Happy Birthday, Andrew -

Today is the 37th anniversary of Andy's baptism into Christ. We had literally just met - 3 days prior - and the church there was conducting a gospel meeting. His friend/roommate, Steve, had asked him about 5 times to come to worship with him, and Andy had always had a reason not to go. Never one to give up, Steve asked yet one more time, and Andy said , "Sure, why not?" The rest is history.

I think he would say that the act was one of doing what was expected of him. A literal man, he didn't hesitate, and his new friends surrounded him in joy. Immediately, he jumped right in with both feet, and hasn't looked back once. We were married about 3 years later, and the church has always been the focal part of our lives together. Huntsville, Katy, and now, Pleasanton.

We've been here for 23 years, now. Longer than any other place we have ever called home. The girls grew into wonderful women in this place, and we have friends dearer to us than some family members. From a college student to an elder. Our lives are blessed beyond measure.

So - now what? The adventure continues....

Visiting at its best

I've been thinking about this post for several days....

Frances and I have two things in common; Christ our Savior, and a great love for my daughter, Erin. Frances taught Erin in Bible Class when we first moved to Pleasanton and has always loved her. Erin is easy to love, and Frances never hid her obvious feelings for her. When Erin was getting married, we went over to her house, and Frances gave Erin her choice of three gifts; Erin still displays it to this day in her home.

On to the visit. Sunday, I was sitting on the front pew at church following worship, and suddenly, Frances appears beside me. She asked if I would come over to her home - she had something to show me. (Frances is a wonderful artist, and a few weeks earlier, I had commented on some work of hers shown in our local paper.)

When I arrived, Frances and her sweet husband, Taylor met me at the door. They are in their very late 80's, and I have known them since I was a little girl. It is an odd feeling to call them by their first names, but they insist. She took me into the eating area of their kitchen, and so started a wonderful afternoon of talking and looking over her paintings. She took me from room to room, each one a museum of her paintings - some quite old, some almost still wet . When we got to their bedroom, there hung the painting I had seen in the paper. As we talked, she bent down and picked up a print of the painting she had done for me!!

As we neared the end of our "tour", Frances asked me quite sweetly if I could come again to visit some more. She said, "You are acquainted with people at church, but you only come to know them by spending time together."

For some reason, this made me very emotional. Here is this woman I have worshipped with all these years, who loves my family with all her heart, and yet I haven't spent time in her home other than very few occasions. I hugged her tightly, promised her that I would, and then excused myself. She walked me to the car, arm in arm - pointing out plants and items of interest in her yard.

My heart felt full. I hope I don't get "busy" and forget to go again.

Meanwhile, back at the mine....

Like millions of other people around the world last night, I watched as one-by-one, the Chilean miners were rescued from their "jail" 2 miles below the earth's crust. As each man was brought up, tears would form in my eyes - I had no clue who these men were, even if they were decent men deserving of rescue - and yet the emotions of those around me were contaigious. Family, friends, fellow miners, even the Chilean President and his wife, were all there; with each one a loud chant would rise up. I could repeat it with them by too long - wondering what in the world I was saying!!

Sorryfully, I had two negative thoughts come to mind; would Obama and Michelle stand in support for 24 hours for American miners? Maybe in an election year and they were'nt on vacation.... the other thought was, "if this was in American, standing along the edge would be lawyer upon lawyer. How sad that on this happy occasions these indictments of our society came to mind.

In the end, all was over. The last rescuer bowed before the camera deep inside the earth, grabbed his back of rocks, and waved to the men up above before climbing into the Phoenix to ascend to the fresh air of life. It was an enhilarating moment to behold!!

Now, my prayer is that they will all fall into obscurity and get back to the life they had over 70 days ago; family, work, peace. I hope the world leaves them alone in thankfullness for what they masterfully endured.

Living a life at Peace

I really loved being a teacher. I loved the interaction with my peers, and loved seeing growth in my students - both in life and in reading. I came into the curriculum with reservations, and then became a convert after seeing little ones who'd never read before become readers -and loving it!!

Somewhere along the line, though, it changed. I really think it was when my friend and Principal Billie retired. She loved me, but beyond that, she treated me with respect. Suddenly, that was gone, and I became "old", an antique/dinosaur.

I knew I had a pervasive knot in my stomach, but I truly did not see how it was affecting my basic personality. Then, about July, I woke up without the knot, and suddenly I was hearing myself laugh (almost giggle) a lot. It was quite an awakening.

I am truly at peace in this new life; my husband and I are free of the angry woman I'd become without my even knowing she was there. My anger at the situation is truly gone, and while I miss my kids a lot, I know this is where I want to be; with Jackie, Susie, the Monday morning group, and Andrew.

Always with Andrew.