It’s been quiet on the blog for over a month. I’m not sure why I haven’t written any posts. I could offer several insights but none of them really resonate. Suffice it to say, I took a little break, because there were no words.

Contemplation seems my path in this present season. And I’m quite glad I am able to think and ponder. At my age, the ability to reason and understand is not to be taken lightly.

In the nearly two months of blogging quietude, Sweet William and I have not sat idle. We celebrated recitals, graduations and birthdays. We traveled far and came home again. We watched the seasons change from spring to summer, counting the raindrops and measuring the height of the weeds growing in the gardens.

We had the opportunity to witness one current and one former piano students’ accomplishments, finishing high school and college. I spent many hours at the piano bench and around the table with the two of them, talking, laughing, crying, and praying. It is an extraordinary privilege to be part of their lives as they have matured into young adults.

Sweet William and I drove the many miles and long hours to celebrate our second granddaughter’s graduation. It was worth every minute of time and effort to be there as people gathered on party day. I was comforted to witness the support system of friends surrounding my family in this city, answers to prayers. And our granddaughter was glowing.

Mother’s and Father’s days came and went, and we endured. With neither chick nor child close by, nor living parents to honor, it becomes challenging to observe those days with gladness. I tend to seclude and surrender to my introversion, practicing self-care and allowing my emotions to be present instead of pretending something I don’t feel. It’s the way I cope. When the day is over, I move on, recognizing it is one day in the year, that my life is full of valued relationships, that I am loved by my family, and that life goes on.

Early this month, I sent a card to a friend whose birthday is one month before mine. It’s a reminder that the day of my birth is 30 days away. Birthdays have not been bothersome except when I turned twenty, leaving my teens behind. That was hard.

However, I am giving this birthday, my seventh decade, considerable thought, evaluating my health and my mental state, wondering about my work and the retirement years where Sweet William and I find ourselves.

Recently I pulled my 2009 journal from its upstairs shelf and read what life was like ten years ago. There were joys and sorrows mingled then as now. I understood the year as one who looks at the past. Events that occurred then had profound influence on what would come later.

The coming decade I enter presents me with quandaries that are different than ten years ago. When I entered my 60s, the aches and pains were less; my hair was darker; my figure was not as lumpy; my eyeglasses were not so strong.

Along with twenty or so piano students, I still worked part-time away from home at a job that challenged me and gave me a creative outlet. I loved the people with whom I worked.

My aunt, dad and step-mother were still living, though their growing frailty was apparent, requiring more attention and help.

My family lived next door then, and I was involved with their lives. I saw them weekly, sometimes daily, and enjoyed watching the grandchildren grow. In the old journal I wrote how I felt called to invest in those dear children, filling them with the assurance of my love, so that it would be a reservoir to draw from. I didn’t know then that in two years the family would pack up a big yellow truck and move west permanently. I hope I filled them full enough.

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An old clipping I saved starts with “Grab Your Purple Hat!” as it describes how a woman sees herself through the years. Age 70 says this: “She looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter, ability. She goes out and enjoys life.”

I believe there are still things for me to accomplished, meaningful work, projects to complete, art to create and music to play. I know there are people for me love and point to Jesus. I have questions to ask and I want to be the person who leans in and listens well.

I expect sorrows because that is the stuff of life. But I also anticipate joy, celebration and miracles.

The Bible is a familiar companion for my journey. The years of reading and study brought insight, confidence, and hope. The promises I hold close are more precious than ever.

Thankfully, life has taught me wisdom, a reward of growing older. I adapt more easily to things I might have taken too seriously years ago. I’ve learned to laugh at myself and am continually entertained.

God has been good these many years. I have no reason to doubt His faithfulness in my future. His plan is working its way in me. Sometimes it’s difficult, painful even, and goes against my grain. But I’m realizing His way is best. He knows more than I ever will. He does all things well.

The future is now. I can face it because I know the One who guided my past, who holds my present, and who will be there in the days to come.

Let’s take a trip

Day 23 of 31 Days of October – Roses Among The Thorns

One thing that helped me start blogging was reading other blogs.  So often, these writers spoke my own unspoken words, words still trying to grow in my heart.

There are so very many bloggers out there in cyperspace talking about such various subjects that I wondered why I needed to add my voice to the mix.  But then my circle of influence is different from them.  I decided to give it a whirl.

I’ve not always been consistent in my writing, and I fear sometimes my thoughts are on the shadowy side because of my life’s twisty, rocky road.  Hopefully, there is an encouraging few words at the end of the journey so we can see light.

So today I ask you to take a little trip with me to visit Holley Gerth, a blogger I admire.  Today she speaks to my woman’s heart.

 Holley Gerth with coffee for your heart.


For a list of the days of October, go here please.

Stretched to the limit?

One of my favorite blogs is written by Ann Voskamp.   Her words dig deep furrows into my heart.   They shine a light into my soul.   Letters that form into thought pictures make me consider how I am living my life.

I am feeling stretched this Christmas by my circumstances, by my “withouts”, by my not-your-normal-Christmas

And so Ann’s words touch a tender place in me.  I hope you will follow me to A Holy Experience, especially if you are feeling stretched to the limit this holy season.

Christmas Blessings to all of you, my friends.

Life gets complicated

Hello Blogging Friends,

I’ve been away for a couple of weeks.  Not away from home, just away from the blog world.  Sometimes life gets complicated and there is nothing we can do but press on in the situation in which we are placed.  That has been my life the past four weeks.

Energy is limited.   And mine has been used up every day doing what needed to be done. 

Please don’t feel bad for me.  Grace has been poured out daily, more than enough to sustain me and give me joy on the journey.  I am amazed as I count my blessings and number the many gifts God gives me moment by moment.

Life is complicated for others, too.  People I talk to and communicate with by email or Facebook convey the difficulties they endure, the hard and rocky roads they walk.  Many people on my prayer list are put there because of a desperate need:   illness or death, marital problems, children making bad choices, job loss, financial woes, and on and on.

What are we to think when life gets extremely tough and we can’t figure out what we have done to deserve this?

I’ve been pondering suffering a lot in the last few weeks.  A lot.

And I will be sharing my thoughts on it in the days ahead.  I hope you will come again and hear me out.  You may want to share your thoughts also.  I welcome them.  I am always glad to learn from a fellow traveler.

Hopefully, we will draw strength from each other.   Even more, may we find fresh manna from the God who strengthens us by His own grace.


T M I = Too Much Information.

I read an article recently in Family Circle magazine entitled “Your Brain On Tech” in which the author, Christina Tynan-Wood, makes an argument that perhaps we are too connected to all of our communication gadgets, i.e. smartphone, laptop, iPad, et al.  There is so much information available, and sometimes we think we need to know it all. 

How often have you had lunch with a friend, and while eating and conversing, you or she check the texts, phone calls, or Facebook messages coming in on a regular basis.  Or how about those who are talking with you and texting an answer to someone else at the same time.  I have to say sometimes it is as if the person in front of us in not important enough to give our full, undivided attention.   Where is our common courtesy?

Is it possible that our ever-present technology has become the newest addiction?  Do I really need to know every news update all day long?   Must I constantly be aware of who said what or who is going where or who cares who is doing what or going where?

Or I wonder if we are afraid of the silence if we turn off the computer, the TV, the radio, the CD or the MP3 player.  

Ancient Word advise me to be still . . . and know my God (Psalm 49:9).  Much of the time, it takes me being quiet to hear His still small voice. 

Another place (Isaiah 30:15) says:  For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not.

We deny ourselves something wonderful when we fill our every waking moment with information and noise.  There must be a place to draw aside, to quiet our hearts before our God, to be still and listen for His gentle whisper.

One of my favorite blog writers is Holley Gerth.  She recently wrote about taking a Sabbath from technology every week.  Her post came on the heels of my post On Saving Daylight and how I look forward to my Sabbath rest.  She makes a valid point.  I would love for you to follow me to Holley’s place and hear what she has to say.  I think it’s worth a look.

I’m a living blog!


Since starting this blog in September 2010, I often wonder who is reading it. Some people leave comments; others write to me on Facebook about a blog they have read.  Once in a while sends me a message that says, “someone has subscribed to your blog.”  It’s a nice surprise.  I may recognize the email address, but sometimes I don’t.  And again I wonder, who out there in cyberspace is reading my words?

Words. I told you a blog or two ago that I had been thinking a lot about words, the words I write and the words I say. One of my life goals is to speak words that will help others become stronger.

So it was with much interest that I read a devotion from Our Daily Bread sent by email from my sweet friend, Sharon. She usually sends a short inspirational thought each day to her email friends.  But this day she sent the full message.

The Scripture referenced in this devotional was the apostle Paul’s startling message to the Corinthian church.*  He said:

Clearly, you are a letter from Christ . . . This letter is written not with pen and ink, but with the Spirit of the living God. It is carved not on tablets of stone, but on human hearts.”  (New Living Translation)

There was also a quote by Lewis Bayly, a chaplain to King James I in England.  In his book, The Practice of Piety, he said, “one who hopes to effect any good by his writings will find that he will instruct very few . . . The most powerful means, therefore, of promoting what is good is by example . . . living excellence to those around him.”

Wow!  I had to ponder that for a moment.  Me, a letter to the world. Who is reading, and what are people reading in me? A book of fiction, a mystery, an advice column, the latest gossip news?

Now I’m beginning to realize I am a walking blog, a modern version of a letter, or as they say in King James Version, a living epistle. The words are written and read by people I see every day.

And I pray,

Dear Heavenly Father, may people see the Word that became flesh written on my heart and lived out in my life.     

* 2 Corinthians 3:3

Please leave a comment. Now you know how much I want to know you are out there.

On blogging

My Sweet William teases me and says if he had a blog, he would go see a doctor about it.

This blogging thing is challenging and fun, if nothing else.  Who would have thought people would be sharing their inner thoughts with the world wide web.  I’ve been a journal writer for a number of years.  It is often therapy for me to record events and my thoughts about them.  I’ve poured out my heart in my journals, vented my frustrations, written heartfelt prayers, and listed daily joys and blessings.

I’ve written stories about my grandchildren, my husband, my father and mother, my family and friends.  I keep thinking maybe one day I’ll have a story good enough to send to a magazine.

My blog started from a Bible study I began leading last September.  It sort of took on a life of its own when the study was over.

I really appreciate those who read the blog and then leave a comment.  It makes the whole experience worthwhile.  Without the comments I wonder if I am talking to myself, which I have been known to do on many occasions.

I’m still very new at blogging and have much to learn.

If you have an interest in starting your own blog, or taking your blog to another level, I recommend you read my cousin’s website,  Candi started blogging before I knew what blogging was.  She helped me embark on  my adventure and encourages me to keep at it.  She is currently blogging about how to blog.  I am certainly going to follow her and pick up more tips and advice.

Thinking of trying your hand, I mean your computer keypad at blogging?  Then check out Candi’s web site with me.  You’ll be in for a good read.  And together we might just learn something.