Today everyone is Irish, with the wearin' of the green.
Today everyone is Irish, most everyone it seems.
They laugh and weep for the dear old folk,
Who came here from across the sea.
Today everyone is Irish, and most especially me!

A simple poem for my great-grandfather, John Riley Cordle. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all the "Irish" among us.

Today outside my back door there are birds singing in the pine tree. I am sitting at a computer that was paid for long ago, in a chair on which I owe nothing, and in a house that is not mine...the bank still owns it. As the bad economic news continues to roll over all of us, the debt in our lives has become a real focus of my energy. We are setting goals for getting out of debt. for us that means one big credit card, a truck payment, and of course the really biggie...the house.

The truth is that we have not always made wise decisions concerning money. We are not the best "tithers" (although we sincerely try) and we have spent money that borrowed from future earnings far too often. We gave our children and sometimes our grandchildren things we could not afford, that even perhaps they might not have needed, because we love them and sincerely wanted to shower them with blessings. We went on vacations that we could not really afford, not often, but more than we should have. We sound spectacularly like our government, don't we?

A few years back Dear Husband and I were "downsized" and unfortunately for us, that did not refer to our body size, but rather to the loss of my husband's thirty-two plus years job. It was a real kick in the head, and since then we have been trying to learn from it. I think in many ways God has used this jolt to help us grow in our faith and understanding of God's plans for us.

Don't misunderstand, we went through our "mourning" period. We suffered under the same delusion that many folks of our generation had, that hard work and giving 100% and then some would keep you "safe." Ha! Dear Husband did not work for nine months, and then got a menial job earning less than one-third what he had earned in his previous employment. We had to pay our own way through COBRA for health insurance, and that completely depleted our savings account. The blessing is that we received a ten month severance package and we never went a day without health insurance or a week with out a pay check. God is so good! DH now has a job earning about half what he did, and I am working again, so God just keeps raining down the blessings!

My wonderful Grandma always said that you had to look for the "silver lining" in the dark cloud, so I think we are getting better at that. The upside for us is that we grew up on and around farms. We know how to plant and harvest, how to scrape and scrimp, and make do. Dear Husband is joyfully planting seeds and nursing along his baby plants in his basement workroom. Since he has been "cut back" (again, sigh) to four days a week in his new job, he has been building a compost bin for the backyard and planning his summer garden. All those things which we learned long ago will hopefully serve us well as we head into uncertain economic times. I am trying to master the art of baking our own bread, instead of paying nearly $4 a loaf at Kroger. We do not dare raise chickens (Columbus says no way) but we are looking for ways to reduce our debt and our use of the world's limited resources, by making do with what we have. Since we both grew up in homes with an abundance of children and a lack of abundance in funds, this is no big deal, and certainly nothing new.

We are still enjoying life, and we have learned to count our blessings far better than if we had never "lost" my husband's job. God is always at work in our lives, we just need to open our eyes and see His hand at work.

One of the prevailing ideologies of our culture is the value of "being useful." We cut our teeth on those old stories about the Pilgrims and their adage of, "He who does not work does not eat." As adults we define our lives, our identities, our selves in some ways by the "usefulness" of our activities, often by the professions we choose. We are our job, we don't do our job. I think this is a big mistake. What happens when we are no longer able to "do?"



It is not necessarily just your age that defines you, as far as our culture is concerned. I was only in my very early twenties when my children were born. One of the memories I have of being a young mom at home with my little children is in trying to explain to folks who did not share the belief that my at home job was a "real" job just what it was I did. I was often made to feel a bit defensive about my choice to be at home during my little ones early years. I would give everything I own and several years of my life to have back just one day of those times with my little children. Those of you who are still "in the trenches" and raising young children may find this difficult to believe, but being a wife and mother was my real life's work...everything else I have done with my life is only a side line, and relatively unimportant.



It is not just those at home with young children, but also those who "sit on the sidelines" due to age or infirmity. They feel that the world is defining them by its standards, and not the standards of God. Our kids used to listen to a Christian artist who sang a song called, "Lifeboat." Although it was a bit satirical, it questioned our cultural obsession with just what it is that gives us "value." Do we pitch the developmentally handicapped child into the ocean to "make room" for someone of "more value?"

I know for my folks, especially my dad, it is hard to feel like your life lacks purpose...although just getting through the days when you reach the age of eighty is challenging enough! My mom, God bless her, still finds joy in taking care of my dad, and has never lost her smile, even though the past year has taken its toll on her health as well. The world would not value the "purpose" she has chosen for her life, but I think she has chosen well.



Jesus often took notice of those "along the pathway of life." He saw them, when to most they were invisible, indeed often distasteful and "unclean." He saw people in doorways, those dropped down through roofs, the outcasts that others literally avoided like the plague! He touched the untouchable, he involved himself with those that society had long ago given up on. Would that I could be like Jesus...change my heart oh God, mend my broken places so that I can see with your eyes, and love with your heart.



I often wonder in what ways we live our lives in acknowledgement of the worth of all persons, even though they may be aging, incapacitated by poor health, or too young, or poor, or...?



If we follow the example of Jesus, then we must see persons as valuable because He created them, not for what they may or may not be able to "contribute." I think it is not the fear of aged numbers that makes us try to avoid old age, I think it is the fear of the loss of respect from those around us because we have lost our "usefulness." Thoughts to ponder, and a challenge for me to change my way of thinking.

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Albert Einstein

"Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things." Philippians 4: 8

"No matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love. Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.

Love doesn't strut, doesn't have a swelled head, doesn't force itself on others, isn't always 'me first,' doesn't fly off the handle, doesn't keep score of the sins of others, doesn't revel when others grovel, takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, puts up with anything, trusts God always, always looks for the best, never looks back, but keeps going to the end.

Love never dies."

I Corinthians 13: 3-8 The Message (Paraphrase of the Bible)

The winter landscape of ice and cold and gray skies can mirror our own thoughts and emotions. We can wallow in the cold, complain at the deep chill, bemoan the grayness and bleakness of the long winter days.

But we cannot abide there long. We are children of the Light. Inside us glows the life giving Spirit, warmer than sub-zero temperatures, brighter than dark stormy blizzard skies, and unquenchable.

Today I will let your Spirit shine through my life. I will love as You love, I will do my best to be a bringer of Light to my world.

"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8: 12

Fill me with your Light!

If you have lived at all, you have known failure, loss, and disappointment. You have felt the sting of hopes broken, and dreams dashed upon the rocks of sin and missed opportunities.

If it were not for the grace so freely given, the mercy and salvation of our loving and forgiving God, no growth could happen. If not for Him there would be no hope, but....there is hope in Jesus Christ, and forgiveness, and mercy, and love.

Fill us up, Father God. Create new and pure hearts within us. Thanks be to God. Amen.

When I was a little girl, my great-grandmother thought I could play the piano. She loved to call out her favorite hymns and warble along while I plunked them out on the old upright dinosaur that graced the "parlor" of my grandma's house. She would sit and rock herself back and forth to the rhythm of the old familiar tunes and I would sweat bullets and bite my lip and try not to disappoint her too much. She rarely complained, and seemed to enjoy the company. Sometimes she would tell me how much better I sounded than the last time...God bless her.

Women who were born shortly after the end of the Civil war, as she was, usually had few options. Pretty much they had to marry, and she did, twice. Her first husband died while out west panning for gold. She was brokenhearted, but soon married a widower who had a parcel of children of his own. My grandmother was the oldest girl of that second marriage.


My great-grandma was a midwife, and she had played the piano and organ in several small churches, so how she ever tolerated the discordant mess that I was filling the air with, I'll never know. My father lived with her in his late teens, and he often went along on her "deliveries" to keep the men folk occupied while she and the mama to be did the real work.

The really cool thing is, I'll see her again. I just wonder if she'll be rocking and singing along to her favorite hymns. I had better start practicing.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart

and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways acknowledge him,

and he will make your paths straight."

Proverbs 3: 5-6

Words to live by:

"Do not repay evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. "

"If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head."

"Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."

Roams 12:17, 18,20,21

Okay, today is the day. I'm cranking up the stereo, diving into wrapping, and by gosh, I am gonna have fun while I do it!

This was the song I used to sing to my little people, long grown now. Guess what? I still feel this way about them, and the new generation of little people...I'm smitten!

"Look at that face just look at it!
Look at that fabulous face of yours,
I knew first look I took at it,
This was the face that the world adores,
Look at those eyes,
As wise and as deep as the sea,
Look at that nose,
It shows what a nose should be!
As for your smile, it's lyrical
Friendly and warm as a summer day,
Your face is just a miracle,
Where could I ever find words to say
The way that it makes me happy,
Whatever the time or place,
I will find in no book,
What I find when I look at that face!"

SOME DAY

Some day I will buy all Christmas presents by Thanksgiving.

Some day I will bake three hundred different types of Christmas cookies.

Some day all my closets will be neatly organized and I will know the location of every item in my house because I'll have all the items listed with descriptions and locations on a wonderful computer disc and also possess a hard copy, just in case.

Some day I really am gonna be skinny...really, I mean it this time.

Some day I will be a whole bunch smarter and I'll ???

Some day I'll...

Some day I'll....

Oh wow, I'm fifty-seven. Maybe I'd better get cracking.

And just how am I spending all my time? Well, there are these little people who I adore, we play office and school and I take Spanish and Algebra lessons from the thirteen year old and pray God will help me hang on to what is left of my brain long enough to keep up with her a little bit, and sometimes we go bowling and play badminton. And I listen to Pixie read me Junie B. Jones books, and we laugh and snort and giggle a lot.

And there are those little K people who love to paint and bake cookies and play games, especially hide and seek with Pepaw, and ask lots and lots and lots of questions...especially "Wheels," who now urgently needs to go bowling again so she can improve her score. There are Lego structures to build and pictures to draw and crafts to make and Bible stories to talk about and Webkinz for goodness sake.

And there is this big old guy who hangs around here loving me, and making me laugh and taking me places and smiling at me and hugging me...he is very distracting.

And of course there are my parents and my sisters and brother and their kids, and Charlie's mom and his sisters and brother and their kids and the farm, and the buildings on the farm falling down, and the firewood to cut and haul.

And my church, and my job, and all the books I'm reading, and laughing and loving, and praying, and living...that's it.

When will I just stop wasting my time and get organized???

God of mercy and love, watch over my family, where ever they may be. Keep them safe and warm, but most of all hold them in your heart and fill their lives with the blessings of your peace and joy. Amen.

Just a note about the next to the last post. Those thoughts were prompted by getting "button-holed" in the drive way by someone who felt the need to tell me where I would be spending eternity...in essence in a far, far place, and most certainly not with him in a good place.

"Wonder Woman," a.k.a "Bright Eyes" wants to be know as "Wheezer." Wow, should we even go there?

There are those who share our belief in Jesus as the Savior of the world who profess to know which among us will see God's face, and those others who will be lost and face eternal separation from God. I am not one of those.

I cannot step into God's place and call out names of those who must step to right or the left. I rest assured on God's grace, mercy, and love. I make no claim to such wisdom and run in the opposite direction of what appears to be "judgement."

Does God give us such discernment? If so, it was not given to me. For that I am eternally grateful. I am happy to leave those choices to a loving and merciful God.

WORDS OF WISDOM FROM AN OLD MOM

Motherhood is a terminal illness. You die with their names on your lips and their joys and sorrows filling your heart.

Accept it now! It will make your life make more sense and make it easier to deal with the fact that you

(according to Jason Robards in the movie "Parenthood,")
"never cross the finish line, never spike the ball in the end zone."

Common now, we both know you are gonna lie there taking your last breaths worrying about how this dying thing is affecting them...

Hm mm..you are thinking that I am the one with this problem, yes, I can hear your thoughts. Okay, so maybe it is me.

Never mind.

There are days when my feet float above clouds, and there are days when I feel like I cannot see the sky. I try so hard to remember that God is always there, even when the sky seems dark and full of storm clouds.

Lord, give me courage to hold my candle high into the darkness, and to bravely light the way before me knowing that You are there ahead, guiding me along a path You have laid out for me, and that You will never leave me or forsake me.

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from you presence? ...For you created my inmost being..."Psalm 139

"Sweet pea" has a new nickname. I call her "Wheels" because she is always thinking, analyzing, studying, figuring things out in her mind.

"Wonder Woman" no longer wishes to be know as such. There is simply no better nickname for her than "Bright Eyes." No guesses necessary as to whom this refers, right? This change is subject to her approval, of course.

Have a wonderful Monday all my sweetlings; Boo, Pixie, Wheels, Bright Eyes, Princess and Spiderman (who may morph into Ironman at any moment.)