Wednesday, September 27, 2006

*Treasures from Heaven...


Last week I was *treated to a week at *Eagle Crest resort near *Sisters Oregon by my friend *Debbie. This was the *view from our *condo...

I can't begin to tell you what a *great time I had!
She had invited a bunch of *ladies to come and work on their *crafts. Lots of scrapping, stamping, beading and hooking going on. Lots of *silliness, *eatin', *late nights and *sleepin' late too. What a blessing...Thanks again, Debbie!

I got *home on Friday and the next day *John and I went to the *coast for *Macs' third birthday party. As usual, *Rachel went all out. Since Macs was born on International Talk Like a Pirate Day, she *planned a pirate themed *party complete with a *cake that looked like buried treasure on a sandy beach and a pirate ship and treasure chest for the *kids to play in.

{Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...Matthew 6:19,20}

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

1916~2006

He passed last night.
I only 'knew' him for 10 hours,
But he will remain in my heart forever.
Rest in peace, dear friend...

Monday, September 04, 2006

Time Well Wasted


Wow. Today is Labor Day. That marks the end of summer in my book, and it's a sure sign that fall is just around the corner! I like fall and the return to a more structured use of my time. But, I will miss summer, a time to be unstructured and to just let go and live...

Here's a recap of what I did this summer:

Read lots:

  • Three Weeks with My Brother by Nicholas Sparks and Micah Sparks
  • Night by Elie Wiesal
  • For Women Only by Shaunti Feldhahn
  • Acting Their Age by Regina Hale Sutherland
  • Chamomile Mourning by Laura Childs
  • Broken Children, Grown-Up Pain by Dr.Paul Hegstrom
  • 20 Life Transforming Choices Adoptees Need to Make by Sherrie Eldridge
  • 52 Scrapbooking Challenges by Elsie Flannigan
  • A Designer's Eye by Ali Edwards
  • Designing With Type by the Autumn Leaves Design Team
  • Freestyle by the autumn Leaves Design Team
  • the me book by the Autumn Leaves Design Team
  • Signatures by Somerset Studios
  • True Colors by Somerset Studios
  • lots of magazines

That covers the ones I finished. I won't even mention the ones I only started. I also:

Helped Melea move. Watched the boys while Rachel moved. Went to visit the girls in their new homes with and without John. Had Ian at our house a few days. Went to the County Fair. Had Josh at our house a couple of days. Went to the movies. Watered the lawn & garden lots. Took naps outside on the swing. A little bit of heaven... Watched the birds at our feeders. Watched the birds build nests in the yard and care for their babies. Went to an all day scrap. Went to the beach. Had a visit from our dear friends from back in the day, Chuck & Lin. Celebrated our 33rd anniversary. Discovered The New You Seminar and went to one. Learned lots of amazing stuff from Dr. Hegstrom. Caught up on some scrapping. Took Ali's class in Phoenix. Blogged.

Wow. I'm impressed!

{There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1}

Friday, September 01, 2006

from my journal...

Sitting here in the ICU with an Anam Cara patient.
It is quiet except for The Machines.
I can barely hear Mr. X as he breathes the last breaths of his life before entering eternity.
But The Machines, they are loud.
With a steady hiss and hum they fight the inevitable.
This ICU is brand new.
With new Machines.
New everything.
Man's heroic- yet futile- attempts to fight death.
Oh, sometimes we postpone it.
Hopefully make it bearable.
But, in the end, sooner or later,
It always wins.

Dear Stranger in the bed,
What kind of life have you had?
Why am I, a stranger, sitting here beside you instead of a loved one?
Do you know that Jesus loves you? Died for you?
Are you at peace knowing you go to spend eternity with him?
I pray that it is so.
There is little more that I can do.
So, I sit and pray for you
and love you for him,
dear stranger in the bed.

{Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us. ~2Cor 1:9&10}