What We Do for Christ Will Last, and a family photo album of memories past is a present gift to the present…

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It is the pivotal last day of the month – and I am 2 months behind in putting all my blogs into Word and PDF – but I do plan to do that today and tomorrow because I always promise the Lord that I am not going to be overdue in taking care of His Business with these – not a life and death matter especially because God is forgiving – but I promised myself and promised God that I believe in these writings will outlive me – in some fashion… These are easier to keep (even dust covered) in paper than digital versions that could be deleted so easily (but I have those too)… Paper lasts for a while… and well it and we all will turn to dust one day… but for now – memories of God’s workings in my life that are shared – precious…

And a preacher this morning, in a facebook rabbit hole that I was following, said the exact words that we all need to hear: dust to dust – nothing can you take with you – you will return to dust – but WHAT WE DO FOR CHRIST WILL LAST… And he was not talking in the earthly sense of last – but last heavenly in forwarding the kingdom and serving God’s people…

And so in OTHER will be dust thoughts – I have been “dusting off” some of my family farmhouse dust-covered bags and boxes of photos I have sorted this past week – I found treasures of memories – and decided to simply (with some EXTRAS) glue them down organized – these are but a small fraction of 1980’s and some 1990’s times like ice skating and holiday decorating and farm life – remembering how hard my Grandpa worked – and seeing each other appreciate each other… MEMORIES THAT ARE PRICELESS…

And so, I spent half of the day yesterday doing such – indulged time in this crazy creative idea that came to me at like 5am and I started and worked a few hours (already had all the supplies) – then did regular stuff all day and then finished at night – with watching the evening news (ugh), 2 episodes of 1970’s Barney Miller (talk about throwback and old ugh as the episode was about agent orange and not knowing the effects), and then finished the album off with printing just one photo at 9pm to finish the album – a photo WITH my grandma which was not in this set of extras…  My Grandma died in the early 80’s when I was a teen – she kept her family all together from the 30’s on – I love the older photos of her as a child (that is older family history compiling) – and I love these newer (well 50 year old) photos of ME as a child with my sibling and cousins…  Grandma had an offer by Grandpa to move to a house he built (he built many many houses) but she wanted to stay on that farm – and my mom and aunts and uncle were glad for that too – and I am glad so much – as we had the fun childhood… On Summer break, my aunts who stayed at the farmhouse would watch us like hawks – and we were safe and ever overprotected – but then again that is a Godsend…  We felt the love… We went there during the day – we would stay with them while my mom and dad worked – and we ran through the fields – and we sewed and cooked and ate cookies, sewed embroidery and pretended to be cows in the barn, and watched game shows on TV, had picnic lunch in the tent, caught butterflies and grasshoppers and frogs and and and…. and even got bored – yeah I forget now but we were bored too  as kids (and I thank God for no video games yet) (and boredom creates even more creativity in thinking folks) – and thus cloud watching was a favorite pastime on those summer days – just lay on the ground and watch the clouds… 

(Winter we were outside too – brush off the pond let’s go skating and then have hot cocoa…)

I am grateful – not just in material but in memories – (and in this time to reminisce) – and so this scrapbook may not evoke my memories in everyone – but I can feel them – describe them – love them… (and I will enter the scrapbook to the local agricultural grange fair)…

Likewise – and more so – my writing – which I now will get back to compiling and printing – they are SO TEMPORARY – so much so that I don’t remember what I wrote and yet rereading feels good – and feels in the moment of that time….  Because the ONLY thing that WILL last is God – God is forever – and what we do in Christ for Christ and with Christ will eternally be remembered – and then even so, we will CAST DOWN OUR CROWNS TO HIS FEET – to signify HIS MAJESTY… Yeah – God will last – that is a memory for us now in the future, the past, and well the present… God is with us always from before time – with us now – and will take us Heavenly Home Forever… God bless the thought…  (and will we be bored in Heaven? I doubt it – imagine the memories in advance – wow… and imagine all the great people we will meet – and meet again – but perfected without our earthly worries… Wow that thought in advance is a present…)

The “PRESENT” is a gift that God gives to us. 

Enjoy the PRESENT of this day – it is a gift to know the Gift of God in our lives…

AMEN and thanks for letting me ramble, Lord…  some day I will understand it all…

Amen…

Truth over Trivial Trinkets, in My Calamity of Clutter

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I’m taking just a brief moment to pause my house cleaning, which is five years overdue.  My friends are coming in and we will visit together and then travel together. I’m giving them my room to stay in for 2 nights, so you could imagine I have a lot of de-cluttering and cleaning to do. I DO have (well have had since I have been cleaning for 5 hours) a calamity of clutter, a disaster of a dustbowl that should be ditched in the dustbin, but I want to scrub the stuff even if they are trivial trinkets… (Not don’t even get me started on having too many t shirts – that is not today’s trouble)…

(And I thought the pollen was bad enough for my allergies. This dust and yesterday’s old papers must – whew it’s a sneezing wheezing gust!)

Now there are dishes to discard, charms that can’t compete, even a chik fila cow that I’m moooo-ving out. Donations for someone else’s cleaning of clutter. Just way too much… and then there’s rocks and sea shells, so sweet at the time, trust me, I don’t remember half the rhythm or the rhyme of their collection time. Just wanted a memory, but all I remember is that I must have enjoyed the moment. 

Yes, I’m organized but I do have too much, we do in America – we are the results of depression era moved into collection era and now crushed by it all era. And yet, I love my stuff and so Lord, please don’t take it away, just help me sort to straighten and patiently purge preciously, as my mushy memories are in play.

So within these piles are precious papers, truthful tons of tomes: and special these include my own spiritual special biblical writings AND my many biblical books. And now my recent acquisition of a 1950s set of the “Story of the Bible”, from a friend who saw it in her parents home for years. These are tremendous treasures of tome. (Not my beach reading rags.) These are to be read religiously and absorbed spiritually, and appreciated aptly. Then pass them on, as God’s Word is to be heard and reheard. 

Whew…

And that’s why we enjoy scriptural sentiments and biblical books, because they are matters of this moment, not just of the past, but of the future and of the now… so I will shake off the stuff and save the sustenance of substance. SCRIPTURE IS SAVING FOR SAVORING.

Okay back to dusting, dusting off my memories, my hopes, and my hallelujah’s!!!

AMEN 

God Bless Grandma Love

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Came across this poem for blessing Grandmothers and it brought me to tears remembering both of mine. These past few weeks have been sorting so many items of my one grandma from the farmhouse – from her hope chest to her wedding cake topper to the birthday surprises to the catalogs and bills from Sears, Wards, and Pennies…  

And now including her sketch book as a girl – with these beautiful vintage figures – 1920’s heyday outfits for sure. I took photos and have included some.

My Grandma was wonderful – and my mom said my Grandma could not wait to look after our family. My mom would bring us over while she went to work part time – it was a wonderful time to be on a farm as well as learn baking and sewing and travel and play outside – idyllic now that we look back on it. I even remember laying back and watching clouds go by – ah those were the days. My grandma died while I was still in my teens – it was a tough time for my family – she held so much together. And oh the fun items we have found now in the attic of our cleaning at the farmhouse… I am blessed to be seeing so many of my Grandmother’s letters from her cousins and aunt from the 1920’s to 1950’s as well – and to see this sketchbook. 

And in this 1940’s newspaper, I found this poem – so true…

God bless Grandmas everywhere!!! Then and now and let us be inspired to be Grandma helpers always whether we have kids of not!

AMEN!!!


Poem by Rowena Cheney

“Prayer for Grandmother”

Dear Father, please let Grandma do

Some happy little tasks for you;

Please see that heaven understands

She never sat with folded hands.

She knitted, darned, or sewed a patch

On little trousers – made it match – 

And took the tiniest stitches, so

It was not noticed. Let her know

You need her. If a cherub tears

His rompers on the golden stairs

Please let her mend then Don’t forget

How well she tells a story. Let

Her entertain the seraphim;

And fill her heart right to the brim

With joy that comes to dear grandmothers

Only when they are helping others.