Quilt Story

Last weekend I went to the Oklahoma Steam Engine Show in Pawnee, OK. Before you click away, this post is NOT about steam engines, it's about quilts! I headed off to the craft buildings, and found one full of quilt displays. In the back were a couple of very nice women demonstrating weaving and other fiber arts.

Soon one woman took center stage, and began to tell wonderful stories about her years of making quilts. As she spoke she laid her beautiful creations on a large quilt stand next to her...the variety of colors and shapes and sizes was breathtaking.

She told about receiving a large gift of material from an elderly lady who was going into a retirement center. They didn't know each other, but through a mutual acquaintance they connected, and she ended up with 5 horse trailer loads of boxed pieces, and then some!

The material spanned the decades, some from the 1910's, 20's, the 40's, the 60's and 70's...each era had color characteristics which reflected the mood of the age. She occasionally apologized because some of the quilt pieces were uneven or had some type of flaw due to the material. I remember thinking, "but that gives the quilt a special character!"

I also thought, people are the same way...when I think of my friends and the people I know and love, I don't think "so-and-so is so absolutely perfect, they just look so beautiful"! Instead I think of the little things that make them different from all the "quilt squares" around them, the things that give them special character.

The quilt lady was Elda Martens, a Mennonite woman who, along with her husband, has been traveling for many years sharing her love of quilting and her love of Christ. As she concluded her time of sharing, she also told us that this would be her last program. I was so thrilled to have heard her speak, she is a true Oklahoma treasure. I also want to share some of the beautiful quilts I saw that day...look at these and think of the people in your life, so different, so beautiful, all unique and special.

Better Late Than Never...I Hope!

Hedgie says, "Back away from the strawberries and nobody gets hurt..."




We have been planning on starting a garden this spring, but planning is about as far as it has gotten until the last couple of weeks. We decided we might as well till up the ground and get started, better late than never. So my husband tilled up two big spots in the backyard, one for veggies, one for watermelon. Then the floods came. Rain of biblical proportions that put our county and 37 others on the federal disaster aid list. Then the water dried up, and the freeze came. Mid-April and everyone who had already planted was covering their plants with blankets and sheets. So we waited a bit longer...

Today I finally planted some things! My husband still wants to till one more time, so I used a raised bed for some strawberries and tomato plants. We will see how it goes, I'm hoping better late than never! Here are some pics of the plants before and after, plus my little scarecrow, Hedgie. I wouldn't mess with him, would you?






Here are the two garden spots, maybe someday they will be filled with beautiful and delicious fruits and veggies!




If I don't grow anything else, I did make some "fresh lettuce" in my shop! Here is one of my knitted creations, "Shredded Lettuce Scarf"! Hopefully I will have some tomatoes soon to go with it...

The Definition of Enthusiasm

From our choir loft at church you can look out across the sanctuary to the glass front doors, and see people climb the front steps and enter the building. Last night as we sat in the choir practicing before evening service, a tall, lanky young woman made her way up the steps and into the church. As she approached, someone said these words, "Here comes Sam! Prepare to be hugged!"

Most everyone knows Sam here. Sam grew up on a horse ranch a few miles outside our small town, riding from the time she was very small. A few years ago she suffered a devastating fall from a horse that affected her both physically and mentally. Since that time, she has grown up (over 6 feet tall!) into a beautiful young lady. Last night as I watched her at church, I could not help but think of the definition of "enthusiasm".

When she enters the room, everyone is instantly her friend and should "prepare to be hugged". If your shirt needs tugging down a bit, she will walk right up and do it for you. As she sat in the sanctuary last night listening to a message of hope and faith, her enthusiasm could not help but bubble over into smiles and amens. When the pastor described Christ's love and sacrifice, Sam clapped her hands and said "That's awesome!'. That I thought, is true enthusiasm.

The word enthusiasm comes from the term "en theos" or "in God". According to Wikipedia, an enthusiast is a person inspired by God. When the early Christians would see someone convert to Christianity there was this overwhelming joy that followed the gift of salvation, but they had a problem. There was no word to describe this feeling so they combined the two words (in God) creating the word (entheos) from which we get the English word enthusiasm. So originally, someone who was enthusiastic literally had God bubbling up out of them. God was in them, and it could not help but show on the outside.

Sometimes what we need in our churches and our lives is a little enthusiasm. Today the word is defined as simply being excited about what one is engaged in. Enthusiasm, either by the original or the modern definition, is sorely lacking. I love this quote from Douglas MacArthur:

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

We may wrinkle on the outside, but far too many are wrinkled on the inside. If anyone should have enthusiasm, it is Christians, who literally have God within. Too often we slather on creams and sunscreen to fight wrinkles on our skin, but we do little to screen out the things that wrinkle our soul.

I have many things to do this week, some that are seemingly routine and trivial, others that are much more important. I pray that I do all of them with enthusiasm. And I thank God that Sam showed up with a smile and a hug to remind me of the true definition.

Automatic Pilot

This morning I groggily got up at 4:18, shut off the alarm which had already been "snoozed" twice, and walked into the kitchen. It had been 4 very short hours since I had gone to bed, and I was still craving more sleep. I opened the refrigerator, got out the eggs and sausage, and automatically began making breakfast for my husband before he left for work. (No breakfast for me this early, my appetite will kick in about 9:30 or 10:00) I was standing at the stove cooking eggs when I finally woke up. "You need to go to the bathroom!", my bladder politely reminded me. I realized I hadn't even done that yet, rather just automatically gone into the kitchen to start breakfast. Before I could take care of the eggs and the call of nature, another call screamed through my brain. "Coffee!" I hadn't made coffee yet, that was still left undone. I quickly tied my legs in a knot and hopped over to get a coffee filter. Soon the coffee was brewing, the eggs and sausage were sitting on a plate, and my bladder was happy. But now my brain was fully awake, and it had seized upon an idea...automatic pilot.

How much of what I do everyday is just done on "automatic pilot"? I have caught myself driving to the post office or some other routine destination, and before I realize it I have somehow manuevered a monstrous 4WD Dodge Ram long-bed extended cab from point A to point B without even thinking about it. That's a little scary. Then when I get to the post office and someone says "Hi, how are you?" that automatic pilot kicks in again. "Just fine!" What is 'just fine', anyway? I'm 'just fine' and everyone I meet is 'just fine', too. (Our nation's motto shouldn't be "In God We Trust", it should be "We're All Just Fine!") How much of my day is just spent on automatic pilot, without much thought for or appreciation of the what, where, why, how and who?

And of course, that carries over into the spiritual. How much of what we do for God is just done on automatic pilot? Do we get up and get ready for church with an attitude of appreciation for all that worship entails, or is it just another part of our routine? Do we put any real thought into our prayers, our giving, our devotions, our study, or is it just another part of our routine that is checked off the list when done? And like the "just fine" at the post office, do we deal with others on automatic pilot, or do we really stop to listen to our brothers and sisters in Christ?

Sometimes that automatic pilot can be a good thing. Automatic pilot gets the eggs and sausage ready when I'm still asleep, and sometimes it gets me to the post office. I hope that some part of me is always "on automatic pilot" as far as God is concerned, that I will live and think and react in a way that pleases Him. The obvious cliched answer is to let God be our automatic pilot, and in a way that is true, we should be led by the Spirit of God. But God doesn't call us to live out cliches, nor to waste our time without thinking about what we're doing. Life and the people around us are much too precious for us to live that way.

The Message says it this way in Ephesians 5: " Wake up from your sleep, Climb out of your coffins; Christ will show you the light! So watch your step. Use your head. Make the most of every chance you get. These are desperate times!
Don't live carelessly, unthinkingly. Make sure you understand what the Master wants."

It All "Depends"...

Last night I experienced a wonderful example of how attitude is everything. Our women's group, mostly aged 40+, met to have special prayer for missionaries during Easter week. As we sat together chatting as ladies do, someone mentioned all the flu-type sickness that has been going around our church, our town, and our state. Somehow the topic evolved into a discussion of coughing, coughing fits, and eventually morphed into the subject of *ahem* spasmodic urinary incontinence. It seems that this is a universal experience among women of a certain age. Yes, there we were all sharing stories of times we either coughed or laughed so hard that we wet our pants! We smiled and laughed at ourselves and each other, and all agreed that "age happens".

I later thought, how wonderfully upbeat this was, and what an example of attitude being so important. Age happens, and we can react in two ways. We can bemoan the fact that things fall apart (and fall south) or we can find others going through the same changes and laugh together about it instead. (When the eyes start to fail a bit, why not treat those new glasses as a fashion accessory instead of a flaw of age? It's all in the attitude!) For some reason, I am much more comfortable with myself at 40+ than I was at 20, when everything was in just the right place. Maybe it's more that my head is in the right place now instead of my body.

I had always heard the poem "When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple". Now I understand that she was talking about the veins in her legs! I think this is the inspiration for The Red Hat Society, an organization of women facing middle age with humor and style. Well, my ladies and I, we have our own group and we have that same attitude. Except I guess you can call us The Wet Pants Society! As I said, it all "depends" on your attitude...

The Things We Leave Behind

Last week my husband's grandmother passed away. She was 93 years old, and suffering from alzheimer's. For what seems like many long months, she did not recognize any family members, including her own son.


This weekend some time was spent going through a portion of her belongings, the things she left behind. My father-in-law pulled out two drawers from a chest and asked us to look through them and see if there was anything we would like to have. I wish I could show you actual pictures of the items, but here is a partial list:


A card signed by President Ronald Reagan, on the occasion of her 50th wedding anniversary.


Some old ration books from WWII.


Several Native American dolls and books, reflecting her Choctaw Indian heritage.


Many old spools of thread and needle books.


Postcards and brochures from places around the world that she and her husband had traveled to.


Various pieces of costume jewelry.


A pair of Mickey and Minnie dolls, a reminder of years spent living in southern California and many trips to Disneyland.


Among the other items, three stood out the most to me. One my father-in-law had already removed, one we found that day in the drawer, and one that I looked for but could not find.


In that same drawer several weeks ago, my FIL had found a small envelope containing a piece of paper and a stick about 5" long. The paper said, in his mother's handwriting "This is a stick our little Jeff played with. May 1964". For over 40 years she had saved a piece of stick that my husband played with as a toddler. She loved him so much. My FIL put the little stick and the note in a frame as a keepsake.

Another item that stood out was a letter from her husband she had saved. Just a short note written on a plain piece of white paper. He worked as a welder in a California shipyard and often was away from home. The note was brief, "I can't wait til Friday when I can hold you in my arms again..." It contained a few other sweet sentiments, and ended with these words: "You are my good woman. Love, Bill". That is a beautiful testimony of their life together, over 60 years of marriage before he passed away.

The last item I looked for but did not find. It may have been thrown away, sold at auction, or may still be packed away somewhere. I hope to find it, because it is the one thing of hers that I really would love to have. A small wooden sign, hung with brown cord, with these words: "It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice." That summed up my husband's grandmother to me.

The things she left behind showed that she loved her family, her family loved her, and that being nice in this world was more valuable than being important. Those are pretty good things to leave behind.

The 12 Opossums

This is one of the better things making the rounds on the internet right now:

The Bible explained by kids - truth has been redefined!

One of our favorite jobs has been leading junior church. We try to do more than baby-sit our church's beloved little ankle-biters during their time in our special junior church facility. We aim to give them a solid background in biblical history. At the end of each year, we give them pencils and paper and ask them to chronicle what they have learned. This assignment never fails to elicit some intriguing responses. In case you're a little foggy on your biblical history, let our junior church students help you with this complete overview of the Bible, compiled from their essays:

In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one,' but I think He must be a lot older than that. Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did. Then God made the world. He split the Adam and made Eve.

Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet. Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden. Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.

Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.

Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived to be like a million or something. One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a ham.

Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check.

After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.

Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then He gave them His top ten commandments. These include don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's bottom (the Bible uses a bad word for bottom that I'm not supposed to say. But my Dad uses it sometimes when he talks about the President). Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor thy father and thy mother.

One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua, who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town. After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me. After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore. There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them.

After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of the New Testament. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a barn, too, because my mom is always saying to me, Close the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.')

During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Republicans. Jesus also had twelve opossums. The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.

Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount. But the Republicans and all those guys put Jesus on trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead.

Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up to Heaven, but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.

There! Now you understand it.