Wednesday, October 22

South Dakota

We left my little home town early-thirty Monday morning.
Drove to Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
On the way, we stopped at *The Kitchen*.
It was a very good choice.
Sometimes stopping at a strange place is a failure.
Sometimes stopping at a familiar CHAIN is a failure.
The place was clean, the service was good, and the food
was edible.  On the way out, I talked to the guy?
that owned the place.  He was glad to tell me how things were going.....
how he changed the name of the place after he bought it.....
how business was off of the busy highway.
It was all fun and games....until I handed him
a tract from our church, and inviting him to come
see US if he were ever in our area.
He didn't want to take it,
and he was solid done talking.
This was in the parking lot.....
This truck almost looked like the truck we own.
Except this one was almost rusted in two.

I loved seeing the different states and their crops and scenery.
Somebody asked what our area looked like.
I couldn't explain it.
There are some cotton fields....but mostly chemical plants.
Nice clouds....and the ocean.
When my dad refers to whether or not somebody has lots of land,
he says: *Room For A Pony*
This fenced in area.....would surely afford,
*Room For A Pony*
We've only been to Sioux Falls twice, so I didn't remember this from
last time, these brick designs on the bridge.
I'll know next year to look for them.
The weather was beautiful, just like the year before.
Barely chilly, breezy, sunny.
Just NICE.

My Colorado friend.
I guess we think the same.....

Last year, we went to Starbuck's.
Wish we would have known they had Caribou....
I prefer Caribou.
They have a coffee called Campfire, or something like that.
It's my favorite.
On a big wall in the back towards the bathrooms,
there was a chalkboard.
And chalk.
Write a note, they said.
So I did.
~~~~~~~Come to Texas where it's nice in the winter~~~~~~~

This is what the sky looked like the morning we left.
Kind of creepy.
We were in Sioux Falls for he
31st Annual Preaching Conference
Empire Baptist Temple
I took notes.
Two kinds.
One kind helps keep me alert, so I just write.
The other kind, are things I want to remember.
you can always point out somebody WORSE than you
nobody compares themselves with those
that consistently walk in the Spirit....

Saturday, October 18

To Kansas

On our way to South Dakota, we stopped to see my parents.
It's a long drive.......we don't mind it though.
I love the red Mountain tastes good and helps keep me awake.
Actually, it keeps me awake all night.
Even when it's OK to sleep.
So this is what I looked at.
The bottom of the top bunk.
I don't like bunk beds.
Just sayin.
When we're in Seward,
we stay in a *Hunting Lodge*.....
it's really just a house that a hunter bought....
and if it's not duck or pheasant season, we can stay there.
That's about the extent of my care for hunting seasons.....


I still find it kind of funny to see *towers* in the middle
of fields.  They seem to be as necessary as wheat.

This was about the extent of Autumn in Central Kansas.

This house is behind my mom and dad's house.
Loretta, an old lady that used to run the liquor store, used to live here.
Then my friend, Robert B.
Then my Aunt G. and Uncle B.
Now the house is empty.
The sun was shining on it so pretty the Sunday morning
we were there.

This broken glass was in sandy/grass drive way
where my mom and dad live..
Can't think why there would be so much broken glass here.
Doesn't make sense.

I hung out some stuff on the line for my mom.
There is a world of difference from my line and hers.
Mine is in a still, humid, damp, shady back yard.
Her line gets the full sun and a Kansas breeze.

Here are the beautiful Cottonwood trees in the little town
where I grew up.
I love these trees.  You can smell them after it rains,
you can see the leaves move in the wind....
kind of sparkly like.
You can also hear them when it's breezy......
which was most of the time in Kansas~
The leaves are heavy and waxy.
Cottonwood trees played a big part of my childhood.
They put off cotton and I gathered it like snow.
I played with the beads full of cotton.
Somebody bigger than I, would hang swings from high branches.
I would swing on them, and one snapped....
and I about bit my lip in two.
Three or four got cut down one year, and were left in the lot
next to our house.....we played all summer on them.
The day the city burned them was very sad.
We lost a litter of kittens in the fire.

My mom makes Jello.
She puts weird things in Jello.
I think the worse thing is grated carrots and raisins.
Or red hot candies.
I have started making Jello.
But I won't put weird things in it.
Just Cool-Whip on top.
Everybody is safe.

A storm blew in late Sunday afternoon.
It was fun to watch.
If you've ever lived far away places from where you were raised,
or  another state in general....
you realize storms are different,
clouds are different,
weather is just different.
This one knocked out the electricity.
That would be the kind of storms I don't like.

I never tire of looking at the things my dad has collected over the years.
Did you, as a child, ever call a store and ask if they had....
Prince Albert in a can?
If the store owner said yes....
then YOU said....

This is inside the *Gazebo*.
It's not a normal gazebo like you see in a park.
Or probably anywhere.
It's just what it's always been called.
The black and white picture is my dad walking up steps to the
maintenance department at the hospital where he worked for many years.
My dad could build anything,
and fix anything.
He has this sign under the picture....
I don't know if he wasted time or not....
I just know that he was always making something,
fixing something....or planning something.
I loved being around my dad.

The little town has changed lots since I lived there.
OF COURSE things are going to change....
it would just be fun to go back to a bike ride on the broken
sidewalk on our block,
a bottle of pop for a quarter?
a snowball fight with the friends outside of town,
a walk to the end of the *mile* to the highway,
lilac bushes and mulberry trees,
getting mail on Summer  mornings,
listening to Woodward work on tractors next door,
hearing the honk of a Plymouth Roadrunner going down the street,
and walking down the street we all called ~~~Heaven~~~
.....and even being scared of monsters in the basement......

There was a big rain one Summer,
so big that underground rivers were woke up,
which meant water came up in basements.
That meant we needed to make a change.
Two bedrooms were built off of the front room,
two steps down.....two steps our kids loved to play on.
Every house ought to have two steps down for kids to play on.
With Carpet.
Somebody, wall-papered the little area where the stairs are.
They also wall-papered the light switch plate.

It's harder, each time I say bye to my parents.
I talk to mom on the phone all the time.
I still call her when I'm not feeling good.
I called her after I got my wisdom tooth pulled,
cause I knew she was thinking about it.
And I've never known what it feels like to
not have a dad.
There was never a dull moment.

Wednesday, October 15

Music Is Big

tapes, cd's, radio in car and house, TV music channel, music in restaurants and stores, BOOM BOOM BOOM in parking lots, church, Girl Scout camp, I (heart) Radio, Pandora, Playlist, You Tube, Commercials, Movies, TV Shows, ballgames to carnivals, I-pods, weddings to parades, phones, ZEDGE, prom to lullaby, records
music is everywhere 
Could we ever count the songs that have been written or sung?
Cowboy to Jazz
Opera to Bluegrass
Christmas to Rock
On and On and On it could go.
And it does.
Songs mark the times of our lives, they do cause floods of memories.
Jesus Thou Joy Of Loving Hearts makes me think of Kimberly, at the piano
Circle of Two.....listened to this tape the night Daniel was born
If I'd Known You Was Coming, I'd Have Baked a Cake.....Aunt Nancy
Carry Me Back To Old Virginia......trip with the girls
It's Such A Pretty World, Today!  Isabel, Kansas
The Last Word In Lonesome Is Me.....a song my dad used to sing
Music Box Dancer makes me think of working in the cafeteria at the Fuller Brush Factory in Great Bend, Kansas....and of a piano recital
Pirate Songs....makes me want to clean the house with Lydia
Don't Step On Mother's Roses, good old Johnny Cash....can't hear this song without my skin crawling.
You Are My only sunshine.....I don't care where I'm at or who I'm with,
this song makes me cry.  No matter what.
Train They Call the City Of New Orleans.....Lydia
Teddy Bear Parade.....days of Big Jon and Sparkie on the radio
Grandfather's Clock makes me think of my sister
Always has.
Trusting Jesus....Always Have, Always Will........makes me think of my girls
Swans on the Lake....girls/me/piano
Kelly Man Jelly, or is it Jelly Man Kelly?......the kids
Seasons In the Sun makes me think of Toni, my school friend
Soar!  The Kelly family and Colorado
Living By Faith ~~~~ Mission Boulevard Baptist Church
Country Bumpkin, this song was popular when my best friend's mom died.
Do you are what you eat?
If so, you should believe you ARE what you listen to.
If you listen to a song long enough, it becomes a part of you.
You listen to a certain kind of music long enough, and you become a person
you probably shouldn't be,
or better for it.
Test yourself.....after listening to a certain kind of music,
check your mood.
If music can make you sad.....make you want to dance.....make you want to praise the Lord....make you cry.....make you want to clean the house.....make you want to *jam*?.....
then it can make a rebel out of you.....
or soften your heart to the things of the Lord.
I'm highly affected by music.
I'm highly affected by weather.
I'm highly affected by smells.
I can control one of them, most of the time.
Most of the time, the music I listen to, is my choice.
Sometimes I'm in a restaurant and can't help it.
Would the Lord choose my music?
The Lord * hears * all of my music.
I got saved when I was 19.
I stopped listening to most of what I was familiar with.
But it's still in the back of my mind and heart somewhere.
Not all of it was bad.
Not all music is bad.
But some is.
Figure it out.
There are a kabillion songs out there.
Enjoy the good ones.
Psalm 40:3
And he hath put a new song in my mouth,
 even praise unto our God: many shall see it,
 and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.

Tuesday, October 14

Sailing Alone? You don't have to......

~~~~~~~~~~`I'll Never Sail Alone~~~~~~~~~~~
I love this song.
The Inspiration's sing it.
I sing it in my head lots.
Because I need to remember it, lots.
Psalm 118:8
It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.

Saturday, October 11

Two Days

We sing a song in my girl Sunday School class,
that goes like this.....
Happy birthday to you,
everybody needs two.
How many have you?
Happy birthday to you.
In other words,
if you've had the physical birth,
you then need the spiritual.
Before you are saved,
you only HAVE the physical birthday.
The one your body enjoys.
The part of us that opens
presents and eats cake.
But we're more than just flesh.

John 3
 There was a man of the Pharisees,
 named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews:
The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him,
 Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God:
 for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.
Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
Nicodemus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old?
 can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born?
Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit,
 he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh;
 and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
Marvel not that I said unto thee,
 Ye must be born again.
After you ARE born again,
you then begin to enjoy two birthdays.
The physical, and the spiritual. 
The physical birth is kept track of....
so is the spiritual.
Revelation 21:27
And there shall in no wise enter into it
 any thing that defileth,
 neither whatsoever worketh abomination,
 or maketh a lie:
but they which are written in the
 Lamb's book of life.
Most of us have a birth certificate.
We'd also better have our name in the
Lamb's Book of Life.
I was once a sinner, but I came
Pardon to receive from my Lord
This was freely given and I found
That He always kept His word.

There's a new name written down in glory
And it's mine, oh yes, it's mine
And the white-robed angels sing the story
"A sinner has come home!"
There's a new name written down in glory
And it's mine, oh yes, it's mine
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven
Never more to roam

I was humbly kneeling at the cross
Fearing not but God's angry frown
When the heavens opened and I saw
That my name was written down!


In the Book 'tis written, "Saved by Grace,"
O the joy that came to my soul!
Now I am forgiven, and I know
By the blood I am made whole!

Mark 8:36
For what shall it profit a man,
 if he shall gain the whole world,
 and lose his own soul?

There is nothing more important.
Nothing more important in the whole wide world,
than being born again.
Eternity is a long, long, time....
Life on this earth is NOT long.
time without an end
 a state that comes after death and never ends
In this life on earth,
we deal with numbers.
The national debt.
Our checking account.
How many miles our car has.
How far it is from point A to point B.
How much we weigh.
What year we were born.
Gas prices.
Math class.
But can we ever fathom eternity?
Because with something without end,
it means that after we've multiplied the national
debt a thousand times, you can do it a thousand
times more, then again.
Count the grains of sand on the beaches
of the oceans.....and the stars in the sky......
then do it a billion times more.
That's why the spiritual birth,
is so important.
Revelation 20:15
 And whosoever was not found written
 in the book of life
was cast into the lake of fire.
for eternity; for always; endlessly;
 at all times; always ·
 Informal a period of time
 that seems to have no end


Thursday, October 2

Titanic Station

Daniel did this blog while he was still in school.
The year was (correction) 2,008.....
I always tried to use things
the kids were already interested in to
help them learn other things.
He loved the read about the Titanic....
I had him do this for English.
My way of home-schooling may have
had  a slap-happy look to it,
but there was a reason for everything I did.
That is, after I learned that
*busy* work is useless.
If your kid knows how to print all the letters and
numbers, why have them keep doing it over
and over and over?
Busy work is for a class full of kids
that the teacher can't pay attention to.....
so she has ALL 47 of the kids
do repetitious things.
Not needed at home.
Do this.
OK, you got it.
Move on to something else.
I wanted my kids to be able to communicate on paper,
and in person.
That was my goal.
Write a letter, a poem, a song, a thought,
 a message.
This meant they needed to be able to read well,
understand English/Grammar,
have a decent handwriting,
(ok, some failure here)
and be able to put their thoughts
down in some sort of interesting way.
(Who doesn't like to get a letter?
A REAL letter? My mom, even in bad
health, still writes and sends me cards.
Just sayin......)
I also wanted them to be able to communicate
their thoughts and what they
learned, IN person.
That's why I taught them Bible.
And history.....and to read in general.
I wanted my kids to be able to have a conversation
with somebody ...... and that somebody
not walk off shaking their head
smirking about how silly it is
to home-school.
I also wanted my kids to be able to
have fun answering questions
when we watched
Most important,
I wanted them to be able to share the gospel
with those they came in contact with. 
The more comfortable you are with a subject,
the more likely you are to feel
comfortable sharing it with somebody else.
And it IS the most important thing in the world.
Acts 1:8 - But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

Romans 1:16 - For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.

Tuesday, September 30

Another Day In the Garden

I spent another day in my gardens.
A nice pretty cool front blowing in
on this September day,
did NOT happen,
but I went out anyway.
It was only 98% humid.
Could have been worse, right?

It was warm, not hot, but warm.

I've heard some people say they don't care
about flowers.  Or flower gardens.
Or anything like it.

 I get bit by red ants.
Sometimes when I pull a weed,
the dirt and sand will fly right into my eyes.
I sprayed myself with OFF, which is
something I hate, but the mosquitoes are horrible right now.
I get dirt under my fingernails,
I break my fingernails and I get rocks in my shoes.
I pinch my fingers and get poked
with rose-bush thorns.
I get sunburnt and thirsty.
Everything is heavier than it used to be......

My hair gets in my eyes,
I think about other things I could
be doing, opposed to wearing leather gloves
with holes in them.....
pulling,pulling,pulling, weeds.....
dropping rocks on my toes and
dragging scratchy things to the 
sidewalk trash pile that make me itch.......
Lemon slushes, Pinterest,
Hobby Lobby, Carino's....
DONUTS.....a cup of coffee and the weather station......

But you know what?
It's worth it.
Because I have flowers.


Monday, September 29

Four Days

My husband left for four days to preach a revival
in Humble, Texas,
for Brother Reynolds.
He left Sunday morning and got home
Wednesday night, late.
I sewed an apron......
and a shoe bag for Kimberly.
I left the box of biscotti ON the cabinet,
no worries about anybunny taking one.

Monday morning EARLY,
Klarisa and I drove to San Marcos.
Yes, I drove.
Yes, we made it.
No, nothing weird happened.
We were looking for a wedding dress.
We found one.
All day long was fun
except for about 10 minutes.
Ate lunch with David San Marcos,
went to the gazebo where they will be wed,
then went off shopping.
Gave up on San Marcos,
so we drove to Austin. 
I also found out that
Burlington Coat Factory
doesn't just sell coats.
Sounds like a coat store to me....
but what do I know?

We all said YES to the same dress.
Actually, the store that we bought the dress,
doesn't do the YES stuff.....
so Kimberly just rang their *make a wish bell.*
I hope her wish included me.
I bet it didn't.

After we ate at Carl's Jr.'s? for supper,
we thought we'd better head home, since it was
eight and I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.
While we were getting gas,
there were thousands of birds all squawking
around us on the wires.
The only other time I see this is when we are
Christmas shopping around Baybrook Mall.
So, I don't see it very often.
Freeport may be the Bird Capitol of the U.S.,
but when the birds fly through, they're
like alone or something.
Never in a flock.
I love a good fly-over of birds.

Yes, Klarisa helped me.
She was my GPS.
We talked for four hours ON the way,
and 3 1/2 hours on the way back.
I don't know for sure why it took a shorter
time to get back,
it was dark.
Couldn't see where I was.....
I just did what I was told.

A present from David.
It's on Kimberly's piano.
Well, it's kind of her piano.
I guess it's mainly mine, now.


I always kind of wonder what I would eat if it was just
and nobunny else to be concerned about.
I guess I found out.

I cleaned my bedroom.
I thought it would be a good idea to do it
while my husband was gone.....
cause I figured if I didn't finish,
and get the stuff off of OUR bed,
that I could sleep in the
*Sleeping Room.*

I think I am going to *re-gift*
this object this year.
I'm done enjoying it.
Totally done.