So, I twisted my ankle, yet again, and have been laid up a bit for the past week.  No, I wasn’t bungie jumping, or sky-diving.  I slipped on water on the kitchen floor.  Off to the Drs office for xrays.  No brake, just a severe spraign.  And not as bad as the last one 2 years ago, that resulted in 8 weeks of PT.

The day before I was sitting on my couch with my leg elevated, really quite mad about everything.  I wish I could say that I was singing praises to God, and just so thankful for this time down.  But no.  I was frustrated.  I was impatient.  I like to do things myself.  I don’t want to run on other’s time clocks.

My sweet husband was trying to give me a pep talk about how I could still do so much.  that is was “just an ankle”  I was venting that I couldn’t do this, couldn’t do that…yadayada ya da….

“I just want to go for a run!!” I burst out in frustration.

So you know what he did?  He pumped up my tahiti and put it into the pool.  He tied it to one end of the pool, helped me get in, and handed me the paddle.   

You should of seen it…I was paddling like mad.  I was talking it over with God that sometimes this is exactly how I feel:  Like I work so hard, and get nowhere!!  After about 20 minutes, I lay back in the tahiti and sunned myself.  I did feel better.

The next day I began to thank God for what I had.  Because, truly, I have so much.

I had a wedding to attend a few days later.  I managed to hobble around on my crutches.  But I was a little uneasy because I had to have my daughters do everything for me.  I didn’t get to dance, and I couldn’t very easily mingle.  I felt kind of useless.

Then there came the daddy-daughter dance. It stirred emotions deep within me so much that I had to get up and go give the mother of the bride (a dear long-time friend of mine) a hug.

As we were hugging, she whispered in my ear, “We wouldn’t be here as a family, if it weren’t for how God used you in our lives.”

In that very moment, I was brought to my knees in humility.  Tears filled my eyes as we embraced eachother.  Later that night, the father of the bride, also a dear friend of my husband and myself, approached me to say thank you.

Little did I know that in that season 10 years prior would God use me to uplift this couple in one of the most difficult challenges of their marraige.

If he can use me, he can use any of us that are willing to be used and motivated by LOVE.

We can all make a difference, one moment, one day, one person, one couple, one child, at a time.

 Do you believe that your life can make a difference?

It was a beautiful fall morning.  I was bustling around getting ready for work.

One of my precious co-workers had been on my heart that morning.   We did not have much contact with each other through out the day, but we truly had a shared heart for people, for the patients that walked in and out of our office and  for eachother, as human beings.

I was hurrying to get out the door, and that still small voice from within came…..

“take her the lily”

You’ve got to be joking, I thought.  I had a lily that had been given to me on Easter day, sitting in my shaded flower bed, waiting to be planted.  It was in horrible condition….yellowed, wilting leaves….

scraggly is the word that sums it up.

I walked out onto my deck, mumbling to God, What????

When I looked down on the plant, I thought, ‘no way’.  I couldn’t do it.

I looked a little closer at it.  one tiny green bud….one inch long.

hmmm…..

Easter lilies naturally bloom in the fall.  But they are force-bloomed for Easter.  I have read that it is a gift if they bloom again the follwoing season.  However, I did not know this then.  

Basically, it is unusual for them to bloom twice in one year…

and then, I heard this echoing in my heart,

“tell her that when the flower blooms, the fragrance that comes from the flower is how I see her.”

OK, God.  don’t think can do that.  I mean, WHAT IF if doesn’t bloom.  WHAT IF that little thing shrivels up and falls off?

I would SO look like a nut! 

But that pressing on my heart would not leave….

OK, OK…..God, I will do it…

The least could do is wrap it up in a pretty cotton dish towel and tie it with ribbon.

I was really so embarrassed.

I procrastinated the entire day giving it to her….

As we were walking out to our cars, I just got it out in the open, gave it to her, and said, (practically under my breath)

“When this blooms, the fragrance that comes from it……that is how God sees you…”

You should have seen the look on her face when I handed it to her…..

I thought OM-Gosh, ……and what if it dies?  Then what God? 

I just prayed on the entire way home.

In the weeks to follow,  I didn’t have the courage to ask her “so, how is that little plant coming along?”" 

I was too afraid of the answer.

and then one day, about 3 weeks later, she came to work and said, to me, “You won’t believe it.  The  plant you gave me bloomed…..the fragrance has filled my kitchen, living room, and dining room..the bloom is HUGE.”

I did not believe her.  “How big?”

She showed me with her hands….basically the opening of the flower was like the size of a small volleyball.   She even brought in a picture of it to work to show me, as well as a beautiful poem that she wrote to God about how he touched her through this.

I was the recipient of  something so beautiful and personal between her and God….It was really humbling……..and my faith was strengthened.

a few years later, I heard her sharing this story to a group of women.  She looked at me and said,

“you know that t-towel you wrapped it up in?  I have that hanging at my laundry sink.  Whenever I wash an dry there, I say a prayer for you.”

I had just finished with my last patient before the lunch hour.  I grabbed a quick snack and drink of water.   As I set up for my next patient, I prayed, as I usually did. 

instruments in their right places?  check…

vitamin E ointment for their lips?  check…

I was set to go.

The vitamin E ointment was key….I had a practice since hygiene school of offering vitamin E ointment on the corners of their mouth while having their teeth cleaned.  Most always accepted.

As I walked my next patient back to the treatment area, I introduced myself.  He was quiet and reserved.  I was good at making conversation with people that did not want to be at the dental office.

 I set him in the chair, I leaned him back just slightly to say my hello’s and review Health History.  I saw a sober look in his countenance.  I knew that there were troubled waters in his soul.

I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but through the course of our one small hour together he began to tell me about his wife.

She was beautiful.  She was his soul-mate.  They did everything together.  She understood him.  He loved her more than life.  

and then he told me that very, very recently……she had died.

My heart sank.  I glanced at his health history for birthdate, knowing that he was no older than me.

32.

widower at 32.  Lost.  broken.  wounded.  shattered…..beyond sad…..no words to express…….

Could I identify?

no.

I didn’t even know what to say.  But like so many others, he opened up to me, and probably later, wondered why he had.

I said all that I knew to, ” I am so sorry.”

I excused myself to go get the Doctor for the exam.  I had a few brief minutes, so I looked up 2 scriptures for him that I hoped would be of some comfort.

I wrote them on a piece of paper, and at the same time, scrawled his name in the back of my journal, of which I kept a prayer list.

The Doctor came and did his exam.  Afterward, I handed him the note with the scriptures and said, “I wrote these down for you.  I want you to know that I will be praying for you.  I am so sorry for your loss.  I pray that God will bring you comfort and peace.”

We looked at eachother.  Our eyes exchanged a knowing glance as I approached the receptionist’s desk.

That was the last time I saw him.

4 years later…..

Medford Fire Department

Sean’s first month as a Fire Fighter with Medford Fire……

The girls and I scurried around the kitchen making bbq pork ribs, home made bread sticks, salad, and homemade blackberry cobbler.

The table was set….we had met Sean’s new Captain, and hose-man.

We had a very nice dinner exchanging cordial conversation.

My girls were so on that night, as little as they were…trying to impress.

They cleared the table, did the dishes, made coffee, and served the dessert.

Meanwhile, Sean, Captain John and I were at the table talking.

I listened closely as Captain John told me about his son-in-law that had lost his wife 4 years prior.

As he was telling this story, I had to stop him and ask him the name of his son-in-law.

It was the same man I had met 4 years prior.

He went on to tell me that he had just remarried, and that they were witness to God’s healing power in His life…that He did find love again, and that he was doing very well.

my heart sighed a deep breath as I was reminded that not only does God hear our prayers, but in this case, He allowed me see the outcome.

I love taking a day of rest each week, and usually it is either a Saturday or a Sunday depending on which day my husband is not on fire-shift.

But I find myself getting pulled back into busyness, or obligations.  I can think of seasons in the past where I was diligent to protect our day of rest.  The rewards were refreshing.

But here I am untying knots from my busy week and overcrowded mind on the day that I had planned to rest. grrrrr….at myself:-)

Do you take a day of rest each week, or month?  What are your thoughts on a day of rest and how do you stay committed to it?  ( This is not a legalistic question!)

I  love getting to know you!

So….let’s keep it rolling!

What is your favorite holiday, and why?  Please include details…food, decor, weather, whatever!

Tope 3 Favorite movies

(I am writing this all down!)

Top 3 pet peeves (we all have them)  :roll:

Do you own a pet?  If yes, what and name.

If no, why not?  ( i’m just being nosy)

mwah!  (that is a kiss)

Storie

As I sat at my kitchen table this morning, reading and writing, I sipped my french roast coffee (with a touch of creamer, of course) and took a deep breath.

obviously, coffee n- cream refreshes me!

It is still a mystery to me that spending time in the word of God lightens my heart.  I love being reminded of His goodness and grace, and mercies that are new every morning.  It is like air to me.  and water….and sustenance.  There is a restful peace in these simple moments:  I sit at the piano and sing a new song.  I write a friend a hand-written card, and SEND IT!  I pull my girls onto my lap…even though they are almost taller than me!….I sit with Sean and share a cup of coffee….fresh flowers from my garden, a good book…..

What refreshes you, my friend?

On the morning we were to go and get our Christmas tree, I was trying to put on my best Christmas smiley face.  But I was not feeling it inside.  However, the girls were excited, so I  moved forward on their behalf.   I made the chili, the hot cocoa, packed the snacks, and extra socks, scarves and blankets.

On the drive up, the girls were chit chatting, and as usual, Jessie was requesting that we sing Christmas songs.  Usually this is one of my favorite things to do. 

Lord, I really need to hear from you.  Will you send me a kiss?  Something just for me?

“Hark the Herald”, was my request.  Jessie started us out.  We all joined in.  Madeline sang harmony.

When we arrived, Sean made a big fire for us all to keep warm by, and then we set out on the short trek to find a tree.  My little nieces and daughters were all ahead of me.  I was bringing up the tail. 

“where did everyone go?”  I felt too far behind the pack, and was feeling left behind.  I could hear Sean calling to me, “We’re over here babe!”

I made my way through branches heavily laden with snow. One of the kids was right in front of me.  Yeah!  I was catching up!  When all of a sudden a branch came toward me like a swinging door.  Before I knew it I felt the stinging of the needles and snow hitting me right in the face.  The next step I took, I sunk thigh-high in the snow pack.  I just wanted to cry.

I climbed out of the hole, and pressed on. 

Lord, I need you to touch me.   A special gift from you, to me.

I opened the branches.  Peering around the corner, my nieces and daughters were all huddled together.  My littlest niece was sitting on the sled, crying, “myyy….feeet, are…are…cold,  Aunt Storie.”

“Ahh, baby, we will fix it.”  Before I knew it, my maddie was yarding off her boots and saying, “I have an extra pair of socks.”  and then Jessie, “I do to, mama.”

I took off LJ’s boots and socks, and then began to breathe warm air onto her foot.  Maddy grabbed the other one.  Before we knew it, she was laughing.

“Mom!!  MOM!!!  Look!! There are stars everywhere!!  In the trees, in your hair! on our clothes…”

What????  I thought.  Jessie began pointing out the hundreds, if not thousands of cookie- cutter,  perfectly shaped star of david snowflakes.  They were all identical in shape and had 6 perfect points.

“Jesus is kissing us!”  I said to the girls.

I will never forget their little faces looking up at the sky, all bundled up, bright red cheeks, screaming gleefully, “Thank you Jesus!!”

He kissed us all that day, in the midst of us serving one another…..had we not stopped to warm the feet of one, we may have missed His gift all together.

The picture on this post, I happened to find on the internet by typing in a google image search of star of david snowflake!  I have not yet figured out how to upload pictures from my files…I did get a couple of photos…one in hair, and the other on a mitten.  They were so tiny!  When I figure out how to upload, I will post them for you to see!

I can remember one of our first visits to the Fire Station.  Sean had just taken a new job with MFD.  I dressed my girls all up, curled their hair, and convinced them that if they were on their best behavior, that surely daddy would invite us all back again.

We brought in dinner for the shift:  homemade pizza, salad, and chocolate chip cookies.  Everything seemed to be going well,  until my two littlest ones (5 and 6 at the time) came running from the bathroom screaming, “Mommy, mommy, did you see all of those drinking fountains in the bathroom?”  I must have had this look of horror on my face, as all the firemen around began hooping and hollaring!   This “broke the ice” and next thing I knew, one of the firefighters was asking Jessie if she knew any tricks.  She looked toward her dad who gave the approving nod, and next thing I knew she was hiking up her dress showing them all how to do an arm pit fart.

OH Lord, help me.    That was all I could say.

I found out later that they had not touched the “drinking fountains”

Surprisingly, we were invited back to the station again.  They all loved my girls.

What is one of your most embarrassing moments?

I can remember the cool fall morning the call came out.  At our church we call it  “Shout Out”.   It is an email that lists the needs of people in our community. Those who are sick, or in need.

  Sean was on duty that day, but my girls and I responded to the call.   It was for a widow that had just lost husband in a very sudden death at hunting camp.  The call was to help around her property.  I realized then that death does not stop life.  The cows still need to be milked,  apples still need harvesting,  lawns still need to be mowed.

 Life goes on even in death.

We bundled up and headed out to the property.  When we arrived, the men were already blowing leaves and mowing.  Others were putting away things for the winter, or fixing odds and ends.    I could see the widow peering looking through the window periodically.  How can I reach out to her Lord?  What would I say?  I don’t even know her.

We quickly set about our work.  I surveyed the scene and saw multitudes of apples on trees, as well as on the ground.  I gathered up my girls and the other straggling children and we harvested apples.  It took us better than three hours!  

My girls had to use the bathroom at some point, so we knocked on the door to ask if we could come in.  I introduced myself to her friend who opened the door with, “it is so good of you to come and help….. “   her voice trailed off as she glanced over toward the widow.  She looked at me.  I didn’t want her to feel the obligation to say anything to me.  She nodded, agreeing with her friend.  They directed us to the bathroom, and then we quickly headed back outside, not wanting in any way to intrude.

It was a beautiful afternoon.  Mom’s raking leaves, kids jumping in the piles……the property looked great when we finished up.

I hugged my new friend and asked her what she wanted done with the apples.  

“I will probably just give them away.  They will otherwise just sit there and go bad.”

“Can we take them and process them for you?”, I asked her.

“Sure, that would be nice.”  I could tell by her response that she could have gone one way or the other.  There had been too many other decisions to make lately.  Apples were the least of her concern.

Our friends brought the apples to my home in their pick up.  10 five gallon buckets– FULL!!

The next morning I began processing the apples, one bucket at a time.  I realized by that afternoon, that it was going to take me a long time to get through them.  I didn’t want them to go bad.  I called a few of my girlfriends.  By the next morning, they all showed up with thier cutting boards, their favorite knife, and apple peelers ready to work.  I cannot even begin to tell you what happened around that kitchen table on those afternoons.

We laughed, cried, and prayed for our newly widowed friend.  We encouraged one another in our own marriages and as mothers.

By the end of the week, we had processed over 30 quarts of applesauce, and 15 gallon bags of apple pie filling. 

We wrapped the jars up in cloth and a ribbon and delivered them to our friend.  When she opened the door, her eyes filled with tears.  I wonder if she thought we would really come and bring her the goods as we had said.  I know that I had been dissapointed in grief, and I could see that same look of surprise in her.

We sat for a few moments, and embraced wife to wife.  She missed him.  I tried to understand.

Fall was in the air in my home that week.  The fragrance of community.  The seasoning of friendship and shared hearts as we gathered around the widow and the apples…….

I don’t know where my story went!!  I just finished typing it all up, and poof it is gone!  Hmmm……maybe I will rewrite it, or ask the Lord if there is a different story to share.  grrrr……:-)