Welcome Signs

 When I hung the welcome sign on the picket fence we attached to the ugly
state-installed hand rails, this was NOT what I meant by "welcome"!
 My sister and I were "home alone" enjoying a slumber party of sorts since both 
 of our husbands were out of town.  The crash woke me up,
but I thought it was probably a semi shifting its load on the street in front of our house.
My sister, however, came rushing into my room insisting someone ran into the house!
Gone....the picket fence and welcome sign.
 After determining that no one was hurt, I was left with a certain amount
of anger that someone would drive so carelessly, and that we would
be left to deal with the damage --
and this during our vacation time (which was already riddled with
alterations due to other circumstances).
 Eventually, the car was removed.
Sleep didn't come easily, and I'm up early eager for the daylight
to get a true picture of the state of affairs.
I AM thankful the front porch was spared.  And I'm reminded, chided really, 
by Jesus' words,
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy
 and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, 
where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.
  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
Matthew 6:19-21 
I'm reminded, too, that when I pray "Thy will be done",
 it's a little like hanging out a welcome sign.  
What follows may not always be comfortable or pleasing by human standards.
It may disrupt my plans and radically rearrange my circumstances. 
Hmmmmmm.  Just another Life Lesson that I'm contemplating
and trying to learn.


  1. Oh dear!

    Glad no one was hurt!


  2. Gulp! Glad nothing else got a blow....except your welcome sign. It is ironic......

    1. Well, some major concrete blew out - the iron hand rails and picket fences we'd erected to disguise them also went. Several stepping stones were crushed, a small bottle tree, some solar lights & a few mature shrubs & hosta.... Except for that....

  3. Really happy they didn't run into your house! But gee ... Not good.

  4. And your life lesson is so good.

  5. Thank God that no one is hurt and didn't come inside your house.

    1. For that, we too are amazed and thankful!

  6. Glad you are all okay. It's always easy looking back to see that it could have been much worse, but no fun at the time, is it?

    I've just caught up on your last few postings about your mom and dad Rebecca, and I can SO well remember mine in those years, a few years back. It's hard, so hard to see them going down when all we knew growing up was how strong they were, never thought about the later years. Bless their hearts. I will be praying for them, and for you in the days ahead. Heaven gets dearer the older we get, doesn't it?

    Hugs and a big one for your mom and dad too.

    1. Thank you for your encouragement and empathy re. my parents. You've certainly expressed my feelings well - having gone through it yourself. Yes! Heaven DOES get dearer!

  7. Hi Rebecca
    I've just gone through your wonderful photo essay of your parents' stay in the facility. I was particularly touched by the photo of them meeting in the hallway as if to reacquaint themselves.

  8. Hi Rebecca,
    So thankful they didn't hit your house and that you and your sister were safe and sound, and also the person
    who did the damage. Sorry about the mess tho, know you must be overtired and the last thing you need right now, but keep laughing, think the enemy is just trying to discourage you. When our house flooded about 9 years ago, and my Mother in law was in a nursing home, we had all sorts of wierd things happen one after another to the point of being downright ridiculous, and we
    were sort of laughing about it as it really was ridiculous, and I told hubby lets just keep laughing and maybe the enemy will think these people are just too stupid to notice. lol

    Praying for you and your family during this difficult time.


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)