Leaning on a Wall

I had a lovely weekend with church family and a blessed service. God has a plan.
It is a beautiful day this morning in the gazebo. 70 degrees already. . .cloudy and a gently breeze blowing. Wind chimes are softly singing. My devotional book has touched my heart and leading me into many places and directions.
Isaiah 40:1 Comfort ye my people, saith your God.
I pray all that are struggling will be comforted. . . those that have lost loved ones, those that are troubled and lost, those that I have no way of knowing their needs. . . but God does.
We all need a strong wall to lean on now and then. Leaning on a real wall (to rest and get our second wind) releasing tension in your shoulders, arms, stomach. you can feel the stress release. . . try it.
Elizabeth Sherrill wrote, “In time of crisis, we learn to lean on God just as you would a wall in your home. It’s when we learn the difference between believing God and trusting Him. . . let me notice walls today–remembering that the walls of your city stand forever.”
Psalm 56:3 “What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.”
I watched the Patriot (Mel Gibson) last evening. It was a sad time of war in our country. I pray God will bless this nation and the war of words and deeds will end . . and we can unite as one nation again!


Do you get so busy in your life that you barely notice your surroundings?  I do! Busy is a funny word. . . busy with mundane chores? Busy with enjoyable tasks?  Busy with TV watching?  Busy with watching birds?  I think we can really make time for the things we love. . . but are you too busy to notice your community?  How can you help?  What can you do to improve your little area?  . . . small little things can mount up for a big change–get busy about changing the world. . . one small random act of kindness every day. . . be a BUSY world changer!!


May 23, 1947. . . Today would have been Rich’s seventieth birthday!  Amazing! It just wasn’t in God’s plan.  I posted several pictures. . . many commented how Brock and AJ resembled him

. . . I thought so, but thought it was just me.  I think about going to the cemetery. . . I know he isn’t there.  Where and what do I do to feel closer to him?  Lunch at Red Lobster?  Mow and care for our church that he loved dearly? A walk through Christy Woods, our “Owen County,” get away during college?  Resting in the courtyard that he loved. . . a shaded, peaceful, escape from the world.  This evening will be a ballgame watching Brock.


I know I don’t need to go anywhere  to be with him. He is with me always, because his love is in my heart.  That was the biggest surprise in his death.  I thought I would have to stop loving him when he died—SO NOT TRUE. . . my love continues every day!  We said for ALWAYS!


In his last days, he wanted me to promise three things. . . . 1.  Mow the weeds under his red Chevy! :), 2,  No flowers on his grave, but always put an American Flag, and 3. Be Happy!  I have kept all three promises.  My family, friends, students, have brought me much happiness and joy in these twelve years since Rich left.
This travel of grief is a personal journey.  . . you can’t avoid it, go around it, or try and skip it. . . . You just have to muddle through the best you can. No one can do it for you. BUT know that the love you felt will last . . . ALWAYS!!!

Survivors Club Review

Reading Survivors Club by Michael Bornstein and Debbie Bornstein Holinstat.


Heart wrenching story about survival of a young prisoner of Auschwitz.  How could anyone question the reality of these death camps? How could anyone so young survive?  Prayers, hope, and belief that “this too shall pass!”  I’ve finished the first third of the book and plan to nestle down on this rainy day to read more. . .


I am thinking of two  of my favorite hymns. . .


Thus far the Lord has led me on;

Thus far His power prolongs my days;

And every evening shall make known,

Some fresh memorials of His grace.

Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps am near my home;

But He forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep

Peace is the pillow for my head,

While well appointed angels

Keep their watchful stations round my bed.
In vain the sons of earth or hell,

Tell me a thousand frightful things,

But God in safety makes me dwell

Beneath the shadow of His wings.. . .




. . . while blessed with a sense of His love,

A palace a toy would appear;

And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Jesus will always be with us!  He promised!  We can rest in peace knowing, believing that!

First Grade Life Lesson

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.: I am reminded of two boys in my first grade class, many years ago. “”ROB” was an average student with a kind heart. “FRED” was above average academically, but behavior was a huge problem. Fred’s parents had tried everything to get him to behave. Some worked for a while. They promised him a car, truck, legoes. . . if he could go a week without trouble.
One day while outside for recess, ROB came up to me. He said, “Can I ask you a question?” A teacher is never sure where this is going, but I told him of course and braced myself. “You know I try to follow the rules, and I’m always polite. I try to make Mom and Dad proud and happy. But I don’t get toys. FRED is always brining things and bragging that he had gotten them for being good. It doesn’t seem fair!” WOW. . . . that was more than a question–it was an observation of life.
I assured ROB that he was a great student and citizen. All the classmates loved and respected him. I was very proud of him! I asked him if he wanted to act like FRED so he could get toys. He looked at me like I had four heads! He replied, “NO! Are you kidding me? My parents wouldn’t buy the toys for being bad–I would be in time out for months!”
I told him he had learned and important life lesson . . he felt good in his heart! That is better than anything money could buy! It takes some children longer to learn life’s lessons. I have lost track of ROB. I am sure he is successful. FRED has remained in the area, and I have seen him be a good dad.
“Let us not be weary of doing good. . . “

Peace and Contentment

Sometimes peace is hard to find in this crazy world of high demands, high expectations, multiple commitments. The days of sitting on the porch, rocking and realizing where we came from and where we are going –seem long gone. A person has to find a place where they can “deprogram”. A few minutes of total silence or soft music and “take you away”!
Memories of the beach, forest trail, or country road will bring that calmness needed. . . a few minutes can go a long way in this hustle and bustle. . . and return you to much needed peace and contentment–the best place to be!
Have a relaxed, blessed Friday!

“I have planted. . . but God gave the increase” – I Corin 3:6

I love spring, yardwork, and flower beds!  Work I love. . . but can so easily get away from me. The garden starts immaculate, and rows are clean.  BUT by the end of summer, a mower is needed to go down the rows.  That doesn’t dampen my spirits. . . every year I have a renewed hope.  I feel so close to Mom in the garden. . she was the master gardener!  I think she found peace there that she didn’t find anywhere else.  In the Garden was the lullaby song she sang to my brother.  A beautiful place in the cool morning air, sun coming up, and seeing the “fruit” of her labor! Enjoy the chirping birds, and peace for the day!

In The Garden Lyrics


I come to the garden alone,

While the dew is still on the roses,

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own,

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.


He speaks, and the sound of His voice,

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me,

Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with Him,

Tho’ the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe,

His voice to me is calling.