Thursday, February 9, 2017

I Marry You Because. . .


-12° and two feet of snow!  It was 1979. No one would attend our wedding ceremony. 

Amazingly, 125 people braved the elements to join us in a celebration of love in a beautiful, historical chapel (St. James) in Boardman Park, Youngstown, Ohio, on February 10, 1979.  It’s hard to believe that 38 years have zoomed by and if both my knees weren’t bad and your back was in good shape, we’d still be dancing!!

Jobs, full-time ministry, heartaches, thrills, celebrations, friends, three children, sports,  four grandblessings, assorted  pets, 6 homes (2 rentals and 4 our own), good times, not-so-good times, tears and laughter, sickness, surgeries, good health and bad, for better – for worse. . .we’ve come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord, and He has never, ever failed us yet.

I think of Thornton Wilder’s writing: “I didn’t marry you because you were perfect.  I didn’t even marry you because I loved you. (Even though I do and have been wild about you for 38 years.) I married you because you gave me a promise.  That promise made up for your faults.  And the promise I gave you made up for mine.  Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage.  And when our children were growing up, it wasn’t a house that protected them; and it wasn’t our love that protected them – it was that promise.”

You are still the first person I want to look at when I wake up in the morning and the only one I want to kiss goodnight.  The first time I held your hands I could not imagine not being able to hold them.  Our love has been a transformation over time.  We aren’t the “kids” in our 20’s any more, but we are like good, fine wine that has aged well; its fragrance and aroma arouses the senses and soothes the palate as it is tasted.

Our hearts wear no watches  - our love is timeless, not measured in years, yet sometimes like the Timex – “it takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’!  We certainly have been resonant and our relationship a mutual understanding of trust and agreement.

When I look at us, I do not see the age, the limps, the wrinkles, the pain. . . I see us – our hands touch, our hearts linked -  forever and always, two “kids” in love out to conquer the world with our dreams. 

I take this man to be my husband, my friend, and my love?  I affirm this relationship we have enjoyed to deepen and to strengthen it.  I will be yours in plenty and in want, in good health and in bad, in triumphs and in failures.  I will cherish you, love you, respect you, comfort you and encourage you from this day forth. . .I did and I still do!

Happy 38th anniversary my love!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Unfinished



Weary and worn
Words streaming through my mind
Like water tumbling along the rocks in the brook
Neglected blogs
Stories and truths begun
Unfinished
The urge to pen thoughts before they pass
A still, small nudging voice
But something more pressing
Seems more important. . .
Words fall asleep waiting to surface
Need to write. . .need to share
Darkness sneaks in, sleep beckons
Silence
Daylight creeps through the early dawn
Sunlight filters through the curtain
An alarm draws me into reality
Another day repeats
Composing, words now fail
Come Holy Spirit speak
Forgive my lack
Renew my mind
Refresh my thoughts
Speak through my words
Reveal yourself
Encourage
Enlighten
Uplift
Those who happen by

Monday, January 12, 2015

It's All About the Protagonist



During the season of Advent, this past year of 2014, I sat in our chapel with hundreds of other believers as the various candles of the Advent wreath were lit each week. Our pastor shared a series of messages about the first Advent that happened two thousand years ago as God sent His only Son, through a young virgin, to set up a kingdom of love in the hearts of mankind.  We know Him as Emmanuel, Jesus Christ, Son of God - Savior. We discussed worship in Advent, the peace, “Shalom” that came in to the world that night in the tiny town of Bethlehem.  How wonderful it would be if our world was identified by that shalom today. . .we can but imagine.

And then, after discussing the “protagonist” of the Advent, our pastor began to elaborate on the “antagonist” between the candles, the one opposing the protagonist bringing difficulty and strain into our lives. I listened intently and heard what I already knew but (my theory) it never hurts to be reminded.  How do we live knowing that this antagonist of our souls lurks in the shadows of every area of our lives? No areas are off limits to this Antagonist. His main goal is to seek and destroy the things of Christ including those of us who proclaim Christ as Savior. What we do. How we act and how we react determines how we live.  Even when we prepare ourselves for battle each day. . .
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God,  that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.  Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.  In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication.” (Ephesians 6:10-18)

. . .we are often blindsided and caught off guard.  

As Christmas was rapidly sneaking up on us and the end of the year creeping ever closer, I had no idea what the antagonist had in mind for me and my family. How can we engage in this battle each and every day without the type of armor mentioned by the Apostle Paul above? I tried to picture what it must have been like on the night that our Savior made His entry into a cold, heartless world and what his earthly father and mother faced in keeping him safe from the antagonist. What happened in the following two weeks, found me being gratefully thankful that I first had a personal relationship with the Protagonist of the Christian’s life and second, that I knew how to put on my “armor”.

My brother flew in alone to visit with us absent his wife and son who stayed home to work.  Long story short, he arrived not feeling well and looking very poorly. By mid-morning the following day, he was in the midst of a second heart attack (the first occurring on the way TO the airport the previous day) when my oldest son, who is a nurse at CLE Clinic, arrived, assessed him and drove him to the nearest CLE Clinic ER where he was life-flighted to the CLE Clinic Main Campus.  In less than 90 minutes, the doctor team had performed life saving measures and techniques to save his life.  He is not yet out of the woods and will have additional procedures performed in February to remove blockages and stabilize his heart, but he is alive – many, many were praying and the antagonist of his soul failed in his attempt to prematurely snatch my brother’s life from him and because of his personal relationship with the Protagonist, he is still with us.

My daughter and her family made a brief, whirlwind visit just a few days before school was to restart after the holiday break. Marc was on leave from the USN and he and Sophia stayed behind while Pamela and Gabi traveled back to Norfolk in Bryan’s truck. Bryan, Val, Lyla, Marc and Sophia would follow in just a few short days. 

We don’t like our children making long journeys at night and the night these five left for Norfolk was no exception.  We prayed and entrusted them to God’s keeping.  About 3:00 AM, having missed an all-important exit, the tired driver glanced down at the GPS only to miss a blinking red light, signaling stop, and crashed broadside into a large van having the right-of-way.  When every air bag had deployed within the Chevy Traverse and the five realized what had happened, they were immediately grateful for God’s protection.  While the vehicle was totally and completely demolished, the antagonist’s plan, again, was foiled by the protecting hand of God and His angels who had charge over our children and grandchildren.

“Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place, the Most High, who is my refuge no evil shall be allowed to befall you, no plague come near your dwelling. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up, lest you strike your foot against a stone.” (Psalm 91:9-12). . . .or crash into another vehicle. . .

It’s all about the Protagonist - our Savior – and the all-important relationship that we have with Him.  It is because of that reason and the fact that we call upon our Heavenly Father and trust in His mercy that the plans of the Antagonist are thwarted as he attacks us time and time again.

Sitting quietly, alone with my thoughts
Christmas has slipped into the beginning of another year.
Advent past
Lights are dimmed. . .silence golden
Snow continues falling softly upon the landscape
Timeless decorations packed gently away with the memories of another year
Thankful for family, grateful for friends
My brother’s life spared – my children alive
God is good – He’s given us another chance
Protagonist – it’s all about you!
Antagonist – you fall to defeat! Again. I have read the back of the “the Book”.
We win!! Hallelujah!  We win!!!

-RS




Thursday, September 18, 2014

In Celebration of Autumn



The very last days of summer struggle to bring warmth to the cooling of the autumnal earth in the north Midwest as the crayon box colorful leaves attempt to hold their grip on branches ready to release them to dance in the light winds as they drift earthward. 
I celebrate Autumn. It is my favorite season.


“ . . . Here I stand in wonder of this
A soft wind blows to me a kiss
My spirit tells my mind to hush
Peace abounds in Christ for us.
The seasons change, come and go
But this is what I truly know
When autumn leaves begin to fall
I think of Him most of all.” ~Kathleen Higham~

I love the autumn sights –
The mountains arrayed in splendor of color,
The ripe red and yellow apples begging to be picked,
The mums adorning porch steps along with corn stalks and scare crows,
Flocks of Canadian geese in formation landing on our lake to rest before continuing their journey southward.

And, I love the smells of Fall –
Fresh apple sauce, fresh apple pie and dumplings with cinnamon ice cream,
Hot-mulled cider simmering on the stove,
Hayfields with freshly baled hay stacks,
Wood burning in backyard fire pits sending their resplendent fragrances into the night air.

Awaken my senses -
Let my mind drift easily back to autumn times that were simpler. 

Running through leaf piles and rolling down backyard hills in Pennsylvania with cousins,
Dashing the mile to home from the school bus stop to play outdoors in the quickly fading sunlight amid the vibrant colors still cling to sparsely clustered branches
Sitting down to supper of bowls filled with steamy beef stew over mashed potatoes from the garden. 
Waving goodbye in the crisp autumn air and starting a new chapter in my life

Settling into a college dorm on a beautiful little campus nestled in the picturesque hills of Pennsylvania
Sitting high in a restaurant overlooking the splendor of Autumn’s beauty surrounding Niagara Falls
A little boy, together with his dog, peeping out from beneath a mound of freshly raked leaves

Huddled beneath soccer blankets in moist, crisp, autumn air cheering on the Bulldogs
Standing at the altar admiring the fragrant Fall flowers of friends joining their loves and lives

Saying goodbye to an old, dear friend lowered into the autumn earth amid rustling leaves beneath blue skies. . . .

Ahhhhh. . . .Autumn. . .

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. . . a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has put eternity into man's heart. . .” Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2, 11
“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.” Gen 8:22


Thank you, dear God, for reminders of your infinite love and care for us through the beauty and color of this season.  -RS

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