We didn’t get voted in to that church in Missouri, but God knew best. It was a painful rejection, but we had a good time being together as a family. In fact, we do that wherever we are.
For I am the Lord, I change not… Malachi 3:6
It’s almost time for another seasonal shift. The winds blow warm and then cold, rain storms appear out of nowhere and the temperature vacillates. Soon, the weather will be hot and humid. In my part of the world, summer’s relentless heat is discouraging, and I dread its arrival.
In my life, too, the winds of change are blowing. My children are growing older and more dependent. I am happy about this, and I am sad about this. I am happy that their training is taking root; that we are seeing fruit for our labors. Yet, I am sad, too. Sad that things must change. I am getting older, my foot injury is proving that! I’m not healing as quickly as I once did! I spotted a few more gray hairs, and I uttered the words “our grandchildren” when discussing my future with my husband. What? Our what? No way. Okay, thankfully, that’s not going to be anytime soon, but, that’s my future – becoming a grandmother! (ME?)
I sat letting these thoughts wash over me, wishing for all I’m worth that time would just stand still. No more change! I mean, I like variety in food, and yes, even in the weather, but not in my life. I like it when my life stays the same. As I pondered this, the Lord whispered to my heart, “Everything changes on Earth, but not in Heaven.” That’s right! God never changes. He can say today, “I will be this way forever.” and mean it! I used to say stuff like, “Mom will be in the store forever.” But, I was lying. I knew she wouldn’t be in the store forever – just a really, really, really long time. When God says “forever”, He means it.
I’m so glad that nothing changes with God. I’m so thankful that my future is with Him, the never-changing one, in Heaven. And I hope He will return today, don’t you?
After the storm, things look so much better, don’t they? The sun seems to shine brighter, the Earth appears to sparkle, and the air feels cleaner! We look back and say “That was such a terrible storm, but by God’s grace, we made it!” I am looking forward to the day when we are in Heaven, and all the storms will forever be over.
I’m so glad I don’t need feet to write. But, I do need them for other things, and when you hurt something on your body, you sure do appreciate that part so much more! I tore a tendon in my right foot doing my workouts. Thankfully, surgery is not necessary. However, I will be on strong steroids for a week, icing my foot and wearing a boot at night and when at rest which keeps my foot at a 90 degree angle. I also have a ganglion cyst on that same foot, which is painless. The doctor is going to try to treat that with medication also, but it may not work. The only other option for that is surgery, which I only need if I am in pain. So far, the cyst doesn’t hurt, so I will forego that surgery.
Please pray that it will be well soon. In the meantime, this is how I look:
The kids and my sweetie are being so kind and helpful so I can get back to normal soon! I do appreciate your prayers. Maybe I’ll have more time to write now that I’m laid up? Yeah. Probably not. Thanks for reading!
I was born and raised in Arkansas. I am very aware that I have a southern accent. I’m also aware that I’m a rebel, but not because of the Civil War – I’m glad the Union won – I’m just a maverick kind of girl. I was a child when Bill Clinton was governor of Arkansas. My mom was a public school teacher and principal in Arkansas for her entire career. Governor Clinton accepted an invitation to visit her school one day, along with his entourage. Instead of eating with the teachers at the special table they had decorated in his honor, he ate with the kids and posed for local newspaper photographers! After all, why eat with the voters and tax payers?
I remember when he lost his second run at the governor’s mansion, he got up and tried again. Only the second time, he told his wife (maybe he begged or bargained with her) to please take his last name. She did. He won. The rest is history. I remember when he became President, the city of Hope and the city of Hot Springs got in a battle over who could “claim” the state’s favorite son. He was born in Hope, but only lived there four years. He grew up in Hot Springs. Finally, an agreement was made: Hope would be his “Birthplace” and Hot Springs would be his “Boyhood Home”. I, too, am from Hot Springs. I remember driving into town right after the erected the big, brown sign declaring that the Spa City was the “Boyhood Home of President William Jefferson Clinton”. A few days later, the sign was riddled with bullet holes and paint gun splotches. Pride in our favorite son, I guess? Needless to say, the sign was replaced more than once. In case I haven’t been clear, I’m not a supporter of Bill Clinton. However, I do have a great deal of respect for the office of the President of the United States. I’m thankful for the peaceful change of power at each inauguration. I’m thankful that God has given us a leader, but I know that God is ultimately in control.
My husband and I have a deep love of history. He’s been to D.C. five times and I’ve been once. Someday, we hope to go together! We have visited four other presidential homes: Eisenhower (Abilene, Kansas); LBJ (Austin, TX & Johnson City, TX); Jefferson’s Monticello (Charlottesville, VA) and Truman (Independence, MO). Today, we added one more! Bill Clinton’s birthplace, Hope, AR.
I was very impressed with how kind the National Park Rangers were to us! They thanked us more than once for “taking the time to come by” – southern hospitality at its best. They were not at all worried or bothered about having children there. In fact, they gave each of the older ones a little booklet to work on, with questions about the home. They gave them a “Junior Ranger” badge, a certificate and “swore them in” as junior rangers. I had forgotten the Bill Clinton was actually born William Jefferson Blythe, III – his father was killed in a car accident three months before his birth. He was later adopted by his stepfather, Roger Clinton. It was interesting to see how humble a future President began his life. It thrills me to know that a guy from Hope – and Hot Springs – Arkansas, could achieve such heights! He was blessed by God with a great mind and he was a very hard worker.
It was a fun day for our family! We have driven past this home hundreds – if not thousands – of times, but never stopped. The admission was free and as you can see, they allowed me to take pictures wherever I wanted! (Most historical sites prohibit this.) Thanks for taking the tour with us, and if you’re ever in Hope, stop by and take the free tour – and look me up!
In 2003, my husband and I were living in Topeka, Kansas. It’s a long story. We’d gone there to work for a a pastor who was in ill health. Terry was going to take over the church for him after a few months. Well, six months into our time there, we learned that the man was healed. No job for us at that church. Terry found a decent job at a factory and we moved to another church nearby and waited on God to direct our path. It was a long, difficult three years while we waited.
We had dial-up internet access, but knew nothing of social networking. Email was the “thing” then. I was writing…I guess I’ve always been writing… but on paper, not a screen! I knew nothing of blogging. My husband’s grandmother, Nita Saylor, had just retired from her job at the Delta faucet factory. Her going-away gift was a digital camera! She had no desire for it, so she gave it to us. I still remember the day it arrived in the mail. I eagerly opened the box and took out the parts, read the manual and stood in awe at how I could view the photos instantly. I had a good time with that camera. We used it until we upgraded some five years later. I have shuffled these photos around from hard drive to hard drive and now, I am placing them here for safe keeping.
When I looked at these photos, I got a lump in my throat and that butterfly feeling in my stomach. Could this little girl be my Lauren? Can this baby boy actually be my Mitchell? Mitchell helps his dad do yard work and vehicle maintenance now. Lauren just made a fresh batch of no-bake cookies. I feel sadness mixed with joy. I’m so happy we made fun memories way back then, when she was four and Mitchell was one. I am glad they are growing up into fine young people. I’m glad I’ve gotten to be with them on every step of their journey. But…I’m a little sad, too. Sad that these few grainy photos are all I have left of those days. Oh, and the journals I wrote. I still have those. But these days are gone forever and ever. I’ve decided not to think about the sad part; just to think about the happiness part. Because despite the fact that the people in these photos were wretchedly poor – it was that year, 2003, that our total income was a whopping $13,000 – we were happy. We shared love and laughter. We saw God work miracles and provide needs for us that were above and beyond what we could ask or think. While we suffered, we grew. And while we grew, we smiled. We smiled because we loved each other, because we were saved and, because no matter what, our God would never leave us or forsake us.
Thank you for walking down memory lane with me. I still have that bittersweet feeling as I share these photos. Part of me remembers all my faults and failures, the other part of me says, “Nobody’s perfect”. Part of me is joyful that I made these memories, the other part of me desperately wants to go back in time somehow and squeeze these little ones one more time, savor the moments a bit longer and correct my mistakes. But no one has that luxury. No one. So I will just say to my Savior, thank you. Thank you, Lord, for letting me live and experience these happenings. Thank you for letting my children live and grow and become what they are today. For while I do treasure the memories of the past, I know that today is all I really have. Today. I want it to count for Him.