Coming Together

From the words of American pastor and Christian author, Charles Swindoll:  “Thanksgiving is a time of quiet reflection . . . an annual reminder that God has, again, been ever so faithful.  The solid and simple things of life are brought into clear focus.”

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National tradition

Year’s intentional pause

Coming together as one

With purposeful cause

 

Nation’s heart now gathers

Thanksgiving welcomes all

Putting aside differences

Mercy’s blessed call

 

Family’s homeward steps

Cherished goodness brightens

Strengthening tomorrow’s bonds

Grace shall enlighten

 

Love fills another home

Peace refreshes outlook

Praying with one single voice

Heaven’s warm chinook

 

Harmony writes new psalm

Tranquility’s fellowship

Sharing gratitude today

Praise from every lip

 

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From Revelation 7:12:  “Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever!   Amen.”

Special Guest Post: Family Ties

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This devotion is another page from my wife’s recently published book, BITS ‘N’ PIECES OF MY HEART.  Colleen’s treasured memory shares God’s light as it nourishes a family with His love.

Living close to parents, grandparents, siblings and other family members allows you to spend more time together.  Sometimes you can live down the street, a couple miles away, or just an hour’s drive.  When this is the case, your family can have dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, attend church together, and get together for all kinds of fun activities.  Unfortunately, there can be reasons that prevent this from happening.  Mommy’s or Daddy’s job may require you to move to live in another town, or even a state far from where your family is.  If this is your family’s situation, special planning is often required to visit your relatives.

During most of the time after our girls were born, we found ourselves living in different states, far from where my immediate family lived.  They lived on the beautiful eastern shore of Maryland.  At the time, we were living in a very small town near the border between Florida and Georgia.  It did take much thinking and talking before we decided that I would drive to Maryland with Taryn and Heather.  Since it was October, we planned the trip so we would arrive in my home town on the day they celebrated Halloween with “Trick or Treating” for the children!  We planned to arrive just after the time that children would be heading around in my mother’s neighborhood.

We arrived at the perfect time.  The beautiful sunset hung over the bridge that led into the town.  Street lights were already helping guide the children and families walking in the neighborhood.  My mother’s house was a block from the bridge at the entrance of town.  I parked the car around the corner so she wouldn’t be able to see us from her doorstep.

The girls’ Granny had been a floral designer for many, many years in her brother’s flower shop.  This was helpful when we chose costumes for them to wear.  It also helped to know that pink and purple were Granny’s favorite colors.  Heather was an adorable flower! She had green pants on, and wore an extra-large green hoodie sweatshirt so the sleeves hung over her arms to make “leaves”.  I had painted a pretty pink and purple flower on cardboard with the perfect sized center to fit around her face.  Taryn was inside a big box with a hole on the top and two sides for her head and arms to come out.  We had covered the box in glittery gift wrap with pink and purple hearts.  Since I had worked in my uncle’s shop I was fortunate to learn some design skills.  I was able to make a big purple bow to tie around the top of Taryn’s head.

Our plan was to walk from our car to her yard at the other corner of the block.  We walked quietly to the shrubs around the side of the house, and waited until there was no one on her sidewalk.  As I hid behind a bush, but was close enough to hear, Taryn and Heather slowly walked by the front picture window to the sidewalk, and rang the doorbell.  When the door opened, they smiled and sang “Trick or Treat”! Granny’s eyes widened with love and excitement!  To say they received some sweet treats would be an understatement.  They received sweet, surprised “Oohs, Aahs, Hugs, Kisses, and much, much more”.  To say that her granddaughters and daughter surprised their Granny doesn’t even come close.

I came out from behind the bushes and joined in the best, loving family celebration.  The “Trick or Treat” surprise was the beginning of a special week-long visit with Granny.  Words cannot begin to express the importance of our time with her.

From Psalm 133:1:  “How very good and pleasant it is when kindred live together in unity!”

Serving as His Light

My poem serves as an introduction for praising the gift that God has shared with my dear wife, Colleen.  From a bag filled with a collection of writings, she has crafted a book from her faith-filled heart about family and God.

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Mother’s faith-filled love

Embracing Father’s grace

Teaching her daughters

About Heaven’s special place

 

Daughters’ faith blooming

Accepting Father’s love

Learning from His Word

His presence reigning above

 

Mother’s writing pen

Following Father’s heart

Serving as His light

Book begins initial start

 

Daughters growing up

Living in Father’s peace

Welcoming next steps

Faith maturing, piece by piece

 

Colleen fills so blessed to share God’s light with others.  After nearly seven months in the publishing process, her book is now in print.  The book is currently available on Amazon, but it will soon be featured on other platforms such as Barnes & Noble.

Monday Memories: Evening with Family

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Sun sets on another day

Evening calls, wanting its way

 

Family gathers around

Home now, love and peace abound

 

Night sky envelopes the land

Stillness breathes on high command

 

Supper cooking, hunger calls

Mom’s spaghetti and meatballs

 

All hands on deck, helping mom

Frenzy soon returns to calm

 

Television calling out

Favorite show brings a shout

 

Mom crochets, sitting nearby

Dad reads book, about Shanghai

 

Final chores, homework to do

Soon slumber stirs up its brew

 

Before the last light goes out

Prayers praise God, so devout

 

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Originally published November, 2020.

Trusting to Grow (Elfchen Series #254)

Faithfulness

Embracing

God’s wisdom

Accepting priceless truth

Overcoming through His understanding

Perseverance

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Steadfastness

Practicing

Daily self-discipline

Listening to God

Maturing from righteous lessons

Diligence

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Happiness

Honoring

Unconditional love

Mother and Father

Guided by Spirit above

Family

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Midnight Rendezvous

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Waking at midnight, I glance at the open bedroom window filled with what I think is early morning light.  Throwing off the covers and rubbing sleep from my eyes, I hurry to the window with wonderment and then surprise.

Wandering outside in my robe and slippers, I discover the backyard is filled with an enormous oak tree.  I think to myself, “Where did this tree come from?  It’s never been here until now.”

Nestled under a full canopy of branches, rests a delightfully engineered tree house.  From a window, a young boy’s voice beckons me, “Come on up.”

“But how?”  I ask.

Without any explanation, a gentle breeze sweeps me up, and I am standing next to a handsome boy, Steven.  He welcomes me to his house, and goes on to say, “I don’t often give tours during darkness in the middle of the night.”

Steven and I walk together, just the two of us, at midnight, in his magnificent tree house.  I have never seen anything like his personal Shangri-La.

Each of the three small rooms is filled with a young boy’s playthings and imagination.  One room overflows with games of every description, which are stacked neatly upon a shelf.  On the table is a half-finished puzzle, which the two of us finish together before I begin battling another yawn.

Another room invites us in to experience beautiful music.  The atmosphere feels like a concert hall filled with symphonic, harmonized sound.  We relax and listen while sitting in comfy bean bag chairs, but I am beginning to feel just a bit drowsy.

The final room offers a kaleidoscope of color, with different designs on each wall and the ceiling.  The floor is painted with shades brighter than any rainbow.  Steven encourages me to touch any color, and it instantly changes to a more dreamy moment.

As my personal tour of Steven’s tree house wraps up, he tells me, “I hope to see you again some night.  Always wake up preciously at midnight, and I’ll be here.”

The moonlight’s stardust carefully returns grandpa back to sleep; now in his bed . . . still wearing his robe and slippers.

Monday Memories: America’s Movie Night

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Marveling at an American treasure

Outdoor movie screens offer nighttime pleasure

 

Drive-ins share their unique personality

Double features, hometown hospitality

 

Big screen stars on America’s movie night

Under the night sky, Hollywood’s best shine bright

 

Notable scenes from drive-ins come to the screen

Danny and Sandy from “Grease” making the scene

 

Winning combination fuels drive-ins’ success

Love of movies plus cars, who would ever guess?

 

Practicing social distancing, cars spread out

Another summer night, film-inspired blowout

 

Family piles into the station wagon

Good thing we traded that tiny Volkswagen

 

Mom and Dad, reservations in the front seat

Wearing pajamas, kids view from the back seat

 

Transporting all of us to a place of fun

Kids become quiet . . . fall asleep, one by one

 

Comfy family night under twilight’s stars

Slice of Americana, with movie stars

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Practicing social distance before anyone knew what it meant, America’s drive-ins have been a fixture since arriving in New Jersey in 1933.  Following World War II, the American landscape exploded with new drive-ins.  By 1952, outdoor movie attendance exceeded indoor theaters for the first time.  During the 1950s, the number of drive-ins peaked at 5,000 or so.  

Originally published September, 2020.

Family in Motion (Haiku Series #307)

Listening

Grandpa shares wisdom

Now, enjoy life’s tomorrow’s—

Grandson’s eager ear

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Playfulness

Overnight’s deep snow

Children’s appetite for fun—

Now, nowhere in sight

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Instant Replay

Dad making breakfast

Eggs now scrambled left, then right—

Last night’s football game

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Monday Memories: From Her Window

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Peering out from her window

Times changing much, much too fast

Being alone many years

Husband and friends having passed

 

Small home meets her meager needs

But, the neighborhood has changed

Folks come and go, few she knows

Life blurs by, as if arranged

 

Sheltered from the outside world

Homebound most days by herself

Family in distant states

Ignored like books on a shelf

 

Watching some television

Staying away from the news

Remembering old classics

Dreaming of Julie Andrews

 

Reading occupies her time

Local newspaper connects

Crossword puzzle smiling back

Novels thrill with their suspects

 

Peering out from her window

Another sunset draws near

Unfamiliar car drives up

Grandchildren bring happy tears

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Originally published August, 2020.

Monday Memories: What’s for Breakfast?

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Growing up with a band of brothers, there was a common refrain at my childhood home, “What’s for breakfast?”

However, in order to answer this question, one must return to dinner the night before.

Our mother, in her desire to provide our growing, young bodies with nutrition, decided to try a new vegetable for dinner.  Do diced beets from a can catch your fancy?

Being used to green beans, peas, and corn, my brothers and I looked at the beets with their strange color and unappetizing smell, and we knew these little morsels would taste just awful. 

All of us went on strike at dinnertime . . . refusing to eat any of the beets.

Our father wasn’t a happy camper with our decision.  In fact, he became quite animated that we should all try a sample at dinner.  Yet, we refused to budge.

Finally, our enlightened father drew a line in the sand (or on the table), “If you don’t try these beets tonight, you can have them for breakfast in the morning.”

Morning arrived, and instead of our usual Cream of Wheat or Quaker Oatmeal, our breakfast menu consisted of those horrible red beet squares.  My brothers and I held fast—NO BEETS!

Our mother was paying close attention to her sons.  Never again did she include beets with a meal.

To this day, I still won’t eat beets, no matter how they are prepared.  I think my brothers probably feel the same way.  Do you have a least favorite vegetable?

Originally published August, 2020.