VIEW FROM THE KITCHEN...

"It may be little, it may be big,

but surprises happen when you least expect it.

Take what life gives you...delight in it and enjoy it"

...L. R. Haake

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       THE LITTLE

  

 Our kitchen when we lived in China.  We hung the red lantern around our light; the neighbors surmised we were newlyweds...uh-oh.  Evenings they gathered outside our window  to watch us do our thing...little did we know!

THE BIG

Our home while we worked in Qingdao.  This complex is appropriately named "God's Gift"; imagine that? The large doorway is the entrance to our building; the windows to its right are our kitchen, next is 'our office'.

THE SURPRISE

This is the back of the building facing ours. As you'll learn if you continue reading, this has been a waiting room for some years now. We never knew these people...but they were watching us all the time we lived there...almost 2 years!

In August 2002 M and I moved to China...a most unlikely happening but with God?  Ha, He is full of surprises; oh, He always knows what He's doing...He just doesn't let us in on it until we're ready...at least that's the way it's happened w/M and me.  You're familiar w/our background so you know what's happened in our surprising life, yes?  If you came in late, ask us and we'll bring you up to date on a personal level, okay?  We love to tell 'our story'.

This trip that just took place was one that M felt called to take; he thought it was for one purpose but as God would have it...something quite surprising took place...a series of surprises it seems!  This is just one of many; you should know it's touching to us; hopefully to you as well.

Michael stayed w/William and Maria the five weeks in Qingdao; they are wonderful, caring friends and Maria sees to it that Michael never, ever is bored...to the contrary.  She brings in friends, relatives...friends of relatives, etc.  She is a magnet and so relaxed about it. 

One morning she and some lady friends had arranged a small trek (ladies only) so they agreed to meet at Maria's early that morning.  Maria introduced M and one lady said she remembered Michael and I from our kitchen window.  Seems she lived in one of the many apartments facing our kitchen window.  She said she and her husband would watch us through our kitchen window...like all the other Chinese in the complex.  They regularly congregated in the evenings to observe our every action (oh my, I wonder what they had to say about those foreigners). 

It seems her husband is stricken w/a serious problem and is bedfast, unable to walk, etc.  She has been praying for some time now that God would send someone to pray with and for them...since we left China they have become Christians and meet with a small house church in that complex. 

Michael has felt that he lacked something in his personality, something that he really needed; that would be compassion.  He feels that the reason he felt so compelled by the Spirit to go to China at this time was simply to meet and pray with this couple.  And the result is...he has learned 'compassion'.   It's a remarkable wonder to him that God would use an 81 year old agent to answer someones' prayers continents away, but that's precisely what our wonderful Father did.  Is He not the most awesomely remarkable God?  Wow, yes!!!

Michael took someone w/him, prayed with and encouraged that couple...and returned several times.  They are now linked with others who can and will continue encouraging them.  Praying for a miracle!

Charlie Brown said, "In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back"...but sometimes Charlie, they are found in and around the back door to the kitchen.  Imagine...all the hundreds of times we were in our kitchen looking out our window seeing them and those two people were on their back porch looking at us...imagine???  Who would've thunk it, huh?  Now here we are more than seven years later...being used to answer their prayer. 

Sometimes (okay, much of the time) I sell God short; so foolish am I.  But I've learned a great lesson; no matter how little a thing might seem to me, it's of great importance to someone.  Or it may be so big that I think some others are taking care of it...and it falls through the crack.  BUT...God does things when I least expect it so I'm doing my best to be aware of others...(you included)...making the best and most of whatever He gives me.  And when HE's involved? It's delightful enjoyment...well, it's really heaven on earth.

From my heart...to yours!

"Open your heart - open it wide; someone is standing outside"

From Believe: A Christmas Treasury by Mary Engelbreit

Artwork by Catalina Aguilera

I have a special place in my heart that opens for those with what society dubs as 'Special Needs'. You know, after Michael retired from the military he served as Director for a school/hospital for children w/Cerebral Palsy and Spine bifida. It served many purposes for the children as well as their parents...a wonderful place.

Among some of the 'get away's' was an annual field trip to Six Flags in Arlington. It required nurses, aides, etc...a big operation from the get-go and everyone had a blast...a very big blast. One of the bennies was always going to the head of the lines or being escorted right on the rides...those the kids could handle.

Lots of folks would stop and give us money to 'treat' the kids...they wanted to help a little. Along w/that we always got lots and lots of looks...most of them were sympathetic looks with lots of love thrown in. That was a good thing. Being kind is a very good thing...like Jesus.

I've spent a little time with a very nice young man the last couple of weeks and he's enjoyed telling me that he enjoyed acting weird. Okay, I can handle that...you betcha. He's cute and interesting.

A few days ago we had another opportunity to be together ~ he's a sacker and for the third time in three weeks he happened to sack me up again. On the way out he greeted everyone who entered with a nice welcome and then asked me how my day was going; I replied it was going great...and asked about his! He replied that it was okay...adding that he had never had many 'good days' and always had a very hard life...I asked him why that was the case.

All of this now before reaching my car...he said he had always been made fun of because people seem to enjoy doing that to special needs people like himself. All the way through school, he was bullied, teased and (I smiled at this next remark) even the cheerleaders did it. Oh!

Seems this job is the first one he's had other than being a busboy...even the 'fellow bussers' harassed, insulted and you get the picture, I'm sure!

I told him of the success my special needs friends had in the work force and he was very encouraged...saying perhaps he could do that in the future...he's now 21 years old. I told him to never, ever give up and he said he had no intention of doing so. Told me to have a good day.

As he wheeled the basket away and was almost out of my sight...he looked back with a bright smile and said, "Thank you, Ma'am. I really enjoyed talking to you today." And I have tears in my newly fixed eyes!

"Sometimes someone says something
really small, and it just fits right
into this empty place in your heart"

~From the television show My So-Called Life

He fits right into this heart of mine...so?  I encouraged him but in return he gave me something so very, very special.  He encouraged me to continue to always, always make and take the time to "open my heart, open it wide for that someone standing outside"...oh yes!

By the way, his name is Sparrow and I think of what the scripture says about the little bird in Matthew 10:29.  

"And God cares what happens to it

even more than you do." 

From my heart...to yours

FLUFF FREE EARS...

Have you ever felt hopeless...helpless...drowning? Have you ever felt you had no one you could be totally honest and open with in sharing your feelings, your problems, your heartaches? Perhaps the question would be better posed as this...would you, could you have shared those thoughts with a willing listener? 

I realize that's a bunch of questions & who knows...possibly you've never had 'real' problems.

Maybe the 'thing' was a real biggie with you but not to anyone else...and they let you know it? Hmm...I have and it's no walk in the park, 'specially when it's just you!

Mother Teresa put it this way,

"Honesty & transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest & transparent anyway."

Why is it (generally speaking) that we are terrified of being honest about ourselves...to be transparent? Maybe you ran into someone like the person I was before I began my renovation; quick to judge...hmm, not a good thing and I'm very ashamed.

Say I'm around when someone divulges a what's to me a 'serious stepping in it' and I pull out my 'bad person that I don't want anything to do with' stamp and wham...branded 'em! And you...you thought I was perfect? Ha, ha! Had you fooled, didn't I. Am I the only person with one of those stamps?

For too many years I worked at digging a hole for myself...I didn't care much about others...I was too busy digging! Why didn't I open up and talk to someone...anyone? Because...I was digging my hole.

Addiction days are over for me...that's past but not forgotten. It no longer overwhelms me to talk about it...to tell my story...tho' at times I still choke up. Oh hey, you might think I'm showboating or trying to establish myself as a resident expert at large...neither one...trust me!

Christ met people where they were in life; no kangaroo court...no mug shots or jail time. He 'felt' for them...He 'cared' for them. Should I do less? No way. I can help others who are hurting...so can you.

I've written much about listening...good to listen and not take charge...like do all the talking. If I'm hurting I can't let it out if no one wants to listen...too busy?  Maybe not 'cause




Winnie the Pooh says:“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear."


I'm totally into listening and caring what you're wanting to say; I care, I honestly care...a whole lot.   God presents opportunities ~ it's up to me to take advantage and reach out.

I reach out to you and know you will do likewise...and you know what? I believe God will smile. 

Incidentally, God has no fluff in His ears and he listens, listens, listens...anytime, anywhere!  Isn't that the most awesome feeling? Oh yes...yes!

From my heart...

OPTIMISTIC POSSIBILITIES...

Okay, I wrote last week that I was going to practice trying to give God my full attention when praying rather than like multi-tasking; you know, like giving Him a minute and next thing I know I'm planning the next day...oh, sorry Father...you're still there? Oh, my bad.  Last night I finally devoted myself 100 % to what I was trying to say to Him...at least it's a start.

Added to that...I'm doing much better at listening to Michael during our early morning sharing times.  I think he's noticing my looking at him while he reads...you think? 

It's no wonder I'm like that, ours is such a 'busy society'.  When we moved to China that gave us a much slower pace of life.  Sadly, they are 'fast' changing...adopting the hurried lifestyle.

I like this proverb:
"It's tough trying to keep
your feet on the ground,
your head above the clouds,
your nose to the grindstone,
your shoulder to the wheel,
your finger on the pulse,
your eye on the ball and
your ear to the ground". 

Whoosh...just reading that wears me down.  Are there those who can actually do all those things at one time...super multi-taskers?  I can chew gum and walk at the same time...stretch me further and I could possibly snap like a worn out rubber band.  What about you, can you do more than a couple of things at the same time? 
Hmm, bet you're quicker than me.

I've noticed (and M notices too)...that when I get a tad harried I sort of go into orbit...whoa!  Now if I focus/concentrate I do astonishingly well...oh, how good is that?  Downright awesome.  It's important to not just give it a quick think...it's to be honest about what I'm doing...and the why involved. 

God has challenged me and He continues doing so.  He began several years ago and I've accepted it...even before I fully realized what it was He was doing in my life.  I marvel that He took me...a gawky little girl w/an ugly leg from an Oklahoma dust bowl and transformed me into what I am today.

Oh, you're wondering just exactly what I am today?  Well, I was painfully shy...now I doubt I meet any strangers.  I love people and I sort of interact w/them and wow, what doors are opened.  I love telling 'my story' ~ that would be what God has done in my life and I never ever tire of telling it.  He moved me out of my safe room and empowered me to go 'round the world and back again.  I love encouraging people and there is no pretense involved...trust me, none at all. 

By this time you know that I'm transparent; what you see is what I am 24/7...Michael's the same...we are what we are because of what Father has planned and we co-operate.  He and His Son are the living water and bread of life...M and I are a couple of pipelines and baskets for the bread. 

God sort of 'challenged' me...putting it mildly!  Traipsing around the world by myself...moving to China...giant challenges!   Somehow He helped me, this chicken little...and I discovered who and what  Vasca is...I am His!

"Only those who can see the invisible can do the impossible"...now my eyes are sharp and I can honestly see the invisible...that's why I can do some of the things I once thought were impossible.  Ha, didn't I know that with Father nothing is impossible?  I just forgot.

How 'bout you and I get together and see some of those invisible things?  No end to what He would do with us...ready?  Okay, let's do it.

From my heart...

HEARTFUL LISTENING...

 

  "It's only through listening that you learn

and I never want to stop learning"

...Drew Barrymore.

   Last week I had one of my eyes 'fixed'...very interesting procedure.  A learning experience and I did lots of listening...to instructions!  I was really all ears and eager to learn.  Now, thanks to a great eye surgeon, I have good eyesight to go with my sharp hearing...great combo...if and when they're used wisely.  My vision and hearing needs constant attention and fine tuning.

Michael has hearing problems so he is blessed with excellent hearing aids; to make life more interesting, his aids sing a lot...sort of harmonizing along w/everything they come near!   Main point is...he can hear and he listens well.  That's probably somewhat of a problem since he has a 'chatty' wife...that would be me of course.

He lost his hearing when in the Korean conflict in 'his' tank, Shamrock.  The military didn't take steps to protect him from the noise of the tank guns like they do now.  We're thankful for his 'aids' though...very thankful.  He practices listening...nice!

He was out of the country much of our marriage...which meant the four boys and I practiced togetherness.  My listening really had to work overtime...difficult being the mom and dad package.  They needed someone reliable, lovable and that was me.  I relied on them in return.

We made tapes and sent them to M when he was in Viet Nam and Ethiopia.  That was 'BC'...before computers and cells.  He would try to return the favor and believe me...we were all ears listening to his loving voice...I shed so many tears then.

He was away when the boys were in high school and college...more listening w/much late night listening.  They would come in my room, "Mom, are you asleep?"..."Mmm, no".  "Listen to this"...and I listened, trying my best not to doze off.  They needed that talking/listening special time...and it did our hearts good.

My mother lived w/us for several of those years; we added a big apartment to our house for her...good arrangement.  Once while I was away our youngest went into her room and asked her to wake up...which she did.  He was standing there w/part of her car's bumper in his hands.  She said, "Oh, don't worry about whatever happened, we'll talk in the morning".  All ended well.  Important that they shared and listened the next morning! 

It's not always easy to listen...and especially when it's something we'd rather not hear...or someone that we're not too fond of.  Listening is an art...listening, hearing is a finer art.  You can pretend to listen and not hear a word.  I multitask and lots of times when M is reading to me, I'm fingering the keyboard and he'll come out w/some silly sentence to see if he can catch me not hearing him...sometimes I fail his test...aargh.  I'm trying very, very hard to give him my total attention...trying, trying!

Okay, so people...we are a busy society...into a gazillion things w/not much time to spare w/frivolities...like listening...paying attention to those who need the attention.  Easy to sort of 'make or break' someone or have someone break you...think about it.

Doesn't matter if it's someone perhaps you're not really crazy to talk to...not a close friend...it doesn't matter.  I am dedicated to giving 100% to those I come in contact with.  It's important. 

Now, perhaps someone you're talking to glances all around but doesn't look at you (by the way it isn't a gender thing...males and females can excel at it)...ever happen to you?  Yep, thought so.  It makes me uncomfortable...and I wish I hadn't 'bothered' them. 

Okay, since I'm a 'see thru' person...I do God that way...oh wow, do I ever.  I chatter at Him when I'm not too tired or have too many other important things on my mind.  How bad is that?  Worse than anything.  I'm working on that...and it's a chore.  My mind goes like a rocket and God gets left out of the orbit.  I am ashamed of how I treat Him; He's so patient, loving and kind to me...He's always ready to listen 24/7 and me???  I am so sorry Father...so very sorry.  I'm practicing the fine art of listening to Him...along with conscientious prayer.

I read His inspired word and learn but my most productive learning comes from listening to His words...living water and bread of life...I never want to stop learning...after all I believe what I tried teaching my Chinese students...'when you're through learning, you're through'. 

From my heart...

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IT'S JUST ME...

"Today I am me...quite simple I be......
There's no one alive who is me-er than me"...
Dr. Seuss. (Please forgive my adaptation! )

My mother said I was born asking questions and as I progressed she added that I could never lie to her...she could see it in my eyes!  Whoosh...I'm glad 'cause honesty really is the best policy, right?  What I did though was to hide much of 'the real me'...I was terrified of 'an unknown something' so for a very long time the 'real me' didn't surface.  To my detriment I hid too many important things.  Thankfully I've become transparent with open abandonment.  Some might say that's not so good...others?  Let's see.

I believe God has given me a special gift...the gift of encouragement and I am on a mission.  My prayer is that you won't take that as conceit...that certainly isn't my intent.  Agree or not, I am convinced of the gift and I do my utmost to use it for His purposes...He knows my heart and that's what really matters. 

I am all about making a difference.  Never have I been quiet about that goal in my life.  But human being that I am, I admit that I actually craved 'praise' from certain people that I wanted to impress.  There...I've put it in print for you to read.  How little is that of me?  Aargh...too little...I begged forgiveness and He forgave! 

That is totally out of the picture now...thank you, God.  I realize that soft touch does wonders in the most unexpected ways and that's so...AWESOME.  Wow!  Surprises around so many corners...touching is touching...truly touching.  

Fast forward to date...William Bradfield said "There are those whose lives affect all others around them. Quietly touching one heart, who in turn, touches another. Reaching out to ends further than they would ever know".

In this society I'm pulled in a jillion directions...every single day.  I like quiet (not into noise) and if I'm not careful I sort of...well...lose it...where did my peaceful existence go?  Do you ever feel that way, even a little bit?  It's easy to forget the most important things in my life...I've learned God deserves my best, not my leftovers.

I aim to touch your heart...feel it?  I am touching you...ever so softly...ever so quietly.  Shh...then...you... reach out and touch someone and so it goes...passing it on...on and on the touch goes and He is pleased.  He's into relationships and touching, remember?

Mother Teresa was humility personified and she said..."Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable.  Be honest and transparent anyway". 

So anyway, here I am, just me; honest and transparent...and I am convinced...it works!!!

From my heart...

DOG DAYS...



"Be tuff...the "dog days" of summer can be wuff..."

I assumed the 'dog days of summer' were in August...but learned they can begin in June/July and go into September. 

This summer is a scorcher and just think...we're barely moving into August...aargh. I am extremely thankful that our home is easy to cool...the a/c is working properly...thank you God.

I wonder if the heat makes people more up tight, short-tempered and downright antsy! It certainly seems to be affecting the governing process of the country...poor people are working overtime to do what they should have had finished moons ago! Oh well. The heat's on...high heat.

Do you think 'we the people' will ever be able to live together...peaceably? Doesn't seem likely because we're fractured. Hey, businesses fail...people get their hours cut or lose their jobs...families even fracture...domino effect. People seem to be in limbo...uncertain of what's around the corner...uncertainty is frightening.

We live in such a wonderful country; most of us have more than the necessities of life...but...there may be something missing...like...how well do we know each other? I mean 'really know'each other.

I like privacy and quiet time...I also like people. Think a minute about how well you know me. Could you make a list of 'things I know about Vasca'...? I was sort of born asking questions and have never lost my curiousity ~ so I honestly try to get to know you.

Remember that post about vulnerability? At times I believe a fear factor enters and prevents me/us/you from really getting to know each other; or if it's easier to just go through the common rituals of 'How's it going?'... 'Oh, same-o same-o'...'Good, see 'ya later'.   Might be safer than taking time to show a greater interest in how you/me really are at that particular time...but...what if we never saw each other later? 

Last week a casual acquaintance saw me and mentioned that she had missed seeing me; she had the saddest look on her face. I smiled at her and she said "I know you pray; so please pray for me. I'm going to have to get a part-time job; my hours have been cut back. I have few skills and haven't had to job search in years". I'm praying fervently.

You know what? We need each other...we really need each other! You have something wrong...share it. I'm transparent and admittedly vulnerable but I feel comfortable in my transparent self. Probably I make some uncomfortable; but perhaps my openness will help someone who's suffering as I have and still do at times. It's all about caring and sharing with each other...it's important.

Helen Keller said, "Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much."   Oh yes!

I believe God smiles when He watches our togetherness; even when the 'tuff days of summer are wuff...'

From my heart...

A WALK ON THE WATER...

Last week, during worship, Cody asked us to share w/each other (be vulnerable). Okay friend, I'm sharing with you and guess that leaves me a tad wide open. Bear with me, okay?
M and I celebrated our 59th wedding anniversary a week ago. Oh wow...how things have changed. Here we are retired and drawing Social Security. What's going on...our president and the major political parties aren't nearly as congenial to each other these days or so it seems...grrr! A power struggle is really in high gear; seems power and money go hand in hand much of the time, don't you think?

I suppose most citizens are a tad anxious or even fearful. We seem to be surrounded by the deafening clamor of angry voices, doom and gloom, fear and all that goes with it. Wouldn't it be great if 100% of us put aside all the pettiness, complaining and downright meanness...as a way of life? Do we have it in us to do it?

Marcus Aurelius said, "Dig within. Within is the wellspring of Good; and it is always ready to bubble up, if you just dig." Okay, so what about this?

I've been doing some digging on my own and I believe it's a good thing to 'get out of the boat' so to speak. Oh yes, it's safe and comfy (in a sense) to stay in the boat...but I seem to remember someone walking on the water. Only drawback to that is...if I want to walk on water I've gotta' get out of the boat...takes faith. That isn't an easy thing but once you get the hang of it? It's, well...it's a 'walk on the water'.

Some of the time that activity is full of obstacles...and Satan can really do a number on us, right? Like? His family at South Main has been in a holding pattern since January. Much has happened and much hasn't happened...things seem to be standing almost still.

But wait...our seven shepherds are asking us to step up w/important decisions about the future. That means me and you...me? I can sit on the fence, in the middle of the road...in other words 'sit this one out'. Aah, but I cannot, cannot do that...sure, it's risky but then He never told us our road would be a super freeway!

Eighteen months ago, the building program was just getting underway; M and I emptied our savings. Four months later M was diagnosed w/a very rare, incurable, fatal disease. People don't last long w/it...it usually takes years and years to even be diagnosed. Michael discovered it by himself...God work.

One month later an ENT surgeon took a biopsy of it...sent it to the pathologist.  Amyloidosis is only identifiable by ONE test (Congo Red Stain). Most physicians and pathologists don't tumble to it because it is soooo rare...our pathologist did the test...God work. We went from discovery to diagnosis in 5 weeks rather than five years or more.

So, here we are...eighteen months later with Father holding our hand as we're water walking. Not only does Michael continue maintaining his status quo, we find his condition is yet another very rare part of this rare disease...it is localized...God work.

We are enthusiastic about what God is doing at South Main. Let's face it, God gives and gives without restriction; He loves and loves without restriction. How can I do otherwise?

I've not written this to grandstand...I believe you know the two of us better than that. We simply have the desire to encourage.   Did we regret what we gave after discovering M's diagnosis? Never once. We figured we were in good hands no matter what. And what's super is that since then, we've managed to save half of what we gave 18 months ago...God work...He has given us the opportunity to do it again.

Susan Rabin said, "Enthusiasm is contagious. Be a carrier." Nothing's much warmer than a loving, caring, united family; that's an example for the world and who knows? Hmm, it might catch on. And remember..."Don't be afraid. Just believe."

So here I am...Vasca...an open book...vulnerable, unafraid and believing...trust me; trust Him. 

From my heart.....

RICH, RICHER, RICHEST...

Much of the time when a large number of people are asked about their goals...the popular answer seems to be 'successful in business' or 'make a lot of money'.  All depends on who you're asking, right? 

Once upon a time a thousand dollars was a fortune...thousands was jacked up to millions...now millions are jacked up to billions and trillions (governmentally speaking).  Wanna' be a Bill Gates or a Warren Buffett.  Oh boy...everyone in the world would give their eye teeth or...would they?  Would you?  Would I? 

Here's something for you to think on:

 

Lord, Make Me Rich'

I prayed this prayer. Lord, make me rich.

Oh, it wasn't totally selfish. I wanted to be able to give my family nice things.

We got bids on a sprinkler system for our lawn many years ago. Too expensive.

God's answer: drag a water hose around the yard.

We got a dog, and another, and another (in succession as each died).

I have become the designated dog walker. Can't afford to hire a pet sitter to do it for me.

Lawn mowing service? Can't afford it.

So, I mow it, enlisting my three sons to help.

House needs painting. Can't afford to hire it done.

So, we are doing it ourselves (all family members).

My wife needed new brakes on her car.

I got filthy with brake dust (that stuff is like printer toner).

So, what about the prayer. God said no, right?

Yes, but...

I have discovered the joy of caring for a yard with my own hands.
Mowing, watering, sweating over it, pulling weeds, is great relaxation therapy, and gets me closer to nature and closer to God. And encouraging my boys to help teaches them the same joy.

Walking the dog gets me exercise and I have lots of talks with God while we walk.

I also talk to my dog. She's a good listener.

Painting, I have discovered, is something I love to do.

And fixing cars gives me a TON of satisfaction, and I always learn something new.

So, if God told me "no", why do I feel so rich?

That, friend, is just how God operates. I don't understand it. I just stand in amazement at HIM.

Father, thank you. In Jesus' name, amen.

...by Jeff Beall 28 June, 2011

M and I will celebrate 59 years of marriage on the 8th of July.  We had zip money then...but we were rich in love...we became richer with four wonderful sons...a little richer with four daughter-in-laws and ten grandchildren...more about this richness in the next post.

From my heart...

POWER STEERING...

Tell you what...I need GPS in my feet.  Talk about clumsy?  Aah, that's me w/a capital C.  For instance, yesterday we walked through our back gate and what d'ya know?  Somehow (don't ask 'cause I don't know) got my feet tangled in the gate and fell sideways into our rock house wall...oops!  Didn't fall down mind you...and didn't scratch or hurt me in any way.  Didn't even dent the house...wow!  I am a klutz. 

In China, my feet liked M's feet so much they reached over to visit and I fell into a stone wall...not so fortunate this time; I broke my collarbone...ouch.

I try my best to walk carefully; I really do.  My co-ordination skills are a fiasco; my feet ignore my brain...top to bottom is a great distance for me.  Deciding how to direct my body is a challenge; but here's the flip-side. 

M and I have hiked and camped all over the Gunnison National Forest in Colorado.  I didn't trip, stumble or fall...now how can that be?  I even walked what I'd call a 'tightrope' path which could've ended my wonderful life...wow!  Probably I am so fleet footed there because I love the mountains...I'm eager to get there and drag my feet upon leaving...aah, fresh and breezy life...love it.

Dr. Seuss wrote, "You have brains in your head.  You have feet in your shoes.  You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.  You're on your own.  And you know what you know.  You are the guy who'll decide where to go".

Oh yes...I can tell my GPS where to go but I make mistakes...don't always like to follow directions.  Fortunately Father has my back and is my power steering.  When I fail to include Him, I can't steer well.  At times, my spiritual self is like my clumsy feet; it gets totally misplaced and trips me up or down (ha, speaking for my feet...they even fall up stairs).

Another Dr. Seuss quote, "You're off to Great Places!  Today is your day!  Your mountain is waiting.  So...get on your way!"  Okay, what's the main point?  My mountain is now...my get-ups a'goin'...my feet are locked into the GPS and God's steering....way to go!

From my heart...

KNOCKING DOWN DOORS...

Michael and I live in what many have dubbed "Little Alamo"...others call it "Little Fort".  It's definitely different...constructed of red rocks/stones, petrified wood and fossils.  Unique?  Yes.  And so loved.  Okay, it's small...a tad over 900 sq. ft.  but it has many rooms...and guess what?  It has only one inside door and for those who visit...that is the bathroom door!   Whew, huh? 

Frankly there is no room for doors so, being a loving husband, Michael removed the doors and hung curtains for me (hey, couldn't have the world seeing my messy closets). 

M surprised me one day when he said, "Standing in one certain place, without moving, you can see into every room in our house"...now that's something.  Two bedrooms, a bath, hallway, dining room, living room, kitchen and last but not least...our combo utility, office and bistro.  Every inch is utilized and enjoyed...now that the obstacles have been removed.  Obstacles tend to hamstring us...don't you find that to be true?

"When you take a step of faith, obstacles are removed and doors are opened. Do not stand there wondering if you made the right choice, but keep on moving as your destiny lies ahead"...Dayon Anteko Pitter.

Sometimes obstacles overpower me and faith is hard to come by...talk about Noah, Abraham/Sarah, all the many faithful in The Book...I wonder...am I like that?  Should be...but it's those nagging doubts about the choices...such doubts!

After M's second retirement we were sort of lost as to what our future held.  We wanted and prayed to 'be used'.  Word of caution...pray carefully...very carefully.  Father had big surprises up His sleeves...whoa.  I was rather like Sarah and thought it was a joke...at first.  But jokes don't make you sob your heart out for days...moving to China?  You're kidding God....ha, ha, ha???  Oops...wiped that smile off my smug face 'cause He wasn't laughing...not even a little bit.

Next came one of my many 'wow' moments; I had no idea I was capable of what it took...but I did it...we did it together.  God, Michael and a very serious Vasca.  No idea of where in China we were going; just told them to use us wherever...needn't worry...'they' weren't the ones in charge...HE was and what a number He did on/with us!  You know lots about that, right?   
"When a door closes...look for an open window...but it may take a while to feel the breeze"...unknown.

At times, Michael and I have faced closed doors (some slammed in our faces) but we found & continue finding open windows.  Believe you me, God opens windows whenever & wherever He pleases...no need for doors with Him around.  And oh my, such  a 'fresh and breezy' life.

From my heart...



GET ALONG ~ GET ALONG...

Theodore Roosevelt said, "The most important single ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with people." 

I 'spose moving all my life should have been a giant plus in how to get along in life.  It would have helped if I hadn't been totally shy...I didn't like meeting people.  But, having 'a Michael' in my life changed all that.  Something about him must have rubbed off on me...imagine that.  I think he had 'the formula for success'.  He's always been dedicated to whatever he was/is involved in...100%. 

However...and this is a biggie...we are total opposites in most traits.  He's neat; I'm messy.  He plans ahead; I wait 'til the last minute.  Here's the other side...we're never late...we get things done...and we know how to get along w/people...people of all kinds!

I love Jim Henson and his Muppet's...talk about lovable things! He died young but left a mark on society. He said, "My hope still is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here"...Kermit, Miss Piggy, Sesame Street...I think he did, don't you?

That's my hope...I've been working on it for several years now. It probably began when we moved to Greece (my first flight overseas)...and we lived on the floor about our Greek landlords (Kyriakos and Yolande). Moving on to Germany...we shared a four story home with Herr and Frau Weggermann.

M has worked w/Koreans, Japanese, Turks, Greeks, Dutch, Germans, Vietnamese and Ethiopians. I worked in one room w/three men...a Pakistani, an Indian, a German, plus a militant woman from D.C. and two other American women...aah, variety. 

As the world turned M & I got along...with people. The biggest test came when we packed up/stored everything, left family & friends and moved to China where we lived in the middle of millions of Chinese.

We got along swimmingly, even though we didn't read, write or speak Chinese. Our smiles & nods spoke volumes and they loved us...as we loved them. Why else would we have eaten such delicacies as dog, monkey, camel, jellyfish and only God knows what else?  Ignorance is bliss...you betcha'.

Our four sons missed out on the Chinese food tasting...that came after they were on their own; however, some of the other moves honed their people skills. M and I are greatly pleased with their abilities (from their earliest years) to 'get along' with people of all ages, babies to the oldest of us.

Here's a last quote for this post...from Beverly De Angelis. "No matter what age you are, or what your circumstances might be, you are special and you still have something unique to offer.  Your life, because of who you are, has meaning."

There you have it...I am special, I am unique, so are you...and it doesn't matter that Michael is older than dirt and I am dirt. We mean something; we have something to offer and those somethings are about representing God and getting along with people.
Time to pony up; how's your 'get along'?  I'm gallopin' right along...Hi-Ho Vasca!

From my heart...

DIRECT HIT.

                  

Early in life, I learned about 'the pain index'.  Having a leg being used as a pin-cushion at ten and eleven years of age makes for lots and lots of grit.

I doubt if a 'little' pain ever hurt anyone.  Erma Bombeck said, "Being a child at home alone in the summer can be a hazardous occupation.  If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.."  Oh boy...that's for sure.

"Where does it hurt?" is often asked...your mom wants to know!  "Where does it hurt?" asks the doctor...where, where, where???  Not quite so difficult when one can see it...it's those inner pains that are difficult, if not impossible to see and treat.

                                                                                                                             Michael Michael tells me of a commercial he's seen that's relevant to the paragraph above.  It shows people of various ethnic backgrounds being examined by a physician.  The doctor says "Let's have a look-see"...okay, let's.  But wait...instead of the physician, there's a sonogram-like snoop that does the looking...wow!  Modern technology strikes again.

                                                                                                                             

Hurting someone who truly cares about me can leave a hole in their heart that only love will heal.  My loved ones know that...I hurt them.  I punched holes...but love patches work.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

My sweet dad and my most lovable youngest brother were born w/heart defects...those holes were mendable due to awesome medical advances...did you know hearts leaked?

                                                                                                                                  

Aah, I had a different type of leak...one I care deeply for made a hole but that same one loved me enough to also heal it...another successful patch job.    

                                                                                                                                  

Pain index goes up and down...down and back up again and again and again!!!  Cry a little, laugh a lot or is it laugh a little and cry a lot?  To me, it depends on when and how it hits.

                                                                                                                                  

You know...I know... friends, families who are in such pain...leakage of the heart or is it flooding?  I want your pains/my pains to either go away...be eased...or be understood.  Seems less painful if we can understand.

                                                                                                                               

Steve Vogl gave us another direct hit last Sunday morning.  He's been talking about Peter 'walking on the water'.  He used this phrase "Help In Time Of Need"...I won't forget that...it's the love patch that holds forever.  That's God's promise to you and me...never, ever doubt it...focus on Him and like Christ said, "Don't be afraid, just believe".

                                                                                                                                  

Last night I was sound asleep and having another weird dream.  Here's the conclusion:

Michael walked in to save me from certain destruction...so handsome .in his white dress uniform.  He put one foot on the rung of a stool....took off his cap, smiled as he leaned toward me and in his most loving voice said "Hello, little girl". 

                                                                                                                                      

I woke up and wondered what jolted me from my dream.  Aah,  suddenly I knew...oh yes, I knew.  I heard and felt God knocking on my heart...it was a direct hit.  Out of bed and here's the hit...this love patch is all yours.

From my heart...