Month: January 2017

Elly May

Elly May

Family has always been important to me.  I have tried to instill in my children and now my grandchildren the love and importance of staying connected with family. Growing up I was very shy.  I always felt awkward and not as pretty as my sister.  

Cream of Chicken Mushroom Soup

Cream of Chicken Mushroom Soup

Time out today from projects to do a little comfort cooking during the ice storm.  Thankfully we did not get much ice.  Looking forward to some temperatures in the 50s and 60s next week. I do love winter days with a cup of hot tea 

The Door

The Door

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Our lives are filled with new doors opening.  Sometimes we walk through.  Other times we pass by on the other side.  As you get older you can look back and wonder if there were some doors you should have entered.  My mother often said, “You can go farther and do worse.”  Or, my father might say, “There is no better time than the present.”  Some doors we walk through and looking back wonder what would life have been like if we hadn’t taken that door or had taken another.  We can’t know fully what lies on either side of the door.

I remember one summer night I had been babysitting for a family.  They brought me home.  Usually my family was home when I got there, but tonight the house was empty.  As I entered the door and flipped on the light I called out to see if anyone was home.  No answer came so I put up my things pondering where they could be.  I was glad to be safe inside the house.   I headed to the kitchen to get a drink when suddenly I heard a loud squeak and then another and another.  It sounded like it came from the utility room. My first thought was the steps going to the attic.  I strained to listen.  The silence was deafening.

I had recently heard stories of people hiding in someone’s home and later attacking them.  My heart stopped.  Too afraid to go check it out I sat frozen for a few minutes.  I decided it surely must be safer for me outside.  If anyone was in the house I could hide from them outside and not be trapped in the house.  I quietly tip-toed back out the door.

We had a big pole light so hiding near the house was not an option.  As I stood there wondering which way to go the night air broke with the sound of a pack of coyotes howling.  Now reality began to set in.  It certainly didn’t seem safer out in the dark.  It was quite unlikely anyone was hiding in the house.  The lights and protection of home seemed pretty appealing.  So I walked back through the door facing my fears.  I checked everything out.  Satisfied that I was the only one home I went and fixed me a glass of iced tea.  Just as I was closing the frig the sound of our car could be heard outside.  Through the door, everyone came laughing and talking.  I never shared my fears that evening, but I learned an important lesson.  Fear can keep us from the blessings we can recieve when we walk through a door.  It was one of those little milestones in my life that made a huge difference.

God opens and closes doors for us.  When we fellowship with him he guides our path and we do not have to fear.  Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.  No man comes to the Father except through me.”  John 14:6 He is the Door.  It is already open to us.  All we have to do is enter into his rest.

The “Christ”mas Tree

The “Christ”mas Tree

I am always on a project.  My little grandaughter seems to have inherited that same quality (good or bad).  When she comes over we get out the scissors, glue, markers, paper, glitter, stickers and anything else we can find to make with. She doesn’t just 

Enter the Narrow Gate

Enter the Narrow Gate

For Christmas my husband gave me The Founder’s Bible (https://thefoundersbible.com).  I am totally enjoying reading God’s Word along with historical messages and accounts of our forefathers. For our wisest people to deny the facts and the words of these men and women who wrote them, seems 

The Wagon Ride

The Wagon Ride

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I am so blessed to get daily pictures of my grandchildren.  When this one came up I knew I had to paint it.  Love, love, love it!!!

My father has always loved wagons and buggies.  Growing up, we often got to ride on a horse drawn wagon or buggy.  It is like time stands still when you are on that old wagon listening to the clip clop of the horses feet.  A cool breeze sweeps your face and the sight of wildflowers along the roadside catch your eye. The neighbors would come out to wave as we drove by. Often we stopped and chatted about the weather, crops, family and how things were going.

During the 70s, my father with the help of Bro. Wayne Norton organized what came to be known as Frontier Sunday.  The First Baptist Church of Climax Springs, Missouri set a date for the big event.  On the set Sunday people would come from all over with their horses and wagons or buggies.  My father would head downtown with his team and wagon.  He picked up a wagon load of kids who wanted to come to church that Sunday.  It was always fun to see the smiles and big waves from the kids, as the team rounded the driveway.

Before church the riders would line up down highway 7.  It was a long parade of riders and wagons.  Occasionally some old cars and trucks showed up.   Once everyone was in the church yard, horses were tied to post or trailers and everyone headed inside for church services.  Often there was too many people so some had to sit outside.  Many people came dressed in period costumes.

After the morning church service a huge carry in dinner was served.  Most sat outside to eat their lunch.  No one seemed to be in a hurry to leave.  Some rode their horses around.  Others checked out the teams, buggies and old vehicles that had come.  It was a great time for all.  Frontier Sunday lasted for several years.  It was truly a fun day!

It’s the Little Things

It’s the Little Things

Christmas has taken on a whole new joy with the presence of all the little grandchildren.  It is always fun to see what their favorite present will be, usually the little package.  The one you would least expect.  I love to try and capture that 

Words of Thanks

Words of Thanks

I spent my entire life working with children.  Because I was one of those who began kindergarten at 4 years old, I graduated from high school at age 17 and received my Elementary/ art degree at age 21.  I wrote and directed Bible Schools, summer