Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The View From My Kitchen Window ~ July 21, 2014

There is a bit of buzz going around about what the fall and winter are going to be like this year. 

It has been a cool, wet summer and in spite of temperatures climbing all the way up into the 90's this week (in July) (in Alabama), people are starting to wonder if the fall temperatures are going to be as unusually cool.

I did check with my weather guru, and he is refusing to weigh in on this discussion quite yet.  Accordingly, I went to my kitchen window.

I looked at the dogwood.  It did not want its picture taken, but there are some hints of red around the edges.  That is about a month early.

Then I spotted a touch of color around the Beech trees.

Not much, but there are some gold hints already.  Again, this is at least a month early.

Maybe this means that the view from my kitchen window will be a little more exciting this year!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Monday Memories

One weekend during my first year of teaching, my phone rang at 1 a.m. on a Saturday morning.  I fumbled my way to the receiver and tried to gather my wits enough to answer it.  One of my students was on the line.  For a brief moment I wondered if this was the call that anyone working with children dreads; had an emergency happened with parents or little brothers or sisters??

Finally my brain kicked in and I realized that she was calling from a spend-the-night party.  However this was no crank call.  This was an urgently distressed twelve-year-old young woman who was gravely concerned for one of her friends.  In their late night discussion, the girls had discovered that one of the friends did not know about Jesus.  They were afraid that waking up a parent would get them in huge trouble, so they decided to call their teacher.  Yes; I was honored!

Amy insisted that I talk to Gislana immediately.  After all, what if something happened and she died in the night?  She put Gislana on the phone so that I could tell her all about Jesus.  Fatigue (on both our parts) and a slight language barrier made it impossible for me to make sure that she understood what I was saying.  I covered the bare-bones basics and asked her to give the phone back to Amy.  At that point I promised Amy that I would come over as early as she wanted me to and that we would both talk with Gislana together.

The next morning I was at Amy's house a few minutes before 6 a.m.  I made my way through a living room piled high with half-sleeping tween girls, found a chair, turned on a lamp and began.  I talked to Gislana about Who God is, who man is, and what Jesus accomplished through His life, death, and resurrection.  She asked a few questions and when we were done said that she wanted Jesus.  We prayed together and I talked a few minutes longer about how to stay in close contact (or "abide") with Jesus.  I spent a few minutes with Amy's Mom and a cup of coffee in the kitchen and went home.

In the remaining time I lived in that area, Gislana's parents never did become Christians.  However they did allow her to go to church.  I got to teach the same group of girls the next year.  Periodically they would come in and tell me about their conversations with Gislana.  She would always greet them by saying, "Are you reading your Bible?  Are you praying?  Remember, Miss Reed said that is how you must stay close to Jesus!"

That group of girls would be coming up on 40 by now.  Most of them are probably married with children.  I find myself at times wondering where they are and how they are doing.  I still thank God for allowing me the privilege to be present at that birth, and I still pray that Gislana is abiding with Jesus.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Happy Friday

My heart is singing this song today.  Sing it with me!

“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might
and honor and glory and blessing!”
And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea, and all that is in them, saying,
“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!”
Revelation 5:12-13   

I will be practicing this song on earth, getting ready to sing it in heaven for Jesus.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

In The Garden

Some of our vegetables are getting a little scarey. 

I think they are trying to take over.

The squash are at least semi-polite about it. 

This one gave us fair warning when it ate the solar light.

It never went further than the other side of the sidewalk.

(Which makes me have to ask, "Why did the squash cross the sidewalk??")

It gives a LOT of squash to compensate.  I already have 24 bags in the freezer and we have been feasting on it a couple of times a week.

But the cucumbers have not the same politeness. 

It just comes right on into the basement

and makes itself at home
Without even bothering to knock!


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Brief Update

I'm still battling dust bunnies.  The garden needs to be picked (again) and the tomatoes (and squash and cucumbers and peas and beans) are yelling that they need to be canned.  So it is a wee bit busy around here right now.  Here is a quick update and a promise to fill in the blanks later.

The bees are gone and I am relieved.  A neighbor of ours is a bee-keeper who lost a number of hives this past year.  He was happy to come over and take my hives over to his bee yard.

Bye-bye, Bees!

We have a new rooster.  Did I already tell you that?

The wren is still sitting on her nest on the bunny's side porch.  I'm expecting to hear babies any day.

The garden is producing.  Some of the plants are trying to stage a coup d'etat.

Mr. Marvelous is (of course) Marvelous.

He can't help it.                               

Okay.  Back to work.  If you don't hear from me tomorrow, call for the St. Bernards to come and rescue me please.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The View From My Kitchen Window: Last fall

I'm in the middle of cleaning house and canning.  I thought I would share a previously unpublished window view from the fall that adds a little color.

Now back to work.  The tomatoes and pickles (and dust bunnies!) are calling.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Monday Memories: (Almost) Twenty-Seven

It doesn't feel as though it has been twenty-seven years.

Most days I don't feel as though I have changed.  Most days!

Sometimes I sit and remember.

I remember the trips to Gatlinburg and the trips to the beach.

I remember the years when we could barely pay the insurance bills.

I remember the evening he held our new baby in his arms and told me that life was so much better with our son.

I remember the loss of his father, and a few years later of his mother.

I remember the time I had surgery; he took the week off and never left my hospital room.

I remember when I was so sick and he had to take care of going to work every day and then coming home to take care of me and the housework.

I remember all the Sundays of worship together.  The first Sunday we were married we went to a little church in Warner Robins together and it "just happened" to be communion Sunday.  I'll never forget that first time we celebrated communion together as a married couple.

I remember the times we have "put up" with each other's short-comings.  For the record, his list of shortcomings is much shorter than mine!

He is a handsome man.  He is a strong man in body and in faith because he relies on the strength of God.

He is my better half.

Happy (almost) anniversary, Mr. Marvelous. 

..in joy and in sorrow, in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part

I love you!