Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Things I Learned During 40 Days of Lent

I can NOT do the daily grind alone

I have NOT a clue as to how to “do” 74

I’m a people who needs others

It is thorny for me to be still
It is complicated for me to ponder
It is neigh on to impossible for me to meditate
          Yet in the quiet is where I meet God [does Elijah ring a bell??]

Many people NEED me

I do NOT know how to be a caregiver

Giving GOOD care to my two dearest loved ones is the joy of my life

They forgive me much
          A lot
          Greatly

I am blessed

I probably will NOT know how to “do” 75 either
J And I'll try to let it be okay
I need words
          To hear words
          To speak words
          To write words
          To read words
Some of my words are s-l-o-w-l-y returning
I am grateful

Many people prayed for me during these recent dark days and empty nights
I am grateful

Every Christian needs a pastor

God is passionate about the number 40

Some of my deepest growing through Lent (40 days !!) was in the written words of other bloggers who are
          Strangers
          Voiceless teachers
          Passionate about Christ
         Moved-Away Friends

Because the tomb is empty, I want to spend 40 days rejoicing

And learning more

Jesus walked the earth—alive and real and well—teaching and proving and living—for 40 days

I'd love to have your company as I take some quiet blog-walks with Jesus.
Blessings of the New Life
Liz

Sunday, April 24, 2011

He Is Not Here . . .

... because HE LIVES !




The grave could not hold my Lord Jesus Christ.

He died; he was buried in a tomb; He ROSE FROM THE DEAD.

He walked the earth for 40 days, talking, eating, sharing, BEING ALIVE.

Life is truly worth everything because HE LIVES.



May you also share in the truth that Jesus Christ is Lord,

Liz


Saturday, April 23, 2011

No Name Saturday

For the church—the body of believers—the fellowship of Christians, the days of Easter march by……        

          On “Ash” Wednesday, the 40 day journey to the cross began.
          On “Maundy” Thursday, Jesus prepared the table for us and washed the feet of his disciples.
    Even the feet of Judas.
          On “Good” Friday, Jesus hung on the cross.
         
Then it is Saturday.

Today is “that” Saturday.
The one without a special name.
The in-between Saturday.
The nothing Saturday.

I've never like the unknown of waiting.

But today I wait.

The work on the Cross is finished.
The huge curtain in the temple is split from top to bottom.
Jesus is buried.
The work in the grave is silent.

To me, this No-Name-Saturday should be dark and gloomy and rainy and dreary.

And silent.

That’s how my soul feels.

Yet, on this No-Name-Saturday in Texas the weather is bright, sunny, and windy.

The cross down by our road is empty.

Our nephew came up and took down the purple drape for us but this year, I had no energy to dig out the black sack-cloth to cover the cross for this dead Saturday.

I have been strangely quiet on my blog over the past 40ish days. Only a note here and there. When the words don’t spill forth fast and eagerly from my fingers, my soul is dry.

For me, it has been like 40 days of the No-Name-Saturday.

Thankfully, I KNOW about Resurrection Sunday.

Fresh air will arrive.
Words will return.
Sleep will come.
Rain will fall.

Waiting is hard.

Hurry, Easter!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Home Again


Sweet Husband did it again.
Sent me and precious daughter—via silver wings—to visit my son and family in Kentucky.


Aunt Mindy on left... her niece, my granddaughter on right. *sigh*

BUT... at every turn--going and returning, Mindy and I found help, graciousness, friendly exchanges, and awesome stories. Some experiences came from total strangers, others from selfless family. Dear Heart’s son took time to drive us to the airport and lift our bags. Precious Daughter’s son met us on our return to lift our bags and drive us to meet up with Dear Heart. Skies were friendly, planes were on time, storms did not last long, passengers lent helping hands, bags arrived at proper places, and sleep came easily.

You see, there are times when a mom must  physically SEE her children. It is wonderful to have phone calls, old-fashioned letters, birthday cards, special delivery flowers, e-mails, and I-M / Skype conversations; but those aren’t enough. Moms can’t know for sure unless she touches, hugs, holds, and looks into the eyes of her children.


...including a rousing game of Corn Hole in perfect weathert....

And I got to do that last week. Three whole days.
With my two birth children, daughter-in-love, and beloved granddaughter.
In person.
Together.
Offering praises.
Being blessed.
Food, fun, games, and TALK.
Hugs, stories, giggles, and TALK.
Holding hands. Praying together.
Talking to God.
Tossing corn bags, cooking, washing dishes, listening.
Together.
Family.
And, I eavesdropped on my own son’s conversation with our Father God.

How good it was.

Oh... and a little post script.... my son's wife loves my writing and my son is a history buff, so in an effort to entice me back to my novel-in-progress they took us on a side trip around the block from their new home to the restored historic Black Acre. Oh WOW. Maybe come summer, I WILL continue the adventures of my fictional slave families on their search for freedom....

the writer at a real spring house... 1802 to 2011. WOW

 
So. For a few hours, in addition to fun and adventure, I was privileged to see, hear, and watch the innermost spirit of my children and my heart is calm. And being home again is good.


Slowly Walking the Road to the Cross,

Liz

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Sweet Husband Spring Story

Spring has teased us about its arrival this year. A lot.

This is my prized Lemon Verbena coming to life on March 3!! This herb is the absolute ingredient for Liz's Luscious Lemonade and I thought it had died dead in our days-on-end of teen-degree freezes. Then, ZAP, another quick but heavy freeze took it out again two days later.



B U T........
Ah Ha! Here are BOTH of my brave, tenacious plants on March 23 after their second re-birth. There WILL be lemonade this summer!

But on to the Sweet Husband Story I promised you when we were buried under INTENT.

On March 23 (last Wednesday), the sun sparkled outside our kitchen window. Spring had already peered around the corner several times—just to see if we were paying attention. Sadly, I was too involved with daily life to notice. Such as:
  • half a dozen medical appointments in as many days
  • back to M-W-F workouts at the pool for daughter and me
  • COMPLETED our annual tax information for our beloved Number Cruncher
  • completed (in one week) the Memory Book for Little Brother’s FIFTIETH wedding anniversary
  • Ash Wednesday services
  • a trip out to Cowboy’s for Jesus Christian Fellowship at Fischer, Texas for the anniversary celebration
     So, yawning on the morning of the 23rd, I looked up to find – oops! Spring HAD arrived. Dear Heart came home from errands and said, “Why the sad face? Can I help?”
    I know that he knows that he always bites off more than he wants to take time for when he asks that, but he continues to ask it--much to my delight!

“Well, look at the back yard, Honey. It’s warm out. I saw a hummingbird this morning. And I’m positive we finally have our very own family of Cardinals nesting in our yard.”

“Yes, I’ve seen them. Haven’t you been luring them to nest here for about three years?”

“Well. Yes. But…”

Somehow, he didn’t see this one coming.

“Our bird feeders aren’t out yet.” **deep, deep SIGH **

Am I a blessed woman or what? NO,
that is NOT spelled:

                         S – P – O – I – L – E - D.

Dear Heart said, “Where do you want the feeders?” We talked about options and I went about cleaning the kitchen, thinking we would attend the feeders at some later *sigh* time.

When I turned around from the kitchen sink, this is what I saw in our back yard. I barely had time to grab the camera.


Where there is a DETERMINED man, there IS a way….
My darlin on his Trusty Wheel Machine dragging the hose to the Oak tree to soften the hard-dry ground so he can “plant”  the feeder hanger by the swing.


Note my hero's faithful companion, Ava, watching every move. 










Almost..... hold steady....  

                                                Yes !!!!ATTACHED   !!!!!



Now around to the front yard to go through the rolling steps all over again !!!

Number Two Feeder ATTACHED!!!!


So, since Dear Heart was such a dear heart, I got busy and mixed up a batch of humming bird food, cleaned out a couple of feeders.
View from our kitchen table - through the window and screen. In a couple of days, there'll be three feeders along the back porch.  


Sure enough, Mr. Scout showed up. I don't yet know which does what for whom but there is a time when one hummer guards with his life and refuses any other hummingbird access to his "find." Later, three, four, and five will feed at the same time.



SUGAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


NOT END OF STORY......

     I just wanted my readers to know the heart of my husband.
Turns out, as well I know my husband, his heart is bigger heart than I realized.

      Just as I finished writing this entry and downloading pictures, my sweetheart came in to the office and after some lengthy discussion, he said, “YOU are going to Kentucky!!” He’ll stay home and care for the animals and daughter and I will take five days—1 day out, 3 days there, 1 day back.
     You see, my eleven-year-old granddaughter is writing a book and wants her Memaw’s interest. She was also diagnosed with Type 1 Jr. Diabetes last month. She is doing fine and has met this head on refusing to let it get the best of her. But her grandmother NEEDS to see in person and hold in arms and whisper in ears.

Maybe it is spoiled. I know for sure I am deeply blessed. And, I have time to rest, plan, finish the laundry, worship with community, and pack.

Actually, these are numbers 120 through 130 on my Giving Thanks by NAMING God's Blessings and Graces List. From Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts book and blog and life. If you haven't read it, do it SOON. By Easter, you'll have a brand new concept of your Abba Father God's deep, deep love that comes in ways you would never imagine.

And, yes, this is LONG.... but ONE MORE THING.......
     Speaking of all things SPRING and God’s promises, please take time for a blessing and check out The Chrysalis of Faith about all things Butterflies at Mother Inferior's site: http://www.denadyer.com/ My sweet friend Dena writes of faith, family, work, and trusting God. 

     I will leave you with words of my Master that have gotten me through these last few deeply troubling days: Jesus said,
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest."  Read His other words at Matthew 11: 28-30.
Just a sinner standing on His Promises,

   Love,  Liz