Christmas and funerals

Somehow, we have gotten the idea that young people shouldn't die. Don't get me wrong, I just came from one of the saddest funerals I've attended in a very long time. The death of a vibrant, gregarious 41 year old woman has left a gigantic hole in the heart of Sundance. And yet, her death brings home the idea (once again) that none of us are guaranteed even one more day. Several questions were asked at her funeral today. Some of them were: Are you spending each day that you are given to the fullest? Are you spending time doing what is important? Are you preserving memories for your loved ones- for later- just in case? Brenda found time in her days to take care of others, to take care of herself, to love each moment and to create memories. Lots of memories.

One of Brenda's sisters-in-law talked of the 'stockings' Brenda would stuff with all kinds of gifts for those she loved. Time and again, it was obvious the most important gift she gave to those she loved was the gift of time. Time spent at athletic events, school programs, preparing and eating meals and time spent on the telephone. I am guilty of spending lots and lots of time doing all kinds of things- but am I spending time doing the things that will count the most when I am gone?

Christmas is just around the corner and then the New Year. As I sat in the gymnasium today surrounded by so many who have touched my life, I wondered who would be gone at this time next year? Who will be the next to leave a hole in the life of our community? This thought has created an urgent need in my heart to visit with those in our little hamlet that are living with cancer, those that are caring for ailing loved ones, those that are well, just old. So much more important than the gifts I could give is the time that I can spend.

At this time of year, I ask God to lead me to an area of my life that needs developing in the coming year. One of the richest learning experiences for me was the year I concentrated on learning the healing art of encouragement. Another year was faith and prayer. I am not sure how to articulate where God is leading me in the coming year, but I am beginning to think it has something to do with cherishing time with loved ones. I can only hope that when I am gone, I will leave behind a legacy of love and an attitude of joy similar to Brenda. May God bless her family and loved ones as they adapt to life without her in it.

Random thoughts

Snow, snow, snow. It looks like winter outside my door. I am so thankful for the warmth and safety of my home. Pray for the men out plowing snow and the linemen keeping the electricity flowing for us.

I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. Family, new babies to love on, food. And then . . . CHRISTMAS!!

Why is life so hard?

As I stare out my window today, the Wyoming sky is blue with only lazy, puffy clouds floating by. It is a beautiful day. And yet, my heart is heavy. There are days when life seems just so hard. . .

People I love are struggling with cancer, with pain, and with an uncertain future. How do you trust God when you see bad things happen? I have come to understand that I need to trust God in all situations, however, there are seasons when trusting God comes easier than others.

Grandkids, Fall Musings

My three year old grandson had his tonsils and adenoids out last Friday. The recovery is going reasonably well, but slower than anticipated. On the same day and just previous to the tonsillectomy, the nine month old grandson had tubes put in his ears. His recovery went very well. He was back to his old self in just a couple of hours. I wouldn't have thought that one day I would see surgery as less invasive than anti-biotics, but I am there now.
On another note: It is such a blessing to live where I live, in the time that I live and to live surrounded by so many wonderful people. God is good to me- all the time. The leaves are reaching their peak of color in NE Wyoming (and in some places may be past their peak). If you have a chance to get out and see the colors, do so! Every fall I am reminded of a time when my oldest son came to the clothesline in tears. He was sobbing and told me that he didn't want to go to heaven. When I asked what had him so upset, he told me that the Sunday School lesson the previous day had been about heaven. The teacher had told him that in heaven, the streets are paved in gold. He didn't like paved roads- he "kinda liked dirt". I assured him that God would probably have some dirt in heaven, too. Several days later, we were taking a fall drive. The quaking aspen were a beautiful gold and the dirt road was literally covered in leaves, and more were slowly falling (much like softly falling snow). Rusty exclaimed from the backseat, "Mom! the street is paved in gold!" What a beatiful insight into God's care. He gave my small son a reason to look forward to heaven. Have a blessed day.

"Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4