Sunday, May 31, 2009
With our freedom comes the price. For me, it is the price to pray for our country in this dire and dark place in its history. It is to bow before the only One who can bring change to our land. It is to respond to a call to be lights in a dark world. If I look at the world and as it seemingly spins out of control in every corner of the universe, I would be fearful. I would wonder what my future holds. I would fear for my children and grandchildren. I would worry about friends when I can't see them.
For me, it isn't the world that I choose to look at! It is my Heavenly Father, the God of Creation, the Father of my Savior, Jesus, who I place my trust. That spurs me on to pray for my country and its leaders, my neighbors, my friends, and those who I encounter. It is the peace that I have when I pray for my children and their children and yes, their children's children.
So, Father, allow me to spread your joy to those who have not joy.
Let them see your light.
Protect our children and wrap your arms around them.
Come and invade our land with your Spirit and heal it with your power.
It seems like if there is stress that needs to melt away, for me and for Steve, we head for the Islands. San Juan Island is the largest and that seems to be a favorite. So with Saturday dawning with the promise of upper 70's, we headed for Anacortes to catch the ferry.
The day was clear in Ferndale and all the way to Anacortes but as we rounded the corner in Anacortes to the Ferry Terminal we saw that the blanket of fog that wrapped the islands was still covering parts of the trip...
The Ferry ride was wonderful and we docked in Friday Harbor, a little seaside town that without a car, you can have some fun bumming around in the shops...but we take the car because we have fallen in love with other parts of the island. We were off to Roche Harbor...lunch...sun...and lots of beautiful places to visit.
The harbour is beautiful and at noon the chimes went off and played for about 10 minutes...great memories.
The Old hotel built in the 1800's with it's garden is always fun to explore and has blooms for every season...
Steve almost ran to the dock to find out if the Phecal Phreak was docked...at times, he is such a boy...huh? Jane? His reason for taking the picture...Jon will love it! I reminded him that Jon HAS this picture...he still had to take it...I love that man!
It always surprises me when memories assail me. When I was little, lolligagging was not good. It meant that you were walking way too slow, you were taking too much time to smell the roses, or something! Later, my mom used the expression that she was just "gagging" the mall. In our house, gagging the mall brings a smile and memories of grammie. I stand corrected...both Steve AND Betsy credit Jane for the "gagging" the mall!We did see this sleeping, sun bathing seal when we went to Lime Kiln park. It is where the whales like to gather...this seal seemed a bit frustrated as the tide was coming up and waves from passing boats splashed on his whiskers and "bothered" his nap...I can identify...nap time should be nap time...PERIOD!
I realized that this North Dakota girl has taken all kinds of pictures of water an mountains and has ignored the islands' beautiful farms with llamas, sheep, statues, and there is even a camel!
At the end of the day, we feel like we always do...that we have had a three week vacation. God is so good and He is so faithful. He has given us an amazing playground to relax and enjoy...and we do love it out here. However, sometimes, a playground like this without our family and old friends from ND it seems empty...but then God reminds us that He has directed our paths and He will continue to direct our paths...and we praise Him for that!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
In our church on mother's day, one of our singers/drama persons, sang this song. It is funny and so true. So this is to all you moms out there who will understand and identify with this lady.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Jesus set the example for us to stand up. He commands us to go and be witnesses for His name. Whether these young people stood up as a protest to abortion in the name of Jesus or just to protest abortion, I don't know. What I do know is that they stood up. They took a stand. It is so easy to blend in with the crowd but much more difficult to stand up and be counted. I wonder what I have taken a stand for lately. What do I feel passionately about?