The Heavens are ALWAYS Telling

We weren't in the path of "totality" and didn't travel to get there.
We DID watch in the most primitive way possible.
We also watched about a half an hour of television coverage and explanation.
This morning, Al Mohler's tweet summarized my thoughts quite well: 
Just remember -- the heavens are ALWAYS telling the glory of God. (Psalm 19:1)

A Blast from the Past

 Maumee Valley Antique Steam and Gas Association!
Our first excursion to their annual show!
Oh, my!
 This mule team transported us to the train museum on adjacent land...
 My father was particularly fascinated by the threshing demonstration.
 Seeing the whole show through his 90+ year old eyes was an absolute thrill.

 My husband just might be the best son-in-law a man could ask for.
 (I know he's the husband God had 'specially for me!)
The next two photos show Dad in his early adulthood element.
He was LIVING it all again.
All three of us were happy we'd brought our canes.
It made it easier to navigate the amazing show without worrying about tripping or stumbling.
Watching the many demonstrations and sampling a few of the food offerings
completed the day for us.
I can't figure out how we've missed this annual event!
Yes.  I was there, too!

Friends and Neighbors

Friends - like THIS one!
We spent an evening with this one and his precious wife.
Homemade ice cream (peach, strawberry or vanilla),
conversation, and music!
 Neighbors - the only explanation I have for this tomato found on our back porch
this afternoon.
In a day when people are being constantly pitted against people,
it is reassuring to find oneself surrounded by friends and neighbors.
And in the end, besides prayer,
BEING a good friend and neighbor locally
is where solutions to this insanity and/or evil will begin.

A Beauty Break

Yesterday my father and I decided to ride along with my husband
 who was making a hospital call (he is a Visitation Pastor)
 So, after the hospital we stopped at the Rose Garden,
one of Fort Wayne's beautiful city parks.
 The roses were past their prime, unfortunately,
 but many other flowers remained.
 All in all, it was a beautiful day...
 well worth taking a break in our day!

 Blue sky,
temperate weather,
health and ability to stroll and see...
 for all this beauty, I am thankful
 and more determined than ever to schedule even more "beauty breaks"
 into my life
and the lives of those I love.

I Love a Parade

Above:  A view down the street as we wait for the Harlan Day Parade
to begin.  We enjoyed watching from our very own front porch!

There was more...but you get the idea!
Harlan Days 2017

A Blessed Hope

None of us had returned to Mother's grave since her burial.
It seemed a good idea to suggest that we remember the day of her passing
by visiting the cemetery on the anniversary of her death a year ago.
He agreed.
He walked a few steps from the car and immediately dropped to his knee
(no small feat given his stiff and crippled knee).
His words, though vocal, were private.
His thoughts?  I have no idea.
All I know was that after the tears, he was SO thankful we had suggested this trip.
We finished the evening pleasantly around the table at a nearby - and familiar - restaurant.
My sister, husband and I were privileged and blessed to have shared this
unique and quiet moment.

 But we do not want you to be ignorant, brothers, about those who have died, 
so that you may not grieve like other people who have no hope.  
 For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again,
we also believe that when Jesus returns,
God will bring back with him the believers who have died.
(I Thessalonians 4:13-14)

Serenity, Indeed!

Little did I realize when I titled my last blog post "Serenity"
just how that word would be fleshed out in the following days.
I spent Thursday evening through Saturday morning
with friends at McClish Lake, where one of them owns a cottage.
 The experience has become an annual tradition
that I look forward to so much.
This year, I took with me the book I recently purchased for myself
after glancing at a library copy.
I was not disappointed with even one minute I spent reading Elisabeth Leseur's journal.
"Serenity" kept appearing on the pages in various forms.
I could not escape it!
In one section, she outlined her practice of daily meditation,
a monthly day of reflection and prayer,
and an annual week-long retreat.
I realized this has become my practice apart from specific intention.
How thankful I am
for THIS particular monthly day spent in reflection and prayer
in the encouraging company of true friends.
Serenity, indeed!
I strongly recommend the book.
I celebrate the aforementioned practice.
I enjoy these special friendships...


 It had been a full day.
Good, but full.
Church and Sunday school followed by a crock pot dinner
while the men of the house watched the British Open come to a fine ending.
Then, a surprise Open House for a friend's 80th birthday.
While we were out, we decided to attend a 4:00 concert 
of one of our favorite groups, the Senior Saints.
We drove home in a rainstorm with full and happy hearts.
After a light supper, we played some table games with my father.
Just as we were about to put our feet up,
we received a call that a friend had fallen and was taken to the Emergency Room,
so we returned to our car and headed up the busy interstate.
 All the way, we drove into this beautiful sunset.
In spite of traffic going 75-80 MPH around us
and our concern over our friend,
the overpowering beauty of the sky was a reminder 
that ultimately our Creator God who has revealed Himself in Jesus Christ 
remains our Source of serenity and peace in the middle of 
surprise, commotion, hurry and the unknown.

Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)