GOOD TIDING...

      Even though I can't see mountains in the mid-portion of my location state areas, I've been a Mount Rainier addict since I was a kid.  And, of course, many other mountains, too.  However, it was a wonderful opportunity to take the photo when flying into the Sea-Tac area nearly a dozen years ago.  So, take the photos when driving, when walking, and when flying.  Usually, all the way from Omaha to the Northwest area generally.  Now, b/c of my dementia issue I can't drive out any more to see my sisters, long-time friends and recent blog friends, and my nieces and nephews all out in that area.

      BTW...Serving the Lord in my area, even though I can't drive any more, 

 I worship the Lord, pray for people I hear about,

 and focus on the Lord, day and night, forever and ever.  My husband sometimes drives me around when he has time ... he's a hard worker at churches and piano students to work with ... and tells me to tell him where to go so I can focus on the Lord situations, both historically or presently, 

and pray and worship as often as possible.

 

I hope to be in Heaven in the not-distant-future.

     

EARTH AND HEAVEN, COMFORTING IN JOY!!

      Yes!  Thoroughly truthful!!  I'm focusing on Heaven, singing through the home, moment-by-moment, day-by-day, night-by-night.  BTW, since I was a mountain lover as a kid when born and raised in the NW, I'm still very strongly loving mountains, anytime I'm driving through or flying over. When I'm in heading to Heaven, I hope I can fly over them and see many, and have the birds surround me.   When IN Heaven, I hope I can see many situations around our world... family, friends, birds, dogs, cats, squirrels, deer, cows, fish, and many, many others. 
      Worshiping and focusing on the Lord is all I can do ... forever and ever.  He has healed me [my heart when I was 28, 39, and 42, and other portions of my body when from 5 to 23 years that was being beaten very strongly] and I'm very grateful of and to and for the Lord.

     This, after exactly 6 years when I began December 31, 2009, I might not be able to stay on the blog situation very often.  I'll try, but my dementia is increasing and my other portions of body and brain are a challenge.  Even when I can put MY stuff on through photos, etc., I can hardly read the pieces that others are showing.  Makes me sad.  I've been a reader and a writer since I was about 6 years old.  And an actress when I was 13.  And writing acting pieces to kids and adults in churches and acting sometimes by myself.  Now I haven't been able to do it for about a year when I can't do "The Grinch" since I was 14 and have done it until I was 69. 

 Now I'll shut up!  

Miss so many, love so many, and if I can't do well on here,

 I hope to see when we're all in Heaven. 

 Haven't physically met many of you, but you are in and on my heart.

  And, as I said, NOW I'LL SHUT UP!!

I was early 5 in Vancouver, WA.  And in trouble significantly!

       

 My husband and I were in the NW to see family and friends.  And a photo was taken when we were in the Mount Adams area.  We headed home to Omaha the next day and about a week later,

 I became 70.     BTW, in about 1-1/2 weeks, I'll be 70-1/2.

HE CAN DO IT ALL!! I'M A GRATEFUL COOKIE!

I RELY UPON MY LORD, OUR FOREVER GOD,

MOMENT-BY-MOMENT,

DAY-BY-DAY!

LOOKING OUT THE LOCAL AREA IN OMAHA

OR THE AREAS IN OTHER PARTS OF OUR NATION

OR OTHER PARTS OF THE WORLD.

WORD-BY-WORD,

EMAIL-BY-EMAIL,

FACE-BY-FACE...

THAT'S ALL WE CAN COUNT ON

FOREVER AND EVER.

BLESS YOU AND YOURS FOREVER

ESPECIALLY WHEN WORSHIPING

AND SHOWING THOROUGH ENJOYMENT

AS THE LORD HAS 

MADE THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.

[AND THE OTHER PIECES OF MANY, MANY OTHER 

PLANETS AROUND AND ABOUT THE WHOLE

MILLIONS OF PIECES THAT CAN BE SEEN

THAT OUR HEAVENLY FATHER CREATED.

I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO SEE THEM ALL

AND VISIT OUR MILLIONS AND BILLIONS

OF SPIRITUAL FAMILY AND FRIENDS

FROM THESE LAST THOUSANDS OF YEARS...

OR MILLIONS OF YEARS. 

 GOD IS WHAT I CAN COUNT ON AS I'VE SAID,

 FOREVER AND EVER.] 

BLESSED BE "MY ROCK"

GOOD TIDINGS...

AND ANY TIME I SEE THAT MOUNTAIN,

I ALWAYS AM FILLED WITH REJOICING

AND THANKFULNESS TO THE LORD.

SINGING FOR JOY...

DEEP THOUGHTS

...AND TRYING AND TRYING AND TRYING...

CAUGHT UP IN THE CLOUDS

I LOVE IT HERE, 

BUT

I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO BE THERE AND SEE HIM!

FOREVER!!

HEAVEN AND EARTH

A HUGE BLESSING FOR US, 

HIS CHILDREN,

SMALLER THAN MOUNTAINS,

SMALLER THAN HILLS,

SMALLER THAN SEAS.

AND LOVED AND BLESSED, 

PERSON-TO-PERSON.

I LOVE MY HEAVENLY FATHER, 

MY PRECIOUS LORD,

AND AM FILLED WITH THANKFULNESS. 

 

SEED-PLANTING DAY

 

 

 

 



Yesterday my daughter, her husband and my grandkids went to the Mount St. Helen volcano area.  The kids saw much, were greatly touched and impressed.

When I was there years ago, what touched ME was the way the flowers came up after many stretches of time since the mountain was destroyed, thousands of feet.  Beauty arose... and truly touched my heart.

Today and yesterday and days before that, while here in the Northwest, the Lord has poured His Seed upon me, my heart to reach out and pour seed onto hearts of others.  Praying with/for people on the streets, in the rest areas, on the rivers.  Simply dropped into my life, momentarily.  I don't know the consequences, but certainly hope we will meet in heaven and truly know each other forever and ever in eternity.

YES, in the photo, the volcano rocks are obvious, the dead pieces of the trees in front of the eyes, and then the glory of the Lord breaking through miraculously.  What else can we ever do?

POINT DEFINANCE PARK STORY

... one of my favorite places in the world. 

 

Every time I drive or walk through that park, as I said, one of my favorite places in the world, I have to laugh at the strange time I spent there when I was about 13 years old.  MANY, many years ago, obviously.

I was 9 years old and in 4th grade when my family changed homes in Tacoma.  In our new neighborhood, I soon met Marilyn and we became friends.  Same age, same grade, same school. As friends, we usually did well; but we sometimes did not. For instance, Marilyn would be very angry at me, and refuse to talk to me, but wouldn't tell me why.  She, going past my house on the way to school, would stop for me.  We'd walk that next few blocks.  She'd walk, but wouldn't talk and wouldn't look at me. No matter what a fuss was, a few days later, even though I usually had no idea what it was about, she would suddenly start smiling and talking, but never told me she was sorry or explained why she'd been upset.  Strange relationship, fair friendship.  We kept moving along until after 9th grade and my family left  Tacoma during the summer when I turned 15.

Like mine, her parents were alcoholics. But big difference:  she was the only of their kids who lived at home; her next sister was about 10 years older.  [I, as most of you know, was the oldest of 6 girls.] Consequently, she could deal with her parents more easily than I could.  

We did some really strange things.  One "funny" one: I had come to spend the night with her, and I climbed in her bedroom window on the side of their house.  Marilyn wanted me there that night, but her dad had not given permission, so I snuck in, and stayed on the floor by the bed.  Her dad popped in a couple times that night -- I'm sure he heard us whispering and snickering [who'd a thunk that?] -- but each time I was so well hidden on the wall-side of the bed on the floor, he didn't see me.  Did I have a good time?  Did I sleep, covered with blankets?  Not much.  BUT we broke his rule and we won.  That's what counted with us.

Even all these years later, though, when I'm driving through Point Defiance, I laugh. This is what happened: 

One morning the summer when we were 13, her dad still asleep from his drunk night, Marilyn went through his pockets and wallet and took his spare cash.  Her reasoning?  He wouldn't think it was stolen; he'd think he'd bought more beer for others at the bar than he had planned.  SO, she took the money and came to my house.  I happened to have the day off from babysitting my 5 sisters.  That summer my parents occasionally hired a lady to watch them, especially now that my youngest sister, Kristan, was less than a year old. The sitter would leave mid-afternoon, so I'd be free until about 3:00.  Believe me, I was a happy kid.

Marilyn came at 9 o'clock that morning and said we should go to Point Defiance on our bikes and she wanted to ride horses there.  I'd never ridden a bike nearly that far, always stuck to the neighborhood area, and I'd never been on a horse.  Point Defiance was about 4 miles away, riding up and down some hilly streets, and, once inside the park, another 1/2 mile or so to the horse area.  And, remember, in those days, folks, bikes weren't filled with all the easiness our present-day ones have.  They had a saddle w/o pads, regular wheels, pedals, and handlebars. Very basic. "Easy Riding" wasn't always easy. But... we did it.  [And, what was a helmet???]

Marilyn and I rode for about an hour to get to Point Defiance.  Then, we rode horses for an hour or two along the paths, through the tree and leafy areas and looking over the Puget Sound.  Then we rode the bikes back home. After reaching the house about 2 o'clock, I was exhausted from those hours of bike-and-horse-riding. We did it a couple times that week, but never again.

Did I have fun?  YES!!!  My first chance to do anything like that, because we were so poor and I had so much household responsibility and little free time.  Did I feel guilty?  YES!!! I KNEW her dad had been robbed.  I KNEW when and how it had been done, and who had done it.  I KNEW I had taken advantage to have the money used on me.

Did Marilyn ever wonder, feel guilty?  I don't know.  She was angry at her parents for their unparenting.  She felt angry that her sister had come out better than she did.

I haven't seen her since I was 20.  Returning to Tacoma for a job when having left Seattle, I connected with her through another former neighborhood friend. Marilyn was planning her marriage. I had a short visit at her apartment.  She seemed pleased with life.

I hope her life has improved as beautifully as mine has.  I hope to see her in heaven.  I can thank her for many things over those several years -- she really did some nice things for me. 

However, as much as I still grin about it at Point Defiance, when seeing the former horse-path area, in heaven it wouldn't be OK for me to thank her for providing excitingly fun horse-riding that week.  No matter how I might want to approach it, it wouldn't be OK, since the "fun" came as the result of stealing money from her dad.

But I DO hope to see her in heaven.  When there, we'd both be much spiritually-oriented happy ladies, forever.  And can walk, bike, and horse-ride for eternity ... however those activities are provided through angels.

ISAIAH 40:8