Pray for God's Mercy

The latest news about harvesting and selling aborted baby parts is almost unbelievable! Yet, when it comes to money,  breaking the law doesn't always go into the equation. I've heard and read how these video tapes are being debunked as edited, yet what comes out of the mouth is hard to prove as a falsehood.  What has happened to our great land?  The land of the brave, the land of the free? Babies do not have the constitutional rights that we enjoy.  They have to fight for their lives before birth because they aren't considered humans until the moment they enter this world  Yet their body parts are considered of worth and useful. Go figure!  What is wrong is now right,  as foretold in scripture.  How can we criticize other countries and call them barbaric when we are doing barbaric things also?  Are you appalled when reading scripture how King Herod decreed that all babies under the age of two should be killed in the hopes that he would kill Jesus?  Are you appalled when you read about China killing babies after they are born so that parents only raise one child which is usually a boy?  Also, often if a woman is found to be pregnant with her second or third child she is forced to submit to an abortion.  I ask myself, where are we headed as a nation?  Are we a moral country?  Will God's wrath come upon us because of our disregard for human life?  We reap what we sow and when it is harvest time what will our country sow?  When Saint Theresa of Calcutta visited the United States she had pity for us because of our disregard for human life and said she would pray for us.  I think we should all pray for God's mercy and begin to speak out against the things we know in our heart is wrong!

Wedding Anniversary

Today my husband and I celebrate our 59th Wedding Anniversary.  Fifty Nine years ago, our celebration began at 3 p.m. and the church didn't have any air conditioning nor did the building for the reception.  Needless to say it was a very hot day in Torrington, Wy.  Comparing it to today in Cheyenne, there isn't any comparison as we are having a cool rainy day today.  The weather didn't matter to us, because we were just excited that this was the big day to join as one.  That we indeed did and we have become one more and more as the years have gone by.  We often find ourselves saying the same thing at the same time, or one of us is saying it and the other one laughs and says "I was just thinking that." We went to early morning Mass this morning and asked the priest for his blessing, which he very readily gave us.  We had a tee time to go golfing, but by the time we arrived it was drizzling and very windy, so we went in and cancelled our plans to golf.  Our daughter Val was going with us, so we went to the coffee shop and enjoyed a hot cup of coffee and a beautiful time of visiting.  We drove by the apartments we own and there was our daughter and son-in-law working in the yard. They heard us say we had some urgent yard work to do and they went and did it! We planned to go to an early dinner, but by the time we had lunch we decided we wouldn't go to dinner.  So as you can see our plans all went astray, but it doesn't matter as we did what we both wanted to do and it was a beautiful day! We are greatly blessed and we thank God every day for all of his graces and blessings.  We are thankful for each day and thankful that we still have each other.  Our beautiful family is a treasure to us and we are grateful for each one.  It seems like our love for each other would have reached a peak, yet we find we are more in love and appreciate each other with every day we have.  Marriage is work and now in the twilight of it all we are retired and enjoying the fruits of it all.

TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER JANCIE

TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER JANICE

My youngest sister, Janice passed away on New Year's Day.  She was seventy one years old.She had a series of strokes two and a half years ago and never regained the use of her left side.  Therapy never seemed to help and she ended up in a nursing home unable to do anything for herself.  She was in a great deal of pain, but never complained.  The week of Christmas she was admitted to the hospital and treated for what they thought was a bladder infection, sent home and had to return to the hospital the next morning.  The doctor then ran a series of test and discovered she had stage four cancer. She lived a week.  I was able to call her several times in the hospital and tell her I loved her and was praying for her.  She could barely say hello and a yes.  I'm thankful I could talk to her. While in the nursing home, we talked on the telephone almost daily and if she forgot to tell me something she would call me right back.  It was a blessing she could talk and had a sharp mind after the strokes.  She was always positive about life and corrected me if I said anything negative.  We would reminisce about our childhood, events in our lives, family, and then we often ended by praying on the phone for each other or whatever concerns we had for others.  I know she would hang up and continue in prayer for me and my families needs.  She was a successful business woman and also tended to her many properties.  She led a busy life and loved every minute of it.  She accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior in her early twenties and lived her faith with vibrancy and enthusiasm.  Often leading people to the Lord and praying with them.   I already miss her laughter, her encouragement, her loving concern and talking to her on the phone.  I flew out to see her three different times while in the nursing home and these are treasured memories.  I know someday we will see each other again and right now she is enjoying her reunion with our parents, brother Fred and sister Jane. Farewell to the best sister anyone could ever have.

School starts soon and the signs are everywhere. School supplies are in and shoppers are filling their carts with the advertized specials.  I picked up five unneeded notebooks, but how can I resists at only twenty five cents each. I remember going to grade school with one notebook and a yellow #2 pencil. We didn't have backpacks or any of the frills available today. I grew up on a farm near Huntley, Wy and had to walk about a quarter of a mile to catch the school bus. On really snowy days my dad would drive us to the bus stop, but mostly my sisters and I walked and then huddled in a culvert to protect us from the harsh Wyoming winds. We were bare legged because girls weren't allowed to wear jeans or slacks except on Fridays. In the first and second grade I wore long brown stockings, if it was cold outside.
When we would hear the bus pull up, we would pop up out of the culvert and run to get on the bus.  By the time we boarded the bus it was about half full and I always opted for a seat up front. Some of the farm boys on the bus could be downright mean, so it was safer to ride up front. Huntley school consisted of a  grade school, jr.high and high school. There was an average of twenty to twenty five students in each class.We all were farm kids and almost everyone rode a bus to school. School started at 8:30 and dismissed at 4 p.m.
The major focus at our school was to learn! Reading, writing and arithmetic. Looking back, we received a good education and no monkey business was tolerated. We had lockers to put our books and personal belongings in and there weren't any locks on them.  I don't remember anyone ever getting anything stolen!
We recited the  Pledge of Allegiance and the teacher offered a prayer to start our day. We respected our teachers and studied hard to get good grades. We had extra curricular activities like music, sports, school plays, band, FHA, FFA, etc. One thing you could count on was homework! We didn't have any television, so evenings when home, were spent doing homework. I could go on and on about what school was like when I was growing up, however that could get boring. I admire the teachers of today because it is often a thankless job and many of them put their heart and soul into their profession.  (I know, because I have many teachers in my family!)  So, give your kids a loving send off and encourage them as they start the new school year.

4th of July - Past

Nostalgic memories -
Always a picnic
at the lake.
Swimming and fishing
Aunts, Uncles and Cousins
have joined us.
Free to run and play
No worries or cares
It's the 4th of July!
Celebrating our Nation's
Freedom.
We all knew it was a day
to honor our country and
the freedom we have.
A picnic lunch is ready
to eat.
Gathering around the
picnic table.
We all enjoy this time
together.
We pop all our fireworks
in late afternoon.
Say our goodbyes
and head for home
Tired, but happy
we live in the
 "Land of the Free"

My mother Viola Strecker

Tomorrow is Mothers Day and I am happy to be able to go to my granddaughter's home to enjoy a brunch with my family that lives here.  Being a mother has been a privilege that I enjoy.  I loved the years when my children all lived at home and I could nurture, raise and be with them.  One hears often "Enjoy these years when your children are young because they go all too fast!" How true it was! I have had the joy of watching my children become parents and raising them to be good people. In March I became a great grandmother for the first time. All of these events hit home how fast life goes by.  My mother passed away January 1990 and at times I long to be with her and just sit and visit. She was a good mother and tomorrow I will honor her in a special way on Mothers Day.  She raised seven children and worked hard on the farm where I was raised.  Her cooking was 'par excellant' and I think of her whenever I cook some of her dishes that I loved. She took us to Sunday School and Church every Sunday and I'm thankful for the spirituality that she passed on to me.  She taught me how to work until the chore was finished and to not be lazy. My clothes were made by her hands and I in turn learned to sew.  I owe a great debt of gratitude to her for the way she raised me for I am the person I am today because of her.  So I begin this day honoring my mother, Viola Strecker and thank God for choosing her to bring me to this earth.

"A New Day"

Happy February! So good to feel the sunshine today and have temperatures on the plus side! I'm dog sitting for my daughter this week and the dog did not want to go outside, however she was excited to go for a long walk today.  We enjoyed the walk until we came to a street that no one had bothered to clear their sidewalks, so that was a bit like tramping in the back country! I've been trying my hand at some poetry the past few months so I am going to share with you "A New Day" which I wrote one very early morning. Hope it inspires you to spend some time in prayer when you are up early.

A NEW DAY 

                                                   

I awaken early each morning

tossing and turning.

It’s no use – I get up.

The darkness hasn’t lifted

I await the light.

All is quiet and calm.

It is good to be up and awake.

No noise to clutter my brain.

What to do first?

Thank God for a new day.

Praise him for being with me

through the night.

Love and adore him and

acknowledge I am nothing

without Him.

Read His Holy Word.

Let it speak deep within.

Ready for the day

with God by my side.

Nothing can shake me -

I am steady as a rock.

God has prepared me

for whatever comes my way.

His love enfolds me

and tenderness surrounds me.

The light is beginning

to shine through the window.

My soul has been nourished

I’m ready to begin,

a new day has dawned.

    --Dorothy Lansing