Oh Take Me Out...

...to the ball game!

I feel very smug right now because I just got back from a Omaha Royal's baseball game. Why is this fact something to boast in? Before I tell you let me make sure my brothers are listening. Ready? I viewed the game from just a few rows back from home plate. Even my non sport lover self appreciated this great honor greatly. Yes all of the pictures were taken right from my seat.



I've decided I like baseball games. For no more reason than smelling hotdogs and funnel cakes and listening to crazy fans yell their heads off. Sometimes though a game can be embarrassing when you ahem clap at the wrong time.
By the way I don't know who won...because we left before the game was over, so we could go home and have ice cream; which was not fried in grease of any kind.

Summer just isn't too bad at times.

Goodbye Little One's

College is very nice, but little nieces are too small to go, so little girls kiss me goodbye. Children wrap their little arms around me for a hug. Than I leave and I cry, because I love my nieces and nephews, but I would rather hurt for missing them, than to have never have known them at all.

Never Forget to Pray

Photo by Erin Dietrich1

Tomorrow we will celebrate our freedom to live freely in a land we love. A privilege from the Lord. Mother's, wives, little children, will be acutely aware of the price this freedom takes as they celebrate alone . Separated by a war necessary because of a sinful world. Perhaps this post is more appropriate for Memorial day, but the significance is the same.

The other night I ran across these photos*. Pictures (second set) of soldiers returning home from war to their eagerly awaiting families. The emotion in them is very raw. Photographs filled with joy of a painful journey over, others show the awful side of war. The families that never welcomed their loved one home with waving flags. Instead they welcomed a flag draped coffin.

Acutely I was reminded how much these families as well as our soldiers need desperate prayer. Today thank the Lord for the freedom He has given, then bring the warriors who fight at home and on the battle front to the feet of Jesus.

*I don't endorse the content found elsewhere on the website or the choice of dress in some of the pictures.

I've been Convicted...

By these few words...

“Assumptions are the termites of relationships.” -Henry Winkler

Perhaps my time would well be better spent praying for my friends rather than dreaming up fantasy problems for them.

She Loves Him

Twenty years ago something very special happened in our family. My oldest sister married her beloved during a beautiful wedding ceremony, and I don't remember a thing.

I don't remember the storm with hurricane wind speeds that knocked the power out for days just weeks before the wedding. Thus saving the mother of the bride from having to cook. Allowing her time for other important things. I don't remember the frenzy of wheat harvest as the father of the bride and any early arriving guests on hand worked hard to bring in the grain. I don't remember my sister spending hours sewing yards of satin and bits of lace into her wedding gown. I don't remember the ring bearer who was framed as the culprit for holding up the couple's departure. I don't remember the food, the flowers, decorations, or even the many well wishers who packed the church. I probably don't remember the spoken vows because I was asleep nestled in my mothers arms. I'm quite certain from the reports and the photographic proof it was lovely day.

What I see now is the beauty of the love which has continued to blossom since my sister's wedding day. A wedding ceremony is beautiful, but only if there is a couple to celebrate its remembrance each year. Sadly a day that once held beauty now is a painful memory for many couples, because of the cruel plight of divorce .

Not my sister, she still holds that bridal glow I'm certain that made her stunning that June evening. This is not what I remember, but the love I see in her, reflected upon the face of her husband. I will see it tomorrow, next year, for as long as the Lord will allow I know I will see it.