Young voices...

This morning we went north about 45 minutes to our daughter and sil's church, to see the graduating senior class take charge of the 3 worship services.

Deja Vu may not be the best choice of words, but you'll know what I mean...

Our daughter sat on the front row of their large auditorium, we were right behind her. She has lived, loved and worked with the kids who were graduating. 2 of our grandkids were a part of the service, the third one sat with us and watched, their time is still a few years away.

The deja vu part is... my daughter is now doing what I was doing just a few short years ago. She sat there, involved with all of it, just as I did in another church with her.

That's how fast life goes.

I wish I had a recording of the tesimonies of those seniors. Each one who shared, knew who they were, and knew who they served. As they head into their first college year, many of them already know they will one day be on the mission field or in ministry, the rest have their eyes focused on whatever God leads them to. They were expressive, bubbly, smart and determined.

The chapters of life... how rewarding it was to see these kids, entering this new chapter, sure footed and firm in their faith.

It was also a blessing to see our own kids and their kids, serving, growing and following Jesus. Our grandkids aren't seniors yet, but they were all involved today, and when their senior year comes, I pray that their feet will continue down the sure path they've already chosen.

A few more of those joys that have no price tags!

3 moves equals one fire...

Benjamin Franklin said this many years ago.

He was right.

Our youngest son and his family are in the process of a big move... I was over there today and Dedra and I were simply labeling, listing and deciding what they should do with things on the walls and things on shelves.

They have recently bought a business in another city. and are in the process of transition.

Moving reminds me of how much we 'pick up along the way' that we end up getting rid of or packing away for another day.

While it is a real job, there are some lessons in all of this for us spiritually...

When God moves us into a new place, there is nearly always old baggage to sort out and get rid of. The moving process involves change, and that usually comes with re-evaluation of old things, and sorting through what stays and what goes.

Some of our 'stuff' has simply gotten old, lots of it we never needed in the first place.

Some of the baggage we hold onto probably should have been thrown out long ago.

Any new chapter God brings us to includes changes for us.

Like Dedra and I yesterday, moving both physically and spiritually causes us to examine, change, reject or accept both the old and the new... motivating us to think and re-think many things, in our homes and in our lives.

I've never seen God lead me backwards. I've many times questioned if that was what He was doing, but His plans and ways are so different than how it looks to me. So if you feel you are stuck or moving in the wrong direction, hang on to the promises... all of your current situations will be useful for bigger purposes a little further down the road.

On the bright side... a move, or a 'letting go of' and moving forward is also a really good thing. We lighten our load, and make fresh starts, and open new chapters.

I like that!

Mom's of all ages...

Every store I was in this week seemed to have a crowd around the card section, and the signs advertising gifts for mother's were everywhere I looked.

I feel it every year... the loss of my own mother. I can't get her a card or a gift anymore, and I will always be reminded in an extra special way on Mother's Day.
But I know she is spending Mother's Day in heaven, and that makes it all okay.

What I also know is that there are some young mother's in my life who are making their mark on the next generation, and on my heart.

So to Carole,
Dedra,
and now Molly...

I am so thankful for each one of you, for what you mean to me, and for the gifts that each of you have given and will continue to give, to your own children...

Courtney, Cassidy, Gage, Lainey, Avery, Crew and Gracie...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO THE NEXT GENERATION OF MOTHER'S!!!

I love you all!!!

One more memory...

Growing up in Pasadena, California...

I seem to be stuck on a 'memory mode' button, so here is one more...

270 South Parkwood...

This is where I spent my younger childhood years. It was a cute little 3 bedroom California mission style house... with ONE bathroom!

I think we bought it for $12,000 dollars and I looked on the internet recently and saw that it had sold a few years ago for $850,000!!! Unbelievable! It's still the same small house. I saw it on one of those web sites that pictures your address.

While I can't imagine one bathroom in these days, it seemed to work fine for us then. And it wasn't a big bathroom. It looked like the one in this picture, and the girls remind me of my sister and I.

I don't remember a lot of banging on the door and yelling for someone else to hurry up. Was I just kinder and more patient back then? I don't think so! Maybe we weren't as consumed with how we looked, or we were too busy playing outside to spend a lot of time in front of the mirror.

Have I become much more vain in the grown up years?? I NEED my space, and my mirror and my tubes, jars and brushes!!! I tell my husband that my face is like a fresh palette every morning, waiting to be painted. That 'paint' is important, or maybe it's the LACK of that paint that's the real issue!

We had so much fun in that small house. We lived 3 blocks from the Rose Parade route, and early on New Years Day, we carried our ladders and boards with our dad, and got our 'spot' on the parade route. The 3 of us sat on the board which was held by the 2 ladders and our view was perfect!

We had a huge backyard in that little house, with fruit trees, flowers and plenty of places to play. I even planted corn one year in my attempt to try 'farming'... it died while we traveled that summer.

I love life. I always seem to have fun, and there are so many different chapters that fill our lives these days. But once in awhile, I find myself thinking of 270 South Parkwood...

It was a simpler time.

SYcamore 36778...

SYcamore 36778, that was our phone number ... the olive green, round finger dial phone in the dining room, and it's pinkish beige twin that sat on my dad's desk.

I have never forgotten that phone number... I forget other things, currents things, IMPORTANT things all the time, but not SY 36778.

Our grandkids laugh when they see pictures of that phone.


Can you believe how fast things have changed during these past 50 years?


When I was growing up, I remember:


... Being the last house in the neighborhood to have a real black and white TV. We watched B-westerns after school. It was a miracle!


... The big console radio in the living room, where we 3 kids plopped down on the floor on Sunday morning and listened to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing hymns before we headed to our own sunday school and church.


... Safe neighborhoods... we played outside for long hours, baseball, red light- green light, mother may I... and never had a concern about our safety.


... There were no computers or video games or fancy wireless music piped into everything.


Times have changed, in my lifetime.


Some of it is exciting and it has opened us up to the whole world in ways we could never have dreamed as kids.


ONE THING HAS NOT CHANGED...


Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever!


The one thing we need to know is never going to change... never changes!

If I didn't know better...

If I didn't know better, there are many times when I am tempted to think...

God must get so tired of my knocking, asking, pleading prayers.

If I didn't know better.

The truth is that He never gets tired of hearing my prayers.

He probably gets more than a little weary of the whining ones, and the pitiful pleas for help when I don't know how to even voice my heart...

but He never gets tired of hearing from me.

And the thing that happens when I voice ALL of it to Him, is so amazing. He hears, He listens, and He does His thing in the middle of my prayers. Sometimes He corrects and changes even the prayers themselves.

I've prayed many prayers that God has re-directed. He changes my heart, my focus and speaks His truth into the very prayer I am praying.

Often it happens right away, when He taps me on the heart and reminds me of truth... sometimes it happens gradually, when an attitude or situation needs to be yielded more fully to hear His answer.

Sometimes it's an answer I don't want to hear at all. That is when the prayer becomes something I didn't see, didn't want to see, or couldn't accept when I began praying.

If I could play back a recording of my prayers, it would sound like a reflection of my heart.

That's what it is.

Sometimes the tune is joyful and full of praise, sometimes it's a cry of desperation, or a very detailed complaint about something, but stack all of them on top of each other, and they are the voice of my heart, and if I didn't know better, I would think that God would tire of the whole messy pile.

If I didn't know better.

But I DO know better, and it's because DO know better that I know He understands my heart. He takes the whole thing, and shapes and changes it...

And in the process, He changes me.

One of the great advantages of growing in the Lord through the years, is the ability to see the history of His faithfulness.

I'm not the same as I used to be, even my prayers are not the same, and both my life, and my prayers are moving forward on God's learning curve for my life. I'm sure that His desire would be for me to move more quickly and to learn His ways without repreat lessons, nevertheless...

He is always there, and the journey continues... I am asking, seeking and finding, and the door is always open.



Luke 11:9-10
"Here's what I'm saying: Ask and you'll get; Seek and you'll find; Knock and the door will open.

The "GOOD" silver...

When my parents downsized many years ago, after the 3 of us were grown, married and had our own kids, they moved from Pasadena, California, down to San Juan Capistrano, close to the beach.

In preparation for the move, they had a huge garage sale. Among the furniture that went out the door that day, was their old and well used dining room credenza. I think they got $25 for it. Later that night, as my mom was adding it all up and checking to see what was left... she remembered!!

It was one of those jolting and sickening things that happen and almost takes your breath away.

INSIDE of that dining room credenza, and forgotten in all of the commotion and business of the whole garage sale, was her heirloom sterling silver. Some of it had been in her famlily in Norway for generations, including her own parents wedding gifts from many years before she was born.

That credenza held most of my mom's earthly treasures, and she had lovingly cared for all of it as she planned for my sister and I to have it one day. It was to be her earthly legacy to us.

I remember how sick at heart she was and the tears she shed when she realized what had happened. She even remembered the pair who 'looked it all over, inside and out', paid QUICKLY, loaded it into their truck, and left immediately.

I know that my mother grieved over that loss. I also remember thinking that my sister and I were more upset that SHE was so disappointed for us.

Here's the thing...

That sterling silver fades so fast when I think of the REAL legacy that our mother left us. The legacy of a life lived before her children as a woman who loved God with all her heart, obeyed Him, served Him, and was a joy to all who knew her. I still am amazed and humbled that God chose HER to be my mother.

The sterling heirlooms are not even a blip on my radar screen.What I have been given by her life makes sterling silver fade into oblivion.

One day when we see her again, maybe we will all have a good laugh at how important that silver seemed at one time, and how little it matters now! That's worth more than silver or gold.

Life...

As you know, I am freshly home from the birth of our 'miracle' #7 grandbaby... Gracie.

Miracle on so many levels. A book full of chapters could be written on how she arrived at this time and into this family, but the bottom line is... she was sent from God.

All babies are.

This one just came by way of a particularly miraculous journey in her arrival.

At the same time Gracie was coming into the world, a friend I have known for many years was leaving the world, and meeting Jesus face to face.

The cycle of life as God has ordained it, is very clear in my heart this week. As some are beginning life, others are ending life... all of it known and ordered by God.

The days will thread their way into one another, and the weeks and months will resume normalcy again, but for THIS week, in the heart of THIS mom and mimi, the journey of life has been crystal clear.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away... BLESSED be the name of the Lord!

He holds all of life and death in His hands, and we are safe.

I'm back, kind of... and Gracie is here!

Grace Humility Goodson

Talk about miracles!! She is the most precious little angel, and we are all in love with her!

I think this is Monday, but it might be Thursday!!?? :) I'll be back in a few days when my nights and days get back on track.

I'm so glad to see all of you again, I've missed each one of you.

Break...