Eyes of Wonder

"The Squishing...."

It's a nice, and quiet , (the comma after nice means that nice and quiet aren't linked together, right? Okay, good.) easy-goin', lazy kind of day here today. Hmmm....did I mention that Chubb isn't here? Oh, yeah, that's right, I told you all about his new job, down the path, across the field, and up and over the hill, there with Jonathan, at the farm! And well, James, now makes his home down the road and up the hill with Aslaug, and, Joseph, spends his days working, over with, and for, Wesley (who flew the nest, now, long ago). Mmmmm, things just keep getting quieter and quieter and quieter around here, changing all the time! 

The present picture looks like this from where I'm sitting and what I'm seeing: the younger ones, Nicholai, Sophia, Aimaija, and Celeisa, are kind of sprawled and spread over and around the big dining room table engrossed in (to the point of silence--which in the end seems will be somewhat the theme of my day!) making egg carton creations (and they've been at it for over an hour). Rosie, is clicking and clacking in knitting away on a dish cloth, before the fire and near to me (we're in twin chairs), and Julia, is reading aloud to Celeisa, who has just--at long last grown weary of making egg carton creations and long-leggedly crawled up into and onto Julia's friendly receiving arms and lap. They're reading a simple, fine, and one of my favorite children's picture books, "Mrs. Wishy Washy". 

The shine is shining, shining, shining so bright and warm (in stark contrast to the usual snowing, snowing, snowing, and more snowing with little-to-no sun really to be seen), which is making me giddy while at the same time nearly putting me to sleep!. So nice. A gift, as (as I just said, but have to say again--the giddy side of me), the majority of days are more-ly and mostly gray, plain, silent and somber gray, throughout the months of winter here in our world. 

The David Nevue station is playing along nicely on the Pandora Radio (a very thoughtful and enjoyed every day--bright sun or gray--gift from Wesley and Claire). Supper is cooking and making the house smell delicious--as does Chicken Pot Pie. And, it's a big pie, filling up a roasting pan, later amply and warmly, filling all our bellies!

I am so comfortably situated here in my cushy-comfy chair (too comfortably, really, in that twin chair to Rosie's) that's positioned right smack dab in front of the wood stove, with the sun (our enthusiastically  welcomed foreign visitor) streaming in the windows wrapping 'round me and seeping in through my pores and to my core that, honestly, it seems if I never, ever had reason to move or do another thing ever again, I'd be ten times more than okay with that!

Which brings me (well nearly, long-winded, and just tryin' to be honest) to the conclusion of today's weather report and serene sayings of silence and solitude, and sadly, up and out of this chair I've melted-to-melding into, as I have to go and pick up "you know who", at the "you know what", "you know where" (a kindly hint) just down the path, across the field, and up over the hill (though I'll be driving and taking the long road-way around, because I don't have any snowshoes, though I do truly wish that I did, but that's another story for another time's telling! ;o)

So, "the end" (grinning~~ yeah right, then why are you getting this uncomfortable feeling that I've only just begun, and starting to get squirmy in your seat?) what began with Chubb, ends with Chubb, (clicking my tongue) but not really, as this is what I've really been, I think, coming 'round to sayin', cause, it's what I've been thinkin' about a whole lot about lately.

We "squished him out", to be sure (which isn't exactly true, but I'll explain that later, in the end of the end ;o)--though only for a little bit and not completely, for now, which is a mercy-- those number of hours each day, that are good, but at the same time have felt so strange, foreign--like today's long-stayed visit of the sun, during which time I kept again and again finding myself lulled by the quiet, nodding off when I wanted and needed to be on, and too hot and thus figeting-in-uncomfortable, happy for him to be growing and changing, becoming, and making his way, yet continually looking and listening for him for (that no-one-like-him loud-noise-maker) and the way things were, just a week ago, only to remember with a quick-catch that took hold in my stomach and then aggressively moved straight-on to my heart (or was it the other way around?), that he wasn't here, he was off and away (for now, everyday), not here, but over there, elsewhere.

And, though, he's makin' a comeback, as each day he does (and will in about half an hour), sad part is, for me as the mama (that loves them, each one, far more than they may ever know), just as with all the older ones that have and are, ventured and venturing out and off and away, eventually ending up (just where their meant to be, in His time, not mine) settled in elsewhere and on their own, things are changing, organically evolving, becoming what they will and were meant all along to be, and won't ever be just the same. Truth is, that tomorrow won't be today, just as today wasn't yesterday, yesterday was gone, having already been. Today, and all the many moments within it, will never again come my way.

I tend to like so much about things just as they are. The changes don't come easy for me, they never have, and as the Lord knows, maybe they never completely will (but then, maybe that's the way it's suppose to be, a big and critical part of the keep-us-looking-towards-and-longings, for Him the only one who never changes, and for heaven, our hearts only true and everlasting home, a should-be, need-be, part of the way of things). Even far back as when I was a little girl, seems I never too much liked change, yet it always pushed as He pulled, serving to draw me, closer and nearer, ever-towards Him.

I love deep and wide when I love (and I know I'm not alone in this) and not by halves--seems it's not in my nature, and never has been.Trouble is ("red hot"--means well--passionate for life to a fault at times girl, here) I can be prone to loving on my own, in my own, at times, which might seem, because it can feel so good (to my displaced heart, so "made to crave", love, intimacy, validation, security, comfort ) right and okay for a time, until in time the warning signs begin to come and to show, without fail. And....

By His merciful grace--given life and breath through His loving allowance, through circumstance, in relationship, all of my life, every single bit of it--my eyes open wider (childlike wide, even), my vision becomes clearer (and so often those eyes, seeing in some ways like what seems for the very first time, begin to weep at the wonder of it all) and I come to realize (too many times with sorrows, shame, and regrets--but He knows this too, loves me still, and has given me so many brand new tomorrows) that however worthy that sweetest object of my affection might be--and usually is, to me, it's never, ever really right or best, for me or for them, for me to be looking, hoping, longing, desiring to find that which simply cannot be found in any thing or one otherwise, which can only ever be found in Him alone. We can never truly freely love until we are free to love, because our deepest foundational needs for love (and all the much that encompasses) are met in Him.

Resisting change, pushing--at times struggling not to fight, other times giving in and wrestling within--against that which the God who made me, knows and understands me, cares for me more than any other could ever hope to, who is the Sovereign, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Never-Changing One who is LOVE, lovingly, for my good and for the good of all those that I care most for, ALLOWS. His allowings in circumstance and in relationship, things I wouldn't choose for myself, some things I wouldn't have, couldn't have, ever even thought of, because in my humanness and finite understanding they would be so off-putting to me, and seem the antithesis of getting me any where that I might be desiring to go. The things that I might choose, that He says no to, for my good, for the good of all, that He tells me to let go off, put down, and be on my way, and in the letting go and leaving entrust it to Him (with whom we could and should go 'round and 'round in describing and thinking upon in all His incomprehensible to our finite minds wonderfulness, is every single thing that I just throughout this paragraph said that He was!) He loves me. He loves them. He loves you. He loves yours. We will (it's been said before, and I'll say it again) never know another love like His.

"When I have learnt to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now. In so far as I learn to love my earthly dearest at the expense of God and instead of God, I shall be moving towards the state in which I shall not love my earthly dearest at all. When first things are put first, second things are not suppressed but increased." ~~C.S. Lewis (Letters of C. S. Lewis)

And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself

~~ Luke 10:27 And, well, the whole chapter is so beautiful. 

"And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch sa ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."

~~Matthew 25: Verse 40

If only we knew what He knows--which is everything, all the time, backwards, forwards, inside out and upside down, we would wholeheartedly and without reservation do as He tenderly says in His precious word:

"Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity.

Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice." ~~Philippians:4:6-13 and verse 4

 All to say, mostly and once again to myself, sometimes things that are good, not just good, but so right and best, in the process, and in the one day outcome (that we can't always feel or therefore see it for just what it is and will be, because we're not God) come about by hard, wearying, uncertain, confusing, even pain-filled means, disappointments, loss. When they that are do, I'm learning again and again and again, to an always greater degree and sometimes by error and regret, to press into Him, leaning my head upon His breast, because He is love and He loves me.

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples whom Jesus loved.

~~John 13:23

Whoso leaneth on the Lord, happy is he.

~~Proverbs 16:20

Cause me to hear....for on Thee do I lean.

~~Psalms 143:8

What time I am afraid, I will lean on Thee.

~~Psalms 56:3

Trust, according to "Young's Analytical Concordance", means: to lean on, to place the weight of my confidence upon....

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace.....because he leans on thee.....Lean on the Lord forever: for the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength.

~~Isaiah 26:3, and 4

And, in the end, which may really be the end (though not really, 'cause none of this kind of stuff ever really ends, not when we belong to Him), I have to say, it's not really true, we've not "squished Chubb out", no, not us. Not me. Not Rosie, nor Julia.

I often jokingly say when folks marvel at the number of children that I have and then begin to pepper me with questions of the details of who's who, and how old, and where and what, that "we've managed to "boot out" thus and such many, so far".

Truth is, it's been hard for me, the leavings, even the leavings leading up to the leavings in some ways at times. When Wesley left he was 19, and he seemed so young, because he was my oldest I suppose, and well, he'd always been home educated and we'd spent far more than a little time together every single day of his life. He was dear to me beyond any imaginings. No words could say just how so. He left for a year. A whole year, and was 4 hours away. The first day--a shopping day--I cried, and cried, and cried, not just for the leaving, no. I cried from the deepest place inside of me for the knowing, for the knowing that things were changing forever, and would never be the same. It wasn't, and isn't the leavings, especially the by-degree-leavings such as Chubb is making his way through just now, that are the coming change clothed in His tenderness, His mercy, His love, making the being led up to "grand crescendo" something easier to play, something of beauty beyond description. It's the knowing that it's forever change, and that "today" (maybe even more so the long succession of todays) drawing to a close and will never come again.

And, the hardest truth is, it's also the sometimes wishing with all my heart 'til it feels like it's going to burst and hemorrhage all over the place if it wasn't for the running to and "burying of my face in His breast",

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples whom Jesus loved.

~~John 13:23

Whoso leaneth on the Lord, happy is he.

~~Proverbs 16:20

Cause me to hear....for on Thee do I lean.

~~Psalms 143:8

What time I am afraid, I will lean on Thee.

~~Psalms 56:3

that it wouldn't have gone by so fast--faster, it seems, than should have been possible, and that I would have said or done more of this and wouldn't have said or done any of that. It's life and relationship overall, not just with children, but wherever, with whomever, or whatever that might be, that I'm at the time found to be, and through it all the holding loosely-s, the letting be-s and letting go-s, the getting met of my deepest needs and longings in Him as only He is able to meet them, so that my givings will in fact be givings able to be freely given (and not just takings), conditional upon and expecting, nothing, in return. It's the moment by moment, day by day, way of John 15:5:

I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

The way of, in the precious few words of Amy Carmichael:

"In acceptance lieth peace", peace, and a host of other life-changing, generation-affecting, eternally significant, good things, that can really come about by no other means.

"I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me."

For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose.

~~Romans 8:28

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord.

~~Romans 8:38 and 39

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

~~Isaiah 40:11

For the Lord God will help me: therefore shall I not be confounded: therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed......let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon his God.  

~~Isaiah 50:7 and ...10

Therefore the redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy: and sorrow and mourning shall flee away.

I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who are thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and the son of man which shall be made as grass:

And forgettest the Lord thy maker, that hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth.....

~~Isaiah 51:11-13...

 

These two photos came from an old and well worn children's storybook that Julia made many years ago. 

Beneath each photo are her little writings.

Written beneath the first photo are the words: "Rosie, is so strong, and we're squishing Chubb! :o)"

Beneath the other, the words, "He never looked the same after we squished him!! ;o)"

Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Christ Jesus.

~~Philippians 1:6

"The squishing" (I pray to be continuously reminded, and by grace believe by faith), is always and ever only allowed by the One whose self defining character trait is love (I love that and could say it over, and over and over again, never tiring of hearing it), the One who loved me enough to die for me, who lives for me, and who cares for me (and mine--despite whatever circumstances might in their veiling and limited revealings be trying to say and convince me otherwise)throughout ever single moment of every single day, for the rest of my life--for eternity. Nothing, can ever touch my life (or yours) without first being sifted through His hands of love. Nothing ever passes His notice, nor does He lose sight of me (or you) ever, ever, ever, for even for a second. 

Thinking of you and praying for you, wherever you are and wherever life is taking, and on the way holding, for you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you, more than anyone you've ever known or will know, and He loves you, just as you are, and too much to leave you that way. 

Loving you too. Thanks for thinking of and praying for me and mine, tenderly, a one leaning on His everlasting arms, her head on His bosom, Jewels

And, it's really nice being able to spend time together in the "village-like community" of Facebook, there on that Eyes of Wonder page. Thanks, so much for taking the time to come by, it's been great to see your sweet, beautiful faces, and get to visit there. Thanks, most of all, for taking the time to share your own thoughts, your lives, your families with me--I really appreciate and enjoy, am so blessed by the two-way communication that can take place there. Again, your sharings, are a always a gift to me in the receiving. So, thank-you for them, each and every one. 

Throughout this day....

Outside my window... There is cold-cold and much snow, with more yet-to-soon-come our way. Away, over-and-through to just beyond our property is the adjoining property of another--our neighbor and friend. Chubb, is there working at his new-and-presently, for-now job of farmhand, assisting the kind and conscientious, Jonathan, in the management of a large farm and all it's much that needs tending to and doing to be kept running smoothly. Yesterday, was his first day. He was up and off on his way in the earliest morning, having been thoroughly breakfast'd, wished and prayed well, and given a take-along lunch.

Mid morning, Rosie and I made a quick drive over, pulled in, and saw him ambling along looking much the contented, care-free farmer boy (one of many on the long country road of mostly Amish families with many care-free, contented farmer boys), in his Carhartt overalls and coat, and other layered winter woolies. He was warm. Too warm, he straightaway reported, which the concerns of my every wide-awake-and-wondering mother's heart with it's tender sensibilities that had pulled me there in the first place were so pleased to hear--because, it was cold! So, here, today--day number two of his new job--outside my window, beyond the reach of my eye's seeing, but not my heart's vision, is Chubb the Bubb.

I'm so proud of him, out there working hard throughout a good number of hours of the day--cold and snow of a not-so-mild winter, then home, robust and rosy-cheeked, to warmth and welcome, a bit of visiting and sharing of the day's events with the many eager to hear and to share themselves, then on to his studies for a good and focused while.

This is the current plan and way of things, and I marvel at the continual ebbings and flowings, comings and goings, all of our lives lived out individually yet so intimately intertwined; the changes that life holds that in some ways, sometimes, take place nearly indiscernibly while others anything but so, throughout it's many moments, day by day, marking the way to what is to be, that even then and though, will in time simply/and at times simply not so, give way to another ending and the beginnings of yet something else. Outside, for now, the cold cold and snow and more snow, but seasons change, and once again most assuredly, the warmer, kinder, gentler, burgeoning with all-things-new-and-lovely longer days of springtime will come, as they always do. 

I am thinking... That I can't really believe that I'm here, in the beginnings of writing something to share on the blog. It's been so long that doing so feels a bit strange and unfamiliar, while at the same time, like roller skating or riding a bike, or even hitting the road--once warmer weather rolls back around following the more house-boundish days and ways of a winter--and walking for mile after mile after mile, warmly comfortable, instinctively coming back to me and enjoyed, thought by thought, letter by letter, word by word.

Just thinking about life being made up of countless precious relationships, the communication moments--from the seemingly superficial and fleeting to the deeper and far more intimate, and unique and varied exchanges that make those relationships happen and grow. Thinking about the wonder and workings of it all taking place not just here at home and beyond in the face-to-face, but via the vastness of the internet--blogging, facebook--overall, and desiring to find my way in my way. As always, it is good to be here,and maybe, yeah, maybe, it's just a matter of thinking through and feeling out just how....

I am thankful for... God's grace and intricate never-let-go and never-ending deep work in my own life and in the lives of the many of those that I love and care about.

For His love--and all things beyond-my-understanding-of-wonderful that flow out from it,

ceaselessly--whether I feel deserving, and despite the fact that I am in fact and in deed woefully and truthfully, not, in and on my own.  

How beautiful, His grace, that bought me and sought me, covers me and carries me, and is keeping me and making me, His own. I hold fast to the knowing (and by faith believing) that He is ever and forever the same, never changing in His love towards me (and how I do like and love and thank Him that it's so), always desiring my good and best, and working within and without (despite me and my unfaithfulness) to bring it to pass.

I'm thankful, most of all, today and every day, that I am my Beloved's and He is mine, because of who and how He is.

I am wearing...A soft, black knit a-line skirt (my favorite, most comfy, and well-worn), with black tights and a lavender cross-over top, my friendly and familiar things of everyday--favorite sterling dangling earrings crafted by a beautiful local artisan that just the thought of makes me smile, my gifted fancy watch that's not really me, but was so thoughtfully kind in the giving of that it has come to be, and my dear old danecraft  sterling lily pad bracelet. My Dansko clogs are kicked off on the floor beside me and my legs are snugged-up crossed beneath me while I type, listening to music playing and the chatter of the younger children busily doing some math problems on their own with a bit of Julia's overseeing.

I am remembering... A dear and beautiful friend, Shelly, once so full of life and liveliness that recently went home to be with the Lord after a fast and ferocious, heroic battle against cancer--a brain tumor. Thoughts of her and her precious husband, Bob, also my very dear friend (who is now making his way along, by God's grace, without this one that he so deeply and dearly loved and enjoyed, having shared a lifetime of so priceless and humanly irreplaceable much with) have filled my mind and heart much of the morning. Welling up to overflowing sweetness in the remembering turning to sadness in the knowing that all that's remembered is for now, in the way that it was, no more, and it all being turned over and offered up in prayers to the One that is able to gently though profoundly work and affect deep on the inside (where the hurt of loss is "ocean deep and wide") as no one else is able. Please, if and as the Lord brings Bob to your heart and mind--me having shared here now--do pray for him, won't you? And, for beautiful Kathy, as well, also having said a heart's too soon farewell for now, as I'm sure she is missing life as she knew and loved it with George, the beloved potter, more than any words could ever say. 

I am going...to be sewing a skirt or two today, Lord willing and I hope! The very same type of skirt that I'm here sitting Indian-style wearing as I write, re-purposing some knit fabric from some old but lovely Hanna Andersen clothings that I no longer wear, but am glad that I've held on to. I'm also going to read aloud to the little ones and hopefully write a couple of letters. Whatever I do, know that I'll be doing it .snugged in close to the warmth of the wood stove. That is a given. No doubt one of us will bake some cookies or a cake as is the nearly every day way, and I'll be eating some of that, too (if you came by you could eat some too, and I would most likely sew you up one of these simple skirts as well ;o)!

I am currently reading...and nearly finished with a wonderful book by Lysa Terkeurst, "Made To Crave". It's wrung me out and filled me up, made me think and think some more, long for more of Him (who loves me truly, deeply, selflessly and entirely), repent and weep deepest hands-held-over-my-face, gasping for breaths in sorrow and regrets from-the-inside-out torrents of tears, as He used Lysa to lovngly but firmly illuminate that which only He knew needed illuminating.... What a blessing the making of my way through has been. George, that Papa here, casually mentioned it to me one day after having heard Lysa share on the radio on his way home from work. Though that was all I knew of it, I somehow knew it was meant to be for me (and maybe for you too--I mean, how often do I blog, and here I am, up and out of the blue sharing it with you! ;o). I'm reading several others too, but for now, I think the mentioning of just this one will do.

I am hoping...to re-visit a church that we went to this past Sunday. From the first moments of walking in I liked it straightaway, more than a little. There was a beautiful woman that immediately caught my eye, beyond beautiful, really, because she smiled so much at so many. I don't know that there's anything quite so beautiful to me as a one, any one, that smiles freely and often at many, the overflow of their heart speaking volumes with nearly no need of words. How I love that. What a gift in the giving, is the acknowledgement of and approval expressed towards the many, many longing for just such to be so, is the sweetest gift of a warmly sincere smile and loving eyes looking out from behind it. She softly and quietly made her way around from one to another of dear ones that didn't escape the notice of her tender eyes, and themselves smiled beneath the warmth of her way. The church is the people and there were so many, so precious, there in that place. The preaching was some of the best I'd ever heard and I can't wait really, to hear it again. I had to keep biting my lip and fighting back tears, I was so moved and affected by the Word of God being shared as it was. Before leaving, that sweet smile made it's way my way, and honestly, it was one of those moments of meeting a one that you somehow feel  you've known always, and even if you never would have met them you would have spent your life missing them in that place unique and set apart place where they would have been.

I'm also, hoping (which is mostly praying), that my dear, sweetest (of women and) friend (to so many), Melissa, (and all those so precious to her of hers) are getting little-by-little, day by day, by His loving grace and provision, through the transition and over to "the other side" of the making of their way into their lovely new home, near to Katie. How very often they come to my heart and mind--for my sake, and for theirs (truthfully and sadly--though not for me, and God understands all the whys, mostly for mine. xo). What a beautiful, beautiful family, nuclear, extended, and beyond (and that would be me and mine)....

On my mind... These simple words "It's never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early of late he's always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!"~~-Kenneth Graham. I've spent some treasured and memorable time the past couple of weekends, each with a different family of very dear friends, and have spent many of the moments in-between-times pondering the idea and out-workings of friendship (that leaves you with the no-other-quite-like-it feeling of having been friended), what it is and how and why. What makes a friendship special and why it would be so.

Seems, a friend likes you just as you are, and enjoys you, because of (without a doubt who they are as well as) who you are. A friend, is sincerely glad to see you or hear you, and lights up at the sight of you or the sound of your voice making your/or it's way, his or her way. A friend knows you--beyond superficial (by degrees and ever longs to know you more), because they listen to you and hear you, and thoughtfully respond to you by turns, in return.

A friend graciously and non judgementally knows what you meant to say even though you may not have said it well, though only the best that you could. A friend, takes what you offer--the good and the not so good--and sifts it all through their greater and sensitive understanding of you overall, and their heart of love, covering you, believing in you, desiring God's very best for you and for yours in every single way. A friend, makes sacrifices of their time and giftings, as best and as often as able--who they are and what they have, and finds joy in return simply in the doing so. The tip of the iceberg of my ponderings. How very grateful I am for the love and shared lives of my friends (among whom are many of you, and for this I thank you, far more than just thank-you).

Noticing that...I've already quickly typed 2064 words! 

Pondering these words... Always pondering words. And, speaking of words (holding out Life) and friends and the loving of and being loved by, God gifted me with these words, just yesterday and held me close, quieted my heart, and loved me through them. These, simple words, of my beloved sister and friend (and many of yours, too) beautiful Ann, with no need of the fancifulness of the "e", Voskamp, there at that quiet place of the (softly real, embracing and healing) "Holy Experience", "Whatever happens today--this is the Plan..."

In the kitchen... Rosie and Julia, are finishing up the makings of supper (which, in the words of Rosie, is "chicken stew, herb-y twisted bread sticks and homemade tapioca pudding for dessert...mmmm!" ;o), the table will soon be set, and in a short time we'll all be gathered 'round, sharing in food and loud and lively "jibber and jabberings"--the sharings of more than a few of those now out and about throughout the day/s making their way home and back to the ones that have remained and been busy here. So much to tell, so  much to hear. I just the other day read through all the text of a cookbook (and went over all the delightful recipes) that I so enjoyed--all in one sitting--of the value and pleasures of the time honored "family meal table". Maybe, in time, time will ajllow for me to share some of the so very much worthy of sharing from it's lovely pages. 

Around the house...The shift is taking place, as one by one, those away begin making their way back home and into "the fold"--as always, a celebrated greatly anticipated time of the day. The wood stove warms on, as does the music play. Much has been done and made, and read and said. Though louder this time is also quieter, as another day, well-lived with countless-much to be thankful for, begins to draw to it's still a good many hours in the getting there, close .

One of my favorite things...Without a doubt or any thought whatsoever, people, people, people. How grateful I am for the priceless gift of each and every one that God sees fit to put in my way, and me in their's. Through them (and them, being so many of those of you, as well, among the them), each uniquely, touches and affects my life in a way that only they could. Though admittedly, not always easy, and sometimes beyond-painfully hard heart-wise (though the least of all and not often, and even through those nearest, dearest, and best, as God knows just how to get where He's wanting to go--deep inside ;o), it's through the gift of people--each so dear, that we learn and grow, are challenged, held, encouraged, inspired, loved, and changed by, by His grace in and towards and through us all. 

The photo above...The somewhat quiet spot (the "Mother Ship", remember?)that I revisited as windows of time allowed, several times throughout today, this day, where and when I sat cross-legged like that big "five-year-old-that-never-has-a-birthday" kid (inside of me), and quickly typed out these many words (two thousand, nine hundred and nineteen words to be exact--*whew*, typepad says so! ;o) I now hit send on, and leave here with you.

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by and visit once again, though I've been so long away. Thinking of you-each one, that  makes your way here, and smiling at you softly, with much love, Jewels

P.S. I have thought much about the blog, and my failure to do so, and in doing so, this: I've set up an "Eyes of Wonder" page on FB, in hopes that I can be more faithful in sharing there (and not just sharing, but interacting, than I've been able to be through the blog), and through there, meet up with those of you that I'm blessed to  know already, and those that I can and would look forward to coming to know, through FB, and then go on to be really-truly friends with (and share more freely and intimately with) through my regular FB account. Do come visit with me there, if you have a FB account and find you might have the time and inclination--it would be your gift to me. Sincerely, Jewels

Many thanks to Peggy, for coming up with the great idea of "The Daybook" (creative, community--inspiring bird that she is, and has always been) and for taking the time to host it and spread the good word. Miss you, my friend. Thinking of you, always with much love. xo

Home Sweet Home

It's been an especially wonderful week with my dear mom and dad here, but, they'll be leaving early Thursday morn, and here and there throughout today I could feel that small rumbling of sadness that will grow and grow 'til their all-too-soon going, stirring in my heart. 

I've been "drinking them in" as best I've been able, each day that I've been blessed to have them here with me and mine. I'm sure they're more than a little tired, from the long trip, and the days overflowing with lots of activity, and I know it *always* feels so good to be back *home* when you get there, but, I sure will miss them when they go.

Claire and Wesley, have been here each day with Josie, Maggie, and Georgie. How sweet the fellowship, how good the food, the singing, the sewing, the stories and laughter, the simply being together, has been. But, tonight, we're here all by our lonesomes, as *Grandma and Grandpa* have made their way over to Claire and Wesley's, for supper.

Wesley and Claire, have been busy doing a lot of work on their wonderful home. They've put a huge porch on the front and are putting "adirondack" siding on the whole house. You know, that beautiful siding that when it's cut at the mill has the bark left on the edges. My favorite siding. so cozyish, hobbit house-like. They'll be topping it all off with a cheery red metal roof. 

Our Amish friend, Rudy, has been working on it all with Wesley, Joseph, and Chubb each day. James, has been over to work a number of days, too, (but is also busy with preparations for his own home for his lovely soon-to-be bride, Aslaug/Abbie/Austin/my friend).

I love watching them grow in their life, as a family. God is so good, indeed. How nice it will be when all is said and done. A lovely little homestead-about 13 acres of tucked-away country quiet. But, most special of all, is that Claire has always been so content, wherever they've been with whatever they've had. What a precious woman she is, always taking note of and grateful for, the many blessings that the Lord continually bestows upon them, in every way.

Rosie, kindly put together a gathering of photos from the week that I thought I'd share. A little bit of the visit with my mom and dad, so you could "meet them". Stan and Judy, two of the very most wonderful people in the entire universe (warm and friendly, open-hearted mid-westerners, hailing from Wisconsin). I am so blessed to be able to call them *my very own*.

Oil lamp-light, throughout rainy day, after rainy day.

A stack of Uncle Wiggily's.

A nice-and-old cook book that Grandma gifted to Rosie. Dated 1915. She can't wait to try out the recipes.

Dinner table, set with the gift of my grandma's dishes, and streams of sunlight that made a wondrous showing the day my folks arrived. Actually, both of my grandmothers had these very same Currier and Ive's dishes. They had bit-by-bit collected them at the grocery store. I remember well the many meals that were shared around both of their tables, using these old friendly dishes. How thankful I am to have them. We use them nearly every day for a meal or two.

Another day, another meal, and Celeisa, waiting for supper.

Claire, making chocolate chip cookies with the little gals,while over for a visit with grandma and grandpa. How about that littlest curly-haired, cutie-popper on her back :o)

Josie-Licka.

I could eat *him* up!

This handsome bird (and storyteller extraordinare) is my dear, loving dad.

Josie, and Auntie Celeisa :o)

Rosie, at the piano.

Julia, at rainy-day reading.

"Curly McDimple", eating Auntie's cornbread. 

This sweet, gentle, beautiful (inside and out) woman--yes, I'm proud and thankful to be able to say--is my mama :o)

Jude, with the girlies.

And, Stan-the Man. They're also known as, Jude and the Dude :o)

Claire, dubbin' on Grandma, lovingly massaging her shoulders and back. Grandma did hers, too. Man, two real sweeties, hunh.

Wesley, kindly took us bowling. My mom is a really great bowler, who has bowled on a league for years and years. We, on the other hand, were a total disgraceful shame to the sport. We *were* sport. My dad, said that he'd never seen any guys get as excited about gutter balls as my guys did. It was a blast.

The boys (Chubb, James, Joseph, and Wesley, with little tiny Grandma sandwiched in-between) getting advice from the expert, who was very patient, and not at all condescending,  considering the *gigantic* challenges she was being faced with!

Joseph. Is that the ball *landing* half-way down the lane? Nope, it's (landed half-way down the lane and headed and went straight) in the gutter :o)

Chubb. Whose style was uniquely *different*, er-um, I mean *different from Joseph's* ;o)

Grandma, knew just which ball to use. We, just made sure we could lift it, and our fingers didn't get stuck in the holes!

There she is, in action, with all eyes on her !

*Then*, after.....Wesley, likewise treated us to the best burger place around, Five Guys. Unbelievably good burgers and fries! I know, I know, you're (secretly) wishin' that Wesley was one of *your* children or grand children. Mmmmm....yeah (wait 'til those little ones grow up. I'm tellin' you, it just gets better and better and better. It's true), big huge heart, bowling, *and* burgers!

Wonderful reviews; newspaper and magazine write-ups all over the walls.

Joseph and Big Papa, loading up on the condiments, waitin' for the spuds and the beef.

The boys, wowing over the mile-long receipt (at Wesley's big-hearted expense. Love that guy/and his gal)!.

Then, in the end, home again, home again, jiggety-jig. Because, as I said in that far-off-and-long-ago beginning of this post, wonderful as it can be to journey away, for hours, a week, for a day, in the end, and in the words of Dorothy, 

"there's no place like home", is there. 

I do hope this note finds you and yours doing very well.

 The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:  The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:  The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

Numbers 6:24-26

Thanks again for sharing in our joy of soon welcoming precious Aslaug (back) into our family, and for praying for me--it meant/and means a great deal to me.

Thinking of each dear ones that comes by, and praying for you and yours too. Thanks again, most sincerely, for praying for me and mine.

Lovingly, Jewels

Guess What!

We are such *kindred spirits* (I loved her way before James had ever even *met* her, I did ;o) that I know that dear Aslaug will not mind (one teeny-weeny-tiny bit) me swooping on her post from her blog, and sharing their joy here--straight from "the horse's" mouth :o) She hasn't been here, in the US, for nearly a year (and a year's a long time when you're in love, is it not?), and we have missed her so much. 

As she shares in her post, the wait isn't entirely over yet, *but* this is the big news that they have been waiting for, and the beginning of, the end and a whole new beginning.

Many, many  thanks to all of you that prayed for and encouraged them, during this long time of waiting for the visa to come through. It was, and is, kind of you to care. 

lovingly, Jewels

 

 

No, we didn't have a baby, (this is my adorable little cousin, about ten days old in this photo) * * Yes, WE GOT THE VISA!!! * * * DID ANYONE MISS THAT?? * * * We Got The Visa!!! * * * Not that this means the waiting is over. We still have to wait for it to be sent to the NVC and for them to send it to the Embassy and for the Embassy to send me a big heavy letter with information I'll have to get appointments and tests done, I have to contact the Embassy, they have to schedule an interview, I have to go to the interview, and THEN, we're ALMOST THERE.... * * But who cares about all that? I'm SO SO SO EXCITED at the thought of being there *soon*. * The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. Psalm 28:7 * * It came through on August 17, six months to the day from the application was accepted. However, I wasn't aware of it till last night... Wow, thank you all of you for your prayers, for your sweet, kind notes. I am so very thankful. I'll keep you updated, and Raquel, I WILL tell that story, soon, stay tuned =) =) * * åslaug abigail

Safe in the Arms of Jesus

"Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast.

There by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, 

Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there.

Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast,

There by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest."

Fanny Crosby

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"Sleep on, Beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; 

Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour's breast;

We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best.

Good-night, Beloved, good-night.

Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep;

But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;

Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep.

Good-night, Beloved, good-night.

Until eternal glory lights the skies,

Until the dead in Jesus shall rise,

And He shall come, but not in lowly guise.

Good-night, Beloved, good-night.

Only "Good-night," Beloved not farewell! 

A little while, and all His saints shall dwell

In hallowed union indivisible.

Good-night, Beloved, good-night."

Sarah Doudney

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Dear Ones, this most precious brother and friend made his way safely *Home*, to the waiting arms of Jesus, just this morning. My tears, are an intermingling of sadness with much joy and thankfulness, in his Home-going: he is no longer here in this life/he'll know no more suffering, sorrow, or tears, ever again, juxtaposed. Tears In knowing assuredly, that he is most truly and perfectly, at peace and rest. But, also in, I have missed him, I miss him, and will continue to miss him until I am blessed to one day--in a most joyous reunion, see him again, and knowing how incredibly much more will his precious own. I weep, also and especially, hurting--with, and for, them, his beautiful family, in their very real and great loss of one so treasured. So loved. One they were deeply, tangibly, loved, and treasured by. I can only imagine how through-and-through-tired they must be, from all the sorrows they, this long-hard-while, have had to make their way through. May Jesus fill their tender, weary, aching and longing hearts to overflowing, with His life and love, His comfort; through those that do, and will--through daily contact, touch their lives, but also, and especially, in *the deepest* places and ways, that only He is able, by His Spirit.

When Alyson wrote me this morning to share that her sweet father had closed his eyes to this life, she also said, thank-you, for praying. 

Please, do continue to hold their family close, in and through your prayers, won't you. I know they'll covet them in the moments and days, presently and ahead, as they continue to find their way--by God's loving grace--through the deep sadness of "good-night", and the journey along into this next season of life without him (dear husband, father, friend) physically there, by their sides. 

Thank-you, for all the very loving notes you've left for them so far--very much. Thank-you for your words of tenderness and encouragement, of comfort and love. Thank-you for praying. Yes, thank-you for praying.

Lovingly, Jewels

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This mortal dies, ---

But, in the moment when the light fails here, 

The darkness opens, and the vision clear

Breaks on his eyes,---

The veil is rent,--

On his enraptured gaze Heaven's glory breaks,

He was asleep, and in that moment wakes.

John Oxenham

Saturday Update from Alyson--George, the Potter. Asking for prayer for a very dearly-loved friend.

A Simply Lovely Life

A note, today, Saturday, from dear Alyson. Thanks *very* much for continuing to hold them close in love, through your prayers. I know they covet them just now. Tenderly, Jewels

"Jewels: My dad remains the same. My mother is advocating for his return home with the assistance of Hospice, by Wednesday of next week. However, my dad has voiced his feelings of being more comfortable remaining at the hospital. One of his doctor's told my sister, Jennifer, yesterday that we need not worry about him going home because he does not believe that my dad will be alive by the time it is all arranged. He is very tired and hopes to go *HOME* soon. Thank you for your prayers. I read my dad the email you sent to me and he had tears in his eyes. He thinks a lot of you and your beautiful family. With Much Love, Alyson"

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I'm not quite sure how long it might take for the "small stone in the water" fact-that-I've-actually-blogged-again, to "ripple it's way through the great big sea", of blogland, but, I do hope, for the sake of the reason that I'm presently here, that a good number of you dear ones will soon find your way by.

Those of you that have visited your way through the blog, and therefore a good measure of my day-to-day life, for a good long while, will remember a most precious friend and his beautiful family. And, you may well recall that this beloved friend, George, has been living with the ongoing ravages of cancer and it's treatments, within his now, so fragile and failing  body, with those he loves dearest and best right there by his side.

So many of you have, with sincerest love and care, written to me and asked, both while I was still actively blogging, and, while I've been away, how George *was*, and how you could pray. Well, I received a note from George's lovely daughter, Alyson, only today, though she sent it on Saturday. George, was admitted to the hospital last week--having never recovered well from a surgery that he underwent. He's very weak, and the doctors are surprised that he's still holding on--to this life. It's been a long, hard road and some of the most difficult moments of--it seems for certain, farewell, for now, are at hand.

George asks, please, that you would pray, *for God's peace that passes all understanding to fill his heart to overflowing* during this time. Please do pray, won't you?--for George, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known, and for his likewise equally wonderful, and *beautiful* family.

Please, feel free to leave any notes that you might like, here, for George, his sweet wife, Kathy, and their treasured daughters. I'm going to write, Alyson, again, and ask her if it would be all right to share a snail mail address with everyone, in case any might feel led to put a note/anything of tender care and comfort, in the mail to them.

Following, is a re-post of the lovely day, now so long ago, when I introduced you to them all, and the magical world of a man, among the most genuinely warm, kind, giving, loving *of* men--my "brother" in Jesus, and friend, George, the Potter. Praying, with you all, that Jesus will hold him (and his) closer-than-close, by His Spirit, 'til he welcomes him, tenderly, into *His* own loving arms, and *George's weary heart, mind, and body's true home*. 

A soft smile (through many tears), and loving hello to each one of *you*. Thanks, very much, for taking the time to come by even though I have been so very long away. Truth is, I do hope to be back to blogging again, soon. Thanks for your ever-kind and caring thoughts of letting me know that I'll always be welcomed back, if and when I do.

Today, is mine and Big Papa's, 26th wedding anniversary, first-born Wesley's 25th birthday (as he was born on our one year anniversary :o) AND, little Georgie's 1 year birthday (as *he* was born on our 25th anniversary, and *his* "Big Papa's" 24th birthday :o). 

Thanks *very much* for praying and expressing love and care--as the Lord leads, to George, Kathy, and their family.

Lovingly, your *old* (closer-than-I-ever-was, to *half-way* to.....sssshhhhhh.....whispered, *100* ;o)

Jewels

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About 6 years ago, Big Papa and I, met a very precious couple at a buzzing arts and crafts fair, in a lovely local park. Nicholai, now 7, was on Big Papa's back in a backpack, and I, was carrying Sophia, in my womb. The other children were strolling along beside us.

George and Kathy, were sitting aside in the most friendly way, amidst shelf after shelf of the most delightful pottery--much of it the loveliest shade of green, my favorite color. I would be one who would typically walk through the entire event drinking in all the creativity and loveliness, and come away having actually bought nothing at all. Well, this in mind, I had no sooner entered their booth when my eyes clapped on the most incredibly beautiful large bowls, that had been molded around rhubarb leaves. I quickly made my way towards one of them, whilst mentally claiming it as my own. Well, there was a fair-sized crowd gathered 'round in George and Kathy's tent, and it seems I wasn't the only one that had taken an immediate fancy to George and Kathy's exquisite rhubarb bowls. No sooner had I stepped back to consider the purchase with Big Papa, than a young gal grabbed *my* (the nerve--can you imagine? :o) bowl and squealed with delight over the fact that she had just found *the most perfect wedding present*. My head of course went into a bit of a swirl as I stood processing what had just transpired----mouth a-gape, all I could think was, "I don't even know you, and I'm already married!!" :o)

Interestingly enough, it was at right about that moment that I started to feel really lightheaded and began to pass out (*you* would have too, under the circumstances, right??! :o)  I managed to softly say that I was about to do so, and Kathy, dear kind, gentle soul that she is, quickly grabbed a stool for me to sit down on and took me under her wing for a bit, making me feel entirely at home (while I recovered from the gal making away with my rhubarb bowl! :o) The truth is, that I nearly always have a near fainting episode at the beginning of each pregnancy, and I thought it was terribly good of the Lord to use it to my advantage, to tie sure heart-strings with George and Kathy! He is surely the most creative of all, yes? Yes, indeed! How kind.

One aspect of the meeting that made it especially special for all of us in our family, straightaway from the onset, was the fact that even at that time, Julia and Chubb both had a sincere desire to learn to throw pottery. Well, with 10 children and a very busy family life from day-to-day, one of the primary things that we have chosen to do, is wait, in just about every area that would have had me spending a lot of time outside the home, and out-and-about in the car, for lessons. I know not everyone chooses this route, but because it would have been lots of time traveling to and from lessons if each one was involved in lessons of some type, and we really desired to have a slower rhythm to our days, we chose to wait until the children were older, had a sustained expressed interest in something, and a would find pleasure in learning it. This has worked out very well for us. Both Rosie and Julia had an interest in the piano and now that they are older. It has worked out nicely for them to be able to go, together, to take lessons from a dear friend, nearby. They have learned so quickly and it's such a blessing to see them love to practice--of their own accord, and listen to them play, throughout each day.

Well, another long-lived area of interest for a couple of the children was pottery, for Julia and Chubb. It has actually been a burning desire for quite a long while for them, to try their hand/s at it and hopefully come into a situation where they could begin to acquire and develop the skill.

So, time went by and we periodically spoke with George and Kathy over the phone. At one point I spoke with George, a very precious brother in the Lord, and was so sad to learn that he had cancer--cancer of the appendix, and his appendix had ruptured. This was good in that it was through the ruptured appendix that the cancer was discovered, but at the same time devastating, because the rupturing caused the cancer seeds to spread throughout his body. Our family prayed each day for George and Kathy and their dear family, as they made their way through this very difficult time

Some time following the surgery and treatment we were truly (far more than words could possibly express) overjoyed to see George and Kathy, once again at the same arts and crafts fair, now a couple of years later. I finally got my incredible rhubarb bowl , plus another large thrown bowl, and, George and Kathy also kindly gifted me with a beautiful medium-sized bowl to add to my treasured collection. My eyes kept filling with tears throughout the visit, because I was so thankful that the Lord had seen them through, and George, though still tired and weak, was getting well. We parted with hugs and the hopes of soon getting together for a picnic as well as George having very kindly offered to hold a pottery session for Julia and Chubb (he actually entirely welcomed *any* and all of the children that might have an interest), as soon as he felt well enough.

Well, time flew by as it has a way of doing and before we knew it several more years had passed. Big Papa, called George on the phone just a couple of weeks ago, only to discover that after 3 years of being cancer free, the cancer is back. Just a bit over 5 weeks ago, George underwent surgery, again, and is presently going through chemo. Following the surgery the surgeon gave Kathy a very discouraging prognosis. Perhaps the most devastating news her heart could hold and be presently carrying.

They are praying, and many are praying, with, and for them. They love the Lord with all their hearts and realize that He, most tenderly, holds their lives, both George and Kathy's in His hands. As each of us--only in part--if we or one we love has never passed through such a thing, can imagine, this is a very difficult time of uncertainty, that they and their family are having to pass through just one day at a time. They'll be leaving for a large alternative cancer treatment center in the country, on August 13th. The people there have been most supportive and kind, which has been a great comfort and blessing. During this trip, George, will have a pet scan done, to determine the extent of the cancer. I'd like to ask each of you dear ones to please join us in the days ahead, praying for George, for complete healing, if the Lord wills--as we know that God is able, and/or for God's loving grace to be poured out upon them, day and night; His peace that passes all understanding--to overflowing, His joy unspeakable--supernaturally, in the midst of circumstances, and His tender Father-love to cocoon them as they go moment-by-moment through each coming day. If you'd like to leave them a loving note of encouragement here, and let them know that you are praying for them, I'll be sure the notes get passed along to them. Thank-you, truly, more than words can say.

Despite having just recently had surgery, George very kindly welcomed us over to their warm, lovely home, for a pottery session for the two **really--wanna--be** potters. So, Rosie, Julia, Chubb, all the little ones and I, loaded into the van and set out on our way. The air was filled with excitement--it was *palpable*! Honestly, I can't really tell you how exciting even the thought of the whole thing was for Chubb and Julia. James, remarked to Big Papa, the night before as Chubb was scurrying around doing all he possibly could to get things situated for the next day, "I've never seen Chubb so excited about anything!". It was so entirely true. My heart was about to burst with excitement because, as their mother, I was so happy for them.

When we arrived, I asked if it would be all right for *everyone* to get out for a just a couple of minutes to take a quick poke around the potter's shop and get a peek at the wheels, etc.... George, looked at me and said, "Absolutely! You can *all* stay the *entire* time (I had planned to have Rosie take the little ones in the van for a spin, and perhaps to a park, while I stayed with Julia and Chubb, and the baby). So, wriggling with delight, the little ones hopped out and we made our way in through their very inviting, artistically arranged, cosy home, met one of their four dear daughters and her precious son.

Well, just so you get a real true feel for where I'm headed here, let me just pause to say, that George had a great big pot of beef stew simmering on the stove. that he had been preparing for a family gathering arranged for the following day. Most of the veggies were right straight from their garden. It smelled delicious inside the house, and was so homey and wonderful!

The day that followed was, with absolutely no exaggeration, one of the very most beautiful days of mine, and the the children's entire life. It was so incredibly God-arranged that I had to fight back tears on and off throughout it. George and Kathy, are two of the most sincerely open, free, kind, caring, and giving people I've ever met.

I've been praying about writing this post, the past few days, as my heart has been so acutely aware of all that dear George and Kathy are presently passing through, and the very sensitive nature of the situation, and also, because it was so special to my children, that I wanted to record it in a way that they could hold onto it--that we all could, and remember it, *for always*. But, the truth is, even without all the photographs, I'm sure that each one of us will. It was so very beautiful, we couldn't but. What began as a pottery lesson, blossomed into 6 hours of really indescribable sweetness. God reached out and loved my children and me as an individual, and as a mother, in the most incredibly tangible way.

The potter's wheels were set up beneath two large maple trees. Flowers were blooming in profusion, everywhere. They had a huge yard, a large fruitful garden, a tree house, a hammock, little ride-on tractors, and above all, wide-opened hearts of true hospitality and love, to overflowing. I love them both and feel so privileged to be able to call them my friends.

Kathy, was at work when we arrived and at one point George had to leave for an appointment and so left us there entirely *at home*, in their home, by ourselves, to bask in the ongoing gift of the day. About an hour later, Kathy arrived home and it was so wonderful to see her. She is a very beautiful woman with a sincerely sweet, gentle spirit and servant's heart overflowing with love. George, like Kathy, has a very laid-back, gentle, easy way and a radiantly merry heart. I only wish each one of you could meet them, in real life. You'd be so blessed. Kathy, lavished sweet hospitality upon us, in a warm, motherly way.

So, here are photos from the day, this past Friday, to share with you all. I loved nearly every photo of the nearly 350 photos that I took that day. I loved seeing the deep concentration, fascination, and appreciation, on the faces of the potters while the free-flowing, carefree, lovely liveliness of everyone and everything else buzzed around them--so much life, joy, and beauty, within the sunlight and warmth of the gift, of one single, special, set-apart summer's day. The photos, perhaps more so than any others I've ever taken, so truly captured the heart and soul of the day, in nearly every way. George, is a very gifted potter, that loves what he does--he so loves and celebrates life, overall. Two of my children have a burning desire within them to become skilled in the very same, and are so privileged to have him so graciously and kindly for each time that he is able, take them under his wing. At one point, about 3 hours into the time that he spent sitting at this wheel, I leaned over to Chubb in the old friendly, motherly (tell me everything) way, and said in confidence, "Chubby, do you like it as much as you thought you would?? Is it as wonderful as you imagined it would be??"

And, he looked into my eyes with his own sparkling and said, with such sincerity, "oh Mom, it's a thousand times more wonderful than I ever would have dreamed that it could have been. I just love it!"

Again, I found myself fighting back tears. "Thank-you, God. Thank-you so very much.".

The pottery shop was enchanting. George and Kathy, invited the children to pick raspberries and beans--what a joy. We left their home with the gift of the loan of a potter's wheel, a book to borrow, plans for a homemade potter's wheel--which Chubb and James, plan to make, and Chubb is over the moon about! The gift of 50 lbs of clay, 2 of George's beautiful pottery bowls (some of which you will see them using as they work at the wheels, in the photos) filled with supplies, a beautiful extruded pottery vase for me, and a lovely artistic extruded mug for Big Papa--that he was so incredibly thrilled to receive. By the end of the day, Julia and Chubb, had completed 3 amazing bowls each, and a mug for Julia as well, under George's gifted tuteledge.

I have been so excited about sharing this day with you guys and so anxious to ask you all to pray, as I know you surely will. Thanks for being so sincerely caring and loving.

So, here are just a few of my favorite photos from the day, from beginning to end. Since I haven't shared too many photos in the past couple of posts I feel free to share a good number--the very least amount I believe, that would be worthy of one of the very, very, loveliest of days.

George and Kathy, if you're here, I love you both, and we are thinking of you and praying for you, throughout each day. Thank-you, for being you, and for allowing God to live and love and bless us immeasurably, through you. It was a gift we'll treasure, for always.

Thanks for sharing in our joy, everyone. Much love to each one of you, tenderly, Jewels















George washed these the night before, for the children to wear.















Both George and Chubb's hands. I love this shot. I love them all.

















Beautiful, kind, gentle-spirited, Kathy.









Picking beans in the garden.





























































But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

Isaiah 64:8

Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall not wither, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

Jeremiah 17: 7-8

As a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are but dust.

Psalm 103: 13-14

More than anything, thank-you, thank-you, for praying for George and Kathy and their precious family, as they make their way through these days of uncertainty, ahead--trusting with all their hearts in the very One that made them, knows them through and through, loves them, and holds them, tenderly in His hands.

Have a lovely day, tomorrow.
With much love, your friend, Jewels

~Hello~

Hello to you all , after a long silence.

This is Rosie. 

My Mom asked me to write a blog post and give you all a little update as to how we are, and what we have been up to.

First of all. 

My Mom is still hoping to blog at some point, but right now the Lord just has her in a place in her life where she has other priorities and has had to put blogging (and emailing) on hold.  She has asked me to let you all know that she says hello, and so enjoys all your sweet and caring notes.

The BIG news.....

Many of you will remember  åslaug , well, she and James are engaged! 

She is a sweet, wonderful, loving, caring, godly young woman, and we are so glad to have her as part of our family.

As to the wedding, we do not know when it will be, as  åslaug is still in Norway waiting for her visa to come through.  As soon as it does she will be on her way, over to James, and to get ready for the big day!

Please be praying for them.

James with åslaug's  parents,  Anita, and Tore.

They came in April to visit our family, and to meet everyone.

(In January James, Wesley and I went to Norway, to meet åslaug's family, but that is another blog post in itself...)

I will try to get  åslaug to write a post on her blog and fill you all in on the details and tell you their story, it really is amazing all that God can do!

Wesley and Claire doing good.  Josie, Maggie and Georgie have all grown so much. 

We see them a lot, especially since the long winter  is over and it is warm outside again.

At our house we have been busy planting, swimming, cooking, reading, taking care of animals and all the other many things that happen here.

Laundry hanging on the line.

Sophia and Aimaija at the table drawing.

 

Aimaija shows me the necklace that she made.

James with the horses.

Eggs from our chickens

Aimaija and Celeisa, swinging on the tire swing.

Mint tea,  perfect for hot summer days with ice.

Flowers that the little ladies picked.

Looking out the kitchen window.

Julia and Celeisa.

Dad and some of his girls.

I get to hold my favorite nephew ( I told you that he  had grown..)

Claire and Georgie.

We were over at their house, frog hunting in the beaver pond.

Maggie.

Nicholai up on a huge root.

Stan Lee cutting the grass.

James looking happy ( but then again do you wonder why?)

Claire holding a sleeping Georgie.

Joseph at the falls.

Maggie, Celeisa and Josie all dressed up.

Doing schoolwork and  pretending to be Amish girls.

Wesley playing my guitar.

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I hope that you enjoyed seeing some pictures. Keep in mind that although most of them are new, some are old.

I will try to post more  once in awhile, if my Mom is not able to, so you can see what is happening here.

Love, Rosie

 

 

Guess What!

A Simply Lovely Life

Our precious little grandbaby boy made his way into the world on August 4th--which just happened to be Wesley's 24th birthday--at about 2:15 pm, and he's beyond-words-wonderful. Claire, did manage to make it to the hospital this time, but only just in the nick of time. She was only there about an hour before he made his grand exit/and simultaneous entrance, from his mama's womb to his mama's arms. The midwife that assisted was kind and caring, and all went wonderfully well. They were even able to come home about 7 hours after his was born, for which Claire and Wesley were immeasurably grateful. It was an answer to pray for Claire, to be be able to be back with Josie and Maggie so quickly. They bundled Georgie up and were home and snugged in before 10 pm on Tuesday night.



Claire's sitting beside me on the couch nursing Georgie, as I type. She is for certain, my very dear pal in life and motherhood . She and Wesley, Josie, and Maggie, came over for Wesley, and Georgie's, shared birthday supper (Georgie's to come later, via Claire) and celebration, tonight. All the little ones are dressed up in silks playing tea party (though it looks far more like "Babette's Feast"), and the house is a hive of (not very quiet) activity. God is good indeed. I love Him so, for so many reasons.







Josie and Georgie



Puckered-up Georgie

The summer has been full and busy, with so much to tell, but so little time to tell it. I've been storing away photos which I'll save for that day that I hope is not too far off in the future, when I'm able to share with you all, again. Until then, I did want to come by for a loving hello and all is well, share our joy in the blessing of the newest little one safe arrival, and a sincerest thank- you, for your kind and caring words of friendly hellos, love, and encouragement. I miss you guys, too. Thanks for being so sweet. Thanks for being so understanding.

I only hope it's not *too* shocking to anyone that I'm saying **so little** ;o) It was either this or nothing, and I did so want to share the little of the *big news* that I have been able, here and now. This said, I realize that some of you may be scratching your heads, thinking this has to be the posting of someone (entirely different from me) in my stead, and not actually (typically long-winded) me at all! So, for those of you doing and thinking just that, I say (with a grin), trust me, it's me--it really is--who, though (still, I assure you is) long on words, is merely woefully short on time ;o)

The Lord bless you and keep you, and yours.
Smiling, sending much love, and hoping to write again soon.

Lovingly, Jewels

Resting in His love

A Simply Lovely Life

Artists, Mystics, and Clowns

"Fyodor Dostoevsky passionately believed that he had embodied the soul of the Russian peasant in Marmaeladov, the discharged town clerk and disgraced town drunk of Crime and Punishment--a clown, a bufoon, and the father of Sonia, a prostitute.

In a tavern in St. Petersburg, besotted with booze, Marmeladov engages the rationalist Raskolnikov in conversation. though the object of the derision and mockery by the locals, Marmeladov insists he is not to be pitied:

But, He will have pity on me Who has pity on all men, Who has understood all men and all things. He is the One. He too is the judge. Ge will come on that day and He will ask, "Where is the daughter [Sonia] who had pity upon the filthy drunkard, her earthly father, undismayed by his beastliness?".........He will forgive my Sonia, He will forgive, I know it.

Then He will summon us. "You too come forth," He will say, "Come forth, ye drunkards, come fort, ye children of shame!" And the wise and those of understanding will say: "Oh Lord, why dost Thou receive these me?" And He will say: "This is why I receive them, oh ye wise, this is why I receive them, oh ye of understanding, that not one of them believed himself to be worthy of this." And He will hold out his hands to us and we shall fall down before Him.....and we shall weep....and we shall understand all things! and all will understand.....Lord, Thy kingdom come!"

Dostoevsky maintained that at the heart of Russian peasant life existed an unshaken trust in the unrestricted mercy of God and the all-forgiving love of Jesus Christ. The author's contemporary, Leo Tolstoy, published his classic novel War and Peace three years after Crime and Punishment. In a dialogue between the saintly Princess Mary and her brother Prince Andrew, she echoes Dostoevsky's ethos. Quoting a haunting French proverb, she says, "We should enter everyone's situation. Tout comprendre, c'est tout pardonner"---to understand all is to forgive all. In His sovereign wisdom, God alone understands the human heart.

And what of the human heart's capacity to understand God? Here we need the help of passionate visionaries such as Dostoevsky. Sacred Scripture is too important to be left exclusively to biblical scholars. Theology is too vital to be consigned solely to the province of theologians. To explore the depths of God who invites our trust, we need the artists and mystics.

The Christian artists who composed such hymns as, "How Great Thou Art," "There's a Wideness in God's Mercy," "I Stand in Awe of You," and "Taste and See the Goodness of the Lord" invite us to stretch our limited understanding of God. Through daring images and bold metaphors rooted in the Word, they guide us to a profound self-esteem within an enlarged vision of the magnitude of the Divine. In Karl Rahner's words, they help us in "coming to see ourselves as God sees us, the object of infinite love and unremitting solicitude." They whet our appetite for the infinite. They suggest that the kabod Yahweh must be defined as absolute love. They imply that our awe of God is limited by our impoverished imagination. They intimate that beyond all the words we use about God----transcendence, kabod divinity, even God---lies a mysterious Reality that we cannot name. Thus, the mystic and theologian Meister Eckhart exclaimed, "I pray that I may be quit of God, that I may find God."

Rahner, one of the most important theologians of the twentieth century, declared that we need these artists and mystics to disrupt our complacency. "Eternal God, let them say that Your Spirit has given in their hearts," he prayed, "rather than that which would make pleasant hearing to those who represent the forces of all that is average."

To artists and mystics we must add the category of clowns---those who let God out of the box or our predetermined propriety. Clowns are instruments of grace, imploring in the voice of God, "Lighten up, ragamuffins!". Their somersaults, back-flips, and unpredictable high jinks tinker with our straitlaced logic, which allege that ultimate significance can be found in the tangible, the visible, the perishable. Their spiritual direction to us follows the counsel of the Psalmist: "Look up at the Lord with gladness and smile" (Psalm, 40:16 NAB)

As we stare at their outlandish costumes, we recognize a lighthearted, whimsical stance toward life. As we respond to their offer of unaffected graciousness and sincere friendliness, our inflated sense of self-importance rushes out of us like air from a pinpricked balloon. They invite us to reclaim the child we once were, to suspend temporarily our mortal seriousness about the image we project to the world, the size of our waistline, the outcome of the Super Bowl.....

This unlikely trio of artists, mystics, and clowns serves the ministry of the Word by expanding our understanding of the kabod Yahweh through their original and startling insights; they deepen our trust by reminding us to submerge the enormous difficulty of suffering and evil in the borderless sea of infinite wisdom and absolute love; they force us to pose the question, "Is God different from what we perceive?" They lay bare an incandescent truth long concealed by ignorance, myopia, and inauthentic tradition: our perceptions of God, of our fellow ragamuffins, and of ourselves, are flat-out wrong......

Why does the melancholy spirit of Chekhov's plays---"You are living badly my friend", haunt the Christian conscience? Why is the local church often a dispirited assembly of brooding Hamlets and wiped-out Willie Lomans? ........

Send in the artists, mystics, and clowns. Their fertile imagination pours the new wine of the gospel into fresh wineskins (Luke 5:38). With fresh language, poetic vision, and striking symbols, they express God's inexpressible Word in artistic forms that are charged with the power of God, engaging our minds and stirring our hearts as they flare and flame......

Those who look beyond the literal see the world as a metaphor for God. When they direct us to the majesty of the mountains, the beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the prairies, the variety of wildflowers along the roadside, the smell of mint and hay on a summer morning, the rumble of a train through the valley, the sound of a waterfall, they birth the Word in our midst. They dare us to dream of our homeland, where eye has not seen, neither has ear heard, nor has the imagination conceived of the beauty that awaits us."

Excerpted from Chapter 5 of a book I'm presently enjoying reading (once again),
"Ruthless Trust"
by Brennan Manning

I only wish that time and space had allowed for me to type out the entire chapter. So thought provoking. So beautiful. I've especially enjoyed the re-reading of the thoughts I've shared today, particularly, as all the older children just finished reading two of Dostoevsky's wonderful works, together (which has made for many priceless moments of lively conversation ringing through the house, as their shared reading always does), Crime and Punishment, and The Brothers Karamozov.

I made it through yesterday--a bit sleep deficient though I was--without incident, had such a nice day, and rested deeply and well, last night, after that very early rising of Saturday morning (remember? ;o). We had quite a storm come rumbling through, from late afternoon, yesterday,on into the night, but a sunlit tranquil calm has been left in it's wake. The air, clear and pure, lilac-ly perfumed and smelling so fine. Does my heart good.

I'm going to finish up a few things that need being done this morning, in preparation for most of the day away from home, and then try and slip out for my quick walk of the road. The families that we meet with in a House Fellowship (we meet from home to home) will all be heading our direction, today, but we'll be gathering at a beautiful camp on a lake, about 5 minutes from our home. It's so lovely there (though, it seems it's absolutely delightful every which way and where I turn). They'll be time in the Word, singing, and praying together. Sweet fellowship. And, everyone brings lots of food to share. After the time of fellowship at the nearby camp, we've all been invited to the home of one of the local farmers for a visit (all of the families that meet in the House Fellowship, that is :o) So, everyone's looking forward to stepping out into the happenings of the day.

Rosie, just took four nice big rustic-looking quiche out of the oven, that we'll be taking, along with a huge salad of baby greens and veggies, a freshly stirred-up dressing, and some bread, baked yesterday.

I'm sitting here watching James, standing, holding Celeisa and Aimaija in his arms. Makes my heart sing to see all the hugging, kissing, and loving going on, between a big burly 20 year old brother and his little 5 and 3 year old "baby" sisters. An early morning gifting. One of many.

I've been doing a bit of a juice fast, so was able to sit aside and type out this hello, while the rest of the family sat at the table *feasting* on blueberry pancakes--with fresh maple syrup, and scrambled eggs. The house smells *delicious*.

Thanks *so* much for taking the time to share all of your *great* game ideas, yesterday (do feel free to keep them coming). I can't tell you how much everyone here's enjoyed hearing. There were many games that we weren't familiar with. What fun! Can't wait to try them. Thanks for all your friendly hellos. Thanks for making me smile.

I hope each one of you, and your precious families, have a wonderful day.

Lovingly, Jewels

And, Anna, Jenny, and each other dear one that is (so sweetly and patiently) waiting to hear from me, don't give up on me, all right? I'm daily thinking of you, and will be writing, Lord willing, soon, soon, soon.

It's only a game

 

The children, were kindly and thoughtfully, given the gift of a game, by a dear friend. It arrived in the mail one cold, late Winter day, and that very afternoon, James, Rosie, Joseph, Julia, and Chubb, pulled it out of it's box, read up a bit on the instructions, and then dove in headlong and began to play. I too, got in on the action (which would in fact be a bit of an understatement, as to what was actually going on once things got rolling along.) but, in short order decided to "jump ship" and go for my camera instead. Though they (yes, indeed), were having so incredibly much fun, I, was (undoubtedly) having ten times as much fun, watching them. I was especially happy, because the pictures that I got were the perfect gift, in return, for the gift of the game. I don't think anything could have said thank-you, more truly and sincerely.

I was going to pick and choose a good number of the photos from among those that I took, to share here, but, it seems (to me, in my incredibly biased opinion, as their mother, you know) that it's just way more fun, and "wish you could have been there, larger than life", looking at them all, one following another, in this slideshow, right on over here.

And, since we're on the subject of fun, I thought it might also be fun, if any of you (and, I know you do) have a favorite game or more that your family really enjoys playing, and you might like to leave a note and share what the game/or games are, and why you like them, with everyone that comes by. I would really appreciate it, and I'm sure others would, too. Our family loves to play games (though, I'm oft' times having the most fun being the quietly, off-to-the-side, lowly photographer, playing the game/s vicariously through everyone else, remember?), but I'll not share our favorites here, in hopes that some of you might share yours. I think it would also be great to see that so many of us probably share many of the same favorite games, in common.

All right, well, in case no one happens to notice, (somewhat wildly waving my hands in the air to get your attention) I am going to go right on ahead and make mention of the fact, that I am in fact, doing that very amazing thing (for me as a blogger, these days, it seems) that I made reference to yesterday, and blogging (are you listening to this?? ;o) two days in a row! Should I (dare) make some similar mention of the possibility of doing so again, *tomorrow* (or, okay, next week, or even the week after that ;o)? Mmmmm.....perhaps best not, hunh? May be best I just be quiet and inwardly glad about the (albeit, mini, in the scheme of things, I know. I know) "miracle" of today. I guess, though, truth is, that if yesterday I "dipped my big toe in the blogging waters", today, I am certainly "up to my ankles". Which means, I do have a long way to go, before I'm "in over my head". So, you never know, about tomorrow ;o) Just sayin'. If you guys don't understand a word of what I just said, that's okay. It's not you, it's me. I've been up since 2:30 am, it's now 7:15. Smile. I am aware of the fact that I'm not the easiest gal to follow when I'm on a roll. And since I said so, you can feel free to nod in agreement, without feeling that you're putting me down. Grin.

Well, it appears that it's going to be a lazy (lazy, because I got up at 2:30am) gray day, today, as the sun is hidden away in a cloud-filled sky from which rain, is on again, off again, falling. A quiet day, after the off and away busyness of yesterday. A day for lighting some candles and the oil lamps, listening to lovely music, cooking up some deliciousness in the kitchen with the girls, while we likewise do this and that of the every Saturday morning (and sometimes early afternoon) big(ger than the other days of the week ;o) cleaning. And, no doubt, a bit later in the day, some popcorn will be popped, buttered, and crowned with a sprinkling of salt, and (drumroll......) yes.....(for those beautiful incredibles among you that are [somehow managing] to read my foggy mind) you guessed it, we'll bring out the games (that last bit was intended as a clever wrap-up to this post ;o).

And (this can be like a closing commercial) let us not forget, it's yard/jumble/garage/tag sale time (unless you're in Australia, poor souls, but there are always the thrift/OP shops, eh?) which is the best time to get your games, for cheap, cheap, cheap. So, do share your favorites, if and as time allows.

Thanks for all of your sweet notes, of yesterday. I enjoyed reading them, here alone in the near darkness, while everyone else was in bed, where they (and I) ought to have been (but wasn't). And, for those that asked/and hoped for me, yes, it was a nice day yesterday. Beautiful, weather-wise, and otherwise. We stopped at a couple of yard sales and found a few treasures (but I don't have them in a Flickr slideshow, yet, or you know, I'd send you there to see them ;o) and, especially, really enjoyed our time, together, and with Ada, and her littlest babe, Anna. But, it sure did, as it always does, feel so very good to be back home, at the end of the long and busy day, away.

Now, off to do all that I said I was going to do (on that little bit of sleep I told you that I got).

Lovingly, Jewels