Today we celebrated a special birthday. My granddaughter and her friends all dressed up as princesses, laughed and played the afternoon away. They pushed their dolls in the baby carriage and played games. By the end of the day they were adorned with crowns, …
Month: June 2015
The years seem to flee so quickly. It seems like only yesterday we would go by and pick up this beautiful couple to take them to church. They were such a faithful and loving couple. I found their picture when I was helping prepare the activities and history of my childhood church for their 150 year celebration. Sometimes we think of blessings as those good things that happen to us. As I researched and remembered it was quite obvious that people were what made the event a blessing. I so wanted to reach out to each one who had been a part of those blessed years.
Daddy always made sure if anyone needed a ride to church he would pick them up. There was already 6 of us, so the car got pretty crowded sometimes. After getting to church, daddy would run a second route downtown. There was several, young and old people who needed a ride. He continued to do this throughout his life.
In the 60s daddy got a new truck. When Vacation Bible School came around mother would drive the truck. There were several kids that lived on our gravel road. Some would be dropped off at our house. Mother would stop at houses along the way and the kids would crawl in the back of the truck with us. It was always so refreshing to ride in the back. Mother didn’t drive too fast. The wind blew across your face and through your hair. Back then I wasn’t too worried about how my hair looked. I know that for many, mother and daddy’s willingness to stop and pick them up, was the thing that allowed them to be blessed by being able to attend church. So often I feel like I have missed opportunities to bless others.
We are most richly blessed by ” . . .the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.”
I ran across this old photo and had to make it into a painting. It is a picture of my father’s uncle and aunt with their new Whippet. They bought the car new. I can imagine it was an exciting time for the family. I think it was the first car in the family. There were some other pictures of them crossing the swinging bridge at Warsaw driving their new whippet. So fun that they were both in the picture.
Aunt Daisy was a special aunt. Daddy and his sister and brothers didn’t have many toys. I don’t think his aunt and uncle had any children of their own. She brought them some of the only toys they ever got. Daddy had a black iron horse about 8 inches tall. It was really heavy and would not have been considered a safe toy today. He also had a large glass marble. It is chipped and well played with. There were a few other toys but those are the only two that survived the years.
Most of their toys were homemade games. Over the years he has shown us how to make tractors with a spool, piece of soap, a rubberband, and a stick. One of my favorite games they played was to have a bunch of kids, usually the cousins, climb out on the same limb of a young tree. Everyone would drop except one person. That person would hang on and get the ride of his/her life as the limb flew through the air.
There are so many wonderful stories to record and memories to capture. Feeling thankful for the opportunity to create stories and memories through paintings and books. Praying God’s favor, that the work of my hands may reveal His glory and bless others.
I love living on a farm. Our farm has a beautiful hayfield, some wooded areas, ponds, a large garden area and a huge yard. Growing in the wooded areas are patches of gooseberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Usually more than I can pick. It feels like the land flowing with milk and honey. Through the late spring, summer, and early fall the garden produces a bounty of food. We usually have to share with our neighbors.
There are many plants growing wild that have great health benefits. I do not know all of them. My mother would have. She used to tell of picking poke, dock, shawnie, dandelion, lamb’s quarter, smooth thistle and other wild greens with her mother. If they had a good garden year they would add spinach to their mixed greens. I’m thinking it would be good to learn all about the plants growing on our farm. It might come in handy someday to know what is safe and healthy to eat and what is not.
God has so richly blessed us with a bounty of wonderful provisions. He ask that we bear good fruit as well. Today is a perfect day to bear good fruit. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfullness, gentleness, and self control. Fill your basket with these wonderful fruits and share the bounty with friends, neighbors, coworkers, and anyone you meet today.
Children are a gift from God. My mother always said the most wonderful years were those when her family was all together. I too cherish those years. Such precious time. And then along comes grandbabies. Feelings I thought would never happen again flooded me. I …
One of my favorite summer places is the streams and creeks. Many of the ones near here have a gravel bed. This makes the water so clear and the stream look so clean. Growing up we lived near Deer Creek. Daddy would drive us down in Old Sam. We would all pile in the back of the truck. Sam was the farm truck. It was a 1948 Ford. He got it from a man named Sam, so the name. Daddy had painted it gray with a little red trim. It was a sharp looking little truck. He would throw in some buckets and rags, so we could wash it. He would park it in the middle of the road on the low water bridge. Usually no one came by but if they did, they might stop and join us or wait for daddy to pull out of the way. I wonder what happened to those days.
On a hot day the creek water was so cool and refreshing. Daddy usually blew up an innertube for us to float on. Mother would sit on the creek bank and watch us swim. A few feet down stream the cows had found their way out to the middle of the creek. They didn’t seem to be bothered by us and we certainly were not bothered by them. What would the environmentalist say about that today.
We had an amazing group of kids from our church. Occasionally the parents would take us to the creek for a swim party. No chlorine, no fees to get in, no concrete pool, just a creek full of water, some great limbs to swing off of and a bunch of kids having a great time. We did have so much fun!!
Today was the final day of VBS. After a study of Queen Esther we ended the week with a celebration. The students learned about the Jewish holiday of Purim. The celebration was established to mark Queen Esther helping save the Jewish people.
We dressed in costumes, served hamantaschen pastries, read the story of Esther with sound effects and noise makers, sang songs and had a parade.
The costumes were the characters in the story. The Queen Esther’s wore a crown made from construction paper, beads and a colorful wrap made from a triangular piece of bright fabric.
King Xerxes wore a shiny robe, crown and a mask. I folded a piece of fabric, cut it in a T shape with the top of the T being the fold. I stitched up both sides of the T. (Leave enough width on the top of the T for their arms.) Then I cut a hole for their head on the center of the fold. The crowns are made cutting a long sheet of construction paper. I pleated the piece and then glued it to a thin strip long enough to go around the head. Finally I added some embellishments using other colors of construction paper.
Mordecai’s turban were made using one fold of crepe paper rolled to make a long rope. I made a wide band from white paper to fit the head. Using double sticky tape I wrapped the crepe paper rope around the white band. Once it was covered I stapled the rest of the rope to form the top of the hat. The robe was made of brown fabric to represent sackcloth. I just folded over a piece of fabric and cut a neck hole in the center of the fold.
The Haman hat is made like an orgami boat or large paper cup. It is suppose to represent the three cornered hat Haman wore. The robe was made like the Mordecai robe except shorter like a vest and decorated a bit to represent Haman as the king’s highest official.
We served hamantaschen pastries. It was like a sugar cookie folded and filled with raspberry jam. The sides were pinched in to form a triangle to represent the three cornered hat of Haman.
Everyone enjoyed the mascarade party. And hopefully they will remember the story of Queen Esther. For sure I believe they will remember God is actively working in our lives. His divine intervention is ever happening. Once we begin to recognize it and thank God for it, we experience that peace which transcends all understanding. We can rest in God knowing He is who He says He is and He does what He says He will do.