It’s hard to believe August is already here. The months fly by! Each new month feels like crossing over a bridge into a new chapter in our lives.
My youngest grandson has has a long-distance relationship with a girl from Colombia. They’ve been sweethearts for more than 6 years. With the help of FaceTime and occasional visits to/from Switzerland, they have kept love alive.
I can’t imagine how hard it must be to love someone who lives so far away.
Facetime may be a Godsend for distance connections, but it’s just not enough! Occasionally they manage to connect in the flesh. Ain’t love grand? God bless ‘em!
When Bob & I were dating and when we were engaged, he was in the army, stationed in Germany. We went two weeks between communication- a letter at a time.
Ain’t technology grand?
What was your dating experience with your loved one way back when? Or do you have a loved one far away now? How do you manage?
We crossed the bridge from distance to closeness 64 years ago and have remained close ever since. I’m so glad I don’t have to rely on a computer or phone screen to see my loved one.
“A Sanctified Art” is the Advent program my friends at church and I are using this Christmas season.
It was suggested that we take or find a photo inspired by the Word of the Day and share it daily on social media. I have been remiss. We’re already nine days into Advent and I have not posted these words or photos for you to see.
But, I have colored the quilt pattern that contains the words… and I have contemplated the meaning of each of the words as they came due. It’s not too late to begin sharing. Today’s word is: “Embrace.”
You might expect me to post a picture of Bob & me embracing, but I’m not going to be so predictable!
It’s easy to embrace those we love, but learning to embrace the storms of life… that’s a different story!
Yesterday’s word was “Together.” That was a much easier word to embrace! It was our bonus daughter, Elaina’s birthday – and she was able to be together with her daughter and son-in-law to celebrate.
And a Happy Birthday to you, dear LainaLainaLaina!!
It was a party day for our son, Ty and his wife, Monika, and they were able to host a large group of leaders from their church. There is such joy in that kind of togetherness!
We returned recently from a three week trip to Switzerland … and the togetherness with our daughter, DeAna, was magical!
When you think of the joy of togetherness, what comes to your mind? And in terms of embracing the storms of life, what is a storm you are facing? Tell me about it… and I will certainly add your resolution to my prayer requests.
See ya tomorrow with the word of the day for beginning your December 10th.
Owen Leo Beekman Born 7-24-23 on my 85th birthday! (We’re both Leos!!)
Just look at that face! Doesn’t he look innocent?
Guess again! That “Ducky” used to have a head!
First to go at the expert chewing of our destructive pup was the beak… then the whole head!
And next, the wings had to come off, and all the stuffing out of the body!
So, I cut the limp body off of the rope, and as you can see, he loves his rope!
We’ve had Boston Terriers all of our married life, 62 years worth, with about six different pups in those six decades. But none was as destructive as this guy!!
See that collar on him? It is to prevent him from pulling the stitches out from the surgery he had last Monday.
Suppose getting him neutered will calm him down? We hope so!!
He really is a sweetheart… when he’s asleep! But he is such a live wire when he’s awake… Always into something! Will not sit still in Bob’s arms to have his toenails trimmed the way our last Boston, TazE, did!
But, Owen’s just 10 months old today… and so he is still learning, still a puppy. Give him time, huh? Owen is destined to be an angel…
We just pray that he makes that transition while he is still here on earth. Right?
My mom loved poetry and she saved those she liked the most when she saw them in the newspaper back in the 1930’s. I have the cardboard on which she taped her favorites.
It’s inside my kitchen cabinet door. So faded you can just barely read it. The date says 1936! One of my favorites of that collection is:
My dog is a nuisance, an absolute pest, With him in the house there is truly no rest. He leaves dirty tracks on the mirror-bright floor, And scratches the paint from the tidy front door.
He slobbers his water and spills half his food; The rugs are all gnawed and the slippers are chewed. He sheds tufts of hair and he scatters his fleas; He buries his bones under bushes and trees.
He keeps me awake every night with his yaps; The neighbors all cuss him for spoiling their naps. I’ll stand it no longer. I’m getting fed up. I won’t be a slave for that bothersome pup.
Er, pardon, excuse me – but what did you say? You ask if I’m giving my puppy away? You’ve the nerve to suggest that you’ll take him with pleasure. Well, certainly not – he’s an absolute treasure!
…Margaret Macprang MacKay, poet
Here’s mom… with my dad … back in 1936 At the time she collected those poems, Before my sister and I were born. Aren’t I the lucky one? To have such parents?
Thank you, Mom, for your love of poetry And your love of dogs, and your tolerance. Er, pardon, excuse me, but what did you say? You ask if I’m giving my Owen away?
Well, certainly not! I’ll keep him with pleasure. He’s an absolute treasure!!
Yes, you Owen! You chewed and shook and squeaked and rampaged that toy to death!
But Mom, it’s such fun!
Ya, well it isn’t made of cast iron, you know.
Can I chew this foot off of it?
Obviously you can, Owen. And you did. And then the ear. And then the other feet. And finally got a piece of the stuffing. And then the squeaker. What a mess!
It’s okay. I have other toys!
Uh-huh! But how long will they last!? You are hell bent on destruction!
But you love me, Mom, right?
Yes, Owen, I love you! But you definitely need some training … and some cast iron toys!
Boston Terriers are such fun!
Owen keeps us on our toes! He’s quite a character. My blogging has had to take a back seat to his care and attention. This week we’ll begin some intense training for him. Do you have any advice!?
You want me to ring that bell? What a silly idea!
Yup, ring the bell. Do your business outside. Don’t chew on the furniture. Stop grabbing your dad’s shorts off the bench in the bedroom and carrying them to the living room.
September blows in with its many promises Of new beginnings and of endings, too. Away with sandals, sunscreen, summer scorchers, Mowing lawns, trimming hedges, trips to the zoo.
Enter colors rich in autumn hues, Football mania, school admissions, taxes due. Welcome loved ones who waited to visit Until the bustle of summer was behind you.
September promises the joy of learning New ways of navigating challenges that spring Up unexpected as we explore new venues, Putting the old behind, welcoming each new thing.
Each season has its own kind of newness And this one is certainly no exception. September ushers in a ton of TV shows That viewers hope to see with clear reception.
But staying in and looking at some screen Is not what this season’s all about. The outdoors begs you to explore September’s promises – take a new route.
There’s winter, spring, summer, and fall. Just like the natural seasons change, so do the seasons in our lives. The Bible tells us in Ecclesiastes 3:1, “For everything there is a season.” It also tells us in Ecclesiastes 3:11, “ [God] has made everything beautiful in its time.”
Paint a word picture for me here Of what you hope September will bring. I’m looking forward to our visitors – Family always makes my heart sing.
What’s in store for you this September?
Thanks for visiting JanBeek. Happy September first to you!
If you have time, listen to this beautiful song sung by my favorite singer from my high school and college days… Liquid Velvet!! The year Nat King Cole recorded this was the year I graduated from college and began my teaching career! Yup, an oldie, but goodie!!
Today our little town of Ennis and the neighboring tourist town of Virginia City, Montana are overrun with tourists who can’t get in to Yellowstone because of all the damage to roads and bridges because of the flooding.
This is a train bridge washed out by the flooding. Roads and bridges, houses and places of business have collapsed under the siege of rushing waters.
The Yellowstone River and the Gallatin all are washing away Yellowstone National Park’s infrastructure. It is so sad.
CNBC reported on its website, “Some of the worst damage happened in the northern part of the park and Yellowstone’s gateway communities in southern Montana. National Park Service photos of northern Yellowstone showed a mudslide, washed out bridges and roads undercut by churning floodwaters of the Gardner and Lamar rivers.
In Red Lodge, a town of 2,100 that’s a popular jumping-off point for a scenic route into the Yellowstone high country, a creek running through town jumped its banks and swamped the main thoroughfare, leaving trout swimming in the street a day later under sunny skies.”
Look left and right in this next photo and see where the road should be/ used to be. It’ll take months, if not years, to repair this kind of damage.
In the midst of all this, though, we know we have a Protector who is watching over us. We have not heard of any lives being lost.
Yesterday’s devotional in my “In Touch” daily reading reminded me to BE AT PEACE. “We can have peace in the midst of uncertainty,” Charles Stanley wrote. “If He is our Rock, then we won’t be shaken by the events in this world or even those in our own life.”
Psalm 62:5-8
“5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. 6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. 7 My salvation and my honor depend on God[a]; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. 8 Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.”
Today Bob & I are headed for Bozeman. It’s our nearest city, about 60 miles away. The sky is blue, the temperatures are perfect – in the mid 70’s – there is a slight breeze. Life is good. The hills are green. Our lilacs are in full bloom. God is good!
My heart goes out to those in Harm’s Way – war zones, flood zones, etc. – but I know “My Redeemer Liveth” and I can be at peace. I pray you are feeling God’s peace today, too.
May God bless you… and reassure you that indeed, He will bring us all to Victory! Enjoy this lovely reassurance from Nicole Mullen:
I haven’t posted for a week. Have a Happy Cinco de Mayo! Just here for a quick catch up…
Today’s message in my on-line Guideposts devotional contains an unintentional pun. I’ve been told that the doc may cast this hand with the broken finger when I go in for my follow-up appointment next Wednesday. Meantime, it is wrapped like a mummy and the pain pills are an important part of keeping me from full agony. But they also have some unpleasant side effects that I won’t elaborate on…
Here is a screenshot from my iPhone:
Yes, cast my cares. Cast my hand. Rest in God’s Grace. These are important prescriptions.
Thank you for your prayers. God is good 👍🏽 If you read my blog a week ago, you know I misjudged the height of a curb, tripped, landed on the sidewalk with all my weight on my left hand, broke and dislocated the little finger. You know it could have been much worse. Coulda been the right hand. Coulda been the head or the hip. This left pinky finger will heal. I need to be patient, and faithful about elevating and icing it.
Before I go, though, I need to tell you: Love ya… Appreciate your expressed concern. So grateful for neighbors/friends who come with food and friendship. We are blessed indeed. Your kind words are a comfort. I’ve missed my WP blogging… but, it’s too hard with one hand. As the Guideposts message suggested, I need to let go my troubles, cast them aside, and rest in God’s grace.
This is day #3 inside. There is a snow drift behind my car, too high and hard for Bob to shovel it (although he tried… and I yelled at him to STOP the whole time)! I am blessed that we have a car. We have a garage in which to keep it. I have a husband with good intentions (even if they are ill advised for this guy with congestive heart failure). So, yes, I am counting my blessings!
So, Bob finally stopped before he keeled over! I am glad he did so before he fell in the snow and I was unable to lift him up! The pickup is beside that snow drift. It is frozen. It was -20 degrees this morning!! We had in plugged in overnight into something that was supposed to allow it to start today. But that didn’t do it! Even our pickup is not perfect, right? But, I have called the local auto shop and they are sending a mechanic out who will start the pickup (at least I am praying he is able to do so).
It is time for us to get to the post office and see if the forms from the IRS are there. They are forms we need in order to fill out the application for help getting the medicine Bob needs for his heart problem. The form asks for something related to investment income for 2021. It’s time for the company to send us those tax-related forms!
Not true… If you are fortunate enough to have enough money to invest some of it, you may not always know what those investments are worth. It changes with the winds of time!
But, having time is a gift. Having enough money to pay someone to come start your vehicle is a gift. Having sense enough to stop and come in out of the cold – yup, that’s a gift, too. Having a warm house to come in to – that’s quite a blessing. It’s so cold outside that the pipes in my bathroom froze and I have no cold water flowing in there. But, I have warm/hot water! Now, that’s a real gift!!
What blessings are you counting today? Tell me one or two of them so I can thank God for blessing you, too.
Thanks for visiting JanBeek and for leaving a comment.
You are a blessing to me! Stay warm… and have a Wonderful Wednesday!
Oh, the joy of being great-grandparents is a joy many never live long enough to experience. We do not take this for granted. An afternoon with our granddaughter, Hope, and her two children, Xander and Sienna, reinforced for us why God gives children to the young!!
In Genesis 17, when God
himself appears to Abraham and tells him that Sarah will bear a son, Abraham falls on his face laughing and exclaims, “Can a child be born to a man who is a hundred years old? Can Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?” (Genesis 17:17).
(Genesis 18:13-14) After Sarah laughs, God turns to Abraham, asking, “Why did Sarah laugh, and say, ‘Shall I indeed bear a child, now that I am old? ‘ Is anything too wonderful for the Lord?” Sarah has been caught in the act of her private laughter and mocking commentary, a response which catches God off-guard.
We understand why when God granted Sarah the child she longed for all her life (she was in her 90s – so it was quite a miracle), she laughed (not believing God could really do that) and then she gave Isaac to the church. The priests there raised him!
Oh sure…. she gave her child to God in gratitude for God’s generosity. Suuure!!
I’ll bet she didn’t have the stamina to care for that lively little guy!
Hah! We loved visiting with our great grandkids, but we’re sure grateful it’s Hope who took them home – not us! Embrace those great-grandchildren… and then kiss ’em good-bye. You bet!!
I’m headed to bed. I’m exhausted! See ya tomorrow (God willing) Love, JanBeek
I couldn’t lift her!! Her mama had to help me get her in my lap!
