Another great action-packed week has passed filled with graduation, open houses, family gatherings and Memorial Day activities all wrapped up in three days. It was an emotional weekend. Larry and I are usually on the road for most holidays so we were thrilled to be able to attend two grandnieces' graduation and open houses which brought a large number of family, friends and relatives together. Of course, with those ingredients we also had lots of laughter and lots of delicious food.
From the celebrations and laughter, we then solemnly moved into Memorial Day. We definitely felt the change in mood as we visited the cemetery. Larry and I slowly approached the area of the cemetery that is designated to the military. We were sobered by the growing number of veterans, servicemen and servicewomen headstones representing all ages. Only too often, we get caught up in our busy lives consumed by our jobs and activities forgetting those who have fought and sacrificed their lives so we could have freedom yet in America. I'm afraid our freedom is frequently taken for granted. As Larry and I stood there, we watched families as they stood by their loved ones grave(s). I couldn't help but wonder what was going through their minds at that very moment. What pain they must have felt as they relived the day of their loved one's birth to then only be flooded with the memories of the moment they heard the news of the death of that husband, father, brother, son, wife, mother, daughter, sister, etc. I watched on feeling helpless, wanting to provide comfort but all I could do was pray a silent prayer for them.
We then inched our way down the narrow cemetery road to where my dad is buried. We stood and relived some touching memories of Dad and his antics that so often entertained us. From there, we sauntered over to my grandparents' headstones. I recalled all the fun and fond memories I was privileged to have with them while I was a child. Just a few feet away from their headstone lies a small marble marker that bears the name of my one and only sister. I placed pink flowers on her grave and knelt somberly for a few moments. Janet was only one week old when she died of heart problems. She would have been three years older than me. As I have many times before while standing by her little grave, I threw out an inaudible question, "Why, God? Why did she have to die? I would have loved having a sister." I have tried to imagine what she would have looked like, what type of personality she would have had, if she and I would have resembled each other? What and where would her life have taken her? Would she have been as goofy as me? Would we have been close doing things together all through the years?
Only God knows. Mom told me years ago had Janet lived, doctors told her that more than likely she would have been very sick and possibly wheelchair bound. So, I guess I can be thankful that God took her home to spare her from a life of pain and limited abilities. Anyway, some day soon, the Lord will return and we will be reunited. Wow what a day that will be!
Many years ago, I was feeling a bit cheated for not having had a sister and was instead tossed in the middle of ten brothers. God in His sweet way reminded me that I had several wonderful sister-in-laws that are like real sisters to me. Each sister-in-law is special in her own way and I dearly love each one of them.
Sandwiched in between all of the above, it was especially fun to have our daughter, LaDawn, and our grandchildren, Dante' and Myanna, come home for the long weekend. We hadn't seen LaDawn since early January so it was a sweet coming together. Dante' and Myanna loved seeing all of their cousins and relatives. Of course, they also brought the "granddog" along with them. What a circus! Those three days went by only too quickly. Now...it's back to work!
I spent most of this morning calling friends and partners who are going through some deep heartbreaking valleys. The prayer requests span from a small boy diagnosed with leukemia, following up on a young lady who was in a car accident a few weeks ago, to a dear friend dying of cancer, and another friend who is going into the hospital to get a hole in his heart patched plus prayer for a precious sister-in-law who is battling cancer. It seems like almost everyone we talk to is facing some valley or trial in their lives. The bible encourages in James 5:16, "Pray for each other so that you may be healed". Each one of us at this very moment can name someone who is desperate for a touch from God. It is our privilege and duty to call or contact them so we might pray with them. They need to know someone cares for them. A card, letter, or phone call may be the very thing that will pull them through another painful day. Let me challenge you...after you finish reading this and God brings someone to your mind, take the time to contact them. You will be blessed! Have a great week!
Gloria
A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4 year old daughter to answer the phone. "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle."
"Prayer moves the hand that moves the world."
-E.M. Bounds
Here's a delicious tried and true rhubarb recipe given to me from a partner, Joan Clutter, in Clarion, PA. I've made it and it is scrumptious!
Rhubarb Pie
3 cups rhubarb, cut up
2 eggs
1 1/4 cup sugar
3-4 Tbsp flour
Pinch of salt
2 tsp lemon juice
Put rhubarb in boiling water for 5 minutes, drain well. Add all of the remaining ingredients and mix in. Bake 10 minutes at 400 degrees, then 30 minutes at 350 degrees. Makes one 9 inch pie.