"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Friday, November 15, 2013

Finding our Roots

 
 
I'm not a candy lover but, as I was packaging up some little treats for the grands recently, I surprised myself when I popped one of these little jelly candy into my mouth. There was something about them . . . my taste buds, infused with sugared orange juices, connected to a childhood memory of my grandma (Omi) handing out her favorite jelly candies, shaped like orange segments. Do they still make those? These little pumpkins tasted just like them and I loved them for the memory.
When our kids were young, we took them on a trip to visit our childhood homes. It was a unique opportunity given to us through a business promotion to visit a big city in Brazil, and we asked if we could make our own arrangements. Instead of spending money on hotels and tours, we were able to go as a family and stay in the homes of our relatives. This gave us the opportunity to visit my home in Brazil as well as my H's hometown in Chaco, Paraguay. As we walked into the door of his cousin's home, a flood of unexpected emotions came over him. The scent in the home and the pattern of the floor tiles brought about memories he had long tucked away and forgotten about, bringing tears to his eyes.

What is it about taste, scent and visual designs that can evoke such long lost memories? Stories that beg to be told because they are part of the pattern of who we are as individuals, extending into who we are as a family. Whatever the story, be it funny, sad, a lesson in dealing with hard times or even learning about good coming out of bad - are stories that build  into the foundation of how our children will deal with experiences today.  I think of Joseph in the Bible, meeting up with his brothers and - continuing the story of what happened to him after they sold him into slavery - he goes on to tell them, "What you meant for evil, God meant for good."

Parents who create opportunities for such a time around a dinner table, while driving in the car or waiting at the dentist's office, have the opportunity to let their kids know they are not alone in learning to deal with life's ups and downs. Our views in retrospect can help them learn that things are not always as they seem and give them hope.

When we get together with extended family for our celebrations, we give our children a sense of belonging and shared identity. Sometimes there is a merging of cultures and that, in itself, can be a good learning time about who we are. With changing times, it may be that story telling has faded into the background, but I'd like to hope for more opportunities to let shared memories bring laughter, help heal misunderstandings and bring about a sense of being a part of a family that is special in its own way. Look about for things that make it so . . . grandparents with their broken English, the baby blanket passed down to the third generation, the recent wedding photos of a cousin wearing her mom's dress, the new baby named after great-grandma, the step-cousin who is ever so quiet, German carols, the stuffing that can't change, peppermint cookies . . . it may just be any one of these that will one day trigger an emotion - a little tear - taking you back and filling you with thankfulness.

Thoughts on the benefits of story telling were inspired by a wonderful article by Frances Lefkowitz in the December issue of Good Housekeeping.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Fall Finale



While most trees are bare by now, our glowing Queen Elizabeth maple held off,
it's bottom branches flickering in the sun and welcoming us home
with one final glimpse of fall's fading glory.
My H got busy cutting back ferns and other perennials
filling the beds and underbrush under fallen leaves.
 I joined him for a bit to hold bags and took in some clippings to enjoy inside.


After getting groceries, doing laundry and baking (just because I could hardly wait)
 I enjoyed the glow of candle light
while looking through a magazine, introducing the next season.


Grandkids dropping by with hugs,
 jars of soup left in the fridge by a mom who still "waits up" for us,
yellow leaves, candles and cinnamon buns . . .
how could I have been sad to have our vacation come to an end?
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Monday, November 11, 2013

One Light Still Shines




Thoughts about building my house on a rock resurfaced while I read the story of the Amish school house shooting from Charlie Robert's widow's perspective in the novel, One Light Still Shines.

Years now after the shooting, Marie Roberts Monville writes about her experience, beginning with her husband's suicidal call that shattered her beloved community and her life. Never having heard or even thought much about her part of the story, my heart has been greatly touched too see how God's love pierced the darkness in the midst of such evil. Mother of three young children, she writes, "At that moment everything I knew about my life changed . . . and I was faced with a choice - a crisis of belief." For Marie this crucial moment defined whether she would trust what she had always believed in to be true or succumb to the disaster threatening her own will to live.

It was in her decision to take her most terrible moment to "walk on water," trusting that God would meet her in the midst of this storm, that my eyes beheld the kind of foundation her house was built on. In this pivotal moment, even before knowing all of the details, Marie called out to God in the way she always had before, and she received a supernatural boldness she had never known. I cannot imagine the result of her life, had her relationship with God not been one in which He was the first One on the scene in any situation.

She writes, "I had no idea what was unfolding with Charlie, but in a moment of sacred stillness as the world raged around me, I vowed this would not be the day that my children looked back on in the belief that it had destroyed their lives . . . God filled me with an absolute assurance that we were going to be victorious."

The story of Marie Roberts Monville is one that does not take away the darkness of evil but one in which God shines a beacon of light into the darkness, giving hope and a future for any situation. God's whispers of His presence challenge us to look for what He will do. They are whispers I do not want to tune out as I come to grips with the fact that expectancy is a sign of faith, one that pleases our heavenly Father who loves to give good gifts.

The gifts of grace and forgiveness that this story encompass are far beyond what most of us could ever imagine. A true testimony of God's redemptive work in our sin-stained world and one of the best love stories I have read. Read it with a box of tissues beside you.
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Friday, November 8, 2013

The Wise Man

 
Driving past this house last week, I was reminded of a song that we learned in Sunday School as children. Simple words about a wise man and a foolish man. Did we realize the lesson in those words?
As I'm reading my way through a little devotional, Jesus Calling, I was struck with a sentence proclaiming the same truth in another way, "Many people are so preoccupied with future plans . . . that they fail to see the choices they need to make today."
The correlation between Sarah Young's words and the song I was singing reminded me that the choices I make today are forming the foundation for how my house will stand or fall when the storms come. A sobering truth.
For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle and set me high upon a rock." Psalm 27:5

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

On the Lykken Trail




 
 
 
 
The climb was a bit steep for our prairie company but, in the end, so worth it!
Another memory stored up for us all.
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Monday, November 4, 2013

In the Desert

Following several phone calls and/or emails with our Manitoba cousins, trying to find a suitable week for them to come for a visit, it finally came out that they would like to meet up on a vacation somewhere.

  

 So it was decided that we would introduce them to our favorite get-a-way place in California.

Packing up and going away for a bit has been a good thing.  
Alvina is more than a cousin-in-law to me.
 She is endearing, fun loving and one from whom I can learn a lot!


I have observed how she has chosen joy in spite of numerous hardships
 she has experienced in her life -


 a friend who finds ways to encourage 
and lives like a day without laughter is a waste.

 

We've had fun showing them around.


One day we drove out to Joshua Tree Park,

 
a perfect setting for a picnic


and an awe inspiring place.


At times the pathway led us through dusty, sandy areas and
 other times through sacred looking rock formations



always ready to show forth the beauty of life


even in a desolate looking spot.


We wanted to show them around and in so doing
 I ended up looking and finding beauty in the desert.

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