Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate

My grandpa just passed away, so my heart cries “Life is Delicate“.

*I love you, Grandpa! I will miss you, but you are now Home for Christmas. What a wonderful blessing for you as you celebrate with our Savior.*

Here is a few pictures of my Grandpa — Howard 1920-2012…

Also with the recent school shooting in Connecticut, we are reminded that life is delicate at any age.

Let us honor and protect life at all stages. Let us remember to take the time to appreciate those around us.

God bless you all.

Delivery by Diana Prusik

Delivery is mainly focused on the Wilson family – past and present – and their close knit group of friends. They run a flower shop which means that they are involved in all the ups and down of their small town of Mount Helicon. Prusik hits a lot of serious and painful issues, like death, guilt, alcoholism, loneliness in marriages, and Alzheimer. The world that is created in this novel is real, but there is Hope!

I had mixed feeling, because there were a few issues I had while reading Delivery but by the end I was pulled in to the story and brought to tears. The story jumped from the present to the past during the first part of the book, and it was a little hard to follow. Maybe I just wasn’t expecting it, because as the book went along I became less confused. Also, the Wilson parents’ first names, Jake and Ida, were used more often than not, even when the story was being told from one of their adult daughter’s point of view. So, it was harder to connect people. I’m assuming the reason why the author did that is because the point of view changes often. The Wilson family members tell most of the story. However, their friends’ point of view is the focus of several chapters though out the book, which includes Marianne the dominated house wife, her daughter Sophie who works at the flower shop, and the newly widowed Eileen. After finishing the book, I see why she wanted to do that, and I enjoyed seeing the different points of view. However, it added to the confusion I experienced as I tried to get in to the book and figure out how was who. I’m glad I finished Delivery, but can’t whole heartily recommend it to others.

I was provided an e-copy of this book from Tyndale in exchange for my honest opinion.

Do I want to restart?

A friend – a young wife and mom – is being buried today. I have been enjoying her blog (and crying often) which she regularly added to after she started it in 2007. What precious memories for her kids to enjoy as they grow up and as they want to remember who she was. So, I’m considering coming back to this blog as a way to share with family & friends. But it will also be a way to share in the future with my kids some of myself now. Any thoughts?

Deal with death again and again…

My grandma (my mom’s mom) is going downhill fast.  That means I will soon have lost 3 grandparents in 3 years.  Please keep my family in your prayers.

I was working on getting song lyrics for my Women’s Connection Group, and God used this song to really speak to my heart.  I wish you could hear it, because it’s simple and yet very beautiful.  However,  I pray that the words will minister to you also. 

Keep Singing  MercyMe (Undone cd)

Another rainy day
I can’t recall having sunshine on my face
All I feel is pain
All I wanna do is walk out of this place
But when I am stuck and I can’t move
When I don’t know what I should do
When I wonder if I’ll ever make it through

I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
Your the one that’s keeping my heart beating
I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
That’s the only way that I’ll find healing

Can I climb up in Your lap
I don’t wanna leave
Jesus, sing over me

I gotta keep singing

Can I climb up in Your lap
I don’t wanna leave
Jesus, sing over me
Oh, You’re everything I need

And I gotta keep singing

I miss my grandma!

Picture by my brother, David

She was a spectacular woman. Determined and full of fire. She’d meet you at the porch door after the long drive into the country, and you knew that, if you were patient and played outside for a while, there’d be a Dr Pepper party coming along soon.

She’d tell you to stand up tall and be proud of your height, and she’d snap at you if you had your hand in your mouth or near your eyes. Germs were for the foolish and lazy.

When the food was ready, she’d ring the dinner bell and cry out in her singular manner. A cry that could also be heard coming down from the bleachers, over everybody and everything else, while you stood on the football field in the middle of the game.

She was proud of her heritage, of her family’s past, but she was even prouder of its future. She made me laugh like no one else. She had feisty one-liners and sometimes they stung.

She’d hold you tight in her hug and start to tickle your sides, but then she’d squeeze your hand and, with a serious look, tell you how much you meant to her and how she was so proud of you, of all her bunch.Her singing voice was direct and unflappable, and she’d take the bass line. She’d volunteer you for anything and have the utmost confidence that you would make it a smashing success.

She liked dogs and cared little for cats. She loved her great-grandchildren. She had no patience for whiners.

She had traveled the world but was more than content to be living in the sparse expanse between Sedan and Amistad. Come summer, she was moving into town.

She’d pat your friends on the behind upon introduction, and you’d expectantly wait for that look of surprise to suddenly appear on their face.

She loved a man fiercely for over fifty years, and they were a balanced pair. She loved him even after he died, and she tried to keep real flowers at his grave, but nothing stays alive in that summer heat.

Her hair was thick, and her eyes sparked. Her faith was strong.

She would always say how lucky she was to be in this family.But we knew we were the lucky ones.

(The above was written by my youngest brother, David.)______________________________________________

I don’t even know if I care to continue this blog.  I just don’t have the time or it’s more like it not a top priority for me!  However, I’m having a hard time this week. 

My grandma died in May.  It was a total shock.  She was strong in body and mind.  Since she was moving to town, I was going to get to see her more.  I was really looking forward to that!  I miss her so much!  I miss her smile, her encouragement, her voice, her hugs, her talks, her drinking coffee with me, her commitment to Christ, her love for me and my little family … 

I’m behind on editing my pictures.  I was working on some from Easter of this year.  I found this in the corner of a picture taken of one of my girls being tickled by an uncle.  Here’s Grandma hugging one of my cousins.  I can’t see her face, but I can feel her hug, and I needed that today. 

So, here’s a hug from my grandma to any of you who need it…

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