Monday, August 31, 2009
Come and Rest
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Nancy in Wonderland
When the stores opened, my dad headed to teachers meetings while we ladies shopped. The first stop was to go up a ramp and enter The May Company. One trip, I remember a hat table with a mirror and little doughnut shaped feather circles in variour colors. You pulled them apart and stretched them on like earmufs. How much I wanted one! They were so plum cute sitting there. Since I was a teen at the time, my mom said, "no." Another year that same table had something called wighats. You pulled them on and they fit tightly. They were covered with fake spiky hair. Then you "styled" them with a brush. My little sister actually got one of those.
At noon, we headed out of the building and around the corner to The Mills Restaurant. This was cafeteria style. There weren't many of those then. I always got macaroni and cheese and a bowl of those big green or red chunks of gelatin with whipped cream. Round tables covered the first floor and balcony. A windmill stamp adorned each pat of butter in our small dish. Such a treat.
Back at the stores, Mom always let us choose several matching outfits. I remember a rust colored sweater with a plaid skirt that I loved. When we got home, we laid out all of our tresures on our large bed and Dad got to inspect and approve our purchases.
Since those days, I have always loved cities. I've been to New York City, Pittsburgh, Chicago, San Diego, Amsterdam, Munich, London, Paris, Lucerne, Venice, Florence, and a few others. These may have been more glorious, but my little girl heart will never forget her first adventures in The Big City.
Monday, August 24, 2009
"Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days." Ecc.11:1 NKJ
Are you experiencing the pain of releasing your young person to God's care? I did when we left our shy son among strangers at college.
When we revisited him at mid-term, time was so short. He talked with his dad at lunch and I had no time to visit with him. There were tears in my eyes as he left with an air of authority. He gave no parting hug. I knew he was being macho, and it hurt. He walked away from me towards his new world, his weathered coat flapping like a sail and his sandy hair tousled by the wind. I knew a page had turned.
What had happened to my tenderhearted son? I didn't like his idea of growing up. Still, there was nothing to do but pray and wait for another page.
Since then, out son has come back to us many times, but not as the young man we left behind with his luggage and hopes in tow. He has returned a man with consideration for his parents and a new love for his siblings.
So take courage as you release your trained-up child to the world. Give the world the best you have. Then , like my son and the bread on the waters, it can come back to you after many days.
Prayer: Lord, help us to release our chilldren and all things to You. Amen
(My son graduated from that college and he is the subject of "August Night." He is also the son soon to be married. So God's plans do work out. Nancy)
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Beginning of a Love
So my love of reading began with these books. If they were all out, I had a fit. There were also a set of boy triplets: Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr. I'd have to settle for one of those if the others were gone.
I read quite a bit to my children as they grew to love books, too. How surprised I was to find out that my daughter, Dawn, cherished these books as much as I. Even in the '80's and early '90's we had to search around to find them. Then one day, as Dawn became a teen, I discovered that my books were no longer in our library. They had been replaced by more current works.
I was totally surprised at Christmas two years ago by a pressent from Dawn of five of the Flicka, Ricka, Dicka books gotten from E-bay. How certain pictures brought back memories. I plan on reading these and the boys' version (if I can find them) to my grandson.
Story types do change. Most of you might find them quaint and the books certainly don't follow current writing rules, but I still love them. I think there is room in a child's life for several types of stories. Perhaps some children like to visit the slowed down "Mr. Rogers" type world where things don't zip by so quickly. At any rate, I thought you would like a taste of what '50s children enjoyed. Nancy
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
P.S. The winner is on the right.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Grand Occasion
It was so special having extra time with my sister and niece. They live in Ohio and we only see each other about twice a year. I was overjoyed to see all of the lovely gifts for the new couple. We played the game where you decorate a chosen person in a bridal gown made with toilet paper. My dauaghter was the "victim" in our group. She looked darling even though someone else won.
My two sons made an appearance near the end and greeted everyone.
The baby was so good, even after being handed around to many guests. He's a trouper. So it turned out to be quite an occasion. The wedding is three weeks from that date and so there is much to anticiipate.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The New and Improved Internet Device
Saturday, August 15, 2009
This Way of Life
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Solid Brick
You'd think my brick would be pretty big by now. But you see, I am constantly compacting it. Those precious ideas that I find in many different venues come to be added on to the brick and pressed down tight in all directions. I might write about some of my "truths" sometime, but I just wanted to share how the process is working right now. God is faithful to help me use those wonderful areas He has shown me.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sleep at last stole over me till a dreamless woid was bothered by a lonely mournful cry. It traveled from my brain down to my soul and to the ear. Would the child of night not let me be?
Again the voice came louder. This was no phantom call. Like endless trips on endless nights, my child's summons reached my heart and pulled me to his side. His little body had a chill while mine was warm and ready. I held him close and as we rocked I sang to hm, old melodies to a newborn mind. I felt his body release the darkness as he playfully sang his own song. I became a stranger in a secret world. His tiny voice was so airy, like a sring of stars caught on a spider's web. "Baby." Like a wisp of color born of a dream, he spoke, "Momma." He lingered awhile between sleep and wakefulness, not aware of my presence. I looked on him in love. Still tired in body, I no longer resented having been roused fronm a deep sleep. His skin by glow of the evening lamp rivaled the milky expanse of heaven. His face was to me a master work of art.
He threw his timy arm around my neck and healed old wounds still tender. Oh, little son, you spoke of things eternal. What need was there for sleep? Outside the skies were reignend by Child of Night, but my arms encircle you who rule the morrow.
(Gracie Prior is the pen name I use for my literary material.)
Friday, August 7, 2009
We had a wonderful day on Sunday. Our grandson was dedicated to the Lord at our church. Many of my family members were there. It was such a joy to share this great experience with many of my other loved ones.
Later, we went to the home of friends who also had their baby dedicated that day. It was fun seeing Ty with his nanesake. I also got to hold him for a long while. There is something otherworldly about this whole experience. It takes me back to the time I held my babies, who all looked a bit like Ty, with the black sticky-out hair. It was a time when I was in love with a new tiny being. It's all there, the feelings, as if time had just disappeared.
What a wonderful thing to be able to offer the baby back to the Lord for His service and to promise publicly that I will help to raise him in the way that he should go. I can sense some rocking chair and hymn time coming up.
(Monday I hope to post a blog that is one of my favorite writings of all time. I've been saving it for just the right moment. Hope to see you right here. Nancy)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Giving is a part of worship, a part of the joy, a part of total dependence on Me. What you give to, you become a part of. Giving releases you from care. It settles it forever that I am in charge and you are the temporary holders of My wealth.
Other than that, I love My people and you can't give to Me without receiving something in return. It's just not possible. Thank you for including giving in your worship and may you be blessed as I pour out My love to you. Abba
In these economic times, it is important not to hold back your hand. There is a river that flows constantly called sowing and reaping and we want to keep that river going. We can give time by helping others. We can give money. God wants us to give what we can, cheerfully, not what we don't have. Our emotions, feelings, prayers, and burdens can all be given to God. It is such a joyful, little thing to do. Blessings, Nancy
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Special Hug
I used to be a writer and send things out to be published. I would get a lot of rejection notices. One time they got me down and I cried. My little Benny asked why I was crying and I told him. He reached up and hugged me and said, "Is that better?" I said, "I may not be a published writer, but I have a three year old with eyes of blue who loves me God is so good"
I found that note one week when I was Aglow treasurer and needed to do little speeches. I told them them that I was thinking of taking up writing again. I knew that whatever happened, I had a 19 year old son with eyes of blue who was such a good boy and he loved me. God was so good. A lady in the audience gave me a prophecy about my writing. "This is the time God has for me to write, from the foundation of the world,, whether books or articles and He will bless it. It will be awesome. He will bring it forth." It was soon after that that I started my continuing series of letters from God. I have shared them and I believe God continues to use them.
Last week, I saw the title The Special Hug on my list of documents on my new computer. I now have a 29 year old son with eyes of blue who is such a fine young man. He has a son with eyes of blue who is wonderful. I still get good hugs from this good son. And my blog publishes my writing so the story comes full circle. God is so very good!