Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year!!!!!

We are looking forward to 2008 and here's hoping it brings
things that will make us look to the future,
things that assure us of our present,
and things that cause us to rejoice in the past!
Happy New Year!

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas past........

It’s Christmas Eve, the first Christmas Eve and subsequent Christmas Day that we have spent without both of our children here at home.
Mothers my age have to go on memories, because the future is uncertain, and the present is, well, the present, and therefore, what it is. But the past is ahh, the past.
Tomorrow morning when Roger and I sleep in, and rise to a leisurely day of resting, and napping, we will remember the fun times past of Christmas with the excitement, and fun of children in the house, and the anticipation that came with Christmas morning. The time Grandpa and Grandma Roseberry drove up from Oxford sooooo early in the morning that they woke US up with a bang on the front door all because Nic had groaned about knowing that when Grandma and Grandpa usually came for Christmas, “we have to wait to open presents till they get here”. Grandpa decided to surprise us all by being right behind St. Nick in arriving at the crack of dawn to surprise and laughter, and the opening of presents early.
We have wonderful memories to look back on. Many wonderful Christmas’s with both the kids at home, and all that it entails. Christmas’s when we went to the Grandparents, and spent time with Aunts and Uncles and cousins. The experiences are many and varied, but I believe all wonderful.
Many are the wonderful memories, and we look so forward to the years ahead when we will make many more.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Snow Drift Outside My WIndow

There is a blizzard raging outside. Just ask me, I had to go out and clean off my car. Blinding, and it has been doing this since 9 a.m. this morning. We celebrated Christmas today, two days early, because Audrey and Ryan will be with his family this year. The weather is, if not perfect, the ideal day to celebrate Christmas.
There is this wonderful snow drift outside me office window, coming off the retaining wall. it appears to be floating over the edge. What is holding it up, I have no idea. I am sure there is some meta-physical explanation for it, but I don't care. When I showed it to Rog, I asked, "What holds it up there?" He responded he didn't know and walked away. I however stood there and looked at it, and took a picture to remind me of something I realized.
I admire people who spend thier lives dealing with infirmaties, hardships, and heartaches, and don't seem to be phased by it. I wonder sometimes what and how they do it. What keeps them going, getting out of bed every day to face the same things; i.e. "What holds them up?"
Many times when you ask them, they will convey a sense of "going on" that just seems to be in them. Others speak of God and a profound faith that enables them to endure. As I stood looking at the drift, and wondering what "holds it up", I realized the same thing that holds them up. The structure of who they are enables them to stand strong against the gravity of the situation, and many times who they are is defined by giving credit to God and his love for them.
I have people tell me a lot that I am "a saint" the way I care for my mother--hardly, if they knew of the discouragement that hits me some days, and the resentmentt that goes along with it, they wouldn't be nearly impressed, but I do "hold up", because I firmly believe that this is what God wants me to do and He enables me to do it. I know I certainly couldn't do it under my own strength. Someday, looking back I will probably realize the "gravity" of the situation and realize even more that I didn't do anything in my own strength, but by the strength of the Spirit within me.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


Walk fast in snow,
In frost walk slow,
And still as you go,
Tread on your toe.
When frost and snow are both together
Sit by the fire and spare shoe leather.

As you can tell by our profile, we live in Kansas, and unless you are on another planet, never turn on your t.v. or radio, you will know that Kansas has been slammed along with Oklahoma with an ice storm of terrible proportions.
We have been fortunate, we haven't lost electricity, but travel has been limited, and sunshine has been non-existant; something I need desperatly this time of year, so I notice.
I thought I would include some of the wintery shots to make you feel warmer and grateful for whatever weather you are having right now; I hope it is NOTHING like this.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

"run three yards fall down, run three yards fall down...."

I watched football with my husband last night. (well, o.k., during commercials from another show I had been watching; I had the remote)
Roger and I have, for over 30 years, spent most of our evening sitting together watching programs on TV. We consider this our together time. The work day is over for him, dinner is over, the kitchen cleaned up, and we sit, together, watching, and remembering the things we want to tell each other from the day. Small talk; we find this relaxing.
I can watch football for so long, thinking that I know what is going on, then something happens, I make a comment, get a weird look, that basically says, “honey, you don’t know what you are talking about.”, then quietly get up and leave the room, leaving him to watch alone.
He tries to bait me to come back and watch TV with him by switching to something he thinks I might like on commercials (he will have the remote this time), but it usually doesn’t happen.
I simply don’t get it. I realized while I was sitting there that I was stiff as a board, and tense, and well—bored.
I have watched football all my life on different occasions, and I simply don’t understand it or the point of it. I know skill, athleticism, camaraderie, team work, money, money, money.
I have tried my best to understand it, 4th down, sacking the quarterback—I do get the touchdown part. I have even tried asking questions, which don’t seem to be received or appreciated during the game.
My daughter Audrey understands football, loves to watch it and is a huge Packers fan (she even has a cheese head)
Last night I actually found myself laughing at the things that happened to these guys (maybe it was the tension), and not always at an appropriate time.
I say all this to say that I am preparing myself for bowl games, and the ultimate football game—SUPERBOWL—spare me please!!! In the meantime, I’ll get a lot of other things done, and enjoy being bribed by my husband to join him in front of the T.V.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

..of tinsel and spider webs....

Our family has always enjoyed legends and stories. Here is one of our Christmas favorites.

When Joseph and Mary & Jesus were on thier way to Egypt, the story runs, as the evening came they were weary, and they sought refuge in a cave. It was very cold, so cold that the ground was white with hoar frost.
A little spider saw the little baby Jesus, and he wished so much that he could do something for him to keep him warm in the cold night. He decided to do the only thing he could do, to spin his web across the entrance of the cave, to make, as it were, a curtain there.
Along the path there came a detachment of Herod's soldiers, seeking for children to kill to carry out Herod's bloodthirsty order. When they came to the cave, they were about to burst in to search it, to see if anyone was hiding there, but their captian noticed the spiders's web.--It was streatched right across the entrance to the cave.
"Look," he asid, "at the spider's web there. It is quite unbroken and there cannot possibly be anyone in the cave, for anyone entering the cave would certainly have torn the web."
So the soldiers passed on, and left the holy family in peace because a little spider had spun his web across the entrance to the cave.
And that, so they say, is why to this day we put tinsel on our Christmas trees, for the glittering tinsel streamers stand for the spiders web, white with the hoar frost, stretched across the cave on the way to Egypt. It is a a lovely story, and this much, at least, is true, that no gift which Jesus receives is ever forgotten.
-William Barclay-

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

" and in the meantime, I am going to put up more twinkle lights"

I love the glow of Christmas. It makes me feel warm, even when it is bitter cold outside.
Even though the kids will be gone from home this year, and yes, it will JUST be Roger and I, I still love the glow of Christmas; the lights on the tree, out on the lawn in the dark, the stair railing wrapped in garland and light.
Jesus was the light of the world. When He came God sent "the star" as a sign---light. The world was dark, and God sent light.
New Christians have a glow about them, pregnant women, happy people have a glow about them. There is a correlation there, I am sure of it. It all has to do with light, the light of the world—Jesus.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

"The Tree"

It is snowing. Two days after Thanksgiving and it is snowing. Just the sort of day I love to drag out the Christmas decorations, and put on some Christmas music, and put up the tree, and "dress the house up" for Christmas.
I didn't think I was ready, but when I looked outside and realized that this is exactly the kind of day you need to "get you in the mood" for Christmas, I'm kinda pumped.
It usually takes me about a week to decorate; shoot, it takes a full day, just to get the tree up. But I never minded that because the festivities always brought on a full house of family. This year will be different. Nic won't be home, having just been here for Thanksgiving, and Audrey and Ryan are going to be with his family, (we are taking turns), so it will be a quiet day. Initally I was thinking that would be so sad, but then I realized that I will be able to focus on the holiday itself, what it is all about, and maybe do something different in light of that fact. More on that later.......
Yes, I think I'll put up the Christmas tree today, and start the holiday porcess.....decorating, baking, gift wrapping, sending greetings, and cards.....

Thursday, November 22, 2007


I can't begin to list all the things I am thankful for..........Roger is my husband, perfectly fitted and planned for me by God years ago.
Nic is home in the shop working with his Dad.
Audrey is married to a wonderful man, and they are beginning a life together that is a blessing to those of us who are observing it.
My mother is still alive and able to spend one more Thanksgiving with us.
My sister Anita has won her battle with cancer and is 6 years away from it, and she and Cliff are going to be at my house today to celebrate this day with us.
My entire family came home this summer and we had a WONDERFUL time at Audrey and Ryan's wedding, and all the rest of the time they were here too.
I could go on and on...........but mostly, I am Thankful for Jesus, and the provision he has made for us all!


Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Yoga & Prayer

I do yoga. Are you surprised, a born again, saved, Christian, doing yoga?
I don't do the kind where you contort your body into all kinds of odd positions, (although I do wish I was that flexible), I do the gentle yoga.
When I went to my first yoga class, I listened to what the instructor said, paying attention for anything that might be "anti-Christian", or not "good" for a Chiristion to be doing. Believe me I would be the first among many to say I am not divine, (just thinking about that is hysterical), and I am not on any other plane than this one, life is just to "real" for me to even go there. However, it does help me physically. I can see a tremendous difference when I do my practice, but it also helps me to STOP!
I view yoga as a physical exercise that incorporates both my mind and body.
I was NEVER athletic in school, or since then in any way. I hated the competativeness of sports, for all the fun your were supposed to be having participating, the winning always seemed to take precidence over that. Yoga is something I can do that I don't compete in to get in shape.
The best part of it for me is the stopping....everything else. Try stopping sometime, it isn't that easy. I'm not just talking about your body, but your mind too. Stopping you mind, especially now a days--yep, pretty hard.
It is a great discipline for prayer if you struggle in the area of keeping your mind focused. Meditation and prayer are two disciplines Jesus practiced regularly, and to his benefit. There is much to be said for stopping, clearing your mind of all the issues at hand, and "centering" on what is really worth thinking about. I encourage you to give it a try.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


I just reread my last blog, with the poem. My kids would roll their eyes and tease me about being corny--where else if not on my blog.
I do pay attention to nature. I think it can teach us a lot. I remember back before there was radar and T.V. weather men, my grandmother could predict the coming storms, and dry spells, and hard winters, just by paying attention to the "signs" that nature gave her. As I get older, and remember her quips about "mares tails and mackerel skies", "red sky at morning...." I come to discover she was right most of the time.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Mist & All

I like the fall,
The mist & all.
I like the night owl's
Lonely call--
And wailing sound
Of wind around.

I like the gray
November day,
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.

I like to sit
And laugh at it--
And tend
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall
The mist and all.--
Dixie Willson

I love fall weather. Have you ever noticed how the shades of the seasons seem to work to warm or cool us. I used to clean a house out in the middle of the Flint Hills. I drove that 40 min. every week for 12 years. In that time, I paid attention to nature as she went through her wardrobe change with each season.
Winter brought the stark white of snow, and the remaining grass that had withstood the ice and rain, and snow, still standing made it resemble a torture device with sharp little spikes sticking out. Cold pink sunsets changed to color of the snow from white to pink, to purple, to finally the blue of night.
Spring after the burning of the tall bluestem grass was green, every shade you could imagine. So soothing, a balm to a cold body, a reminder of God's promise.
Summer turned yellow. Most of the blooming flowers were yellow, and bright orange, but as the end of summer approached, the purple and blues came out to cool that intense August heat; even the grass had a blue tint to it.
Then fall, ah, fall. Don't let anyone ever convince you that the prairie of Kansas doesn't have the colors of the forest of the NE. It is just more subtle. The colors are there, in fine lines in the blades of grass, but the orange, amber, yellows and browns, and greens are all there, hiding the quail, and doves who have spent the summer building nests in the tall bluestem.
I love the fall--can you tell?

Just Learning

Boy am I learning! I had it all set up, then something went wrong, and I had to start over; novic, huh.
Anyway I will start over, and reintroduce the site simply as a way for those of you who might be interested to look and read, and certainly feel free to leave any time you like.
Most of the pictures posted are from Audrey and Ryan's wedding in June. It was the first time in 31 years of marriage that Roger and I danced together (in public), thus the photo, historic event.
I hope I get the hang of this thing. It looks like something I would love to do to flex my creative side. Wish me luck!