Love and Marriage … Remembering January 22, 1982

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Ray and I would have been married 35 years today and I’m remembering a wonderful man.

Ray  came on the scene in the midst of my grief at the loss of my first husband and during my battles with Almighty God. I’m fully convinced God sent him to me.

Ray, my bull-in-a-china-closet husband—those of you who knew him understand this, was patient and kind. He understood; he had lost his wife of many years the year before.  He prayed for and with me for five long dark years. He told me after we married God had made it clear to him that we would marry someday. He said he didn’t want to tell me that before because he was fearful it would scare me away!

Love and marriage in older years is different from the falling in love of the young. We’ve had a lot of life experiences and we see differently than we did in our young days. It was the slow steady growing of a deep love that blossomed over time. And eventually we made a loving caring decision to share a life together. It is two people who look at one another in full realization of each others’ personality, including faults, and make the choice to love.

There have been two incredible men in my life, two men who could not have been more different and two completely different lifestyles. Having lived both marriages, the young falling in love one and the mature choosing to love marriage, I want to say both can be wonderful, one is not necessarily better than the other, just different.

Being a writer, I tend to look at my life in chapters and there was a long period of solitude between these two chapters. Not a happy one, but one filled with grief and the struggle to find out who I was without a husband and to find a purpose in life. Lots of wakeful nights filled with tears, hot milk, and candlelight while wrestling with Almighty God over being alone.

Somehow God always makes Himself very clear in my mind. He lets me rant and rave until I am worn out and have no other place to go then He steps in and says, “I’m here. I’m waiting for you. When you settle down, we’ll get on with your life.” He never rushes me. He is a patient, merciful, and generous God who waits for each of us to find our way to Him. And when we do He says, “Welcome, I love you.”

When Ray departed for his heavenly home in 2011, the dark days settled in again, but not the wrestling with God this time. I knew He was with me and would carry me, and He has. Getting old alone is not what I would have chosen, and truthfully I wonder why it has to be, but I no longer question God’s plan. My days were written in God’s book (Psalm 139) before I ever came to be, and while I’d like to know more, it’s probably best I don’t. I’d always be worried about the future and not living in the present. Remember, the present moment is really all we have; yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes.

Day by day, I often close my eyes and remember the many blessings and happiness of the chapters of my life secure in the knowledge that God walks with me every day. So where am I going with this long tale—I’m not really sure except to say that the only one who will be with you every day and every minute of your life is Almighty God. And He never fails you.

For the rest of the story—I’ve been assured the best is yet to be, and I’m excited to see what unfolds each day, and what will be beyond this earthly realm. Life is not over when we leave earth and move to heaven!

I’m not certain how things work in heaven, but I do know that my Bill and my Ray will be waiting for me. There will be a grand reunion with rejoicing, and all will be made right with no more tears or sadness.

And what a day that will be, so until then …

Happy Anniversary to my dear Ray…
Thank you for so many loving years filled with fun and laughter…
Remembering my Ray today …
January 22, 1982, with joy in my heart.

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Christmas Wishes … What is it you really, really want for Christmas?

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Maybe a day with family, maybe to go back 10, 20, 30 or 40 years and enjoy a treasured day …

Maybe to spend Christmas Eve with a loved one who has left this earthly abode for a new residence in heaven …

Maybe to be a little child again … and feel the excitement and anticipation of Santa Claus coming to bring presents … Remember how exciting it was to slip out of a cozy bed and Christmas morning and race to see if Santa brought the desires of our heart? A little doll, a new book, a stocking filled with apples and oranges and candy canes … oh, the desires of our hearts were so simple then.

And now today, when so many blessed Christmas Eves have come and gone, Santa’s red suit has made a subtle change, He now wears a little blanket and lies in a manager filled with straw and His name is Jesus, the Christ child.

He came as a little baby, not to scare us but to woo us, to invite us, to plead with us to believe in Him, and to accept the greatest gift of all time, the gift of Almighty God through His Son Jesus Christ.

We often pass the year without seeing Him, we become accustomed to doing it all ourselves, to thinking this world is all there is. We tend to put ourselves on the throne and let the childlike awe of what Christmas really is slip away to some seldom opened memory that gets stored in the back of our minds.

Every year we open that memory a little, but that’s not enough, we need to pause and be still. Make that cup of tea or hot chocolate or hot spicy cider and curl up in your cozy chair and read the Christmas story (Luke 2) one more time. Give yourself the gift of being still, the gift of time with the Christ Child, the greatest gift ever given. Read the story of Jesus birth and think about it. The stores will still be there, the shopping will get done.

And then ask yourself the question, what is it I really, really want for Christmas?

I want to remember the baby Jesus who was born so long ago, who grew up, and who took my sins into His body and died for me on that fated cross.

I want to remember the greatest gift of all—Jesus paid for all my sins and secured my place with Him in the heavenly realms for all eternity.

What an incredible gift … and all we have to do is believe in Jesus Christ.

So, my dear ones, what is it you really, really want for Christmas?

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Unexpected treasures … My dad showed up for me one more time

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Dallas Power & Light crew and truck.
(My dad: 2nd man from the right)

Life often surprises us with unexpected treasures, my dad showed up for me a few days ago. I was searching through old files trying to find the address of my parents’ home in the Denton county area. I didn’t find it, but what I did find astounded me.

In a ragged, old cardboard box there was a yellowed envelope with my handwriting on the front saying, Daddy gave this to me after Bill died in 1977. I opened it and pulled out two typed pages and looking quickly to the end I saw daddy had signed it Homer. I’m sure I read it then, but I have no memory of it. It was his way of telling me when you fall you get up and do the best you can, of showing me how to keep living, and how to move forward through grief.

Before I share his words, you’ll understand better if you know a little about my dad. Born in 1910, he grew up on a farm where cotton and peanuts were the main crops. When my parents married in the middle of the Great Depression, they moved to Dallas and dad found a job delivering ice to people’s homes, not very exciting, but it paid the bills. His next job was climbing poles and installing or repairing electric lines for Dallas Power & Light Company where he worked for many years until he was struck by lightning, but that’s another story for another time!

He did physical work all his life and took responsibilities seriously. He taught me a great respect for authority, but that too is another story, so I’ll just say that “as long as my feet were under his dinner table” I had to obey his rules. He also taught me that there was nothing a man could do that a woman could not if she put her mind and determination to it—except for lifting very heavy things! I don’t think this was the norm back in the thirties and forties.

Now this was a man who finished high school, but never graced the doors of a college. This was the man who had tears running down his face when I graduated from college. This was a man who was always reading while I was growing up, after all, television wasn’t around then. This was the man who gave me a dictionary for my tenth birthday.

When dad was walking me down the aisle of the church to be married, this hard-working man of few words whispered, “Remember you can always come home.” The first time I called him after I was married and asked for his help on repairing something, he told me to ask my husband, that I was married now. And I said, “But daddy, he doesn’t know how to fix this.” He quietly told me to have my husband call him.

How I wish I had found and read this when I was not buried in grief and could talk to him about it. Now I see a profound thinker, a lover of words, and perhaps even a writer who never had the opportunity to follow his heart. And I never knew … my tears are flowing now.

So, here are the words of my philosopher dad as he once again assumes responsibility for his widowed daughter while she is plowing her way through the paperwork death requires, decisions about keeping or selling their home, keeping or selling their advertising agency and building, in other words, how to move forward when the world falls apart at 42 years old, all decisions no one in the middle of life should ever have to make …

Thoughts
No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his well-being in a great cause.  –Theodore Roosevelt

It is the tragedy of things spiritual that they languish if unorganized and are contaminated by the material needs of this organization. –Will Durant

Always tell yourself: the difference between running a business and ruining a business is I. – Anonymous

By every part of our nature we clasp things above us, one after another, not for the sake of remaining where we take hold, but that we may go higher. –H. W. Beecher

It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations.  –Robert Southey

A purpose is the eternal condition of success. – Theodore T. Munger

Though a little one, the masterword (work) looms large in meaning. It is the open sesame to every mortal, the great equalizer in the world, the true philosophers’ stone which transmutes all the base metal of humanity into gold. –William Osler

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. – William Shakespeare

He who is not liberal with what he has does not deceive himself when he thinks he would be if he had more. – William S. Plumer

We should look to the end in all things. –Homer E. Hayes
(Dad hid one of his own ideas in the middle.)

Life is eating us up. We shall be fables presently. Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence. Ralph Waldo Emerson

We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving … by reflection. –Thomas Jefferson

The beginnings of all things are weak and tender. We must therefore be clear-sighted in the beginnings, for, as in their budding we discern not the danger, so in their full grown we perceive not the remedy. –Michel DeMontaigne

Ambition is an idol on whose wings great minds are carried to extremes, to be sublimely great, or to be nothing. –Shakti Gawain

We are in the world like men playing at tables; the chance is not in our power, but to play it is: and when it is fallen, we must manage it as we can. – Jeremy Taylor, Lord Bishop of Down and Connor

I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any. – Mahatma Gandhi

The fundamental principle of human action … is that men seek to gratify their desires with the least exertion. – Henry George

Is every effort you put forth part of a large life scheme? Does every brick you lay contribute to the building of a structure whose plans you keep constantly in your mind’s eye? …Thank heavens the material for building air castles has not gone up in price! And the man or woman – especially the young man or woman – who has lost the ambition and the energy to build one is in a pitiable state indeed. Consider the end from the beginning. That, it seems to me, sums up the whole thing. – Bertie Charles Forbes

I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve. –Albert Schweitzer

I like men who have a future and women who have a past. –Oscar Wilde

But by the grace of God I am what I am. –1 Corinthians 15:10

Daddy merely signed it:  Homer.

I have a multitude of questions — where did my dad learn these? There was never extra money for books so did he secretly spend time at the library reading or did he learn these from the newspaper of which he was an avid reader. Could he have remembered these from high school? Did he have all these memorized or did he have a photographic memory?

I look back to childhood and I see clues in the way I grew up, I see in each of the quotes how dad lived his life and how he taught me.

daddy-1939-dpl-2I hear him saying — we all fall sometime or another, but it’s all about getting up and what you do when you get up.

I am astounded he showed up for me right now, I needed his counsel. I’m grateful for an incredible dad, and I’m grateful for the reminder it isn’t all up to me, it is only by the grace of God.

Thank you, Dad, Homer E. Hayes

 

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In the blink of an eye … everything can change forever

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In light of what is happening in our country today, my mind has run rampant again, you know this nit-picky mind of mine, and I need to remember a gentler time in America.

I remember when no one locked doors, when we didn’t have to check the back seat of our cars before we get in, when anger wasn’t the norm, and when the media reported the truth not their personal viewpoints. I remember when cars didn’t get a dent at 5 mph, and when we didn’t hear about murders every day.

I remember when people talked without yelling, when we walked and visited with neighbors in the evenings after dinner, when we made ice cream in a crank freezer and argued over who got to lick the dasher. I remember the 4th of July with hot dogs, lemonade, and watermelon, foot races and tag, and maybe a couple of sparklers! Simpler times!

I remember when television made us laugh with the crazy antics of I Love Lucy and the Carol Burnet Show, and yes, they were silly and they didn’t make a statement, but laughter is healing and healthy. I remember when the television went to a test pattern at midnight, and when people read books—not IPads, cell phones, Kindles, and other electronics reading devices.

I remember when the Ten Commandments were posted in the school rooms, when compassion and good sense triumphed over political correctness, and when honor and integrity were the norm.

It seems like it all disappeared in the blink of an eye … It seems that each day I see more fractures in the constitutional structure of America, and I wonder if it will ever be the same again.

Alexander Fraser Tytler, Lord Woodhouselee of Scotland, said in 1854 that “A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average age of the world’s greatest civilizations has been 200 years. These nations have progressed through this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith; from spiritual faith to great courage; from courage to liberty; from liberty to abundance; from abundance to selfishness; from selfishness to apathy; from apathy to dependence; from dependence back into bondage.”

Ronald Reagan quoted Tytler admonishing the people of America with these words in a speech he gave one hundred years later on March 5, 1964. And we failed to hear.

History always repeats its self and it’s easy to see that the United States has fallen into a state of entitlement that we deserve everything when in reality what we have is the result of sacrifice on the part of many people who paid dearly for the American way of life. We have pushed our core values away and are now pushing past apathy into dependence on what Big Brother can do for us.

My heart cries for my children, grandchildren, and great-grand children who may never know the freedoms I enjoyed during my lifetime, the joy of learning to take care of myself, the joy of earning my own way, and the joy of accomplishment. America has been the heartbeat of the world, the country where everyone wanted to live because they had the opportunity to build a better future. However, that has changed—entitlement and dependence on the government is leading directly into the bondage of socialism and communism where ambition and opportunity dies. Historically, most nations that have fallen were not caused by invasion but of moral decay from within.

I wish we could have a David in the White House, one who is not afraid to face the enemy, one who will face the giants and stand up for the Constitution of America, one who has the ability to identify the giants and the courage to face them, one who really believes in the principles America was founded upon, and one who has the integrity to uphold the laws, one who does not promote himself to the detriment of the people, one who will not give America away for self-glorification, one who will champion America in an honorable manner, and one who will support and defend Israel, and one who will allow prayer in the name of Jesus Christ.

Sadly, there’s no David on the horizon, sigh, and we can’t go back to the gentler times in America, sigh, we have to lock our doors and be vigilant when we walk through parking lots, our cars will still get dented at 5 mph, and the media will continue to exaggerate, rephrase, and repeat itself ad nauseam. And very few people will make homemade ice cream in a crank freezer anymore, sigh, it was so delicious on a hot day in the park! Simpler times indeed!

I can keep sighing but it doesn’t help, the only direction any of us can go is forward. The adrenaline surge of fight or flight must come to an end and the time to choose is almost here. I have chosen my path—have you?

Once again I had to remember Almighty God is in control and He holds the future of our country in His hands so I have prayerfully made a decision. I have found that 1 Peter is a book of hope for our world today — Peter says we are all pilgrims living in this world but our hope is in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, and I will add, not in the president! I’m grateful for this hope, it’s an anchor for my soul, it’s firm and secure. (Hebrews 6:19)

And on this I stand.

Here’s my challenge to each of you—commit yourself to pray earnestly and daily for your choice and for the soul of America, for Almighty God to work in and through whoever is elected president, and for God’s will to be done.

Almighty God is my anchor … and the anchor holds!

             The question is … Will yours?

 

Picture credit:  Taken in Phoenix, Arizona — Peyton and Lucy, two of my five great-grandchildren.
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Just sayin’ …Where in the world did it all go?

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Many of us who’ve watched the political scene in America for decades are wondering what happened to honesty and integrity. We can remember when a man’s word was his bond. We remember when truth was significant. We remember when dignity was a virtue.

My first introduction to the political world was in 1956. I started working at a legal firm which was the home office of President Harry S. Truman in Independence, Missouri. It was an entirely new world for this naive Texas girl on her first trip out of the Lone Star State. It was a world in which I had no way to relate, a world of intrigue and mysterious meetings, of power-hungry men, known as the Kansas City political machine, who blew in and out like tornados creating all kinds of confusion and demanding their own agendas and preferential treatment.

Most of the time I existed in a baffled state of mind, but it was an eye-opening experience and I learned that anything to do with politics is never what it appears to be. I learned that behind every political figure is a shadowy figure pulling the “strings.” I learned that promises made in the heat of a campaign are basically only rhetoric and for the most part mean nothing.

As time passed I came to have a deep respect for President Truman, he was a man who stood by his principles in the face of great opposition. He believed in America and that people are basically good. He believed in the Constitution of the United States and considered it his job to uphold and preserve it. During the time period I knew him, I never saw him shift blame to another person or blame another for what happened. I learned the measure of a man is what he does when no one is looking.

Many of you might remember the plaque that stood on his desk in the oval office in the White House. It also adorned his desk in Independence during the time I knew him. The plaque merely said “The buck stops here.” It served him as a reminder that no matter what happened, or who was at fault, the man in charge was ultimately responsible. He never played the blame game.

And now, during this election year I am wondering,
What happened to truth and integrity?
What happened to right and wrong?
What happened to respect and consideration for one another?
Where did accepting responsibility for actions go?

I am heartily sick of the backbiting and sarcasm and nasty comments from all candidates. I am disappointed in the half-truths and exaggerations that undermine all credibility and exhaust the voters. I am saddened for the future of my grandchildren and great-grandchildren who see no honor in our public figures. I am saddened for my many friends, regardless of political leanings, who have been put down or devalued for their opinions. This freedom of speech is a basic liberty protected by the First Amendment in the Bill of Rights of the Constitution of the United States.

I thirst for a candidate who would offer truth and hope instead of political warfare, one who would speak to us as rational adults rather than simpletons whose votes can be bought with tongues less than honest. We’ve still got two months to get through—sigh—and I doubt that things will get any better.

When we go to the polls in November, we will be faced with electing a person for the highest office in our country whom more than half the nation distrusts. And the candidates have done this to themselves by dirty politics, underhanded tactics, and political agendas that value power over public service.

One more thing I learned working for President Truman was that public figures—politicians—must answer to an authority bigger than the presidency. President Truman often said that an elected man has two bosses, the Almighty God and the American people who elected him. He would end with the statement if he ever forgot that he would become totally useless to the nation.

Baffled again? You bet I am. As I seek to find peace of mind midst the turmoil, I remember many elections during my lifetime. There have been people who didn’t think they could live with the outcome and that they would have to move to another country. Did they? No, life went on pretty much the same way it always had.

Presidents come and go, but our families and friends do not. They are here to stay and our lives will continue pretty much the same, no matter who is elected. We live our lives in a much simpler way than politicians do, we hold on to what is good and true.

The bottom line is that most of us don’t live in the world of politics, of shadow governments, and hidden agendas. We live with our feet firmly planted on the ground. I am grounded when I remember the most precious thing in this world today is not the election, not the political system, not the government, but my family and friends where trust and integrity still matters.

So what can we do? We make the best choice we can while remembering Almighty God created each of us unique and gave each of us the right to make our own choices. The most important thing we can do is to pray for our family, friends, country, president, congress, and the Supreme Court.

At the end of the day, we must all reach the place where we leave the outcome of this election to a Holy God and just trust Him. After all, He created the world and all in it.

Just sayin’…
Family and friends are what matters…this is where my heart is.

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Who is Joshua Davenport?

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Getting to know the people of
The Davenport Dilemma…

 

Joshua Davenport might be your next door neighbor or the man down the street...
He just might be the man mowing the yard, or walking the dog, or jogging in the rain…
He could be the postman, or the grocery story clerk, or your preacher…
Or even the waiter at your local diner, even the taxicab driver…

But he isn’t …
Josh Davenport is a man with a past—a former G-2 agent.
*G-2 oversees intelligence activities for the US Army, including counterintelligence and security countermeasures. In other words, he’s a spy.

And now, 20 years later, his past becomes his present …
US Army Intelligence calls G-2 agent Josh Davenport back to active duty,
but with a twist …

No one, I repeat, no one can know, not even his wife.
He goes undercover, as an outrider, a man without backup, a troubleshooter, a man all alone whose job is to be invisible …
*An outrider, a NOC—a non-official covert operative, is one who goes ahead, clears the way, and operates alone; a man trained at the Farm to psychologically assess people and to kill with a variety of weapons—or none at all.

He’s definitely not your average next-door neighbor …
And he really doesn’t like empty houses …

So who is Joshua Davenport?
A man who loves his wife and daughters …
A man who loves America and what it stands for …
A man called on to make impossible choices …
A man who has learned things he never wanted to …

He’s a man with a dilemma …
He’s caught in the middle of a power play to take over America;
a man who is trying to hold on to his humanity.

He’s a man who thought he would be able to return home someday …
But nobody comes back from the dead …

Look around you…
You might meet him living in the house next door, or down the street from you.

He could be mowing the yard, or walking the dog, or jogging in the rain…
He could be the postman, or the grocery story clerk, or your preacher…
Or even the waiter at your local diner, even the taxicab driver…

He could be watching you …

 

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Father’s Day … Sunshine and Scarlet Ribbons

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This day has been filled with celebration of my dad.

Memories have flooded my mind, not the big happenings in life, but the small things that make up life. It’s impossible to remember him without thinking of the many gifts he gave me—no, not touchable gifts, but the intangible ones of love and security and a solid foundation to build my life on.

He taught me small things like reading a map. Dad handed me a map once when we were on a car trip, he showed me where we were and where we were going. Then he said the next time we came to an intersection I had to tell him which way to turn, pretty heady power for a ten-year old little girl. We got lost a few times but we got there. I can still read maps and find my way most anywhere.

1937 Betty at Great grandmothers in Blue Ridge

 

Now my dad could not sing a note on tune, but that never stopped him.

And when he sang You Are My Sunshine to me, I thought it was absolutely perfect. Sunshine was what my dad always called me, not because of my attitude but because of my white hair, and it always made me smile. Another gift my dad gave to me was the constant assurance I could be anything I wanted to be, it didn’t matter whether I was a girl or boy, a very progressive way of thinking back in the 1930s and 40s. He always told me “If someone can do it, you can do it too, you just have to try and keep trying.”

There’s only one tangible gift I remember, daddy gave me a dictionary on my tenth birthday. I read it like a book from A to Z, and I fell in love with words. It’s the small moments, the little ones that seem insignificant at the time that can sometimes loom powerfully in our minds. This little dictionary stood on my desk all my life until my recent move and now I can’t find it. I am assuming it’s still in an unpacked box — but if it got lost, please don’t tell me!

On this Father’s Day, I’m also thinking about when my daughters were little and life was just opening its arms to them. So often during their growing-up years, I wanted to turn the clock back to the time when their dad was still with us, he died way too soon at forty-two years old.

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So many things make up a father—it’s the little things he does that turn him into a real daddy.

I remember him giving our first-born daughter a bottle while I cooked supper and, of course, he was singing to her. As toddlers, Scarlet Ribbons became a favorite song because one time he gave them scarlet ribbons for their hair. I’m not sure they remember, they were very young and he tried so hard to tie a pretty bow but he could never get it quite right. He’d look at me and wink saying Look how beautiful my girls are. After that whenever he’d start singing, they would run to find their ribbons which were usually at the bottom of a toy box or tied around the head of a doll.

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I can never forget the love of my life hanging diapers on the line in freezing January weather.

I’m not sure a lot of dads today have ever seen a clothes line. And of course, my daughters can’t remember that, but it was his way of showing love for his family.

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I remember grabbing my camera when he was trying to rock our second-born daughter to sleep … and sleep just wasn’t going to happen,  she was not at all happy — and guess who crawled up in his lap and joined them …

 

1963 Bill and girls

 

Then there were the horseback rides with our daughters… as well as lots of bucking and hanging on accompanied by loud screams and laughter.

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And building castles in the sand at the beach …

So many things make up a dad —the little things that make up our lives, brighten our days, and fill our lives with joy. It’s not the years, but the love that shines on. These are the things we remember deep in our souls.

1972 Daddy Bill and girls at Texoma

 

 

And one last happy picture memory of two dads; my dad and my daughters’ dad, hiking around Lake Texoma…

I have more quiet moments now than I used to have when life was busy with a house full of family and excitement…moments when I smile and remember these very special snapshots of life.

So, my dear ones, family and friends, please take a moment and think about those special times in your life—and then share a memory or two with me. I’d love to hear from you.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

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There’s something about a tattered and torn flag …

imagesThere’s something about a tattered and torn flag that speaks to me.

It speaks of the many years it has flown over America, of my childhood and standing up every morning in the classroom saying the Pledge of Allegiance. It speaks of times spent on Decoration Day at the cemetery with my parents and putting flowers on the graves. It speaks to me of bomb drills in grade school; of crouching down under our desks in fear. It speaks to me of walking home from school during World War II when I’d anxiously watch the windows of the homes I was passing. My heart would sink each time I saw a gold star had replaced a blue one; that meant the serviceman from that home had been killed in action, and I’d run home to tell my parents. It speaks to me of the grief and tears of my friends who lost fathers, brothers, uncles, and empty chairs at the dinner table.

It speaks to me of patriotism when I see a flag fluttering in the breeze. It speaks of the great heritage of our nation and the battles fought from the Civil War, World War I and II, Korea and Vietnam, to the more recent wars of today. It speaks to me of the more than one million men and women who died to keep it flying and keep America free. It speaks to me of the “home of the brave.”

It speaks to me as Memorial Day begins and we remember and honor all the brave warriors that didn’t come home but also the ones that did return home. It speaks to me of the great cost and tells me we should never ever let the hard-fought-for and cherished freedoms of America disappear.

It was speaking to Harry S. Truman when he said “Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They have earned our undying gratitude. America will never forget their sacrifices.”

It was speaking to Johnny Cash when he wrote the poem, That Ragged Old Flag. …….To read and listen: Google That Ragged Old Flag by Johnny Cash.

Today, that ragged old flag is speaking loudly to me. As it waves proudly in the breeze, it is saying America still stands for freedom. It is our constant reminder of the tremendous price our men and women paid for this liberty. It is speaking to me and to you as we remember the sacrifices, and honor all the valiant men and women who can’t see it flying anymore.

Oh yes, there’s something about the flag that speaks to me— it may be a little ragged, tattered and torn, but where brave men and women live, it will continue to wave and speak of honor and valor and liberty and heroic warriors.      images

Thank you to all the brave ones who have gone ahead, to all that have returned, and to all those who are still fighting, Thank You.                                                                               

Today, July 15, 2016, I would add a Thank You to all the heroic Police officers. those who gave their lives, and those who are still striving to preserve the freedom of the citizens of Dallas, Texas.  

THANK YOU, you will be remembered …

 

 

 

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Chasing the Wind … Seeking solace for my soul

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The past week has been rather like chasing the wind, it’s been an emotional journey. Myriads of memories, events from the past have flooded my mind. My brain seems to work in strange ways, sometimes thoughts come that are not connected to the incident that triggered them. Past memories seemed to call forth others.

I was wrestling with the winds of injustice, injustice to two little children who never grew up, never finished elementary school, never went to high school, never had a first date, and never received a bouquet of flowers. Drama plays a major part in all our lives, perhaps you remember the painting of comedy and tragedy that represents the times of joy and times of grief. Through the decades of my life I’ve wondered and questioned why some lives are filed with those sad grief-encompassed times while other people skirt around the edges experiencing very little trauma and loss.

It’s for your own good, there’s a reason, you’ll get over it, God will use it for good, and time cures all are some of the many comments I’ve heard through the years. Many, many more have been said by the people who seem to swim gently through life. All are said sincerely and with love by dear people who want to help, but there are just some places deep within us that can’t be consoled. Sometimes the best way to help a person in grief is just to sit quietly, and perhaps remember a good time.

Eventually the rawness of grief settles and becomes a scar on our soul until a circumstance awakens it, and, once again, we have to deal with the traumatic event. After so many years of traveling through this imperfect world, I’ve learned that there are no real answers, that there is really nothing anyone can say to ease the pain of a lost one, that we just have to go through it with God’s help and as much grace as we can find within us, that time will smooth out the rough edges, and allow us to go forward. But the getting there is hard, oh, so hard; it’s where the rubber meets the road.

I will never understand why little children and young people in the prime of their life are taken from us. I will never agree with death. I will never understand why our political system does not always punish the evil and wicked people who destroy life. Ultimately, we have little control of most events that go on around us. And ultimately, we have to make the decision to let go and let the Lord who made the heavens and the earth take care of what we cannot.

What I had to remember again this past week was that Almighty God loved man so much that He gave man free will, the power to choose between right and wrong, evil and good, and that some people choose to go the way of evil. I had to remember that God does not violate the free will He gave to man.

Bottom line is God does not approve of death either. That’s why he sent His Son Jesus Christ to live on earth as a man and to experience everything we as human beings experience, and then to die for each of us. He paid the penalty for our sins when He suffered and died on the cross two thousand years ago. All because He loved us and did not approve of death either.

It seems that the older I get the less I know, but what I do know is that Almighty God, the same God who created the world and formed man from the ground, says He will in His timing make all things right. He says every man will be judged for what he does and says on this earth, and that vengeance belongs to Him. So one more time, I have to leave it with Almighty God and adjust my life accordingly.

The incredible part is that Jesus rose again from the grave after three days, then walked and talked with all the disciples. The grave could not hold Him! Hallelujah! He rose from that grave and Almighty God says that if you believe in His Son Jesus, you will live and see your loved ones again.

So my dear ones, here is my peace and comfort, here is the solace for my soul; I have made the choice to believe in Jesus Christ and I believe I will see my loved ones again. No, I haven’t figured out why some of us have so much loss and others have so little, but I have to let it go—it is only chasing the wind.

So what does matter in this life? For me, it’s God’s promise of eternal life for all who believe in His Son Jesus Christ. It’s the promise of a new home and eternal future with my loved ones.

BUT, it’s also the people who are in our lives today. It matters that we love and cherish those that are still here.

It matters to me.

What matters to you?

 

 

 

 

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Me versus Computers and Keurigs … and the perils thereof!

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It all started when the screen on my computer went black.

Now, you must understand—I don’t have a clue what to do. I came into this tech world in the seventh decade of my life! However, the black screen was something new even for my tech daughter, who understands all the ins and outs of the computer. A neighbor was able to get the computer up and running— Good move!

We thought my security program must have crashed it, this has happened to me before. It’s like someone or something out there knows I don’t know and attacks me quite often. So, my friend took the security off and installed a different one. All was good! I was excited and started researching on my book again. Bad move!

That’s when the malware started, internet froze up, and my computer took on a life of its own and started opening tabs I didn’t and I couldn’t stop it! Pounding on the red X didn’t work. Hitting Alt and Esc did nothing. There were 15 tabs open all doing their own thing. Eventually I got the monster closed. That’s when I decided I would never get on internet again!

But, hey, I’m a modern woman, its 2016 and I can fix this, so I call my long-suffering daughter for the hundred and some-odd time, and say, “Guess what, computer problems again. I’m getting messages that tell me to call a number, lots and lots of messages.”

“Don’t call that,” she says sternly, “Close down the computer; do not get back on internet.”

Okay, I say, however, she is on her way to Houston for a week and I’m stuck. I’m in the mood and have the time to work on my book, but there are subjects I need to research. Now what? Deciding to ignore the research, I hauled out the heavy dictionary and opened documents and started writing. That worked fine until … I forgot and clicked on the browser. Bad, bad move!

The computer came to life again and opened many, many tabs, all telling me to call this number. I know better now and I eventually get the fiend closed down. Now this is where I learned a very important lesson. I learned if the site says https, malware can’t get to you! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m happy to announce my website at bettykerssgroezinger.com is a safe site! I was able to open my own web page and post a new blog! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

Well, the week passed, my daughter came home, and worked on my computer! Here’s what we found out. The tech at Office Depot said that Windows 10 has not yet conquered a blackout problem, but it usually happens to people who have upgraded. Well, wouldn’t you just know—it found me! I didn’t upgrade, I got a new computer with Windows 10 already installed! UGH! We now know it wasn’t the original security that caused the problem, plus we know the new security we installed isn’t powerful enough to prevent malware from attacking.

So here we go again—we took the new security off, re-installed the original one, and it got rid of the malware horrors along with a Trojan virus that had invaded my territory. I’m now back in business—until the next time the screen goes black!

Excited my life was back to normal and I could do my law work, I stumbled into the kitchen at 7:00 yesterday morning, popped a Colombian coffee pod into my Keurig coffee maker, pressed start, and it filled my cup half way with funny-colored water. The readout tells me the coffee machine needs “maintenance.” Now, this machine is just a month old, and I don’t think too well without my first cup of coffee. My old machine has been sent to the land where old coffee makers go so I boil water and make a cup of instant decaf, that’s all I could find with my eyes half open.

Pulling out the instruction book on the coffee machine, I read what I needed to do, stumbled back to the kitchen, and tried to pull the pod holder out of the machine so I could wash it, along with a little green thing that I had to fill with water to clean the sharp needle that just stuck a hole in my finger! Ouch!

The thing won’t come out. I take my decaf and the instruction book along with the magnifying glass to my chair at 8:00 and read the tiny print this time. Back I go to try to remove that rubber holder, but it’s stuck and will not come out. I sit back down and look up Keurig cleaning on my cell phone and read what it says. It tells me it’s very simple, now that was extremely maddening so I turned the phone off. It is 9:00 and I have only had decaf, which doesn’t do the job. I have drunk coffee in the mornings since I as ten years old! I need my coffee!

Back to the darn machine again and I tug and pull and nothing gives. I text my granddaughters and ask what to do. I’m told “to use a little muscle!” I tug harder. It doesn’t give. I look at all the pictures again and it shows a small rubber-looking holder that is supposed to pull out. Well, it doesn’t. And who needs coffee anyway.

I sit down again and drink the last of that nasty decaf! Okay, my granddaughter said to use a little muscle. I go back and tug—really, really hard. I felt a slight movement and then I realized that the small pod holder doesn’t come out, the whole apparatus comes out. The instructions did not show that. Out it comes and that rubber holder with it. And, yes, it all comes apart easily now! I clean it and put it back together, pour 30 ounces of water through it like the book said, refill the water container, and put another Colombian pod in it, and press start. Eureka, I have a full cup of glorious coffee. It’s now 11:00 in the morning and I am happy! I can think again.

What have I learned? First of all, I simply do not function before my first cup of coffee, real coffee, not decaf; that I am seriously behind in my law work; and it is definitely a fact I am not tech-oriented. Possibly, just possibly, if the Keurig thing had happened later in the day I would have had a clearer mind and could have figured out that the instruction book and internet pictures didn’t tell the whole story! I read the instruction book again after real coffee and it did not show the whole apparatus had to be removed.

So like Paul Harvey used to say—Stay tuned for the rest of the story—

and here it is …. Remove the entire black rectangle thing!

 Life is rather like that, isn’t it? It’s a continual learning curve! Sometimes we don’t get all the facts. And some of us don’t know what to do when we get the facts, i.e. computers and me! What I do know for sure is that I am so grateful for friends, daughters, and granddaughters who do understand this world I am now trying to function in and are willing to help me!

Thank you one and all!

You each brighten and enlighten my life!

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