I surely had and then they pointed to my tar covered flipflops and I tried to explain my way out of that one and it didn’t end well for me.  And how ’bout the time I  took change out of my mama’s purse and said I didn’t and there it was in my pocket.    Now, I think they take kids away from parents who discipline their kids the way my parents disciplined me but

I can tell you, I love them dearly and haven’t told a lie in

well, in a very very long time.

I’m sitting here thinking about my dad and considering the raising up of me that he did.  I can barely remember the spankings but I can remember vividly the

afterwards.

A few minutes to steep in my transgression and the consequences

then he was there

in the doorway of my room.  I didn’t cower or shrink.  I looked at his loving face and he looked at mine and he came quietly in and sat and wrapped his arms around me and explained

the Why.

Of course I didn’t believe the part about it hurting him more than it hurt me.  I was the one with the sore backside.  He explained God’s view of what I had done and how sin

of any size or amount needs to be repented and forgiven.  Oh yes, sin was a big deal because you see, it’s a big deal to God, no matter how old I am.  No matter how BIG or small it is.

The depth of God’s love for me was the pivot

and then

repentance on my part, forgiveness on his part, prayer asking for God’s forgiveness

then hugs and

that.  was.  the.  end.  Never to be mentioned again.

Forgiveness

He, that preacher father of mine, made a ton of mistakes.  But boy did he do a good job of being an example of God’s faithful love, forgiveness, redemption.

I am free to worship and praise and sing about the Blood Jesus shed, the blessings He gives because He really truly does live within me.

So we won’t be having cake today or singing “Happy Birthday to You”.  We won’t be wishing him back or saying how much we miss him.  We won’t mourn his early home going at the age of 71.  We won’t shake our fists bitterly in the face of a loving God.

I can’t speak for the others in that preachers family but I can speak for me.

I will remember

good times and not so good.  Conflict and pain.  I will remember difficult times in small churches full of sinful people.  I will reflect on an assortment of those who impacted my dad’s life, the character building (not just in him but also in me, in us) that happened because he was willing to listen and learn and forgive and forget.  He sifted through the happenings and steeped in the learning.  You see, steeping, soaking in learning is good for us.  Even if it is hard

and I will think about how his response to those experiences touched my life and taught me

about loving and sharing Jesus, even though…

I will think about the fun and the laughter and

most of all I will sit for a few minutes and talk to my Heavenly Father about the family he placed me in and I will thank Him for the hard and difficult and ask for

courage, strength, wisdom to live the minutes in front of me.

I am an heir to God’s Heaven

I am an heir to abundant life here while I live

I am an heir of my earthly father’s teaching.  It was valuable.

I have always loved water.  Not just the drinking kind.  We have lots of it and take it for granted and I am thankful but

it’s the flowing kind, the lake and ocean kind that I love

to look at and swim in and listen to and smell and I don’t know where it came from

this love I have, but it is music and solace to my innermost

and I know full well that we don’t worship the created.  We worship the creator

and I have a bubbling creek running through the low ground at my place by the lake and it meanders and makes its way to the lake.  There are boulders and trees and moss in its way and it keeps moving forward until it gets to where it’s going

And here’s that tendency of mine to spiritualize things.

I stood beside it the other day and thought about how

to me

it represents adventure and moving forward and keeping going and it gets its life from the source which is

somewhere over there where I can’t get to.

In John 7:38 Jesus says

Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.

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My dad believed and lived what he believed.  But you see, it wasn’t just about believing.  It was the reality of Who he believed and it was Jesus

and the  flowing out of him was not just his own sweet self because there was lots about him that wasn’t sweet at all.  He would tell you that he was a sinner saved by grace.  The flowing out was actually the spirit of the living God

in him.

So if I could talk to my dad right now, which I can’t and that’s okay because I’m going to see him again one day,

I would say

“Thanks dad, for living, in your imperfect way, commited to our perfect God.  He used you big time to show me the difference He makes when in our brokenness we let Him captain our voyage.”