Beginnings

One childhood ends while another begins.

One mother realizes her age and the end of busy days with children.

The other is just beginning her life with a child of her own.

To hold my daughter's baby will be an incredible experience, one that I wouldn't want to miss.

A new phase of life, this grandparenting, the beginning of watching and praying.

The Electric Connection

WeSandmen came home from Thanksgiving vacation to a cold house. We were thankful to make it home before the blizzard hit full force and snapped the power lines. For a night and a day we were without electricity, which for country living also means no water. We had filled all our vessels full of water at the first signs of the storm, knowing from experience that our power might go.

Losing our power makes us realize how really helpless we are without stoves, refrigerators, computers, lights, television, and running water. We did not quite know what to do with ourselves. I had a pile of laundry from the weekend that I had to leave in a pile. My husband could not get to work or get on the computer which made him grumpy. He wandered around the house in survival mode gathering candles and lanterns, filling the tub with water, and making little messes for me to clean up! I took a long nap. We waited anxiously for the return of our power.

Even as I write this, I am seeing spiritual analogies. We wait in this world, darkened by sin, for the return of Christ. When He returns, the lights come back on and all is well again. We have our lives back as they were meant to be. Without Christ, we are dead in our sin, helpless to save ourselves, although we scurry around trying to fix things, trying to survive. We feel helpless in the face of death, our last great enemy.

Technology has solved many of our problems and made our lives easier. (Imagine going outside in a blizzard to use the bathroom!) It has also made us weak in some ways. We are dependent upon machines to a very large extent. It is sobering to remember that if one little wire snaps, our lives are put on hold. It would be wise to develop interests and abilities that do not rely upon the electric connection. Wiser still to put our trust in an all-powerful and merciful God.

In the Autumn Air

It was a crisp, clear, Thanksgiving Day. The meal was over and everyone had gone their separate ways, to study, visit on the phone with friends, or sleep in front of the football game. The pie had been delicious this year and the dressing supreme, but, as usual, something was missing. It was anti-climactic. It had taken her mother hours to make this wonderful feast and although they tried to stretch out the conversation around the table, it was over in 30 minutes or less. Everyone was stuffed and sleepy, seemingly content to do very little.

It was excitement she wanted, something wildly fun, perhaps even dangerous! She needed to get out of the stuffy, sleepy house into the cold air and do something exhilarating. "I"m going for a ride, Mom," she said. Dressed warmly, she got in her car and took off. She knew what she wanted to do, but didn't know if she had the courage.

When she arrived at the barn, there was Kitty, waiting for her. The mare nickered and was rewarded with a lump of sugar. A former race horse, Sheza Kitty, still had hot blood in her and she longed to run. Today, she might get her chance. Never before had the teenager allowed Kitty to run her fastest. "I don't even know if I can stay on!" she thought.

Saddled and bridled, the beautiful sorrel with four white stockings stepped out into the blue and gold autumn air. The girl mounted and they were on their way. "If I let her go, I don't know if I can get her stopped. What if she runs into something? What if she trips and falls? What if I fall? " They found a dirt road that stretched for miles, flat and empty. "She's a quarter horse. She'll only run a quarter of a mile before she gets tired." she reminded herself. "Courage!"

Kitty immediately sensed something different about this ride. She gathered her legs under her and took off. The girl urged her on with yells and encouragement. Kitty broke into a run - not a canter, not a gallop, but a run. No... this was more like flying! For the first time, the teenager felt like all the other heroines in the horse stories she so avidly read. She and Kitty were as one. The ride was smooth and soooo fast. It took all her strength, but she knew she could stay on, she could finish the ride. And indeed, Kitty showed her breeding by slowing after a quarter of a mile. They finished the ride in companionable silence, horse and girl satisfied with their performance. The horse felt relaxed and content. The girl knew that she and her horse had, for a moment or two, actually flown in the autumn air! Her joy in this ride, her sense of freedom, speed, and exhilaration was made all the sweeter by her prison-like experience of wearing a body brace for the last three years of her young life. Indeed, this was thanksgiving!

Rococo
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"I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me."
Jesus

Riding the Red Monster

He was going to ride the combine with his Dad for the first time! Dad lifted him up into the cab of the big red machine and climbed in himself. They drove out to the field. The tow-headed three year old was wide-eyed and silent. He watched and rode, very patiently observing everything in silence. They were harvesting milo, a reddish-colored grain used for feed. The young child had seen this crop planted in the spring, cultivated and growing over the summer, nurtured along by his Dad, who was now cutting it down. The heads of the milo were cut and the grain went into the mysterious depths of the monster machine, where it appeared to be ground up and spit out the back. Milo dust filled the air and made the boy and his father cough and itch. Not wanting to appear less than intelligent about this seemingly brutal process, the boy turned to his father and asked, "Dad, is this good for the milo?"
Rococo

There's Some Good in This World and It's Worth Fighting For!

"Do you remember the old stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, its only a passing thing. The shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come and when the sun shines, it will shine the clearer. Those are the stories that stayed with you, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand! I know now! Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Sam?"

"That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for!"

Sir Colin
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quote: LOTR The Two Towers