Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A fiction novel I read recently, Book of Hours, by Davis Bunn,,focused around an English town, an English manor and the broken lives of the people who lived there. And there were riddles that had to be solved to bring a happy ending to the story.
It reminded me of a practice I had forgotten about. A good practice. And I want to share it with you. In this little town there were seven churches and they all rang their bells every hour, day and night. There were people in the town that wanted the ringing to stop.
One of the main characters gave a talk about why the bells rang in hope of persuading the people to keep the bells. Following are portions of her talk:
"This village has known some very rich times and some very hard times. Nine hundred years ago when William the Conqueror made this his first capital in England, Knightsbridge was one of the wealthiest communities in all the land. Records show that by the end of the following century, work on four of our seven churches had begun . . .
as many of the town were.
"So long ago we don't even know when the practice began, people saw the need for regular prayer. The account I read claimed it started in France almost fourteen hundred years ago, and it told how people from all walks of life began halting every hour to give a short prayer. Only a few brief words, but every hour they took time to turn to God . . .
"But how could they do this? How did they know when to pray, since there were no clocks? The answer is, they rang the church bells. Seven churches planted so that their bells could be heard everywhere in the region. And each time they rang, people stopped what they were doing and said a prayer, one that lasted no longer than it took to ring the hour. Those who could read carried a miniature text called the "Book of Hours." In it were prayers and short poems, brief words to inspire and direct . . .
"Save our heritage. Remind us of our needs, however dated they might seem at the moment. Let the bells of Knightsbridge ring for centuries to come."
I say that is a pretty strong message for the 21st century! How long has it been since you've heard the bells toll and talked with God? It certainly would be a welcome reminder in this day and age to call out to God.
I drafted this post before I went to Vermont. One early morning recently the grandfather clock in the living room began it's chimes for the top of the hour. The light came on in my mind! "When I hear the clock chime, turn my mind towards God!" I wish I could say it's been a great reminder, but I'm so use to hearing the clock chime that I don't always "hear" it. It will take some time before a routine will set in, but my heart's desire remains firm. I want to "turn my heart towards God" frequently throughout my day.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
"Yes! Set free, as so beautifully drawn by my friend, Karla Dornacher."
October 14 was an anniversary date for me. Three complete years of retirement. I was "set free" from full-time work outside the home. What have I learned? I'm still trying to slow down.
The discipline of jumping up and running first thing in the morning is hard to break. Oh, I'll always be a morning person, but I don't have to start quite as early. I've been trying to wait until 6:30 to get started. That's a whole half hour longer friends!
Now it doesn't help that the pups are wide awake and playing at 5 a.m. During the summer I would sit outside with them for a spell so Jerry and Mom wouldn't be disturbed. The early morning is quite chilly now--no sitting outside. But thankfully, they do quiet down after they eat at 5:45, and I can read.
So today is the first day of my 4th year of being retired. I'm thankful circumstances were such that I could retire after 42 years of working full-time. Do I miss work? No. As my friend, Roy, use to say: "That's why they call it work."
I learned a lot. Experienced a lot. Was exposed to many things over those 42 years. That season of my life is over.
I may have given up some things, but I haven't lost the best thing--the work God has given me to do for Him. That wasn't lost or ended. Now I have more time to do that and other deeds of service I couldn't do before.
Happy anniversary, Carol! The best days are before me. Now that encourages me!
Finally, after waiting all summer, two fawn were up with their Mom last Sunday morning. The second week of August has always been the latest we've had fawns come up, normally seeing them the end of July. I thought I wouldn't see any this year. Our neighbor, below us, told us they'd seen two in their yard in July. I was so thrilled to see them! Better late than never!
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
"'Tain't worthwhile to wear a day all out before it comes." Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)
I'm studying "Slaying the Giants in Your Life" in my Sunday School quarterly this quarter. Written by David Jeremiah, he teaches on those awful things such as worry, discouragement, quilt, etc. In Session 3 the subject is about worry, and I enjoyed reading the way the author discussed how illogical worry is. And he did it by talking about a lily . . .
"Have you walked through a beautiful garden in the springtime? It's very difficult to be weighed down by the cares of the world when you're surrounded by the majesty of God's beautiful art. Solomon was a glorious king, Jesus tells us, with the wealth of several kingdoms at his disposal. But all of his sparkling finery pales in comparison to the simplest lily that God placed beside your feet .
"And how many office hours have those lilies put in? Have you ever seen a lily suffering through an anxiety attack? They neither toil nor spin. They simply sway in the breeze (I like that), reaching heavenward toward the source of their water and sunshine and sustenance. They do neither more nor less than they were designed to do, and what they were designed to do is to glorify God. Would that you and I could glorify God with the simple eloquence of that little flower.
"Yet the great point is that God values you so much more than a lily. The lily is merely something He created for your pleasure, for you're the one that bears His image. And if He cares for each petal or stem that blooms and fades within a season, how much more does He care for you? How much more does He take to heart the things that cause your anxiety?
"He took the answer to that question and displayed it on a cross two thousand years ago. He'd never suffer and die for the same children He planned to neglect. That's why worry is illogical."
Yes, the finery of a lily. The beauty of a garden. The sweetness of a meadow. He gave us all of this to bring us pleasure. He most certainly can handle our little worries.
"One is given strength to bear what happens to one, but not the one hundred and one different things that might happen." C. S. Lewis (1898-1963)
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Vermont is a beautiful state--especially if you like mountains, and I do! My adventure is now over and what a trip I had! God kept me safe, accident free, and this 65 year old girl went exploring on the back roads!
I made the drive in one day and explored for two full days. The weather couldn't have been better.
My lodging was in the home of Norman Rockwell which is now a B&B called "Inn on Covered Bridge Green." I was able to go inside his study, behind the house, where he painted his scenes of life. I was in the ground floor room on the left with a private entrance. I splurged, and I'm so glad I did!
The white church and covered bridge sit just below his house, and I love the top snap I took early the first morning. The fog was still resting on the trees. I also like the pictures below of how it looked years ago and today. I was standing just outside of the covered bridge facing the house.
My hostess, Julia, said a movie is being made of Rockwell's life and will be filmed there this winter. Photographers were coming in this week to film fall scenery.
The town of Bennington, where I came in to Vermont, is a good welcoming town. I found these moose (above) at the Welcome Center, and the two chocolate moose, Benny and Molly, below in a local chocolate shop!
While snapping the scene below, a man driving by, stopped and asked if my car was a rental car from Maryland or if I was from Maryland. Turns out he lived in Ellicott City, and after visiting Vermont two years ago, he and his wife moved up there. This happened twice. Another man stopped and asked the same question when I was snapping pictures another place. He was from Odenton and misses the Jimmie Cone stores. I bragged that there was one five minutes from my home!
Of course, I visited Weston, home of the Vermont Country Store. I've been buying from them through their catalogs for years. It felt like being home in familiar surroundings.
Just above Weston I visited Ludlow and their Sugar Shack. They give tours on how they make maple syrup. I picked up a few containers to enjoy. A sugar shack in Arlington, the town I stayed in, had a museum of Norman Rockwell's work.
Arlington is also home to the Robert Frost museum, and I stopped by one afternoon. I picked up the children's book illustrating his famous poem "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening." It is beautifully illustrated and this child wanted it!
I loved the roads that curved around like the one below. I could drive on those kind of roads all day long!
Of course, I visited a number of covered bridges, some in poor condition and others quite lovely. At one near the town of Brattleboro, when I got to the end of the bridge I saw a mirror completely opposite of me and there I was in my car! It gave me a chuckle so I had to snap a picture of it!
Grafton is said to be one of ten most loveliest towns in America, and it was indeed charming. I drove 9 miles on a dirt road to get there. :) I brought home this little green enamel pot, which was being used as a decoration in the general store. The proprietor let me have it for $5. It's seen better days, but it was quite a bit cheaper than the sculptures and quilts that were selling in the thousands.
I enjoyed a hearty laugh when I bought gas at the station in Grafton. The pump machine was an old model, with the credit card machine on the end. The manager assured me that everyone has trouble figuring out how to operate it. It sure asked a lot of questions and finding the right buttons to push was frustrating. But he was friendly and helpful, and I got my gas.
I also visited a local farm and found week old piggies! Isn't he cute!
My two days were packed full, and I was ready to return home. I arrived home to two very big, happy puppies, and a happy husband. They presented me with this lovely bouquet of flowers and a quart of chocolate hagen daz ice cream! Jerry said the first morning after I left he woke up to a puppy sleeping on both sides of him and he felt like a squashed sausage! They're getting close to 70 pounds now. I do believe they got along just fine.
My desire to visit Vermont was well satisfied with this visit. I'm sure over the course of a few weeks you'll see pictures showing up in future posts from my trip.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
But then I met Jerry, and I planned a wedding -- not go on a trip to Vermont. I've never lost the desire to visit Vermont. We did make it to Maine in '89, but a trip to Vermont never materialized.
Sometime this year I wrote a list of things I wanted to do before I died. Visiting Vermont was one of my desires.
I was scheduled to take a few nights away this fall. Jerry went away in June and we agreed I'd go away in the fall. With Mom living with us, and the pups and Sam to care for, it was easier to take separate time away.
During the summer I thought about Lancaster, Hershey and Ohio of possible places to visit. I enjoy those areas greatly. That is until two weeks ago when the three of us were returning home from lunch in Emmitsburg.
"Go to Vermont," was spoken in my head. "Go to Vermont?" I thought. Where did that come from? I hadn't been thinking about Vermont at all. But the rest of the afternoon I pondered the possibility and that evening, when I told Jerry, he said ok.
I'm driving. Alone. I'll have my Booth Brother's CD, as well as Steve Green and John Starnes, and a few others to keep me company on the 9 to 10 hour drive.
Mom and Sam will get a vacation too, staying with friends for the week. Jerry will care for the pups and eat ribs from the Amish market. He's still not completely well from the pain in his back, so we're hoping he'll be feeling much better by the time I leave.
Another dream comes true this year of my 65th birthday. Two puppies in February; a new car and gaining health insurance in March, and a new camera this month (before I ever knew I'd be visiting the beautiful place of my dreams).
There won't be a new blog post next week because I'll be driving the back roads of Vermont, admiring mountains, lakes, covered bridges and wild life. Route 100 is one of the most scenic routes in America, says Reader's Digest.
Say a prayer for me as God brings me to mind. I've driven long distances before -- 35 to 40 years ago. But as my friend, Jackie, recently wrote to me: "I'm absolutely thrilled about your upcoming trip . . . and proud of you for pursuing a dream and having the courage to step out on your own and follow your heart."
Psalm 37:4 says: "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Thank you, Father!"
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
"The days are hard, and your spirit is low, but there is a hope in your soul that never diminishes, and has the power to lift your spirit and comfort your heart. I know you have this incredible hope inside of you."
Those words are one of the thoughts God gave me to encourage others in my note writing. Hope. That four letter word that will inspire, comfort, cheer, strengthen and encourage. And all those who know Christ as Lord and Savior have it.
One of it's definitions is to believe or trust. But when times are hard, it's easy to overlook the power hope can bring to our life.
In Charles Spurgeon's February 25th devotion in "Look Unto Me." he wrote these words as he commented on the Scripture verse "My hope comes from Him." Psalm 62:5: "What a privilege for a believer to be able to say these words . . . if he looks to God to supply his needs . . . he may continually make withdrawals from the riches of God's loving-kindness."
A believer's hope is powerful and permanent. I like the hymn, "My Faith Looks Up to Thee." The third verse says: "While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside." Ray Palmer, 1808-1887
Friends, I know you have this incredible hope inside you. Turn to it always for it never diminishes. If you can't claim these words, I urge you to turn to the one who provides this hope, Jesus.
I write these words because I know they are true. I know they refresh, encourage and comfort, and direct your thoughts to the One who never fails us. Draw up your hope! It never wavers. It never fails.
"Hope the balm and life blood of the soul." John Armstrong, 1709-1779
"The word hope I take for faith; and indeed hope is nothing else but the constancy of faith." John Calvin, 1509-1564