Monday, September 28, 2015

Women of the Bible: Naomi

The women said to Naomi: “Praise be to the Lord, who this day has not left you without a guardian-redeemer. May he become famous throughout Israel!  He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age. For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given him birth.”  Then Naomi took the child in her arms and cared for him. The women living there said, “Naomi has a son!” And they named him Obed. He was the father of Jesse, the father of David.   Ruth 4:14-17

 
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Oftentimes our mindset is to work while we are young so that we can be comfortable when we are old; however, with a little maturity and some life lessons, we learn that life doesn't always happen that way.  Naomi is a perfect example.  She had a home, husband, two sons, and two daughters-in-law, and by accounts life was good.  Then, over a short period of time she lost everything, everything except her daughter-in-law, Ruth and only because Ruth refused to leave her.  Naomi called herself, "Mara", which means bitter.  Thankfully, even  in her loss and bitterness, Naomi did not collapse or give up.  She put one foot in front of the other, did the best she could each day, and learned to trust God.  God never left her.  He led her through the pain to His perfect will.  Through perseverance and faith, Naomi was again blessed as we read in the above passage.  God did that for Naomi and He will do that for all of us who love and trust Him.

GOD NEVER changes and His promises are FOREVER!

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May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.  Romans 15:13 

“Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.” James 1:12

God is not human, that he should lie, not a human being, that he should change his mind.  Does he speak and then not act?  Does he promise and not fulfill?    Numbers 23:19 

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

homemade brew...the healthy kind!

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When I found this on YouTube, it was called "Good Girl Moonshine".  My husband, bless his heart, can't remember names at all, so he inevitably began to call it "Good Girl Juice" and occasionally requests that I fix him a bottle of it.  We can only hope he's not telling the guys at work what he calls it.  Ha.

Now, I was skeptical upon seeing the downright ecstasy with which these two sisters extolled the virtues and health benefits of drinking this stuff.  But since I'm always looking for something to help give me energy or lose weight, I was game to try it.

Here are the simple ingredients for making this concoction:

  1. ice (fill a 32 oz. container to the top)
  2. purified water (just don't use tap!)
  3. lemon juice  (2 Tsp)
  4. ginger root, grated  (2 Tsp)
  5. apple cider vinegar [also known as ACV] (2 Tsp) 
  6. sweetener  (to taste)
First of all, make sure whatever brand of ACV you get that it has "the mother" in it.  Ha-ha.. I know, that just sounds weird, but stick with me.  This simply means the ACV is organic and unfiltered, which leaves it with strands of the apple protein, enzymes and friendly bacteria.  It will appear as a sort-of 'sediment' which may float at the top or settle in the bottom of the bottle.  I use Bragg's brand because it has been around for forever and has a good reputation for being an excellent product.  ACV has TONS of benefits for your health, including stabilizing blood sugar, promoting weight loss, and aiding digestion among others you can read about here.

Secondly, purified water.  We all know the importance of pure water.  Don't take a chance with your tap water.  Thirdly... the lemon juice, make sure it is 100% juice and not a cocktail or a lemonade mix.

Fourthly, (is that even a word?) and probably the most complicated...ginger root.  My adventures in procuring "the perfect" ginger have been varied and somewhat disappointing.  I've bought it from Kroger, Walmart, Trader Joe's and Whole Foods.
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I can't really tell that it makes a difference where you get it other than from Whole Foods, it will more likely be organic. (but check to make sure if that's what you're looking for)  No matter if it's organic or not, ginger root is gonna be different.  I've found some that are a dark yellow, almost brown color, others that are bright yellow and more moist.  Ginger is stringy by nature, but sometimes it will be MUCH stringier than others.  Those daggone strings drive me nuts!

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Egads!  The strings!!!


Ginger will grate best when it's frozen, so pop that baby in the freezer soon as you get it home.  I've read posts that say you don't HAVE to peel it, but I don't like the papery texture of the ginger peel, so I use the back side of a knife and scrape the peel off as best I can.
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We have grown extremely fond of ginger as witnessed by my empty tub of Trader Joe's famous Triple Ginger Snaps.  They're the bomb & a couple of them make a nice treat after a delicious, healthy supper.

As you can see below, I have an ancient Salad Shooter that I've started using after grating the old fashioned way quickly got too time-consuming.  I don't know how long my Shooter will work because, seriously, it's OLD and the grater cone has a crack in it, but it sure beats the grater EXCEPT for having to stop and disassemble the thing to clear the strings.  ARGH!

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I've also used my old-fashioned crank grater...you know, the shiny silver kind your grandma probably had that you either clamp or suction to the counter.  It is tied with the Shooter for efficiency.  Meh.

So, really grating the ginger is the single most time-consuming part of this whole process.

STOP THE PRESSES FOR THIS UPDATE!  [9-14-15]
I had been contemplating buying a zester, which is basically a very fine shredder/grater but I digress, to see if it would do any better for this. I had serious doubts and didn't want to end up with another kitchen gadget I had no room to store in my house, but the other day I found one in Burkes on sale, so I grabbed it and lo and behold:
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IT WORKS!! And wonderfully well, I might add! I did enough for my 48 ounce bottle in two snaps. FOR REAL! No stopping to clean the blades, no immense waste from all the strings (there ARE no strings with the zester!) Be sure it's still frozen though, I'm sure that made it all the quicker.
So rejoice and cue the "Hallelujah Chorus" y'all...then run out and get yourself a zester RIGHT NOW!
And now back to your regularly scheduled post....

 I will admit to using ground ginger in a pinch.
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However, let me spare you some pain by sharing what I learned the first time I used ground instead of fresh:  use ONLY 1 TEAspoon of the ground, not a TABLEspoon...and DEFINITELY not TWO tablespoons!!  (stop laughing!)   Be aware, too, that the ground will not completely dissolve, so just be sure to shake it each time before you take a swig so it's not all concentrated at the bottom or that last mouthful will FEEL like you put 2 tablespoons in it.

Once you finally have your ginger grated, you're ready to put your concoction together.  You simply put all the ingredients in your jar or bottle (more on that in a sec), shake it up really good and let it sit for about 5 -10 minutes (if you can wait that long).

As for sweetener, I have a couple different things I use.
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Yes, I actually use regular ol' sugar too. Having had type 1 diabetes for over 40 years, I have tasted pretty much every artificial sweetener to come down the pike.  I have tasted some dawg-nasty stuff, trust me.  I don't really care for any of them, even the newest stuff, and I avoid artificial sweeteners as much as possible.

Then there are the side effects of using those types of things.  I have never been able to tolerate stevia, but I keep trying.  Most any artificial sweetener will give me a headache.  I don't need any of those, thank you, so when I am going to "splurge" on a sweet treat, I just go for the real thing and bolus to cover it.  Now you know.  So anyhow, I make a 48 ounce batch for myself (that's the size bottle I have) and so using around a tablespoon of sugar in that amount along with the properties of the ACV apparently, I don't need to bolus insulin for it.  It has never caused my blood sugar to spike.

Okay, now for the bottle.  If you watched that video linked at the first of this post, you will see they are using regular ol' glass Mason jars.  That's fine for most anyone, I suppose, but there are many downfalls to using those.  For one, my hands are too small to easily grip a quart jar.  They are glass...difficulty gripping them is a pretty sure bet I'm gonna drop one and break it all over the place.  Not fun.  They don't travel well.  Sure, you could go ahead and put the flat and ring on it if you wanted to take it with you in the car, but it ain't gonna fit in the cup holder, ya know?  Then there's the problem of actually carrying it from one place to another.  What do you do?  Put it in your purse?  No, I had to find a better solution.

My family is full of outdoorsy nutjobs.  Seriously, they love hiking, kayaking, camping, cycling (of course) and rock climbing.  We are always in the market for VERY sturdy equipment.  Somewhere along the line, my husband and boys found these things...
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Nalgene bottles rock!  We have about 5 of them just between Hubby and myself.  They are made of a hard BPA-free plastic that's almost indestructible.  In addition to these Nalgene bottles, we get something called a Cap-Cap for them so that they're easier to drink from.
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You can see most of the Cap-Cap in the above photo.  It essentially lets you have a smaller opening to drink from (eliminating that inevitable face-splash from drinking from the larger one) and still have easy access to the wide-mouth of the bottle for filling with ice and liquid.  I got some of my Cap-Caps on Amazon, but they also carry them in most outdoors or sporting goods stores.  REI is our favorite.  I swear I'm not getting kickbacks, but we do love our awesome outdoor gear!  You can also see this is my 48 oz bottle.  Nalgenes come in 16 oz, 32 oz and 48 oz sizes.  They also have different styles and cap-types available.

The single downfall I have found to using my Nalgene is that it's like a little baby drinking from a huge sippy cup.  You are NOT gonna sneak a sip from it in a meeting or group setting, trust me.  But if that's the only drawback, I'm okay with it.  Ha-ha!

I try to get a full 48 ounces of GGJ every day.  I haven't found that it gives me tons of energy which is really disappointing, but it is obviously helping me lose weight.  After the cycling kick-started my body into dumping some weight, adding this is the only thing that could be helping me continue to lose even after NOT being able to ride for over two months now.  Now THAT is exciting!

One more product before I go... this:
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We laughingly refer to that as my Nalgene Purse.  It's made by a company called ChicoBag and we bought one for me (at REI) after a short hike up to Natural Bridge wherein I had to awkwardly tote that heavy bottle the whole time because I had on running shorts with nowhere to hang it on my pants.
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It doesn't work as well with the 32 oz, only because you will have to roll or push the top of the bag down a bit to expose the top of the bottle, but is designed perfectly for the 48.  Even when I'm just around the house drinking my GGJ, I put it in the bag.  It keeps it from sweating on everything and makes it easy to grab and keep right with me.  I've been known to take it into the grocery store or even a restaurant with me.  It "wads" up into itself leaving you with a neat little stuff sack, has a small caribiner to clip your keys to when you head out for a hike or paddle.  It also sports a couple of little skinny pockets on the handle just right for a pen or a tube of lip balm.

Let me know if you start drinking your own Good Girl Juice and how it works for you!  I'd love to hear.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Let's Fight

As I sit in my quiet place tonight, I can hear the tree frogs and all of the night sounds outside.  I have just returned home from watching the movie -War Room at our local theater for the second time in two days. 


It is a wonderful God inspired movie but it didn’t tell me anything that I didn’t already know.  It did, however, reaffirm in me what I should be doing. 


I have all of my life said I want to be a better Christian but until a couple of years ago, I had never really done anything about it.  I went on a Walk to Emmaus and heard a talk on Growth through Study (You grow through reading and studying God’s word).  That did it; that taught me that there are different ways to help me better understand God’s word.  Everyone is different and has different ways of learning.  We each need to find what works best and stick with it. I am very bad about comparing myself to other Christians, always thinking they are better Christians than me.  But the Bible says and I am learning that we all sin and come short.   While I feel I have deficiencies in some areas, I have strength in others.  I am pretty good about showing people God’s love.  I love to encourage people, love on them, and nurture them.  I love talking to people and even going out of my way just to help them if possible.  Studying and growing in Christ helps me.

Now this movie, War Room has built a fire in me, a passion to fight on my knees for the lost and dying world, the sick, and the lonely.  


In our homes we need to turn off the tv’s and teach our children and our grandchildren what is most important and that is communicating with God.  Talking with Him is a two-way-street because we talk to God and He listens, and God talks to us and we need to stop and listen.  


I am learning that slowing down to listen is a good habit for me to develop in my prayer time.  I tend to tell God all of my concerns and requests and then amen and off I go onto something else.  I believe we all have so many things that we need to go to God about, but we also have to stop and listen to what He has to say.  I
 guess what I’m trying to say is let’s all make ourselves a War Room and take God more serious! I’m not saying add on a room to your house or clear out your already crowded closet.  Let’s just start with a few quiet minutes before bed or each morning before the house wakes up or even during our lunch times.  Let’s get serious about a two way conversation with Christ.  Let’s get to fighting!
 


Blessings, Carmella

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

GOD CAN!!!

        Some of you may have read my Mom’s previous blog about my youngest daughter’s diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy called, "Fearfully and Wonderfully Made". For those that have not I will do a quick recap. At 6 months of age Isabella was not rolling over or sitting up and was very weak on her left side. I mentioned it to her pediatrician who just dismissed it at which time we took her for a second opinion. Isabella had a 9 month checkup and the doctor agreed with me about my concerns and decided she needed to see a neurologist. We made the trip to Cincinnati where the doctor observed her for 30-45 minutes and said that he knew she had CP as he sees this very often and that she would walk, but closer to 2 years of age.  We decided to go through with the sedated MRI ,which showed no damage. The doctor told us that a lot of times the MRI never shows damage but they will continue to treat her as a CP patient. There was about a span of 6 months between the time we first saw the neurologist and the day of her sedated MRI. Almost every day, I wondered what the MRI would show.   I replayed my pregnancy in my mind a million times trying to figure out when Isabella had the stroke the doctors said she had.  I also questioned if I would ever see her walk the halls of our home, the isle at church or if she would ever walk to the door of my parents’ home when we went for a visit. I knew God COULD heal her but I just didn’t know if it was in His plans. Perhaps Isabella could reach more people and give more glory to God by being wheelchair bound or strapped to a walker. Having to reach a point where you were completely ok with your child being in such a state in order for her to honor God is completely sobering. I had always heard parents say as their children were heading to the mission field that if that’s God’s will for them then that’s the safest place for them. I too felt this way.  What if this was God’s plan for Isabella’s life? Who am I to reject it? After all King Darius turned to God because of the power of God shown thru Daniel’s trial.  My husband on the other hand had complete faith that God would heal Isabella and that she would walk. He took her before the church on a Sunday and had her anointed with oil and prayed over. From that point on he had unwavering faith. It was almost for those months that we lived as a house divided. He wasn’t wrong in his thinking and neither was I. I didn’t know if God would heal her by allowing her to walk but I KNEW either way He would be there and that was enough for me!!! We have continued weekly therapy with Isabella and I am so thankful to report that I have watched her walk the halls of our home, the isle of our church and to the front door of my parents’ home. I have watched her climb items in our home that a CP patient should NEVER be able to do. I have watched the strength in her left side be restored.  She climbs steps like a pro. Just this week I watched my friend’s amazed face at seeing Isabella walk. The nurse said that either Isabella has CP and it isn’t showing on the MRI or she never had it. But I say she had it BUT GOD healed her!!!! I know what she looked like at 6 months and my mommy gut said something was wrong. She began walking at 15 ½ months old. I am so thankful and so unworthy and the grace shown to me. Can God??  GOD CAN!!!!


Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Honor Thy Mother

My mother has Alzheimer’s.
My grandmother, my mother, and me (1980)

She was definitively diagnosed in 2011 but all her life she lived in the shadow of the disease. You see her mother had what was presumed to be Alzheimer’s as well as her mother’s mother. So, despite science reports of no significant link between heredity and Alzheimer’s, my mother read everything she could and did everything she could to avoid or delay the “inevitable.” As a young adult, I became aware of my mother’s near obsessive fear of developing this disease. Yet, as she became more and more forgetful, despite taking the new medications, she was more and more determined to deny it. Over time, my siblings and I took over more and more responsibility for her; until in January of this year, we had to have her placed in a nursing home.

My own relationship with her has changed considerably over the last couple of years. When I became a single mother of a young daughter in 1997, my mother made it her personal mission to replace my daughter’s missing father. She would spend months of each year with us, taking vacations with us, and spending most holidays with us. But in 2013 she became agitated and anxious to return to her home each time she was at my house, frequently after just arriving. Since the purpose of these visits had changed from her caring for us to my daughter and I caring for her, the complexion of our relationship changed when she was no longer able to independently come and go on her terms. I became the antagonist, and, ironically enough, this has been the aspect of our relationship that she has been able to hold on to as her memory has faded and her mind clouded.

It has been difficult to watch the mother I know slowly slip away. Initially, she was more & more forgetful. Her stories and tales became repetitive and limited, with many of them seemingly escaping her memory. She began to rewrite history, contriving memories or misconstruing actual events. Now she most days doesn’t recall anyone who is not there with her, including our father whom she seems not to recall at all. However, when one of her loved ones enters her room, her eyes still light up with love and recognition, even if she can’t always come up with a name. At least right now, she still recognizes us as her children and grandchildren and is always happy to see us. Scrapbooks and photo albums have replaced her actual memories; and we review them with her repeatedly during each visit - often more than once as she does not recall having just looked through them.

Further challenge is the job of going through her house, her things, her mementos, her treasures to determine what is to be kept and what is to be discarded, who will keep what and what becomes of the rest. Going through my father’s things after he died wasn’t easy, but this is different. This feels more like I am violating her somehow – I mean she is still alive, still here, although I know she will never be coming home again. The whole process has only been further complicated by the fact that as her memory was fading, she promised the same items to different people. I mean my grandmother's antique roll-top desk doesn’t split four ways.

All this to say, the last few years, especially the last few months, have been emotionally taxing and difficult. It’s been impossible to not get frustrated with her, whether it’s arguing with her about getting dressed or eating, or wishing she had left clear instruction of what is to be done with her valuables. Don’t hear something I am not saying. I still love my mother very much. Dealing with her Alzheimer’s wouldn’t be so difficult if that weren’t true. Sometimes when I look at her, my heart breaks, not seeing a glimmer of the woman I knew, the mother who raised me and loved me beyond a love of anyone else on Earth. I am learning how to function in the paradox of living as an orphan while also ensuring care and provision for my mother.

So last week, when I received a call from the nursing home telling me that my mother had been selected for their Hall of Fame, I was initially conflicted by their request for a brief biography of her. Since they needed it by the next afternoon, I didn’t have time to really think about it. I contacted my three siblings, posted a request on facebook asking for input from family and friends, and set to work. By the next afternoon, my deadline, I had almost three pages thrown together. It was such a gift to me, taking the time, reflecting on my memories, recalling stories she shared through my childhood, and receiving beautiful commentary from others who loved her. The simple act of pulling together her brief biography gave me the chance to refocus on the wonderful woman my mother was, the beautiful woman of love and service. I am so thankful to the nursing home for the opportunity to breathe life back into the woman of my memories. I pray that from now on I can do a better job of keeping these memories in the forefront, and truly honoring the woman who was and is my mother.


In honor of my mother and for completion of this message, here is my mother's biography:
Born Mary Dean Holder, May 6, 1936 to parents Edwin and Irene, Mary had two brothers, one older and one younger. They grew up in the little town of Vanceburg - the county seat of Lewis County in eastern Kentucky, on the Ohio River. Her father was an influential attorney and a World War II veteran of whom she was very proud. She always spoke of her mother as a perfect southern lady who was quite beautiful. Her recollections of her childhood included fond memories of the family dog, Suzie, train trips to the grandparents in Maysville, and living across the street from the old “Commercial hotel” in downtown Vanceburg.  As a young girl, Mary helped her teachers with the younger students, started young as a Sunday school teacher at Vanceburg Christian Church, and worked at the movie theater where she had the opportunity to see many films. Her favorite was Gone With the Wind. She graduated early from high school just a few days after her 16th birthday, and she was valedictorian of her senior class.

So, at the tender age of 16, Mary left home and all that was familiar to travel over 360 miles away to attend nursing school at Murray State University. Trips home were virtually non-existent as it took almost a full day by bus. After completing the initial course work, Mary relocated to Owensboro as a student nurse and lived in the dormitory on the hospital grounds, working countless long hours to complete her nurse's training. After she graduated in 1955, she worked for a time in Frankfort, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio in child psychiatry before returning to Owensboro where she married Joseph William Barlow in 1958. Upon her return to Owensboro, she began working at Owensboro Daviess County Hospital (ODCH) where she worked for more than 30 years, until she retired in 1995.
Mary became a friend to many over the years, developing relationships with “girls” from home, from nurse’s training, from church, from work, or from wherever she went. She has remained friends with these women over her lifetime, sharing with them raising children, traveling, sports, work and grandchildren. She is a loyal friend, who was always there when it mattered. Friends, as well as those who worked with Mary, have described her as intelligent and forward thinking, a great example for others. They loved seeing her as she always had a smile or laugh or  jokes. She is full of love and kindness with an infectious, joyful laugh, an overall wonderful person.


As a young wife and mother raising four children, Mary was a charter member of Century Christian Church. The new congregation began meeting at what was then Southern Junior High while the church was being built. During that time, she and her husband were active members of the Fish & Game Wildlife Farm with Mary serving on the Women’s Auxiliary.
While at ODCH, Mary worked for more than 30 years in Obstetrics and Labor Hall, assisting with deliveries and helping young mothers learn to nurse and care for their new infants. She always worked hard and was loved by her patients. Many times while out about town with her family, she would be stopped by an enthusiastic, grateful mother who would make sure Mary’s family knew that Mary’s face was the first one seen by her son or daughter. These mothers couldn’t say enough about how fortunate they were to have had Mary care for them at such an important time of their life.
Once recruited as a chaperone by her nephew for a KWC trip to NYC, Mary discovered a love of arts which led her back to NYC’s theaters and museums multiple times. She shared this love and passion with her family even taking many of them with her to New York to experience it firsthand. Over the years, her love of the performing and visual arts grew as did her passion for travel – seeing and experiencing new things. She and her husband’s travels led them into each of the 50 states, including Alaska and Hawaii, England, Scotland, Wales, France, and Australia. With others, Mary’s travels expanded into Mexico and Europe, including East Germany. She also passed along her love of sunshine and beaches to her family. She would spend hours soaking in the sun on many beautiful beaches, her favorite being Kiawah Island, SC where she visited many times with her family.

In 1981, Mary took a position as the head of the newly created Infection Control Department at Daviess County Hospital. Over the next 14 years, Mary ran the department efficiently and gained the respect of the doctors on the Infection Control Committee. She not only developed the department, but also implemented protocols and procedures for infection control for newly discovered infections like MRSA and AIDS. Mary’s work with each of these programs required attending national conferences to learn the most current and advanced management plans. Mary was progressive during the AIDS endemic, not only by taking AIDS awareness and education into the community but also by working side-by-side with AIDS victims on the local AIDS council, and even attending the bedside of those suffering with AIDS symptoms. Over time, she rose in leadership within her profession becoming the local expert in Infection Control. During her tenure, the hospital had no outbreaks of infectious disease.
seen here with her "Lunch Bunch" from ODCH

Beyond the walls of the hospital, Mary worked with the Kentucky Nurses Association (KNA), served on the Green River Area Development District (GRADD) Health and Aging Council, the Association for Professionals in Infection Control (APIC), and served as the president of Owensboro's chapter of the National Organization for Women. She has always been very proud of her work lobbying for the seatbelt law in Kentucky, as Kentucky became one of the early states to pass such legislation. In 1989 Mary was honored as KNA’s Nurse of the Year for her years of dedicated service to her community and to the state.
Later in life, Mary was active in Owensboro Christian Church (OCC) and assisted with fundraising for the new sanctuary for the building on College Drive, and then again for the purchase of the old Lincoln Mall. She served faithfully on the Compassion Team who delivered meals to members’ families dealing with illness or the death of a loved one. She developed the Emergency Response Team (ERT) - through which she recruited, scheduled, and coordinated healthcare professionals to be on site during church services and functions to provide immediate care in the event of a health-related emergency. She worked tirelessly to obtain needed equipment including an AED and a stretcher for the ERT program.
No summary of Mary’s life would be complete without mentioning her University of Kentucky Wildcats! They have been her favorite pastime, second only to time with her family. Mary was not only a fan, she was a regular. With a dear friend, she held season football tickets and attended every game for years. For over three decades, she annually attended the SEC basketball tournaments. Friendships were forged over rivalries and each year the same group would come together to disagree over which team was best (although most years UK won). She even traveled to Hawaii for the Thanksgiving tournament one year. Both years she attended Final Four Tournaments (1998 and 2012) her Wildcats brought home the national title! She has remained a die-hard fan. No matter what, she always roots for her “boys.”


After she retired, Mary dedicated her life to serving her church and her family. Her commitment to OCC became more devout after retirement, even serving in the church offices a couple of days a week, assisting with many women’s ministry activities and coordinating the ERT. Over the years, she has assisted her youngest daughter as a single mother in raising her toddler daughter; she has provided care to her husband during his illness until his death, as well as caring for her five additional grandchildren. She relocated herself to Colorado for most of a year to support and care for her middle daughter who was going through chemotherapy and helped with her school-aged son. When each of her brothers lost their wives, Mary spent several weeks with them individually, caring for them in their grief. Mary has dedicated her life to the compassionate care of others, through her profession, her church, her friends, and her family. 

Monday, August 17, 2015

Women of the Bible: Hannah

The story 

Then Hannah rose after eating and drinking in Shiloh. Now Eli the priest was sitting on the seat by the doorpost of the temple of the LordShe, greatly distressed, prayed to the Lord and wept bitterly.   She made a vow and said, “O Lord of hosts, if You will indeed look on the affliction of Your maidservant and remember me, and not forget Your maidservant, but will give Your maidservant son, then I will give him to the Lord all the days of his life, and a razor shall never come on his head.”  1 Samuel 1:9


**Hannah suffered greatly because of her inability to have children.  Her husband’s other wife, Peninnah cruelly taunted her and never let her forget her anguish.  Amazingly, Hannah did not retaliate.  Instead, she poured out her heart to the only one who could help her.  In God’s time, her prayer was answered and she gave birth to her son, Samuel.  


Hannah could have taken her child and lived out the rest of her life happily raising him and enjoying her blessing, but she didn’t.  Because God had heard her cries and honored her request, she was faithful and gave her child right back to Him for service in His kingdom.  


Women need other strong women to admire, respect, and emulate - Hannah qualifies!  



God’s Promise

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due reason we will reap if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9



 



Saturday, August 8, 2015

undoing discontentment

I had my 30th wedding anniversary back on July 19!  
I know, Whoa, right?  I can hardly believe it myself!
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Yes, we were just babies in 1985.
There have been times, over the years, that it wouldn't have taken much for either of us to just walk away.  It's been hard at times.  There have also been amazing, awesome, wonderful times, of course.  But those storms when it seems there's no chance of escaping in one piece can shake you to the core.
But God...  If not for having Him in our lives and in our marriage, we surely would not have made it for thirty years.  Of course, we can do nothing on our own, but we like to think we can.  We so easily forget that it's only by the will of God that we even breathe let alone move, think, walk and talk.
I'm so thankful that He intervened so many times in our marriage.  I have always felt really glad that both Hubby and I had intact families (neither of our parental units have divorced) and have two examples of half-century marriages to look to, although... *giggle* our marriage looks nothing like either of theirs.
And we don't want it to!  We exchange knowing looks of agreement when either set of our parents are doing something we find annoying and we'll laugh or commiserate later that we're SO glad we don't  "     whatever     " like they do.  I'm sure our kids have the same feelings about us and I guess that's how life is.
We make our own lives and our own favorite ways of being a couple.
Speaking of the kids, July has become Anniversary Month around here.  Our oldest son and his wife
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celebrated seven years of marriage the week before our 30th anniversary, then our youngest son & his wife
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had their first-ever anniversary the week after!  Yep, all within three weeks.
I'm not sure how that happened, but I think it's kinda cool.  And convenient too in that none of us can quite forget any of the others' anniversaries.  Ha ha!
I have to admit...I was feeling pretty bummed that we didn't have any kind of "real" celebration for our 30th though.  I mean, that's supposed to be some kind of milestone, isn't it?  I sure don't know many couples our age who have been married even half this long.  I remember having "dreams" if you will, of being able to take a cruise for our 25th anniversary, but that didn't happen.  Not for lack of wanting on either of our parts, but for lack of funds?  You betcha.  So five years ago, we plunked down a chunk on a room for the night way high on this mountain, and it was awesome.
It just would have been more awesome if I hadn't worried about money the whole time.  *sigh*  And here we were five years later, and once again, absolutely no funds for any kind of get-away or even a room for the night somewhere.
I was getting really bummed.  We talked about maybe going to do the Virginia Creeper trail, which is a cycling thing, and that would have been great, but the drive was so long that we'd have been killed to have driven there, ride the trail and then drive back home in one day, so we didn't even attempt it rather than go and not enjoy it.
After having to replace our air conditioner system (lighting hit it) and then just the week before our anniversary, our water heater broke, saturating the carpet in our bedroom and adding another big expense we couldn't afford... we just didn't have any extra money for anything big.
I had spent the week being really sad over it to the point I just didn't want to do anything.  However, the day arrived, a Sunday, and my best friend from high school contacted me, who I hadn't seen in probably 10 or more years, who has recently moved back here with her newly-adopted TWO YEAR OLD son!!!  She was coming to our church and wanted to see if we could meet and at least sit together.  Of all days for this to happen, on our 30th anniversary had to be a "God thing" because this sweet lady was the one and only member of my "bridal party"..my maid of honor!!!  How cool is that??
So, we got to meet her adorable little guy, visit for a bit, then we took off.  We'd gotten a coupon for a free appetizer at a restaurant we like, but there's not one near us, so before I even knew what he was doing, Hubby was on the interstate and all he'd say was we were going to eat.
We drove 100 miles away, found the restaurant and had a great meal.  By this time, God had worked on my sour attitude and I was just enjoying time with my husband of 30 whole years.  I began to think about how hard-working and caring he is.  How he's encouraged me to try harder and do more than I ever would have attempted myself.
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Later, we stopped in a couple of surplus home goods stores and bought a few little items, found a gorgeous duvet cover with shams for our king size bed for just $18!!  Then we walked through the other place, that was more for builders I guess.. it had furniture and decor and we saw some gorgeous items that gave us some inspirations for future improvements on the house.
Then we went to a couple of health food stores and he helped me pick out meals for the coming week.  His request, saying "since it's our anniversary"... LOL! is for me to start eating better since I don't do well in that area.
*sigh*
Well, okay.  So, we ended the day at Whole Foods, where we ate a slice of "wholesome" pizza and drank his ever bottle of kombucha tea (don't ask)  Ha!kombucha-WF
and then stopped at the Walmart at home to pick up some batteries we needed and I bought us a selfie stick.  See?
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This is the photo I sent to the kids showing them how techno-savvy their parents are.  HAHAHA!!
And so, our 30th anniversary came and went and left me with a sense of satisfaction. A deep contentment.  I am sad that I've wasted so many years being dissatisfied with things, life, people, myself... but I am doing my best to change things now.
And I'm looking forward to reaching our 50th anniversary and yes, still hoping we might have a bit bigger celebration by that time.  But if not, I know that'll be okay too.
We have each other and we're happy.  That's enough.
Philippians 4:11-12 - "Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."


Friday, July 31, 2015

Plans

 I am often reminded of a life verse that my late husband loved – We hung it in his office.  It brought us such hope as he worked his own business.  I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with it for the same reason we were.  It’s Jeremiah 29:11:  

 

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

 

Can I be honest, though?  I think when you are waiting to see plans happen that scripture is hard to find as comforting.  When you are just really unsure of what’s next in your life or what’s ahead on such a huge level, this scripture can almost be guilt inducing because you think you’re ready but God just isn’t revealing much.  So we wonder.  Are you there God?  Do You see me?  It says You do?   People in my life who seek to encourage me will quote it and with an almost resentful twist  I think – that’s easy for you to say!  Then you remember they mean well and they don't understand having never been here.   I know that I know that I know that my God has never forsaken me.  I know that I know that I know that I need to cling to this promise.  I just should be honest to say I’m impatient waiting to see what this plan is now - especially with my empty nest and new life.  It’s hard.  I’m not sharing anything I haven’t already prayed about.  I just think transparency is the best way to move forward.  So, I wanted to share something new at my house lately that is helping me. 

 

After a few puppies going through our house these last few years, I declared that I would never have a dog in my house again.  My chewed up furniture and now patched walls – not to mention my clean carpet - were proof to me I was really done.  Then, earlier this spring I unexpectedly fell in love my oldest son’s pug, Dexter.  He’s a happy-go-lucky, 3 year ball of easy-going fun.  I didn’t realize I would get so attached to his company while my son was gone to the Philippines and I was his dog sitter but I really did.  Here’s Dexter.  He makes me smile just seeing his pictures.  A face those who know him love – you can hear them talk about him with such affection - me included:

 

This summer as the quiet has increased exponentially in my empty nest and my oldest son refused to surrender Dexter (I wouldn’t if I were him either), I began to reconsider if maybe a canine companion of my own would be nice.   The thought of puppy training and the chewing was out of the question, though.  My oldest son suggested I look into a rescue dog.  He indicated a rescue dog would be fiercely loyal and I could pick an age and personality like Dexter too.


I went to Pet Smart one Sunday afternoon after church recently to see for myself what Homeward Bound had to offer.  I explained the characteristics of the companion I’d like to have. The Homeward Bound women asked me to consider Heidi – a maltese mix (I think poodle) who was there that day.  They told she’s a diamond in the rough.  She just needs real food and love.  Here is what she looked like when I first saw her:

 

Something about this dog clicked with me.  I saw the neglect.  I saw the fog in her eyes.  I saw that feeling I think I identified with from some of my own struggles in life as a widow.  It’s not that I have really had a difficult life as some widows I know.  It’s just that I honestly know first hand that there is a reason God encourages widows and orphans in the bible.  There are no words that can be shared to understand what we go through in this new life without our spouse.  It’s hard.  And my Father knows that.  So, when I saw Heidi, it’s like we had a connection.  I know that I have struggled with wondering if I’m forgotten.  I too honestly wondering if God sees me some days.  Looking at Heidi, shaved completely down because her Maltese mixed fur was so neglected they couldn’t save it, I knew she could be more.  I knew I could help her!  Yes, I wanted her.  I saw her potential.


 

When I first brought her home, she was so tired and underfed that she would literally just wake up to eat, do her business then lay back down on me.   It was interesting the only happy or excited emotion she gave us was when she saw clean water and a whole bowl of food.  You could tell she also wondered where those new sweet potato treats had been all her life too.  After several days of Eat, Rest and repeat, we began to see her walk on her own.  She was too weak to climb stairs and she’d bump into me or the furniture at times when she did.  We discovered that she couldn’t see well but she began to trust that I was going to be there to help her and that seemed to give her the confidence she needed to start to venture out into this new life I had brought her into.

 


Today, I want to show you what she looks like so far.  I love that she has adopted my butterfly pillow in the living room as her own.  For so many reasons, I identify butterflies with God’s promise of new life for all of us.  But I know in my heart as I see this dog come to life and celebrate each unexpected bark or toy interest or enjoyment that My Father in Heaven sees me even more so just like I see this mangled mess of a dog.  She has no idea the plan I have for her – But just like me and my Father, she’s going to have to trust that I see her.  And I’m there.


She doesn't realize it yet but  I have every intention to make her new life better than her old.  While my job with Heidi is much easier than my Father’s (I know I’m still such a hot mess myself), I am renewed in my faith that my Maker is up to the task.  I need only listen for His help when I’m bumping into things finding my way too in this new place. So I know I'm a mess and He knows I am a mess but He's got plans for me. Heidi reminds me of that ever day.  I hope she does for others too.