A NEW KIND OF GRADUATION

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“Education which stops with efficiency may prove the greatest menace to society. … We must remember that intelligence is not enough. Intelligence plus character—that is the goal of true education.”

~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

The graduating class of 2020 will experience the most unusual commencement ever.  Not only will they be getting their diplomas online, but most graduation parties will have to be held with social distancing in mind.  This class of 2020 will be a strong class for a number of reasons.

Through their lifetimes they’ve seen numerous deadly hurricanes, school shootings, the explosion of space shuttle Columbia, many terrorist attacks including 9/11 and the Boston Marathon bombing.  They’ve witnessed the birth of the Internet, a whole new world of electronic devices, online bullying, sexting and amped up multi-tasking.

They’ve observed how government works, through the various investigations concerning political leaders.  They’ve seen scandal after scandal unfold right before their eyes.  Wars have been waged.  There have been ups and downs in the economy.  For a very long time, they’ve been blessed with plenty from a material standpoint.  Morality has also taken a hit during this time passage as well as record suicides, depression and loneliness.  The final straw came this year with the COVID19 pandemic, cutting short their final year of high school.

This could be a recipe for disaster, but it can also be a starting point for these young adults taking their first step into the real world.  This year’s seniors have had to give up so much – senior prom, class trips, concerts, sporting events and academic events.  It’s a sad state of affairs to miss more than half of your final year of high school.

Challenges create doers – the movers and the shakers of the future.  With all they’ve already seen in their short lives, they’re definitely prepared to take on the problems and obstacles of life.  These are the future leaders of America.  They will know what it takes to deal with violence, hatred, crime, depression and fear.   They will become the scientists who find a cure for unstoppable diseases.  They will be the teachers using the tools at hand to educate out future leaders.  They will be the artists who bring pleasure to the world through entertainment, fine art, dance and theatre.  They have the experience to see the best way to solve problems of the past and they will solve them.  Some will become politicians and work to fix the issues that haunt our government.  Some will share their talents through mathematics and engineering.  Others will go into law enforcement or fill the much needed trade industries.  Whatever they choose to do, they will an asset to society.

The future is so uncertain, but their learning will continue.  They’re a step ahead with their life experiences.   Every time we progress from one stage to another, we’re starting over.  We challenge ourselves to move on, to pursue the unknown, to take chances.

The key to turning knowledge into success comes with how you use your life to change the world.  Not every graduate will do that, but what a motivator.  We continue traveling through life until death comes and with it the end of our searching.  If we choose to live without purpose our goals, we’ll soon wither away.  With each step of education, we carry what we’ve learned to the next level – always doing so with intelligence along with character.

So, even though this graduation class will have missed out on a few “lasts” they’ve learned to face life with courage and determination.  Congratulations!

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LIMITATIONS & RESTRICTIONS

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Just look at those eyes.  This poor pup normally has this look on his face, even when he’s content.  Put a cage in front of him or any other animal and that face becomes desperate, hopeless, disturbed and so much more.  

Have we become like caged animals during this pandemic?  I don’t really think so.  For some, it’s life as usual. They’ve chosen to shop without masks and gloves.  They resist the fact that they should stay socially distanced by six feet or more.  These same folks will stand on top of someone to get what they want.  They push their way through a line because they apparently think they deserve to.  They also avoid the speed limit even more than they did before.  They look at the law as a limitation.

I’m just as guilty as the next guy.  Most of my friends order their groceries on line.  I prefer to see what I’m buying before I hand over the cash.  I’ve run out of latex gloves.  I do wear a bandana around my neck, but only put it over my mouth when I pass another person. I’ve hugged my daughter and her family and I’ve hugged my son.  I refuse to stop living.

Our governor has lifted the restrictions on some small businesses this week – restaurants, bars and salons.  These could be considered essential I guess, but what about our churches?  Those, in my opinion, are extremely essential. I would love to see my friends and my pastor in person.  I’d also love to partake in the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper. It seems that we’re being required to distance ourselves from all the things that were important to us before.

I know we should follow the laws and requirements of our state and national leaders. Laws are made for our protection and the protection of our fellow man.  They’re not simply suggestions.  They’ve been adopted by our representatives into law.  The same is true of the Law which God handed down to Moses.  Those aren’t simple “how to” or “maybes.”  They are Laws designed for us to live according to what God expects from us.

Unfortunately, we all fall short whether it’s in obeying the law of the land or following God’s rules for living. They were both instituted for our good, for our safety and for our well being and yet we’re guilty of picking and choosing which of those laws we want to follow.

Stepping outside the boundaries is great when we’re trying to think outside the box, but we all need the structure and containment that law requires of us.  Our cages will be open soon and we’ll again be allowed to live as we once did, but I pray that we will have learned some valuable lessons from this worldwide event.  God will bring order from chaos.  I know that is true, because God has told me so through His Holy Word, the Bible.

 

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TIME IS SAILING BY

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Life on this planet is but a whisper in the scheme of things.
We’re born, we grow, we learn, we work, we die.
What has happened to all those days in between?

They have become food for dreams, memories to ponder,
Hopes to continue striving for. They get foggier as we age.
The windshield of our existence needs to be defrosted.

We have but a few years to leave our mark – to create a legacy –
To share with others – to love and be loved.
If only there were more of them. There’s so little time and so much to do.

 

 

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I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TIME IT WAS

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“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll “Alice in Wonderland

I really love Sean Connery and I can totally relate to his messy use of the letter
“S,” because I also wear dentures and know what he’s dealing with.  However, I’m having a hard time keeping track of what day it is.

Sunday was always a starting point for me, because of the routine of going to church.  Now that isn’t happening, so I have to look at a calendar.  How archaic is that?  Being retired doesn’t help, because I miss the structure of going to work each day.  I have become a little better at adjusting to normalcy now that I’m teaching online acting classes a few times a week.

When daylight savings time was added to the mix, that complicated things to begin with.  Then we went into isolation.   One day ran into another, creating a complete upset of the calendar.  I receive three or four home Bible studies a day.  I am on the mailing list to get sermons on Sundays from several church sources.  I have to pick and choose which ones to read, because if I went to each site, I’d really lose track of time.  My phone must be charged a couple times a day to accommodate Zoom meetings, classes and Happy Hour events, not to mention the plethora of Bible studies and blog reading and commenting.

It could be Friday when it’s actually Monday.  It really doesn’t make any difference anymore.

In a way, this is good, because I’m free to spend whatever time I wish on social networking like Facebook & Instagram.  I could spend hours on Pinterest, but then I would never be able to do all the things I’d like to try while surfing through those sites.

It is indeed a conundrum.  My internal clock has switched gears in other ways too.  Normally I go to bed at 9 PM, and get up at 6 AM.  Now I’ve not been able to fall asleep until 11 or 12 midnight and wake with the sun at about 6 AM.  So I’ve cut the number of hours I’m sleeping.  I’m working less, because I don’t know where to start.

I should be doing a thorough spring cleaning before it turns into fall.  I should put away the winter clothes, but I’ll have to retrieve them again in a couple months. I can’t go outside because my allergies are giving me fits.  Yesterday I spent twenty minutes clipping branches and today I’m coughing my head off.  I feel totally discombobulated as I’m sure most people are.  There’s really nothing to do about it except to adapt.

In my state, we’ve been told that our shutdown will last two weeks for so many two week increments, that I’m further dismayed.  Why don’t they just tell us to hunker down for the rest of the year?

Oh well, time marches on.  I just wish I knew where it was going.

“Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.”  J.M. Barrie “Peter Pan”

 

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ONCE UPON A TIME

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There once was a shepherd.  He was a caring young man, who loved his flock and enjoyed his time with them.  He’d spend hours, sitting and watching over them.  While he sat and watched, he enjoyed the fresh, clean air of a misty morning sunrise. colors from those rays would penetrate the darkness and announce a new day.  At night, after a long day off tending sheep, he would be treated to purples, reds and oranges creating new colors in the sky. This was the typical life of a shepherd.  He was responsible for the whole herd.  No time to wile away the hours. He was on duty 24/7.  There wasn’t time to take a bath either, so many of the town’s people avoided him when he made a trip to resupply. Shepherds were on the lowlife list, because they lived as vagabonds and gypsies.  This shepherd didn’t mind being rejected.  He had a whole flock that loved and depended on him.

One day a wolf sat in the darkness of the forest waiting.  He was hungry.  His mouth drooled as he watched the sheep play among the fields of grass.  He noticed one little lamb who stood all alone, rejected by the others.  He thought it strange that this young lamb was all alone, but it made his job a whole lot easier.  He lurked in the darkness for just the right moment and then he pounced.  At last, the long-awaited meal was in his reach. The lamb screeched as the wolf carried him off by the nape of the lamb’s neck.

The shepherd realized almost immediately that one of the sheep was missing. The sound of the injured lamb reached his ears and he knew immediately that one of his flock was in danger. Forget about getting any sleep that night.  The shepherd grabbed his slingshot and a few stones and set out for the forest, leaving the rest of the flock alone and vulnerable.  That one little lamb, who had been isolated from the flock because he didn’t fit in, was now being searched for by the only one who ever loved him.

The wolf heard the shepherd approach as soon as he opened his mouth wide to devour the little lamb.  The lamb was oblivious to the terror that awaited him but realized his situation when the throbbing pain in his leg reminded him.  The pain was great. The little lamb was broken and wounded, but his heart remained strong.

The shepherd found them and took up his staff to scare off the wolf.  He then loaded his slingshot and a rock sailed through the air and killed the villainous wolf.  The dedication of the shepherd for his sheep far overshadowed his skill.   The shepherd won the battle by wounding the wolf severely.

The little lamb scurried to his master.  His leg caused him great pain as he bleated all the way to his waiting arms.  The shepherd scooped him up and they returned to the rest of the flock.  He continued to hold the disabled lamb close to him until the leg healed.  From that day, the lamb remained close to his master.  They became as one, united by their love.

As our world is in this state of chaos and confusion, and fears begin to fester, our minds may turn in a different direction.  We wander from those who control our destiny. We think we can make it on our own, but we need help.  We need to look to the one who protects.

The Shepherd in the story is Jesus.  He’s our guide.  He watches over us in troubling times.  He will never leave us – even when we’re overcome with desperation – when we don’t know what will happen next – when all seems lost.  He’ll come to our rescue when we feel all alone, broken and sad.  He was willing to sacrifice his own life for the safety and benefit of his flock.

As you wonder how long we will be exposed to difficult situations, hatred, murder and evil, remember the One who loves you more than His own life.  We don’t know how long this will go on.  We can’t be sure of the future in a darkened, sin filled world.  Life will get back to normal when we place our trust in the Good Shepherd.  That is no fairy tale!

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HIDEAWAY

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ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A once bustling hot spot, filled with laughter and good times,
Stands obscured under moss covered walls of stone,
The recesses of mortar have all but decayed,
Leaving only empty spaces, like teeth that have seen better days,
Time has taken its toll,
Age has chewed it up and spit it out,
Still beauty remains in the eye of those who remember her glory days,
Age will overcome all of us,
We decay, we grow tired, we ache and suffer under the weight of life,
But memories can serve as a hideaway, a sanctuary, a place to revive.

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COVID19 DEPRESSION

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The fears that are associated with this pandemic are far greater than the disease itself. We’ve taken all kinds of precautions.  We’ve followed the rules and stayed home as much as possible.  We haven’t attended church services (which I personally feel is an essential form of gathering.)  We’ve closed down theatres, entertainment venues, schools, sporting events and much of what we spend time enjoying throughout our non-working time has been restricted. It’s enough to make any sane person a little whacko.

This past weekend was bittersweet.  I didn’t follow the rules.  My son came to visit on Saturday and I hugged him – a few times.  Yesterday, we were invited to our youngest daughter’s for a wonderful meal and I hugged all of them.  I couldn’t hug my oldest, because she lives in S. Carolina with her family.  I couldn’t my oldest grandson, because he’s teaching in South Korea – but I wished I could have hugged all of them too.

I must admit I felt pretty sorry for myself at the beginning of the weekend, because it was a Mother’s Day like none other. However, everything lately is not like any other and we’ve been forced to accept it as such.  I know that it’s not going to last forever, but still there are so many changes that it’s bound to play on us emotionally.

Last week I went shopping without a mask.  Even a bandana makes it difficult for me to breathe.  I didn’t wear gloves, because I didn’t have any latex gloves and couldn’t find any in the store.  Besides, the rebel in me wanted to prove something, I guess.

As summer approaches, weddings and graduations have been cancelled.  No playing is allowed on park playgrounds.  It’s enough to drive us over the edge.

I’ve been coughing my head off this past week and have totally avoided doing any yard work. I love digging in the dirt and seeing new growth, but I don’t want my allergies to send my breathing issues up through the roof.  I wonder if I have COVID19, but know it’s simply the time of year and it will pass.  Still I feel cheated of time I so enjoy, being outside with my garden tools.

We’re all feeling the effects of this pandemic in different ways.  Each one of us has either experienced the disease ourselves or knows someone who has.  Many have lost loved ones because of it.  Even when you have a positive attitude, it’s difficult to work at home with so many distractions.

So what do we do to get over the hump of depression?  I don’t really have any answers to that.  I feel all of this is like going through the stages of grief.  Yet some will not come out of it.  Suicides will occur.  Drug use will become more prevalent. Alcohol will be used to numb the feelings of loss.  Eventually violence will rear its head – in fact it already has.  When people are desperate they choose desperate ways of acting out.

I believe that God will use this ugliness to bring about order.  He didn’t cause the disease.  He isn’t paying us back for all the wrong things we’ve done.  That was all initiated by the forces of evil.  God cannot do evil and He never lies.  His control of what happens is consistent.  He rules the heavens and the earth.  He formed all of it and it was good.  We can count on Him to heal the land and all that is in it, if we just ask and trust that His will is going to be done for our good.

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MONDAY PRAYER

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Good morning, Heavenly Father.  I just want to thank you for getting me through the past week.  There were some surprises along the way – both good and bad, but you’ve taught me to accept these things and know that you’re in control. There are times when I wonder what new test you have planned for me. Tests are really challenges that draw us closer to you for advice and help.

You’ve now given me another week to look forward to.  Give me the stamina I need to do the things I’m required to do.  Help me with the conflicts and decisions that come my way.  Be with me in all that I say and do, so that no one will misunderstand my words.

I know that with each problem that arises, that none of it is new to you.  You’ve been through it all.  You’ve seen the peril we bring upon ourselves.  You know how we mess up.  You understand our suffering, our needs and our goals, yet we are forever making wrong choices, thinking the worst, trying to go it alone – but you always remain the same.  Your love is unconditional and your gift of salvation is everlasting.

Thank you for your gift of life.  Each day is a new treasure from you.  As I draw nearer the end of my days, I get that much closer to you and your promise of heavenly bliss.  Help me to use my time wisely – to help others and let them know all about the things you’ve done for us.  Give me energy, strength and perseverance to run the rest of my race.

In Jesus name, I pray.  Amen!

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MY HERO, MY MOM

95898178_10206927394100407_1240356052227063808_oMy mom was my hero.  I gave her a run for her money and probably was the cause of her prematurely greying hair, but that didn’t deter her from pushing forward in life.  She didn’t hesitate to color those grey tresses well into her 80s.  Even though her hair turned white as snow, her beauty ran deeper than any anti-aging cream or wrinkle remover.

She came from a large farm family so she knew something about sacrifice.  She was one of the most compassionate women I’ve ever known.  She taught me how to encourage, listen, have faith, to never give up and was often my greatest advocate when life threw lemons my way.

She was the mom that believed I was beautiful enough to become Miss America even though I was 20 pounds overweight.  With her I always felt loved.  She had time for me – loved to hear my stories – cheered me when I was sick.

When she neared her 80th birthday she’d become dependent on pain medication and could no longer live alone.  I saw her go through withdrawal, rebuilding and renewal.  We had six years to share as I turned into the caregiver and she grew more dependent. It was as if our roles had reversed.  When the Lord called her to heaven, I was convinced that she would receive a special place in heaven. She always placed her life in her Savior’s hands.

I know not everyone is as fortunate as I was.  Not all moms are worthy of praise.  God blessed me with my mother, because He knew I needed her unconditional love, her encouragement and motivation.  I’m confident that God was waiting with open arms, exclaiming “Well done, good and faithful servant,” when she went to meet him.

Happy Mother’s Day, mom.  I look forward to seeing you again in heaven!

 

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THROUGH OUR CHILDREN’S EYES

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When children are young, they look to their parents as super heroes – men and women of steel – those who can make all their boo-boos better and dry their tears when they are hurting.  When they get older, the mask and cape quickly disappear and it soon becomes apparent that parents aren’t much different than anyone else.  They have problems – they can’t do everything – they make mistakes.

When they become teens, suddenly those original super heroes have now been relegated to not having a clue or absolutely ignorant.  It isn’t until they begin their own families or life on their own that parents once again get the honor they’re deserve.

Parenting is probably one of the most difficult occupations out there.  Most of us do it on a learn as you go plan.  No one tells you that your life is going to change completely.  No one tells you that your kids will get broken bones, hurt feelings and need protection from dangerous situations. I didn’t expect numerous trips to the ER. I wasn’t prepared for snakes, bugs, baby ducks, frogs and many other critters.

Parenting is tough. You feel guilty going to bed with a sink full of dishes. You have so much to do, but your child wants a bedtime story. You’d really love a new pair of shoes, but school starts soon and the kids need school supplies. You put your plans on hold so you can visit your child’s school and share hot lunch with them or be their ‘show and tell item for the day. You cry when you’re not there to say goodnight and tuck them in for the night.

Martina McBride wrote a lovely song about this very subject. One verse kind of sums up what the whole parenting thing is all about.

“In my daughter’s eyes,
Everyone is equal,
Darkness turns to light,
And the world is at peace,
This miracle God gave to me,
Gives me strength when I am weak,
I find reason to believe,
In my daughter’s eyes.”

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

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CRASHING DOWN

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ORIGINAL ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Revelation 14:2 “And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.”

God proves His strength, power and wisdom by controlling the strongest winds- by churning the waters of the sea – by determining that only He has these things in His hands.  No matter how man tries, he’ll never be able to change the setting and rising of the sun, the provision He graciously gives to all His creatures, the moon and stars, the warming and cooling of the planet.  He is our Almighty God.

We see His power in the hurricane that ravages everything in its path.  The wherewithal contained in God’s little finger can stir the mightiest of seas.  We also see His wisdom.  It seems that in times of adversity, He brings out the best in people.  There are those first responders – the life savers, the everyday heroes – neighbors, coming to the aid of those who have lost all their worldly goods.  The winds, the cold, the heat of weather can cause loss and leave people devastated.

People may ask where is God in the midst of disaster after disaster?  How could a loving God put these tragedies in the lives of innocent people?  What is the lesson to be learned from all this?  Even in those times, God is with His people – caring for them, rescuing them, lifting them out of the pit.

I do not understand God’s wisdom.  It doesn’t make sense to me at times.  I don’t know why these things happen, but I do know there’s a purpose for all things under heaven.  In all things, God is there and as Job said when all seemed lost – “For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.”

We’re now in the grips of a disaster that has affected the entire world population.  A tiny organism is the cause of it.  An organism that spreads like wildfire.  We follow the rules and still it can come to anyone.  Even so, we have the knowledge that God is in control.  He will not leave us even in the time of peril.

What comfort this gives to all of us.  Even in the worst of circumstances, God is there with us, and when the final day of judgment arrives the angels will announce His return and we will see Him face to face in all His glory.

COME QUICKLY, LORD, JESUS!

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MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE

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These are two of my children – my oldest and my youngest – both mothers now.  My first born, Amy, is pictured on the right.  She was my guinea pig so to speak.  I guess our first child is always a new adventure every day – a new experience and a new challenge.  This is something we need all the help we can get.  By the time my third child, Joy was born, I was an old hand at parenting, but I still needed all the help I could get.

Amy was raised with Dr. Spock – advice from grandmothers, aunts and friends.  My sister in law was present at Amy’s birth, as a student nurse.  She saw what I missed, because I was under anesthesia.  When we took her home from the hospital, we checked on her breathing throughout the first night.  She slept straight through while we didn’t catch a single wink.   Everything with Amy was a first for us.  Being the oldest, more responsibility  was laid upon her shoulders.  I guess we expected more of her than the others, but she grew into a lovely woman who would have two sons of her own.

Joy is our youngest.  She was scheduled to be born on Christmas Eve, but showed up a couple weeks early.  By this time, I was becoming an old hand at this mother thing.  She was born with a full head of black hair and looked as if she was wearing a wig.  Later in life, she became a beautician and even though she no longer cuts hair, she is still knows how.  Her daughter is now the recipient of her talents. She was the perfect baby.  This had nothing to do with me.  She had two babysitters which preceded her so they were always available to watch over her. The child who escaped the terrible twos found them when she turned five.  This precocious little girl gave me a run for my money.

Every time I look at these two women, I can’t help but wonder how they became what they are.  They’re both lovely.  They have their own personalities.  Amy is more conservative and Joy has a free spirit.  Each of them is unique and they’ve inherited certain genes from a long line of strong women. They have faith in God’s presence in their lives.  They realize the importance of passing that legacy down to their children.  They both possess a strong work ethic and a sincere concern for other people.  I know that God had everything to do with that.

I’m so blessed to have these wonderful women in my life.  I cherish them as perfectly crafted diamonds in my crown of living.  I know that God has placed them in my care for a little while and I know that someday they will return the favor.

We make mistakes in our parenting.  We often forget to praise them.  We may continue to reprimand or give orders.  We may not be doing it right, but if we have God beside us, He will make sure that the final result is good.

Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful daughters.

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MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE

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My mother in law had a great influence on me, because she gave birth to the man I would marry.  She was a stately woman. When she was only 51, her husband passed away in the night laying beside her in bed.  He was only 56. He was a funeral director, following his own  father’s trade. Their family lived above the funeral home, which was a large edifice, with adequate living quarters above the actual mortuary.

As his wife, my mother in law was the hairdresser to those who had died.  She learned quickly to care for the dead as well as the living.  It had to be most difficult to raise a family in such a situation, but both of their children turned out quite normal under the circumstances.  Neither of them pursued a career in this area.

My husband recalls all kinds of stories during that time.  Whenever there was a funeral, they were told to be respectful of the guests and not interfere in any way.  In other words, they had to remain children that were neither heard nor seen.

She was the kind of person who was able to adapt to her environment, no matter where life took her.  After her husband’s death she moved into a duplex with her mother in law, because of her belief that she was now responsible for caring for the aging matriarch of the family.  Her own daughter was still a young woman and would go on to be a nurse.  Her son (my husband) was just about to become a father himself.

She would have to adapt to living independently, muddle through tasks which she’d never been required to do and take on a job.  The funeral home was sold.  Reality set in.  She always knew that God had a purpose for her life and despite some ongoing mental health issues, she persisted.

When we moved to Minneapolis, we got an apartment for her and she lived there for a couple years before moving in with us and eventually into a nursing home.  She spent several years there and participated in as many activities as she could.  Her servant attitude extended to helping others while she was there.

When she passed away at the age of 87.  I sat with her at her bedside as she breathed her last breath.  I tried reciting the 23rd Psalm, and knew I missed something, but she didn’t pop up to remind me.  She was a lady until the end.  The 23rd Psalm was her favorite.  It was used at her husband’s funeral and at her own.  It was the theme for our wedding.  Every page of her Bible was well used and marked up.  It still sits in our home as a reminder of how to ransack the scriptures.

My mother in law was a true servant of God.  Her life reflected Jesus everywhere she went.  I know that her faith was so strong to endure the pain of losing her husband at such a young age.  Her life thereafter was difficult too, because she struggled with paranoid schizophrenia and had to be medicate for that.  Her faith was strong to the end.

She was a wonderful example for her own children and for her grandchildren as well. I’m confident we will meet again someday in heaven. Until then we will never forget you.

Proverbs 30:5 Every word of God proves true; he is a shield to those who take refuge in him.

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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LOOKING FORWARD & UP

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

What started as a single seed reclining in the earth,

Is now a giant masterpiece with monetary worth,

The time it took to grow this tree encompassed many years,

It suffered many bruises and witnessed many tears,

Some of its limbs were withered, while others brandished life,

Its trunk was strong as iron, yet endured all kinds of strife,

As winds defiled and bent its frame, it seemed that he was lost,

Its roots exposed, its spine now bent from cold and bitter frost,

Still it survived and grew some more and pierced right through the clouds,

Its life went on and does today, evading death’s dark shrouds,

We like that tree continue through life’s discouraging path,

We place our hope in worldly things and we receive God’s wrath,

But when we put our hope in Him our life will never end,

And it will be much greater than our minds can comprehend,

The growth that we experience throughout our earthly days,

Will never reach comparison to what His love purveys,

We lift our eyes to heaven and know what waits beyond,

To see the face of Jesus and know He will respond.

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MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE

She entered my life just after I turned five – a most traumatic experience for one of the most spoiled children in the world. After all, I was the first grandchild on both sides of the family tree.  I had free reign for almost five whole years.  Suddenly my life was turned upside down and I had to compete with a tiny, screaming, naturally curled, adorable little girl – who later grew into Miss Congeniality, Personality Plus, drop dead gorgeous and thin.  I guess that’s what they mean by sibling rivalry.

When we were children, she followed me like a hawk – always wanting to get in on my action.  My friends became her friends.  My toys had to be shared with her.  My spotlight shifted over to her and her precociousness.  She locked the two of us in the bathroom when she was only two, and the only way to get out was to call the fire department, have him crawl through a 3 foot square window, and scare the heck out of us.  Actually I’m making a lot of this up, but stories do get embellished over time.

The teen years were even worse.  She borrowed my sweaters, but hers were way too small for me.  She was amassing great popularity and had hoards of friends.  I admit to being quite jealous of her.

When we left home to start our own families, she and her husband moved to another state.  We followed a few years later.  They moved again.  At first I thought she was trying to run away from me, but it was really her husband’s career that sent them on one move after another.

She has a great sense of humor.  She had to in order to be related to me.  Like me, she has done some pretty bizarre things in her life – like picketing her husband’s fast food business (she worked for him) because he didn’t pay her enough. She’s been known to walk into a stranger’s car and strike up a conversation with the driver, thinking he was her husband.   She was an amazing home decorator and could wallpaper a house in no time.  It was a good thing too, because she was always moving into another one.

Since her husband was a rising star in the franchising world, he would be often be gone for a week or more at a time.  Her girls were growing up during that time and it was tough to parent alone.  She did so, however, because her desire to be a mother was great and it took a while before she became one.  She passed down much of what our own mother did.  We look back at our children and see a reflection of their grandparents as well as our own.  She taught her girls to be independent, thoughtful, compassionate, strong and determined.

After raising those two lovely daughters, she found her own niche as an event planner – a perfect job for one who loves to party. This job sent her traveling from place to place and, along with all her moves, she got to see most of the country and many parts of the world.  It may seem like a glamorous job, but I know for a fact that she worked her butt off making things perfect for her clients – all while keeping the home fires burning.

She has the best of both our parents in her – she’s confident, strong, ambitious, resilient, funny, loving, and hard working.  Though we haven’t shared great amounts of time together, we always seem to be able to pick up where we left off.  Laughter usually reigns supreme.

Through many years of growing up together, dressing up in bed sheet evening gowns, fighting like cats and dogs, this woman has blessed my life more than she’ll ever know.  Happy Mother’s Day, Sis!

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THE DIFFICULT TIMES IN WHICH WE’RE LIVING – ad nauseam

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This is how a typical news report goes these days.  It’s also filtrating into commercials and public service announcements.  I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m getting sick of all the “feel good” stuff floating around in the media.  No one knows how I feel, so don’t bother telling me how I’m going to get through this.  Here’s my rendition of what’s floating around the air waves today:

We’re living in difficult times.  The times right now are precarious and unknown.  Each day brings more and more difficulty to these difficult times as we seem to need to be in touch with those outside our dwellings.

If we can endure the terribly difficult times, we’re currently facing, we will be better for it.  We know that each day brings new difficulties.  It’s difficult to wear a mask and gloves.  It’s difficult to stay at home.  It’s extremely difficult to be out of toilet paper.  It’s beyond difficult to be stuck under one roof with your entire family 24/7.  We know that it’s difficult, but we’re in this together, because we thrive on difficulty.

So if you’re feeling sad today, it’s probably because you can’t see an end to this stay at home order.  Will we be confined for the rest of the year?  Will there be another virus?  Will Murder Bees be the next plague to infest our country?

Don’t worry.  We can surmount any difficulty, because we’re Americans and we’re all in this together.  Our difficulties may seem difficult now, but wait.  The year isn’t over yet and we have a presidential election waiting right around the corner.

 

 

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MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE

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The second in a series about mothers who shaped my life.

My paternal grandmother was a city lady. She was a beautiful woman with black hair and the darkest black eyes I’ve ever seen. She lived with our family when I was just a child, but than moved to her own apartment in downtown Milwaukee. It was on the second floor so we had to ride a rickety old elevator to get to it. Her apartment faced Wisconsin Avenue, which was the main street of downtown.  It had huge windows that overlooked the city. Whenever there was a parade or special event many of my friends would join me to watch it at Grandma’s. I became instantly popular because of it.

Grandma had an extremely tough life. She fell in love and married a tailor and they had 4 children together. I don’t know much about her husband, because he deserted the family when my dad was just a young boy. In those days, there were many hidden things concerning things like that. She returned to her home town with her children and started a new life. After a while she became frustrated with small town life and moved to the big city. I believe her parents had a hand in raising her children until she found work. It must have been a struggle to bare the shame and humiliation, but she carried on.

Being a single parent in those days carried a bit of a stigma. Grandma worked hard to give her family what she could, but it wasn’t enough so her children pitched in to help and all of them started jobs at an early age.

Being the first grandchild, I was given carte blanche on most anything I wanted. If she could manage, she would give me my heart’s desire. If she couldn’t, she would save and save for it. She was a whiz at making things too. She loved to sew lovely little dresses and tons of doll clothes.  She taught me how to make things out of nothing.

She made the best pineapple upside down cake. Mmm-mmm! I tried making it once, but it never compared to Grandma’s. She was a beautiful lady, always taking time to look  the part. I remember her wearing pearls and matching earrings. She had a little dressing table with all sorts of makeup and perfume – Evening in Paris. It seemed so elegant.
Grandma didn’t talk much. She never talked about her past. She loved me unconditionally. She spoiled me rotten, as my cousins will attest to. She always told me that my face would stay that way if I scrunched it up. I think there was some truth to that statement. She gave the best hugs. She was strong and stoic sometimes. She never gave up even in adversity.

Both of my grandmothers took different paths, but each left me with a wonderful heritage. They both loved God and lived amazing lives. They had a strong work ethic, a deeply rooted faith, grit and determination. I believe I have inherited a bit of each of them and I pray that I will be able to leave some of the same things to my own grandchildren.

 

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MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE

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My mother’s mom was the wife of a farmer. I knew she had dreams of a big city life and whenever she had the chance she showed her ability to make people laughy with her entertaining antics. She was a woman with a true pioneer spirit. Her husband didn’t really like farming much, so he took a job with a power line construction company, left the basic farming chores to grandma and hired out the rest.

Grandma would rise before the sun and punch her way through a humongous ball of bread dough and set it in pans to rise for lunch. Then she would go to the barn and milk the cows by hand; all the time whistling or singing a tune. There must have been days when she would rather have stayed in bed, but she didn’t.

Her hair was prematurely white and went down to her waist. She would braid it tightly and then wind it into a bun. Her eyes were the bluest blue I have ever seen. She spoke of her childhood in Montana and how they would gather buffalo chips to make a fire. I had visions of what it must have been like to live that way. My dreams often included Indians surrounding a covered wagon.

The thing I most remember about Grandma was her strength in adversity. She buried 5 of her 8 children and cared for an ailing husband for many years until he passed away. After that she kind of gave up and it wasn’t long before she finally fell asleep too.

I have fond memories of her singing with the old time, country western radio station, as the dog accompanied her with his howling strains. If we were there for a visit and one of us became ill, she would stick some cotton under her nose for a moustache, adopt a German accent and pretend to be a doctor while making us laugh or at least feeling better.

The songs she sang or hummed or whistled were always Gospel songs. She had an extremely strong faith in God and used that faith to carry her through so much trouble in her life. She may not have realized it, but she was planting seeds in my heart. Seeds that would eventually grow into an even more bountiful harvest than she could possibly imagine seeing on that farm.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me the inheritance of your Word through the passing of it from generation to generation Now that I’m a grandparent, help me to instill that same love for God and His promises in my grandchildren. What an inheritance to leave them!

Psalm 103:17 ” But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, and his righteousness to children’s children.”

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PAINTING OUTDOORS

You rise with the sun to catch the first light,  perfection is right in your grasp,

You set up your easel, lay out your paint, your brush is held tight in your clasp,

Surrounded by nature and fresh, clean air, your eyes search for the ideal scene,

Your canvas is set – the light is just right, you paint like a living machine.

 

The sun moves so quickly and clouds soon appear, light changes right before your eyes,

The clouds fill with thunder and lightening too, what brought on the rain in the skies,

You pack up your painting, your paints and all, you make a mad dash for the car,

Tomorrow you’ll start all over again, because you’re a painting rock star.

 

 

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