Tuesday, June 30, 2009

You've Got a Friend

Sunday was the 40th anniversary of my marriage, and I posted a story on my widows blog about a braclet I had made with the diamond from my wedding ring. It is a great reminder of a large volume of wonderful chapters in my life.






Another large volume deals with with a group of beautiful women I am so blessed to call my friends. This story also involves a braclet.

Last week was the annual retreat of "The Friends Club". It marked the 22nd year of the retreat but our friendships go back much further. My friend BB and I go all the way back to first grade.

There are 9 in the group, but for the last few years only 5 of us seem to be able to coordinate our finances and schedules and get together. The logistics have been too great for those out of state.

Last year JH drew up an affidavit for our friend BV to sign saying that she would not miss again except for death or other extreme circumstances. Unfortunately, a good friend of BV's died earlier this month, and she wasn't able to make the trip up again for our retreat.

She did however suggest that we let her be in charge of purchasing the item that would commemorate our 22nd anniversary.

In the past we have marked the occassion by monogramming shirts and tops, one year we bought a flip flop pendant, and last year it was a bead for our pandora bracelets.

This year BV chose a Brighton "Friends" bracelet.






I love what the bracelet symbolizes. The "friends" is supported on either side by two leather cords.


Two are better than one: they get a good wage for their labor. If the one
falls, the other will lift up his companion. Woe to the solitary man! For if he
should fall, he has no one to lift him up. Also, if two lie down together, they
will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12



This scripture speaks volumes to me in regard to this group of friends.



  • Two get a good wage for their labor. When I think about two getting a good wage for their lablor I think of working beside JH in our real estate business for almost 10 years and how the two of us often helped the other out when need be. Then I remember how JD and I worked side by side for the same attorney in Florida. This was perhaps the greatest work experience I have ever had. A true God thing.







There is nothing like the bond of friendship to get you through the highs and lows of life. Happy 22nd anniversary my forever friends!












Thursday, June 18, 2009

Oy Vey what a last few weeks this has been

Vacation Bible School has been taking up my time the last few weeks. It's over and I'm pooped. But I must say I absolutely loved being part of it.

This year, I again had the help of my trusted grandsons as we ran the "Bible Bayou" bible story station.

The first day grandson AJ was Moses and God talked to him in the burning bush.



You can't tell from the picture but the burning bush turned out to be pretty cool once I got it assembled.

Remember the patio furniture I bought. Well let me tell you -the big boxes it came in - came in very handy. I draped a brown tarp over one of the boxes and set a fan blowing upward on top. Sitting in the middle of the fan was a red flashing light like you'd see on a police car.


I stuck wooden dowels into a round stryfoam ring and stuck each leg down into the box so that the styrofoam ring was about 6 or 7 inches above the light on top of the fan. Next I taped long strips of red and yellow tissue paper to the styrofoam ring (thanks for your suggestion Wendy) then I arranged Boston ferns all around the fan to hide it and make it look like a giant bush. Behind the boston ferns was a red spot light. The fan, and both lights were plugged into an extension cord.



When I said the words:


"Moses was all alone up on the mountain ATLEAST THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT"

That was the cue for my stage hand to plug in the extension cord.


The fan blew the tissue paper streamers to look like flames coming from the bush and the two red lights gave the ferns an inner glow. When the kids finished oohing and ahhing the cd player was turned on, and a loud voice came out so it sounded like God was talking in the bush.


....Okay it didn't turn out as good as I'm making it sound. My mind percieves things that my body is not not capable of accomplishing, so in my mind this was going to be fantastic. Mediocore is a much better word for how it turned out....but hey, it was believeable enough for little kids, and they loved it so I'm happy.


Day two was the story of 9 of the 10 plagues. Duke, the oldest grandson was Pharaoh. The first plague was turning water into blood.


In the picture notice the glass of water sitting on the little table.


When the kids call out to Pharaoh "Let My People Go", Pharaoh gets up from his royal throne which is made of 2 sheets of mylar draped over our priests chair. As Pharaoh walks away and pretends to be thinking over the request to let God's people go, I pour part of a packet of strawberry koolaid into the glass to make it appear like it's turned to blood.

Zach the third grandson (the one too shy to act), was our wonderful stage hand....


On cue he took off the blue vinyl table covering made to look like a river and exposed the red vinyl underneath - so it looked like the river turned to blood.


After Pharaoh sits back down and takes a drink of his water that has turned to blood and spits it out....it was Z's job to take the glass of water away fill it up with clear water to be ready for when the second crew arrived.

Bless his heart. I hadn't given very good directions and he thought he was supposed to bring it right back out. So while Pharaoh is still complaining about the bloody water, Z crawls back on stage (the alter) and tries to put the glass back on the little table. The glass tips and the water goes all over the floor. So Z crawls back off the alter and runs and gets some paper towels dries the alter floor then takes the glass back to fill it again. He comes crawling back out the second time and sets the water carefully on the table and it dumps over again. The table has a slot on top that can't be seen because of the table covering, and he keeps setting it over the slot.


I'm trying to go on with the performance and ignore what is happening at my feet just as Pharaoh is finishing up his lines, but I'm having to give direction for the clean up at the same time. The kids were oblivious because Pharaoh had captured their attention, but the adults were rolling on the floor laughing. Luckily it was clear water and not koolaid that spilled.

We finally moved on from the water fiasco to the boil plague. Each child was given a bright pink circle sticker to represent a boil and when Pharaoh falls asleep on the ground the kids came foreward and placed their sticker on Pharaoh.


Another time they stuck a clothespin representing the locust plague on him. I wish I would have had a video for you to hear their mischiveous squeals of delight. It was precious. And they loved the interaction.

The 10th plague was the "Angel of Death". This plague came the following day.

The kids painted the door frames of thier houses with sprigs of hysop dipped in the blood of perfect lambs...... Okay so they actually painted with bingo markers with plastic leaves scotch taped to the container. They ate their passover meal which was flat bread crackers. Then they crawled into their house and waited for the Angel of Death to pass over.

This set was made with tarps and grocery bags stuffed with newspaper and put inside each other. They resembled large stone blocks. I ran out of time to make the blocks because each house needs 8 blocks. We had 4 groups and each group had 3 crews. That means I would have needed almost 100 blocks for the day. Plus there wasn't enough time in between to set up new door frames so we covered them in 4 layers of paper and ripped off the top layer when each group was done.

This was a picture from the third crew and the houses were a little worse for wear already.





On the final day Moses led the people out of Egypt. It was a hot humid day and Moses didn't feel like being in full costume. The blue curtain behind Moses is the Red sea that he will part and the kids will walk thru. But first he leads them out to the desert.





AJ led the kids outside and around to the front of the church and then made a figure 8 up and down the aisles once back inside. It was a long hot walk and as they came back into the church one little girl named Jamie called out to me: "


How much longer do we have to do this. I hot and I'm tired and all we are
doing is walking around in circles.

I told Jamie that she couldn't have sounded more like the Isrealites if she would have tried and that that is exactly what they were saying to Moses.

When they finally got to the Red Sea they thought they could rest. But hiding behind the door were crew leaders with stones in their hands. They hit the stones together making it sound like galloping horses. We had to hurry I told them because Pharaoh had changed his mind and was coming for them. We started to walk fast and they started to giggle. Moses raised his staff and the fans started to blow and the water parted and the kids crossed safely thru to the other side.


And that dear friends is why I haven't had time to blog. The numbness in my feet is wearing off but not the smile on my face.


I pray that the next time one of these precious children feel all alone and think God doesn't care about them that God will bring this week to thier mind. I hope as they remember, they will take comfort in the fact that thousands of years later God is still in the business of caring about his people and doesn't plan to stop.








Tuesday, June 2, 2009

He's Watching Me

I must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed one day last week, and I've been grumpy ever since. I first noticed it Saturday evening. I couldn't think of anything in particular that could have set me off, but all of a sudden I realized I just felt a little "how come you so."

I have no idea where that expression came from, but that was my mothers polite way of asking us if we had a "bug up our butt." Instead she'd ask "Do you feel a little how come you so today?."

Sunday morning I noticed the feeling big time at Mass. Our priest always gives the greatest sermons but he said something in his sermon and I've been stewing about it ever since.

It didn't help my mood when I put the purchase of the patio furniture on my credit card and that night when it came time for evening prayers it was almost like I wanted to avoid God. It brings the whole Adam and Eve story of eatting the forbidden fruit and then hiding from God, into perspective for me.

So now I had guilt and a how come you so attitude mixed together. Even last night at bible study I had a chip on my shoulder when I walked in and it got worse from there. When it came time for us to share our prayer requests I choked up trying to get out my request because it wasn't a request I was proud to tell. I began sharing :



“I learned last week that an acquaintance of mine is moving in right next door. I really like this woman, but I am pretty much un-neighborly. I love to stop and talk if I see you outside, but I’m set in my own ways and I hate drop in company and I have a feeling that she will be dropping by very often.

The woman is one of the widows in my group, and she has had a really tough life. She has some emotional needs that quite frankly I don’t think I’m equipped to handle. I’m used to doing my own thing and doing it without too many interruptions and … well…I guess I’m afraid my life is about to change. To be honest I like the way my life is and I don’t want God to change it. I want to serve God like I have been, and well…I’m afraid he is asking me to serve him by serving my neighbor. I mean why else –out of all the other places in the complex she could have moved, would God have moved her right next door to me if he didn’t have something up his sleeve. God’s finger prints are all over this and like I said …I’m a little worried. Would you please pray that I can be up to the challenge and put God’s wishes ahead of my own?”


And as the words left my mouth I discovered my "how come you so" problem. I kind of laughed thinking God was saying "You thought that furniture was your idea, but little did you know I put the thought in your head so you could have a nice comfy place to entertain."

As I thought about it when I got into bed last night I realized that God has never asked me to do anything for him that hasn't turned into a blessing for me. Yes it often involves more than I want to do, but in the end it is always well worth the effort. Hopefully this won't be any different.

This morning I took my bible out to the front room and opened the blinds and started my quiet time with God. The tears started to roll down my cheeks because even though I knew what was causing the mood, the knowledge hadn't changed my demeanor.

As I wiped away the tears I looked up and noticed that a little sparrow had landed on my window ledge and was peering in the window at me. He sat there for the longest time not moving a feather and then he turned his head and started to sing and I realized as I heard him chirp that it was God who was sitting there on my window ledge and I began to sing:


Why should I feel discouraged

And why should the shadows come

Why should my heart feel lonely

and long for heaven and home


When Jesus is my portion

A constant friend is He

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches me

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches me


So I sing because I happy

And I sing because I'm free

His eye is on the sparrow

And I know He watches me.


It was a nice reminder for me that when God wants us to grow he takes us out of our comfort zone, but he never leaves us.






Monday, June 1, 2009

Welcome to June


I love June. It's one of my favorite months temperature wise. Not usually too cold, and not usually too hot....except were not off to a very good start on this first day of the month. It is rather breezy and cool, the sun isn't shinning, and it looks like rain.

For 40 some years June symobolized the start of a few months of calmness. No school work to contend with, no alarm clocks disturbing the peacefulness of the morning, and no fighting to make kids go to bed while it was still light out.

This is the last week of school around here. You can tell it in the teachers faces. They are wearing that look that says only 4 more days of school while their hair is standing straight up in the air because the kids are acting so nuts. I saw that look on my husbands face for 23 years.

When I open my patio door I can hear the sounds of the children playing during recess. Today I could hear them without opening the patio door a crack. Their voices are about 5 decibels higher than usual.

And speaking of my patio.....I have been wanting some wicker furniture for it ever since I moved in here. There's nothing I like better than to savor my first cup of morning coffee out in the warm morning fresh air while I have my quiet time with the good Lord.

I didn't want a whole set, because I already have 2 slingback rockers from an old patio set I left with my son when I moved. Nope all I needed was a sofa or love seat, and an ottoman.


I found a 4 piece set (not white) that was do-able but I couldn't see spending the money for the extra pieces I didn't need and then still having to buy the ottoman. Oh don't get me wrong, there were lots of great looking ones if I wanted to pay over $1,000 but that wasn't in my budget.

Saturday night I saw an ad on TV that said they had white wicker sofa's 30% off at Macksoods. For some reason I just knew I would find one so I even took the back seat out of the van so I could get it in. After church I drove to Flushing with my hopes high.

Of course the one on close out was already sold. They did have lots to choose from in the 30% off category, but 30% off of $1400 is still way more than I can spend to cutesy up the patio.

Disappointed, I drove to Minards to look at the do-able one I saw previously and I ended up buying the set plus the ottoman. The box barely fit in the van and when I got home I had to call Wendy to help me get it out.

Surprise! When I opened the box I discovered I had to put it together. It took me until 7pm to get the love seat and two chairs and ottoman together. The coffee table will have to wait.

But I do like the way it looks, and I'll like it even more when I get the roll up blinds put up and the old furniture taken to Wendy's.

Now, I'm all set to take my coffee on the lanai- whoops I'm in Michigan not Florida- as soon as it warms up a bit.