Wednesday, April 30, 2008

THE G-G-G-GRI-INCH!



Charles and Dave before we left the house to meet up with Jessica and Steven. My son is actually The Grinch, Jr.





Hmmm...What do you think?



The Bean is worried that Uncle Chaz is going to smear her up! Oops, too late, check out her nose!



Dave and Charles await the start of the game!










I managed to get everything done yesterday that needed to be accomplished! After handing off Dave & Charlie, Jelly Bean and I went inside Costco and got a couple of things (I was mainly interested in getting more coffee, blackberries and strawberries!)and then had ourselves a Very Berry Sundae, which is a great bargain for the amount you get!

We came home and she made up a batch of brownies (which I poured into the pan) all by herself. I owed her a batch becasue we didn't get around to it the last time she stayed. While I flipped between the hockey game and Idol she played a couple of computer games. Our evening went by fast because before I knew it, it was bathtime, jammies and hair combing time.

On to the STARS... An awesome game! Zubov tied it up and then the STARS went on to win 2-1 in Overtime! They play again tonight and are up 3 games in this Round 2 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Charles bought his Zubov Jersey last night at the game. I'll post a picture later on. He took a shower last night and it'll be interesting to see if all of the green came out of his beard, mustache and eyebrows. He may still look a little like the Grinch this morning!

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

RATTLING AROUND

That's what it feels like my brain is up to, just rattling around up here in my head. I am in the full throes of full blown allergies! I have dealt with the itchy, watery eyes, sore and scratchy throat, the ticklish cough and the constant drip, drip, drip in the back of my throat that makes me swallow at least 50 times a minute! I started taking Clariton yesterday and while my throat and the dripping is much better, I sound stuffed up (although I can breathe pretty normal). Man oh man, if I am going to feel like this, I should at least get me a cat! (Which I am allergic to even though I really prefer them over dogs!) I suppose it's my own fault though, it's been really nice here lately and I have thrown open the windows and turned off the A/C! Soon enough the A/C will be running non-stop and I won't be sleeping with the windows open and the fan turned on low, in the window.

With the windows open I am able to listen to the sounds of Spring so much better. Specifically, all of the birds. There is the screeching of mockingbirds and jays, the melodious sounds of the cardinals, the cooing of the doves, the honking of the Canada Geese that fly overhead and land on the lake 2 blocks over from where we live. There are little "chippy birds" as Pop calls the everyday birds we all see and we have a resident squirrel that Charlie named "NUTS" 2 years ago that attacks the bird feeder with gusto whenever his nuts are eaten up that I put out for him. I would hate to miss out on all that. I can however do without the yappy black dog that barks at anything and everything he sees. Is it wrong to want to taser him so that I can go for a walk in peace? Probably...

Today is going to be an incredibly full day for me. I have a house to clean this morning, grocery shop, pick up Charlie early from school, run and get "Whataburger" for Dave & Charlie's dinner (special request), drive them to Lewisville and hand them off to Jessica and Steven and get Jelly Bean in return, spend a couple of hours watching the Bean, meet up in Lewisville again, hand her off and get my menfolk back, drive home and fall into bed late! WHEW! It's an exciting time to live in the Metroplex if you are a hockey fan! Our Dallas Stars are in the 2nd round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs and Steven was able to get 4 tickets to their home game tonight. Oh yeah, I have to get green and black hair spray and face paint for Charles to decorate himself with! It should be a fun evening and I do hope they win! Charles wants a Sergei Zubov Jersey and Dave & I actually considered getting him a STARS jersey for this past Christmas but didn't. I knd of wished now that we had.

Tomorrow night, being a Wednesday, Charles asked if he could stay home from Youth Group and watch game 4 of the series. He is really unhappy at Youth Group. It seems that being in Jordan's all guy Bible Study a while back has spoiled him. Jordan hasn't been able to do the study this past year because he has been busy producing music and has been travelling a lot to Nashville and out to L A. This means that Charles hasn't been having his guitar lessons either. I think he's feeling a little adrift right now. Youth Group has become such a social thing, a real outreach ministry and he is really wanting some significant Bible Study. He told me that he isn't looking for the social aspect of things, he is wanting something with more meaning . I have always known that God has something special in mind for him, given his temperment and personality. I suggested he contact his former Youth Pastor Greg (who is now an assistant to the new guy) and ask him if he knows if there's any interest? I also said that maybe Greg would be interested in leading one even. Ya never know until you ask. I am going to start praying about this for him. Most kids don't have this "dilemma". All of the friends that he brings to Wednesday nights are in it for the social aspect and not really looking for anything deeper like he is. There are Life Groups but they are co-ed and also somewhat social.

I'll bet this is a first for parents of teenagers! They would love to have this concern!

Sunday, April 27, 2008

CHURCH

I truly LOVE our church! It's been a wonderful, growing, stable anchor in our lives for the last 7+ years. We had been to a different church before that for 7 years where we were stunted in our Spiritual growth. The best way to describe our church "Cross Timbers" is that it's like throwing open the windows, on a gorgeous, breezy Spring day after the staleness of Winter had satuarated the soul! We have been blessed beyond measure. We have an amazing Pastor, Toby Slough who is the real deal.

Today was the start of the new series, "Plan B" and it was a great message. My testimony is still scheduled for next Sunday the last I heard. Tonight we had our Quarterly Family Meeting where they cover finances and updating us as to how we as a church have been doing in pursuing the goals for 2008. That sort of stuff. Toby finished it off with some interesting, exciting and a bit of sad news.

Toby has been running at full speed for the last 14 years and he is "in touch with his weariness" as he put it. He is probably the hardest working man at church, as most pastors who are worth their salt, are. While he was in India in February he had 6 different people from 6 completely different areas that he was ministering in have a prophetic word for him. God is going to be moving within our church in a mighty way and he needs to be prepared for it. So, Toby is taking a 90 day sabbatical. I had to laugh when he said,

"No, I'm not burned out. No I'm not headed to rehab. No, I'm not having a mid-life crisis. This is preventative medicine."

I whole-heartedly support his doing this. It's just tough when you think your Pastor is the best Pastor in the world and you don't get the priviledge of learning from him. He was pretty emotional when he told us how much he loves what he does, being the Pastor of our church.

His Sabbatical is going to be great for his family. He gets to spend time with his wife Mika, their 20 year old daughter is home from college this summer and he gets to spend more time with their son before he goes off to college this August. More than anything, I can't wait for him to come back to us and share what God has done in his life and how He has revealed Himself and His plans for Toby and our church.

May 18th will be his last Sunday until school begins in August. Pastors are people too and we all love him and his family that we really want this to be a special time for him and his family!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

SHOW AND TELL FRIDAY

Show and Tell is sponsored by Kelli at "There Is No Place Like Home". Go there or be square (play along!)

Show and Tell

A couple of months ago my Show and Tell was an antique sewing machine which reminded me of Meine Omi's that she had in Germany. This week's Show and Tell is this Wedding photo of my grandparents, Wilhelm and Marguerite Tandler. They were married June 26, 1926 in Sudentland which is now the Czech Republic. My grandmother looks very stylish and my grandfather is so dapper looking with his top hat and gloves! (Click to enlarge)




















Wilhelm was born September 29, 1895. He had 2 older sisters that died before he was born. Meine Mutti told me that Wilhelm's father Theodore was a musician and that both of his daughters died while he was off playing music. So naturally there was a curse presumed to be on the family, related to playing music which is why Meine Mutti was never allowed to learn. She has since Meine Omi's death, learned to play the piano. Theodore put away his music never to play again. When Meine Opi Wilhelm was 3 years old, his father Theodore was at work in the railyard when he fell and struck his head on the rail. He eventually died of his injury a year later. His mother Anna remarried Opi Peck and they had 2 sons, meine Opi's half-brothers. Uncle Kurt was drafted into the German Army and killed during WW2 in Holland when he was shot by a sniper. Uncle Irwin was exterminated by the Nazis at the start of the war. He was taken off to be castrated because he was mentally slow, even though he was self-sufficient. The family was notified to come and pick up his ashes.

Meine Omi, Marguerite Novak was one of 15 children. She was born October 14, 1901. She lost several siblings when they were infants and helped to care for her other siblings since she was one of the older children. When my grandparents married they had one-fourth interest in a 4 family home. There had been a deal made with Meine Omi's 3 other siblings and their spouses that they would work on one unit at a time. Wilhelm was a carpenter and their unit was the last to be refurbished. At that time, the other siblings demanded to be paid for their work. Thus resulting in a family feud. Without any resolution in sight, My grandparents, unbeknownst to the others sold their share to a complete stranger and decided to move to South America where some friends of theirs had gone and were doing quite well.














My grandparents 10th Anniversary not long before they were expecting my mother.



Meine Mutti was raised as an only child. My grandparents had a son, Eric who passed away as an infant while they were still in Sudentland. All Meine Mutti knows is that it was some type of choking incident (which is how Meine Opi's 2 older sisters died). Last November Meine Mutti revealed to my surprise that she had had an older sister that passed away as well! She had never mentioned it to me and seemed to have only recently remembered her father mentioning her once when she was about 12 years old. Meine Mutti was born May 6, 1938 in Buenos Aries, Argentina.


Meine Mutti Helga at 7 months wth my Omi and Opi.









Right after Meine Mutti's 1st Birthday my grandparents made the decision to return home to Europe. I don't know what motivated them to do so because if they had had any inkling that Hitler would wage war just shortly after their return, I doubt they would have gone!



When you click on photo and enlarge it, Meine Mutti is in Meine Omi's arms at the railing wearing a bonnet.

Some time down the road I will post a Show and Tell and share more about my mother's family and the war.

MORE ABOUT PLATES?

Currently this is the type of Specialty Plates Dave & I have for my VUE and the Vacation VAN. We like these because it expresses our outdoorsyness (is that a word? It is now!) and a portion of the revenues collected go towards Big Bend National Park.









This a new proposed plate from Florida. You can read more about this here. Sound off! As a Believer in Christ, would you have a faith based license plate on your vehicle? Why or why not? I see a lot of different views and even dilemmas on this one!


Tuesday, April 22, 2008

MY PLATE IS FULL!

My plate is full or so it seems anyway! I haven't posted much the last few days since I have been busy with trying to write up my testimony and not make it the next Great American Novel! I e-mailed the gal from church (who had approached me about sharing my story for Toby's upcoming series,) that it's difficult trying to "just hit the highlights" and keep from doing the Lord an injustice by not sharing EVERY thing! I am almost done with the tweaking suggestions and will send it off this morning. Rather than videotaping it, they are going to do an audio of me reading it and then do a "photo shoot" and have pictures. Heck, my Hub is a fantastic photographer so I think they should just use his pictures. I digress! I am a bit nervous about the whole thing though. In a small way, I would like to miss church that day and catch it later on the internet. This might come as a shock to some but I am uncomfortable with the thought of the attention that might be brought to me. I know, I know, hard to believe but true!

I am working this morning but have to be home by noon. We are having Direct TV installed today. When the Hub was working in California and I was back home I decided to do some research. I have been aggravated with our current internet and cable provider. The internet suddenly disconnects while in the midst of something. I have had one of their guys out to double-check the wiring (fireants can reek havoc on wiring) as well as switching out the modem. They act like I have got lobsters growing out of my head and that the problem is all in my head! Our cable company only recently started carrying Hi-def channels, they are WAY behind everyone else! We have a different phone provider and so I contacted them to see if FIOS was available yet for where we live. It finally is! Long story short...I switched everything over and I will be saving us *$115 a month!!!! That is significant!

Yesterday, after a self-imposed 7 month exile, I went back to my least favorite place in the world, The Texas Cancer Center! I went in for my lab work right after our 3 week vacation last August. My platelets were running 15K which was not good. I was told to come back in 2 days later for them to re-check me which I did. To this day, no one has ever called me back with my results. They also call to say that my Oncologist wants me to come back in (fill in the blank) weeks. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch! Just to give you an idea of how whacked my immune system is, they told me yesterday that my recheck results (the one that they never gave me the numbers on) were 61K just 48 hours later!!!

I realize that I am a grown woman and should take responsibility for getting my own self back in there but quite honestly, after all of the time I have spent in that miserable place, I flat out did not want to! So I didn't!

In the midst of my hiatus, I decided to lower my medication myself, very gradually. I will save you all the trouble and please do not e-mail or leave comments telling me that I am not a doctor. I already know that! To be honest, they have just "hit and missed" with me and my meds quite a bit over the last 4 years! I have felt quite well and not had any of the symptoms that accompany low blood platelets (bleeding, blood blisters, deep bruising and so on). All the refills are gone on my meds and I needed to have my liver levels (say that 5x fast!) checked to make sure that the steroids aren't damaging it so I finally called them and made an appointment!

I spent * 2 hours there between my labs and seeing the doctor. I braced myself for his saying something about ME lowering my meds, he is holding my chart in his hands so it's pretty obvious! He basically said that after all of this time I know my body and that I also know the drill by know (when I am in crisis) and that I was doing fine. My platelets were 176K which is great! I had already determined that I wasn't going to have my routine labs done more than once a month. Imagine my delight to hear him say he only wants me in every 3 months for labs and I don't have to see him for a year!!!Hooray! He asked me if I want to lower my meds some more? I told him I really want to "hang out" here for a while. He told me that 200mg daily of the Danazol is actually a pretty low dosage. Consider that I began 4 years ago on 600mg a day. For the record, I did NOT lower myself that much since I last saw him! To put it in perspective, I am down to 1400mg a week vs 1800mg a week since last I was in! My meds are VERY tempermental and have to be tweaked gently!

So yeah, I am in a great frame of mind regarding my health!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

SHOW & TELL FRIDAY

Show and Tell

Join the rest of us participating in Kelli's Show & Tell. "Show" us something and then "tell" us about it!

This is a book I got when I was a 5 years old. It's called "DER STRUWWELPETER" and it was given to me by some friends of my Omi & Opi, in Grabenheim, Germany. It's a book of 10 morals for children. If you don't listen to your parents, something bad will likely happen to you. The book, which was originally written in 1845 by a physician, Dr Heinrich Hoffman was the result of his inability to find a picture book for his son's Christmas present so he created his own. It was later published in 1858 by its current title.

"Struwwelpeter" (Shaggy Peter) describes a boy who does not groom himself properly and is consequently unpopular. (Click on photos to enlarge)




















In "Die Geschichte vom bösen Friederich" (The Story of Cruel Frederick), a violent boy terrorizes animals and people. Eventually he is bitten by a dog, who goes on to eat the boy's sausages while he is bedridden.





















In "Die gar traurige Geschichte mit dem Feuerzeug" (The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches), a girl plays with matches and burns to death.






















In "Die Geschichte von den schwarzen Buben" (The Story of the Inky Boys), Nikolas (a tall, bearded man who is not identified or explained further) catches three boys teasing a dark-skinned boy. To teach them a lesson, he dips the three boys in black ink, to make them even darker-skinned than the boy they'd teased.
















"Die Geschichte von dem wilden Jäger" (The Story of the Wild Huntsman) is the only story not primarily focused on children. In it, a rabbit steals a hunter's rifle and eyeglasses and begins to hunt the hunter. In the ensuing chaos the rabbit's child is burned by hot coffee.























In "Die Geschichte vom Daumenlutscher" (The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb), a mother warns her son not to suck his thumbs. However, when she goes out of the house he resumes his thumb sucking, until a roving tailor appears and cuts off his thumbs with giant scissors. I gotta tell you, this one scared the snot out of me as a kid!



















"Die Geschichte vom Suppen-Kaspar" (The Story of Kaspar who did not have any Soup) begins as Kaspar, a healthy, strong boy, proclaims that he will no longer eat his soup. Over the next five days he wastes away and dies. This one really disturbed me but I was morbidly fascinated!





















In "Die Geschichte vom Zappel-Philipp" (The Story of Fidgety Philip), a boy who won't sit still at dinner accidentally knocks all of the food onto the floor, to his parents' great displeasure.














"Die Geschichte von Hans Guck-in-die-Luft" (The Story of Hans Look-in-the-Air) concerns a boy who habitually fails to watch where he's walking. One day he walks into a river; he is soon rescued, but his satchel drifts away.





















In "Die Geschichte vom fliegenden Robert" (The Story of Flying Robert), a boy goes outside during a storm. The wind catches his umbrella and sends him to places unknown, and presumably to his doom.




















A bunch of real feel-good stories huh? No wonder I could use some serious therapy!
"That book is just messed up!" said my 17 year old son when he saw me photographing its pages.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

FEELIN' STUNNED

I am a bit stunned as well as humbled over an e-mail I received yesterday. I was contacted by our church to share my testimony as part of an upcoming series our Pastor Toby Slough, is planning. As a Believer we should have an ongoing testimony I believe. If all we can testify about is our salvation (as fundamental and important as it is) that probably means we are stagnant. I've been a Born-Again Christian for 26+ years and there were some lean times testimony-wise because I was content with the status quo. I wasn't being stretched beyond my comfort zone and that usually happens when:
A) We are no threat whatsoever to satan
B) We are in desparate need of a Holy Spirit Revival
C) We are in a holding pattern with God (sometime we are healing or waiting on God to move. That process too can be a testimony!)

Without sounding self-righteous, I have a large repertoire of testimony. Since I am kind of a Drama Queen I'm grateful that God considers me a work in progress and continues to be patient with me.

In particuliar, I have been asked to share about my chronic health issue, ITP. I was asked to prayerfully consider about sharing. Honestly, I don't know what I have to consider! God has been SO incredibly amazing to me, how could I NOT share?! My prayer is that I allow the Holy Spirit to use my words to the glory of Christ. Being as long-winded as I am, I also am concerned that I don't try and make this sound like I am out on the lecture circuit, promoting my upcoming book!

As you read this, I just ask that you take just a couple of seconds, say a quickie prayer for me that the Holy Spirit will annoint my words and can use this to further His kingdom in whatever way HE sees fit! This Scripture has been coming back at me repeatedly and I know that it's the Holy Spirit bringing it to mind!

"But in your hearts, set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have."
1 Peter 3:15

Monday, April 14, 2008

ORDER PLEASE!

No, it's not the drive-thru Starbucks this morning.

I am a creature of habit I suppose, moreso the older I become. I like it when my life has structure, I feel contentment. My Hub got in safe, sound and ON TIME last night from Sacramento. Our timing was impecible to say the least! I got home right before American Airlines started yanking flights and Dave got home the day after they were done. Neither one of us experienced any inconviences. Well, stolen laptop computer and unscrupulous baggage handlers aside! The bottom line however, is that we are together again!

This past Friday I picked up the Jelly Bean from her school and kept her for the weekend since Jessica was photographing a wedding in San Antonio on Saturday. She & Steven drove down Friday and came home yesterday. With Grampy out of town still, I made the decision to let the Bean sleep in bed with me. Normally, I set up the pup tent and she has a little air mattress and she "camps out" in the den in front of the fireplace. I was lazy and didn't feel like I should drag all of that out when there was a perfectly good King Sized waterbed for me and her. I mean, how much room does a 5 year old take up anyway?

Apparently this 5 year old takes up a lot! It was like sleeping with a bucking bronco with 8 octopus arms! She rolled and wallered around more than all 4 of my kids put together! My whole family could've slept on that bed at one time and I would have gotten a better night's sleep! If I woke up once I woke up a half a dozen times to bony knees in my back, little arms flailing me in the head, feet in my shoulder and so on... I kept shoving her over and in no time, she was right back over hogging up my ever decreasing space on the bed! Friday night was a long night!

The other thing is that I am an early bird. I like my quiet time and my coffee in the mornings. This kid has some kind of radar that goes off as soon as my eyes open up, regardless of what part of the house she is sleeping in! I'm not kidding! I come out of the bathroom and there she is, all bright eyed, talkative and hungry for breakfast already! My mind is foggy until I have had some coffee so I am not to interactive initially! Food? Uh, not even a part of the thought process yet!

We spent the weekend goofing off, watching movies, playing video games, doing a puzzle, going to church and going to Life Group where she had a blast playing with other kids! By Saturday night I had learned my lesson. I still let her sleep in our bed but I put a body pillow in between us. She was still trying to steal my space but at least I didn't need a chiropracter the next day!

Grandkids are a wonderful blessing! They say they keep you young. That might be true but they also help you to remember how old you really are! Last night I hooked up with Jessica and Steven and did the "Jelly-Bean hand off". I kept my cell phone handy becasue I knew the drill. Within 2 minutes Jess calls me telling me that someone was already missing me and wanted to talk to me. The Bean hates goodbyes and gets a bit tearful. I've said it before and I'll say it again,

"I hate to hear them cry but it makes me feel like I'm doing this GIGI thing right!"




BABYBEAN IN THE BASKET

Friday, April 11, 2008

SHOW & TELL FRIDAY AGAIN!!!

Show and Tell
S&T is sponsored by our hostess, Kelli every Friday, so please join in!

First of all, thanks for stopping by last Friday while I was flying the friendly skies to California for my Yosemite getaway with my beloved. Scroll down a tiny bit if you want to see some of my pictures of our fun time! The Hub is supposed to be flying home this Sunday. Let's all say a prayer that the airline delays this week, won't impact him and he will be back home to me soon.

Today I am showing off my dishes! I LOVE anything Moosey and so I had admired these back in 2004 when we were on vacation in Yellowstone. These are from Big Sky Carvers, their Brushwerks series. They also come in the bear pattern with a bear paw print which my sister-in-law got last summer for her birthday! Go Peggy! They were a bit pricey so imagine my surprise when Dave secretly bought them and gave them to me! I love the little hoof detail emedded in them! The 4 piece setting includes the dinner plate, salad plate, soup bowl and huge mug.














Later I added these chili bowls!















Last Fall, Dave added the canister set for me. I keep oatmeal packets, sweet & low, tea bags etc. in my canisters rather than flour and sugar.














I also have the trivet, S&P Shakers and Spoon Rest!















There are a couple more pieces than I would still like to get. There's the big serving platter, a pitcher and a smaller canister (it comes as a set) that would go with my 4 piece set. I just saw recently that they have drawer pulls too! I don't use these very often yet. Once we're retired and living hopefully in our Montana cabin, these are slated to become my every day dishes. I love ladeling up a steaming mug of my Buffalo & Black Bean Chili and using my special dishes!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

MY FRIEND-BETH MOORE

Okay, I have never met the woman but when you listen to her teaching the Word, her love of Jesus is SO contageous you feel like you have know her for years! Beth Moore is SO down to earth and "normal" (like the rest of us) she becomes very easy to relate to. My dear friend Kim from our Life Group sent this to me yesterday and it's one of those "too good not to share" stories. So sit back and read about "Jesus with skin on". (That's us by the way! We get to be used by Him.)

THE HAIRBRUSH

April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the
plane,
I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd
had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to
tell
you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in
you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.

Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least
of which is your ego.

I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped
over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that
obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees
protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat
hanger
was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins
and
bones.

The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair
hung
well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were
long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.

I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my
face.
As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself
wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered
that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an i mpersonator maybe?
Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the
Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served
on
a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart was
growing
more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.

Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern,
and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking
old
man.

I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall.
I've
learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary
to
my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may
be
embarrassing.

I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my
spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh, no, God, please,
no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it
into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this ma n. Not right
here
and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't
make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking
audience. Please, Lord!"

There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't
make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then
I
heard it... "I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush
his
hair."

The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts
spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair?
No-brainier. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God,
as
I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this
man.

I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to
a
man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a
mess i f he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man."


Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write
this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said,
Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his
hair."

I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my
suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a
hairbrush?" God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to
walk
toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will
thoroughly furnish you unto all good works." (2 Timothy 3:17)

I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even
as
I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same
butterflies.
I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible,
"Sir,
may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"

He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?"

"May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"

To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to
hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that."

At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE
THE
PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?"

At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the
only
thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face
crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at
me
with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are
you
kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in
my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I
could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one
little problem. I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag, "he
responded.

I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and
knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I
was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was
perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things
well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair
mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa
in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands,
remembering to take my time not to pull.

A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's
hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive
for
those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I
brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so
strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my
entire life. I believe with all my hea rt, I - for that few minutes -
felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart
for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at
home
for a short while.

The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be
God's.
His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.

I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face
him.
I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees and said, "Sir,
do
you know my Jesus?"

He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures, I thought.

He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't
marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said, "You see, the
problem
is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and
she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to
myself,
what a mess I must be for my bride."

Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when
we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand,
was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in
details
only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget
it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply
ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have
accompanied him on that aircraft.

I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the
airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her
cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why
did
you do that? What made you do that?"

I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!"

And we got to share.

I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted,
you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move
on
but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or
feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of
temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees
you
as an individual. Tell Him your need!

I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many
opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way. .. .. all
because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me
to that old man. He sent that old man to me.

John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We
Have
seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father,
full of grace and truth."

Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather, to skid in
broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly shouting,
"Wow! What a ride! Thank You, Lord!"





Don't tell God how big your troubles are - tell your troubles HOW BIG
your GOD is!

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

YOSEMITE GETAWAY!!!

On Friday, Dave & I flew from Dallas to Sacramento. Sadly, upon arrival at Sacramento, Dave discovered that his work Laptop had been stolen from its case! He had checked it rather than carrying it on because he has so much camera equipment. Granted, it's work's computer but it still is the principle of the thing as well as having a lot of work related information on it! He has filed a report with DFW since we're 99.9% certain that that is where the crime was committed. For the weekend at least, he was able to set that aside and enjoy the time we were spending together. This was the first time I have ever been to the Sacramento and Stockton area and I have to say I liked it SO much more than Los Angeles and even San Fransisco! It was cleaner and seemed less crowded! We enjoyed the scenic drive up to Yosemite passing orange groves and rural countryside along the way. We entered late afternoon and drove around the Park a bit, had dinner in the valley where we saw this cool soda machine. We have seen similiar soda machines displaying pictures like this in the different National Parks. (Click on pictures to enlarge)













We then made our way over to the southside where our hotel reservations at the Wawona Hotel were. A beautiful sunset enjoyed by the both of us!




The next morning, Dave relaxes in the lobby at the Wawonna Hotel next to the fireplace before breakfast.




We had a great breakfast, which is included, before starting a day of hiking and photography!



Dave next to the Merced River with El Capitan behind him.





There was still some snow down in the valley so we had a little fun!




Upper Yosemite Falls and the Merced River.



On the hike to Vernal Falls, Dave takes a photograph. This is where we always stop along the way for a nice break and a snack. It's "our spot".











The next morning, we went up to Badger Pass where there is a ski resort inside the Park. It's closed for the season but there is a LOT of snow still. We literally had the place to ourselves, we were the only ones there!




Dave is heading up the slope to take some pictures from the top.







We took the short trail that gets you really close to the Lower Falls. Here is a photo of both the Upper & Lower Yosemite Falls.











An old tree long since fallen, along the trail on the way to Mirror Lake.




















Dave photographs Mirror Lake.




















Juat a few highlights from our trip. I had such a wonderful time sharing the weekend, just the 2 of us. Having a mutual love of the outdoors and enjoying hiking has really been beneficial to our relationship. I flew back to Dallas yesterday and now I am back to my usual routine. Dave is still out there, doing work (without a computer!) and will be home this Sunday.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

SHOW & TELL FRIDAY!!!

It's Friday so that must mean that we are having Show & Tell over at Kelli's place. Come on in and set a spell!

Show and Tell

I am posting my S&T before heading away for a weekend getaway with my Hubby. We are flying out to Sacramento and then driving up to Yosemite for the weekend. I'll come back to Dallas on Monday while he stays out there for business the rest of the week. I will try and visit your entries when I get back!














My S&T this week is my husband's photographs of our family's favorite place on Earth, The Old Faithful Inn in Yellowstone National Park! This is a view of the lobby, taken from the second floor. You can see the massive 4-sided fireplace and the clock on the chimney wall. This first photo he had mounted on canvas and had a standard black frame put on it.(Click to enlarge photos)













The truly amazing thing in this photo, besides my Hubby's obvious eye for photography is the frame! This was made from the origninal 1904 flooring inside the Inn! This photo done in Sepia was taken in the Upper Geyser Basin area of the Beehive Geyser cone with the Old Faithful Inn in the background!


In 2004, the Inn celebrated its 100 year Anniversary and then began its 4 year renovation process. A friend of ours, Rich Holstein, an accomplished Artist/Framer received permission to use the flooring into his exquisite frames! The placque explains where the wood came from!











We had him make us a mirror as well as several other sized frames. This will hang in our cabin when we retire. It hasn't found a permanent home as of yet. It's too wide for the fireplace mantle ledge and we can't bear to part with our Terry Redlin print that hangs on the fireplace wall! The funny thing about this picture, is that all of our hiking gear and suitcases are visible in the mirror's reflection! Tee-Hee!





This is a photo that Dave took on one of his numerous backcountry hikes in Yellowstone. This is IRIS FALLS, one of my favorites! For Christmas 2007, I had his original photo mounted on canvas and the had brush strokes added. I love the way he photographs his waterfalls with a slower shutter speed! It gives the water that "milky" look!


Here's an article on our friend Rich as he helps the Governor of Wyoming build a frame.



Dave took this picture of Rich in front of one of his many wonderful mirrors that he has gifted back to The Old Faithful Inn!