These two...

I’m afraid in my absence from blog writing I missed my parent’s anniversary. To be very honest I would not have remembered if not my mother had reminded me of it. For some very odd reason my mom remembers her anniversary quite well. Without further delay though a very happy anniversary to one of the loveliest, most romantic and very cute couples ever. Why no I am not biased..not in the least.

I had a bit of evidence of my parents love when I was home for a visit this summer. Dad had just left to run errands, but apparently forgot something. The poor man was locked out of his own house, so he rang the doorbell. I believe the scenario went something like this. My ears hear the doorbell, than I hear mother opening the door, and then of all things I hear a very loud smooch which leaves my ears ringing. I must admit that is a bit over describing, but I think I have made my point. My parents like each other a lot and the kissing thing? One would expect that after 44 years of marriage 2 lovers would become quite apt at kissing.

And I am glad of this, even if they probably like each other more than me. In a different way of course.

The facts

Despite the fact that after my little niece got off of my lap after cuddling very sweetly she had left a gift on my pants that was of a great odor and rather wet.

despite the fact that cleaning up from meals takes longer than actually eating and this would include cleaning off the little children. Oh and by the way peanut butter smeared all over a child is not eye appealing in the least and certainly not for the faint of heart.

despite the fact I had to take my nap with one eye open, so as to keep track of miss busybody running hither and yonder about the house...

The fact really is that I will miss listening to amusing chatter, giggles, and just being around these little people. Of course the big people will be missed just as equally as much. Yes, I admit that I'm already feeling a bit homesick at leaving my family again. This I am grateful for, because really it is a very nice thing to have family to miss. Sometimes I wonder how I can ever take them, so for granted. Especially the times I am praying for someone who is of quite the opposite background and hurting deeply because of it.

Tonight as I ready for probably some very sad farewells this is what I'm thankful for.

Of walks and Such

The house was humid and I was beginning to feel confined, even more so my brain desired to be rid of its overload of thoughts. I ran not from my problems for that is impossible, but I ran to be in the fresh air and just spend some time sorting my little problems of life out. Walking in town however is far different than the country. Mumbling under your breath may bring odd looks from the neighbors and the ill fitting comfy clothes your wearing will be seen by many. Those things I do not really care about, after all I only find myself visiting every so often. Hopefully that will be enough time for the neighbors to forget the disconcerted girl who often travels the streets. But I digress...

I do care to feel the cool summer breeze at my checks and all I want to do is find the setting sun. To see more than two orange patches glimpsed between houses and trees. For a short moment I am homesick for that lovely prairie. Where the wind is the only thing that fills my ears and only the flying birds can find me. And the setting sun, I could see stretching all around, watching it change nearly as fast as I could blink. Troubles would seem small and God would seem very big. Life in those stolen moments of twilight would seem very pleasant and dreamy. Excuse me for trailing off on another sidetrack and I know a “Anne of Green Gables” moment at that. Ahem.

My skipping feet would not carry me far before I arrived at the green grassy space where at last I could watch the sunset and not feel claustrophobic on account of many houses.

It is lovely is it not?

When I stepped back into our little house, I still had every single problem I loath so much. Somehow giving them and sharing them with our God makes them so much better. For the umtempth time I was reminded again that nothing is to great for God and well God knows my thoughts better than I do. And that is much more lovely than a KS sunset.

Blessed Beyond Measure

I went to bed this morning at 1 am and was very glad for that. Chatting with a friend from school had kept me up. We had talked and talked about the things that were all to similar between us. When I wearily fell into bed I was quite happy and feeling grateful for a friend who is a kindred spirit.

And this morning in church, well they were there...the choir from school. Hand stinging high fives and lots of wonderful hugs and small snatches of conversation...it was just pretty nice being around my friends. We laughed and of course Mr. F. teased and teased, and that was okay. Because well I think it is nice to be friends with your school president.

Yes these are the people I feel thankful for today...a crazy bunch we may be, but I feel pretty blessed that they put up with me.

The Lost Blog post

And so I found this draft written in September of 2010. I'm not sure why I never clicked the post button, but I didn't. It's rather fun though and go back and see what my thoughts were that sultry summer day.



3 Weeks ago

I was flying very high in the air away to college
My hopes were high too of what was come
I was scared
I didn't know what my Junior year would be like
And I still don't know

Written this week...After my Junior year I can say...

That it was more difficult and hard than ever could have imagined.

I'm glad I didn't know.

Sometimes I just wanted the year to end, but it never seemed to end.

Than it was over and suddenly it didn't seem so bad after all for I knew each thing I did God had used to shape and grow me.

1 year ago
I was standing in the middle of a parking lot all by myself.
My parents had just driven away and there were boxes to unpack
I didn't know then I would cry every day for the next few weeks
I didn't know the unspeakable joy I would find in new friends
The feeling of having to write 3 dreadful papers had not fallen on me
Many days later I would know that I had never been alone and the grace was plentiful

2 years ago
I kept my grandma company in a cold hospital room.
The journey of caring for grandma had just began.
I'm glad God didn't tell me I would have to watch my grandma suffer.
I had no idea I would cry more tears than I ever had as a baby that year.
I had absolutely no idea of the lessons God was about to teach me.
There was no inkling in my mind of the privilege I was about to have of caring for my dying grandmother.

12 years ago.
My eye hurt very bad
The eye doctor saw me every day
Very strange was it for someone so little to have shingles in their eye
Mom prayed fervently that I wouldn't lose my vision
Today I still don't wear glasses

And that's where I stopped remembering...