On Eagle's Wings

On Eagle's Wings
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:29-31


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

A Southern Hodgepodge

Hodgepodge Fun!

1. Can you believe we're rolling in to the Labor Day weekend?

No, I cannot! What happened to this year? 

I know that technically summer isn't over until later in September, however, for kids who are back in school, vacations, and water parks, it is bye-bye Summer!

What's a project you'll labor over this fall?
I don't have any projects lined up here at home, but I would like to get serious about clearing out closets and getting rid of unnecessary items in our house, attic and garage.

2. Tell us about the best perks you ever had in a job?

Aside from my insurance and vacations, I enjoyed the comp meals when I worked for Brinker International, but I think my favorite perks were when I worked in the home of the founder/CSO for a ministry in Dallas. My work area in my office was surrounded by Christian books all of which I had free access. Also, being so close with my boss over the years I learned much about ministering and counseling gently to other people ... I still have a long ways to go!

3. August 31st is National South Carolina Day. Have you ever been to SC? Yes. Any desire to go? According to Southern Living, these are the top ten things to do in South Carolina...

Explore Charleston, bike, golf or relax on Hilton Head Island, see the beach and the boardwalk at Myrtle Beach, visit the state museum in the capital city Columbia, observe the wildlife and natural beauty of the Ace Basin, take a walk or hop on a trolley and check out Greenville's charming main street, visit Fort Sumter where the Civil War began, stroll through Pearl Fryar's Topiary Garden in Bishopville leaving time to check out The Button Museum, also in Bishopville, see Morgan Island (also known as Monkey Island)-home to nearly 4000 Rhesus monkeys.

We visited South Carolina a few years ago. One of my favorite places we visited was Middleton Place. It was beautiful, interesting, and a very tranquil place.

Which is most appealing to you today? If you're a SC native, resident, or frequent visitor what would you add to the list?

Nothing could be finer than to return and visit the places on your list which we did not see. Our trip there was much too brief.  

4. Beef, pork, country-style, barbecued, baby back, spare or short...your favorite kind of rib? Barbecued baby back ribs. I don't eat ribs but maybe once a year.

What's a dish you enjoy that really 'sticks to your ribs'?
A bowl of oatmeal loaded with walnuts, raisins, butter and brown sugar!

5. What's one important skill you think every person should have? Listening.
Why? Everybody can talk. Listening carefully makes you a much better communicator when you do speak.

"Don't ever forget that it is best to listen much, speak little, and not become angry."
James 1:19 TLB

6. Insert your own random thought here.

What can anybody say that hasn't been said about Hurricane Harvey? I read carefully the ways to help and I have done what I can. It just isn't enough. Praying for the people of Houston and those who have gone there personally to help. God bless them and protect them.


When our son isn't on duty as firefighter, he teaches and trains the ones who do water rescue. He said two task forces were deployed a week ago from Dallas and that one team pulled over 800 people out yesterday alone. 

Here they are training.

Monday, August 28, 2017

The Gathering

Our weekend adventure was one we had been eagerly awaiting - the baby shower for my nephew Chase and his lovely wife, Julie. So my DH and I traveled to Oklahoma once again for another happy event.

The theme was a golden books shower to help build the library Julie has planned for Tenley.There were books everywhere and each of us brought books as well.

The shortbread cookies were decorated as little golden books.

My nephew Chase. He is an amazing young man and I guess it's perfectly fine for me to brag about him as he is a man of many accomplishments. A football player for a high school team that took state championship, West Point graduate who also played football for Army, Army Ranger, Green Beret, Captain, and now a Dad to be! 
My brother and his wife, Susan with their son, Chase and daughter-in-law, Julie.

The very exuberant hostesses!
I think all of the ladies have been close friends with Phil and Susan and
so part of Chase's life since he was born.

Lincoln making the rounds waiting for this party to begin.

Patiently waiting.

Some waited with a smile. My sister
and her daughter, Robyn.

Come on!

Finally! Let's open presents!

Julie's helpers, Robyn and Hunter.

Hunter took a real liking to Flappy the Elephant,
but she did give it up after a while!
I think that's a good sign that Hunter approved, so
I'm sure Tenley will like Flappy, too.
Flappy's ears wiggle and cover his eyes as
the song plays "Do your ears hang low, do
they wiggle to and fro."

Back at my brother's house, Susan prepared dinner for all 12 of the family.
While we waited, Hunter showed me the bed Susan had fixed for her.
It was so pretty with Peppa Pig sheets and comforter and
a net canopy which reached to the ceiling.
So adorable.

See? That is how a princess sleeps.
Hunter is quite the performer, too
and sang Let It Go (with all motions included) for all of us!

What an absolutely wonderful time we had together and I know my brother, Phil, and Susan had very full hearts as they felt and enjoyed the love from all who sat at their table this weekend. And all of us felt the love that Susan put into a fabulous meal! After dinner, Susan and Billy serenaded us with their ukulele talents and we all had fun singing silly songs.

Chase got in some good practice playing
with niece Hunter and nephew Lincoln

Crystal enjoying a little free time as Chase
entertained Hunter and Lincoln!

DH and I stayed the weekend with my sister and her husband, Don. We had a nice visit together, enjoyed looking at old pictures. She pulled out a few albums for me to look through and I think I will be posting some of those later. This one below she posted on Facebook this week and so I am sharing now.

My parents with me, my sister, Roberta, and my brother Phil in 1958!
They would have loved being part of the gathering this weekend.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Friday Foto Friends

I am joining Friday Foto Friends with more sky pics. It is my hope that next week I can come up with something a little more original, although I can't seem to stop taking pics of the sunsets. They are so beautiful. Post your pics and link up with Deb at Breathing in Grace for Friday Foto Friends.

Pray for the folks on the Texas coast which is supposed to get hit with Hurricane Harvey. It sounds very scary. 

I just happened to notice this little fellow on my walk the other morning.
These guys sing a loud chorus that always says summertime to me.

God certainly has made amazing creatures to inhabit this earth. 

Throwback, Thankful and More Back to School Memories this Thursday

Kate with her new teacher.

Jack with his new teacher.
(Not sure he's too keen on the hug!)

First day of school for Mom, Kate and Jack
She said it was a wonderful day for all of them.

You will be thankful I didn't write in everything I remembered about my first school! If no time to read, at least scroll down to read the last paragraph!

My memories of this school and my experiences there are good. However, it wasn't without its moments!

I don't remember whether I was excited about going to school or not, but the first time I was inside was for a physical examination at a clinic being held for kindergarten enrollees. Now I am sure I went along willingly with my Mother, and remember standing in line for my turn. But when my turn actually came up, vividly I remember throwing a FIT and I mean such a big temper tantrum that my Mom had to give up and take me home. The fit was?? Because I had to remove my shirt for the doctor. A doctor I had never seen before! My Mom was upset, extremely upset with me because now she would have the added expense of an appointment with our doctor for something that would have been free. On top of that, she did not know how to drive which meant she would have to walk two little girls to the trolley stop to travel downtown for the exam. Oh well. Of course none of that meant anything to me. Poor Mom. She told me that when I first began kindergarten, each day I would be crying because I had to leave, and my little sister would be crying because she had to stay!

Kindergarten was fun with Mrs. Crews and one of the things that stands out about assignments was being told one day we were to draw a picture of a cat! Imagine that? I didn't want to draw a cat. Never had a problem with turkeys at Thanksgiving, paper chains at Christmas or Valentines in February. I remember the large room, construction paper, the smell of the white paste, crayons, taking naps and spinning around on the floor until I wore holes in my panties! I'm sure we learned something in kindergarten (how to tie our shoes) but these days, our grand kids already knew how to read and print and do simple arithmetic before beginning kindergarten.

First grade was wonderful! Learning how to read all about the adventures of Dick and Jane, how to write, and arithmetic. Laddie pencils, pink erasers, fat crayons and wide ruled tablets. Reading was my favorite subject and our teacher divided the children into groups according to skill and assigned names to our groups. Since I was such a good reader, I was in the top group called The Blue Racers!! I thought I was pretty hot stuff.

I loved and adored my teacher. Mrs. Brown was especially kind to me and it was a treat to stay after school with her to help clap out erasers and little chores like that which gave me a chance to have special time with her. One day as we talked, I was feeling a little full of myself and I guess wanting to impress her, so I told her about riding my bicycle to school. That was a big fat lie, er uh, story. Apparently this upset Mrs. Brown to think that a six year old girl was riding a bicycle so far to school and so she contacted my parents about her concern. I don't remember getting a spanking or any punishment for this, but it was a little embarrassing to have my Mom refute my story and have my hero find out I had fibbed. I told quite a few stories in my younger days, and guess I wasn't very good at it, because I always was found out. A verse my Mom told me many times was, "Be sure your sins will find you out."

One other thing I learned in first grade was that if you told the teacher you had a tummy ache, she would send you to the office to see the nurse. If you were really in a lot of discomfort (or at least acted as though you were) the nurse would, of course, call your Mom to come take you home. Again, my poor Mom. As I previously mentioned, she couldn't drive, and oh yeah, we had no telephone, so a neighbor had to be called to run next door to get Mom and then drive her to the school to bring me home. Yes, I learned that little trick and my Mom caught onto it right away and kind of clued the nurse onto it.

Really and truly, I was a good little girl and a good student, but gee, these little things don't sound much like it when I see it here in writing, do they?

I kept Mom on the run. We always walked to and from school, no matter the weather. We walked with a group of children in the neighborhood, always together. As an adult, I have driven our route from our house to that school, and I can tell you it was a "pretty fer piece" for such young children to walk. Now there were a couple of times I had a tendency to want to go home with a friend after school -- so I did. I just did without asking permission. Mom had to leave my sister with the neighbor to come searching for me ... on foot. It's a mystery to me as to how she found me since I had gone off the beaten path. Do I need to mention that was only repeated a couple of times, because I recall there was a nice skinny branch off one of our trees that wrapped very nicely around my legs. Jumping and hopping, I learned that lesson well.

One of the nicest things I remember about Mark Twain Elementary was that once a week in the last period of the day, our class would walk in line single file to the church across the street to listen to a Bible story, do a craft of some kind, and color a picture of whatever we had studied that day! Do you find that simply an amazing thing? A public school being allowed to coordinate special sessions with a church for us to hear about the Bible and God? I have never thought to ask anybody else whether this was something unique to Mark Twain Elementary or if it was something standard for schools in the 1950's.

Second grade at Mark Twain was a delight as well and I progressed and adjusted to school and everything about it. My teacher, Nancy Olmsted was young and pretty with ivory skin and she wore bright red lipstick and tied small silk scarves around her neck. I can still hear her voice as she read Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr aloud to us. She was the only teacher I ever enjoyed listening to read a book as I have always preferred reading to myself.

Just before I was to enter third grade, my parents bought a new home across town. Although it was exciting to find out our family would be moving (to a house with a swing set), it was a great disappointment to me to learn in 1957 that I wouldn't be able to continue at my first school with my friends and beloved teachers. Of course I came to like that school and my third grade teacher and made the transition just fine. But, to my surprise, the first morning I stepped into my fourth grade class and found that the teacher I had in second grade had been transferred to my new school! It made for a wonderful fourth grade year.

Ah, the memories of your early years of school days. Mark Twain was in a poorer section of town and my understanding is that it is even more so now. We did not know we were poor then. We had everything we needed.

But what I discovered in my little search for a pic of my first school was a very cool story involving children at Mark Twain of second grade and below. There is an annual coloring contest for which the prize is a new bicycle for the winners. All the children were gathered together to hear the names of the winners. Each child was instructed to stand as their name was read. Now, imagine the surprise of a child hearing their name called and then to hear the name of EVERY child read and ALL children standing as they learn they would each have a new bicycle. That story brought tears to my eyes.

The Tulsa World would not give permission to share the photo, but here is a link to the story about the bicycles and who gets credit for the gift of the bikes.

Looks like I've run on way too long with my memories, but for me, it was a nice trip! My prayer for our kids is to enjoy sweet memories of their school years as they grow older and have wonderful teachers who will leave them with great examples in leadership, integrity and knowledge, along with wisdom in their knowledge.

 "The [one] who knows right from wrong and has good judgment
and common sense is happier than the man who is immensely rich!
For such wisdom is far more valuable than precious jewels.
Nothing else compares with it."
Proverbs 3:13-15

"The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom.
    Though it cost all you have, get understanding."
Proverbs 4:7