Saturday, May 19, 2018

A Beautiful Quilt

I recently had a friend who is very dear to my heart stop by for a visit.  She brought me the gift of a beautiful quilt she had made for me.  Guess she had checked in with my mom to see what some of my favorite colors are.  I cried when I opened it, thinking of how many hours she spent making something so lovely just for me.






She lined the back with a soft fluffy material that makes it not just beautiful but so warm and cozy.  I am going to love snuggling up with this.




It has been quilted with this beautiful heart design that will always remind me that I have received a true gift of love from the heart.  




 God continues to show me day after day how much he loves me through my family and friends.

And for those of you who have been praying for me I want you to know that I am doing well.  I can now stand on my own and am walking with a walker.  I hope to soon be able to move to a cane.  The journey to recovery is long and hard but God is faithful. 


 May he bless you exceedingly.

Friday, March 30, 2018

A Picture Frame of Blessings



I was wheeling myself into the kitchen a couple of days ago when I looked up at the table and noticed this lovely scene.  It made me think of a perfectly framed picture of the blessings I have been receiving during my time of recovery.



 A vase filled with lovely yellow flowers brought by a friend who stopped by to spend the morning with me.



 A basket that was filled a few days before with a delicious meal of hot soup, fresh cornbread and love.  A beautiful devotional book too.





 The 1928 version of The Book of Common Prayer, a wonderful and thoughtful gift sent to me by my cousin who remembers my Anglican roots.




A gift of beauty for the eyes.
A gift lovingly prepared to nourish the body.
A gift of prayer to nourish the soul.
Eucharisteo
Amen

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

An Accident



I sit in my wheelchair looking out at the winter garden.  The apple trees are only partially pruned and the bird feeders are empty. But I feel a sense of gratitude to be alive.  In the midst of the pain, the nausea from too many drugs and the frustration of being unable to walk or move freely God’s grace is with me.

It was five weeks ago when our lives took a pain filled and unexpected turn as we were returning to our car after a night out at the local ice hockey game.  As we walked across the street (in the crosswalk with the light) I suddenly heard someone shout out just as something struck us from the side and everything went black.  A car without lights on had come down the hill, run the red light and hit us.  The Inspector was knocked forward to his knees and had a cracked rib but I was thrown and landed about 15 feet from him.

When I regained consciousness I was on the ground unable to move.  I was surrounded by people.  Someone was holding my head and trying to stop the bleeding that was coming from my forehead and I could hear a woman asking me questions as she tried to keep me awake. I could hear sirens in the background. I began to understand that I was really hurt and I needed
to try to stay present if I could.  I had a concussion, my nose was cracked and I couldn’t move my legs. My next thoughts were, if I was hurt then where was my husband?  I began asking for him and was he all right.  They kept telling me he was ok but I was so afraid that maybe he was really hurt or even that he might have died and they weren’t telling me.  It wasn’t until we were transported to the hospital and a kind police officer was able to truly assure that me that the love of my life was really all right. God is so good.

The damage to my hip and pelvis was such that I was immediately transferred to the Harborview Trauma Hospital in Seattle.  I spent two weeks there after a 9 1/2 hour surgery to put everything back together again.  Two more weeks in a skilled Nursing Facility and I was finally able to come home.
I have now been home a little over a week and while I am getting stronger every day, it’s going to be many weeks before I am allowed to even try walking.

During this entire time, in spite of his own injuries my sweet and beloved husband has been by my side every single day.  Our children have rallied around, taking turns bringing their dad down to the hospital in the early days, bringing or arranging meals and stepping in whenever needed.  I have been blessed and surrounded by good friends who have prayed and called, sent notes of encouragement and visited.  God has shown me how much my friends and family truly care about us and that has been a wonderful gift.

What God ordains is always good and I am trying hard to keep my eyes and heart open to what he is working in my life.  So, no pictures today just a heartfelt gratitude and a prayer that each of you who are reading this would know the riches of God’s blessings today.






Monday, January 22, 2018

Winter Wanderings

Saturday afternoon The Investigator and I decided to take a winter drive to clear the cobwebs from spending too much time indoors.  We headed north into the farming country of Skagit County passing old farmhouses, barns and empty muddy fields.




Off in the distance we could see flocks of snow geese which have migrated down from Alaska and Siberia.  Thousands of them arrive every winter.  Unfortunately, we were unable to get a close look at them this trip, so the photo below is from a girlfriend who was in the area last week and was lucky enough to see a flock resting by the side of the road.
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Eventually, we ended up in the little town of LaConner nestled along the Swinomish Channel between the mainland and Fidalgo Island.  In the spring and summer these little streets are bustling with tourists stopping to enjoy the farm produce and to boat along the channel.  This day the skies were overcast, the breeze was blustery and cold, and the boardwalks were empty.



In the distance you could see the Rainbow Bridge which crosses the Swinomish channel and takes you onto the Swinomish Indian Reservation.


Back on the main street we burrowed into our coats, and with hands in pockets, took a little walk peeking in the windows of the local art galleries and enjoying the peaceful courtyard gardens between buildings.




We wandered into a couple of shops including this old fashioned general store.



I have been seeing these little sipping broths in several places recently.  Has anyone tried them?


Lavender farming has become very popular in the area and this sweet smelling shop, showcasing local Lavender products, looked interesting.  








I loved this lavender wreath and was tempted to bring it home.  Perhaps another time.



 We took a late lunch in a little bakery restaurant, redolent with the delicious smells of fresh baked bread.



Homemade bacon and mushroom quiche with fresh clam chowder, Yumm!  I was halfway through it before I realized I wanted a picture.


The days are short this time of the year and by the time we had finished it was time to leave if we wanted to be home before dark.  I have already decided not to wait so long to come back to this lovely spot but for now it's time to call it a day.  Adieu!

Friday, January 12, 2018

The Work of Christmas

Hard to believe that Christmas was already almost three weeks ago. 


 The packages, piled high, have been opened.


Lights of Christmas at Warm Beach


The story of Mary and Joseph has been told.


Lights of Christmas, Warm Beach








The Angels have made their proclamation.



Jesus the Savior has come into the world!


And already the world has moved on.  The story has been all but forgotten as the tree has been taken down, the ornaments and lights packed away for another year, and people make their new year resolutions.  So what now?





Truthfully, I am not sure if I kept Christmas as well as I could have this year.  Certainly, we did some wonderful things during the season, visiting the lights at Warm Beach, taking our family for a winter weekend at Seaside (which I will share about more in another post), baking cookies and hosting the family Christmas dinner, and just enjoying all the festivities that the holiday season brings. I loved every minute of it, but I think perhaps I was a bit more of a Martha in a Martha world than a Mary.  

There was one moment though, when I took my mom to the Christmas concert at the beginning of Advent, and I heard a song I had never heard before.  Perhaps you have, but it was new to me.  I would like to share it with you here  The words have echoed in my heart and reminded me over and over that Christmas isn't done.  Christ is still here living in us and we are the light shining in the darkness because of him.

 
THE WORK OF CHRISTMAS

When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins;
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the brothers,
to make music from the heart. 


Our Lord said whatever you have done for the least of my brothers you have done for me. (Matt. 25:40)

May this not be just a new year resolution, easily made and quickly forgotten but a way of life because God first loved us.

Wishing everyone a blessed and happy new year.