Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Signing Off


I want to take time to thank all of my blogging friends.
You have inspired and motivated me.
I have loved reading your journals,
the challenges, the victories, and the celebrations.
I have seen many common threads being woven together.

Many times I spend more time Thinking rather than Doing.
So with that, I will be closing my chapter on blogging.
I will continue visiting your blogs with enthusiasm.

I leave you with this bouquet of flowers
thanking you for sharing life with me.

So long,

Marg

Sunday, August 24, 2008

How Great Thou Art

Friday morning, August 22, snow flurries capped our Mountain tops.
That is most unusual. Usually the first snowfall arrives in September.
It was just less than two weeks that I climbed those peaks.

These are the only words from the song below,
that could express my journey
as I passed through the full bloom alpine meadows last week.
All these pictures are true to the heart.
How can man say "There is no God?"

How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.




Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.



When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!


I'm hoping that you can all enjoy the simples pleasures in life.
The pleasures that come from God and
are created in our hearts
to worship him alone.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Sew What?

What else can you do on a rainy day?
Yesterday, my daughter and I took our
annual shopping trip just in time for the new school year.

We started out with a Booster Drink and Panini Bread.
When our stomachs are full, shopping is good.
But while we were eating our lunch,
we discussed where we would go and what we wanted...

She wanted to go to the "Teachers Store"


And I wanted to check out some sewing machines.

"You what?"

"I want to check out some new sewing machines."

""That's interesting, she says.
"You are going to sew?
Then you can help me with my project...
You can sew 25 book bags for my grade three class."

Off we went.
Walked into the store and told the sales clerk exactly what we wanted.
"Oh," she says.
"You want an introductory beginner machine?"

"Yes, and with an introductory price."

My daughter and I looked at each other, smiled and she said,
"Buy it Mom."

The proud owner of my first sewing machine.

So for some of you, you'll find this surprising and shocking..
But my new project will be sewing up book bags.
Now, I just need the pattern and fabric.
I know where I'll be going for help.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

One Step at a Time!

Remember last Monday, I told you I was going to the top?
Some of you might be wondering whether we ever made it?
Friends from Alberta and Ontario joined us for this day.
Eight of us jumped into the old 4x4 farm pickup.
That's what you need to maneuver this terrain for 1 hour.
Some of us were nestled in the back with cushions, foams, bodies and dogs.

The driver is a young farmer's daughter who has the experience
of driving up this steep terrain and knows exactly how to handle all those
steep washouts in the rough gravel road.
You can tell she's done this before.

It was us adults who had anxious moments.

Can you see the top way out in the distance?
I think someone needs some first aid already.

We all know the distance and the destination.
Some are beginners, others are veterans.
I think I'm in my twilight years.

I have travelled this road many times with my family.
But never have I ever seen such beautiful alpine meadows.
We usually trek in late September when the black flies are gone.
But this time, there were no black flies and the scenery was
beyond my greatest dreams.
I visited the Alps back in Europe in May,
but this was far superior than any Alps I've ever seen.


Stopping to take a breath taking view from where we have come.
We know what lies ahead.

Some decide to stay back....

"Will we ever get there, Suz?"
It's beginning to look hopeless.
Two university buddies taking their parents on adventures.

"One Step at a Time," I tell myself.
This is a 9km hike, and it's beginning to look rugged and steep.
There are sheer drops near the top.
"Take care up there!"
I think my photographer knows more about taking pictures
that illustrate the depth and nature of this hike.
Cheam is 9.5 KM round trip,
High point is 2112 m (6929 ft)
Elevation gain 665 m (2175 ft).


Aha, it's cloudy on top.
There's a mist.
It's cold.
And it's steep.
It's eerie.


But for 30 seconds, the sky breaks and we can spot the top.
Who can race to the top and get their picture taken in the clear sky?
Not one of us...

Sitting at the top!
I think there's a bit of blue sky.

Another Olympic Star

Sadly to say, this mountain must of taken one young man's life.
Nature's forces can leave us tragically wounded.
We send out prayers for the family.
It's very quiet.

We started heading down again and what do we see?
The mountain that was shrouded in clouds
can now be seen in the distance.

Yea Team!
You are all Olympic Heroes from Canada.

Oh, I forgot one more Hero!

He is always outstanding in his field!
When we got home that man of mine
prepared a feast for all of us!

Monday, August 18, 2008

The Top!


Remember last week Monday I said,
I was hoping the sky would clear?

I made it to the top of Mt Cheam!
Cheam is 9.5 KM round trip,
High point is 2112 m (6929 ft)
Elevation gain 665 m (2175 ft)

Some may win medals at Beijing,
but I'm happy just playing in the mountains.

Over the next few days watch for posts
sharing this adventure.


Of course, not without the help of my
Qualified Assistants.

More on my adventure tomorrow.
I'm off to check things out at the hospital.

Improving with Age Like Fine Wine

Marathon runners, like fine wines,
usually improve with age and
Romania's new Olympic champion
Constantina Tomescu has proved the point.

The 38-year-old became the oldest Olympic women's marathon winner
by eight years and believes her age worked to her advantage.


American, Dara Torres again proved age (41)
is no obstacle in the Olympic pool,
winning a silver medal in the 50-meter freestyle.

Doesn't this inspire you?
I love watching the Olympics and learning more about their stories.

Thanks Judy, for your extra info on Carol Huyhn's life.
Her parents were Vietnamese boat people,
who arrived on British Columbia's shores in the seventies...
and were sponsored by the United church of Hazelton.
She grew up learning the value of hard work. Great story!

So, as you can see we have some Olympic stars,
but let me share with you another star.

This young girl is one powerful marathon runner.
She is the mother of both of my grandchildren.
She is my daughter-in-law.
She is inspirational!
She is an achiever!
She is motivated!
She inspires me!

She is currently training for the Victoria Marathon in October.

While she is training, she often asks me to join her
in her slow days, either walking or cycling.
This weekend it was cycling.
I need to work hard to keep up to her.
It's a great time to share about life.

The weather was hot and muggy.
Somewhere around 34 degrees.

By the time we got home, we were both
hot and sweaty and the invitation to jumping on the
tramp with Levi, intrigued both of us.
I can tell you, that it didn't take much persuasion
to get both of us soaked.

Lora, is enthused about her up-coming marathon and
is quick to announce that the Distance and Destination are the same.
"How long it takes to get their doesn't really matter," she says.
"The rewards and accomplishments are the same."

Not only her passion for running,
but her words inspire me.
Those words are so fitting for life, regardless of our goals.


Saturday, August 16, 2008

Canada's First Gold


Carol Huyhn takes our First Gold!!
Yea Canada!!
We're on a roll!!



Carol Huynh (Canada) sheds tears
during the playing of the Canadian national anthem
after defeating Chiharu Icho (Japan)
to win the gold medal in the Women's Freestyle 48 kg.
Wrestling competition at the Beijing Olympic Games August 16, 2008.

Yea Canada!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Community Shines Again


Way back when I took a bicycle trip through Austria,
through the district of Melk to Krems,
I touched the soil, knowing that this young lad, Francis
would be competing in the next few days.
Click on the world contest,
also the gallery to see photos of Grafenegg,
where they will be ploughing.

No, this is not the BEIJING Olympics.

There will be about 60 competitors from 30 countries.
Each country has to send one with a rollover (reversible) plough,
and must also send a conventional plough.
The actual competition is on Friday and Saturday, Aug 15 and 16.
There is lots of preparation and practice beforehand, and camaraderie.

Last Sunday, Mary, known as Dairymary dropped in for a visit.
She brought her daughter and two grandsons.
Our children had gone to school together for many years.
Many memories and friendships were made during those years.

I said, "Mary, lets jump with our grandkids on the tramp."

And how little did we really know,
if we could still jump and keep our balance.
Here we are, two grandmothers/Oma"s, friends from way back,
jumping on the trampoline and teaching our children
"Ring around the Rosie, pockets full of posies."
"Husha, Husha, We all fall down."
What fun talking about memories..

Best wishes to you Dairymary as you anxiously wait
to hear the news from Francis's resilts at the
World's Ploughing Match held in Austria.

The community is cheering for you.
We know you'll have a medal in your heart.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tragedy in Community


Today my heart's been heavy.

Some of us have been celebrating weddings,
50th wedding anniversaries, births of new babies,
and family reunions.
What better things to do in summer.

It's so easy to blog the pleasant things in life.

But how do we deal with tragedy?
One community member is no longer with us.
Today our Province, BC's Daily paper,
covers the detailed story of this mans life.

This man belonged to the farming community.
I am watching the farmers banning together, asking questions,
"Could we of stopped him?"
How could we of intervened?
The location described in the article is our backyard.
It hits close to home....
to close

He was part of our life.
We employed him for several years and
he was always a happy, cheerful man.
He loved his family and loved life.
But then as you can see from the article,
life made some unfortunate twists in his life.

Today I will drive by the site and place some flowers in memory
of this young man who was loved by many.

Please pray for this family as they go through this difficult time.
This will be a time of many questions for all involved.
The community is grieving,
Farmers are grieving,
Families are grieving.

But what about the other man?
He too, was a family man..
Did he have Faith?
What a dilemma.
Only God knows...

The newspaper gives a gloomy picture.
It doesn't describe his life of faith.
The rainbow picture we're looking for is here.

I know that this man had a faith in God.

I will leave you with the familiar poem,

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed of walking along the shores of different lands.
I could tell that You were with me by the footprints in the sand.
As I gazed upon the heavens, I saw pages of my life.
It was then I realized that You remained there by my side.
When the clouds began to gather and the rains came falling down,
I looked to only find one set of footprints on the ground.
I said, "Lord, why did You leave me in the troubled times of life?
I believed that You would always walk beside me day and night." (Then I heard:)
"My precious child, I'd never leave you.
I have carved you on the hollow of My hand.
It's then I carried you in My arms,
When you see one set of footprints in the sand"
Dear Lord, will You be with me as I travel through the years?
Will You be there in the struggles? Will You wipe away the tears?
As my eyes turn toward the ocean and the shores of distant lands,
I'm still thinking of the single set of footprints in the sand. (I heard Him say:)
"My precious child, I'd never leave you.
I have carved you on the hollow of My hand.
It's then I carried you in My arms,
When you see one set of footprints in the sand."
Will I hear the angels singing, as my life comes to an end.
Oh Lord, I long to see You. Will You be there once again?
My eyes turn toward the heavens, along the path of foreign lands,
Once more, I'm thinking of the set of footprints in the sand. (Jesus said:)
"My precious child, I'd never leave you.
See your name carved on the hollow of My hand.
I'm here to carry you to your home.
You will see one set of footprints in the sand.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Clouds are Lifting.

If you look in the distance,
you'll see the clouds are lifting.

I've been waiting for this day.
I hope the sun breaks through and
we'll have a glorious
view from on top.
I'm always intrigued by those mountains?
I will be taking a hike up there today...
over the rolling ridges winding to the
highest snow-capped peak.
(Mind you the snow is gone)

This is a close-up of Mount Cheam.
I see this view every day.
See you tomorrow.
And I'm off!!!

Monday, August 4, 2008

FIFTY YEARS


We've had a busy weekend celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary.
We've had friends and relatives over for the past few days,
and along with the celebrations, we've all enjoyed catching up.
In a day, when marriages are not highly prioritized,
it's great to celebrate together with Werner & Frieda,
FIFTY BIG YEARS!
They have shown the younger generation, that
commitment is worth it, through thick and thin.
Many stories were related about this wonderful couple.
We had many good laughs.
They have left a legacy for all of us for along time to come.
They have lived the faith and talked the walk,
Not only in their family, but their church and community.

They just built themselves a new home.
They both have a heart for hospitality.
They have shown that over and over and over.
Sunday afternoon we all enjoyed a beautiful sunny day
celebrating and catching up with many friends and relatives.

It was late into the evening hours when we were still
sitting on their back yard enjoying the sunset
and making a final toast to
this beautiful bride and groom of 50 years.
May you both have many more years of health.
This family knows how to celebrate and give the glory to God.
Thank you Werner and Frieda for your on-going friendship and support.



Yesterday, we took out of town relatives to to Krause's Berry Farm.
The yard was packed and lined with cars for about 2 km.
People were obviously using our Provincial Holiday (BC Day)
to enjoy the warm sunny weather and pick those fresh berries.



Now, that's a Pie.
I can't pride myself with this recipe,
but check it out at Krause's Berry Farm.
Treat yourself to the Fraser Valley's best berry pies.
Homemade with a custard and heaped to the top with fresh berries.
Add your glaze and some ice-cream and there's your supper.
Drool over this while I take a few days off from bloggy land
to enjoy the warms sunny beaches of BC's interior.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Jesus Loves the Little Children

Jesus Loves the little Children of the World


Last Sunday when I walked into church once again,
I was blown away with the actions of the littles ones.
A family of adults was sitting two rows in front of us.
All of a sudden 5 little children 3-8 years of age came
tiptoeing in, turned around facing us and quickly kneeled simultaneously.
They had received all their bulletin color books from the ushers.
And they were busy coloring and admiring each others' pictures.
The girls were mused with the buttons on there sweaters,
deciding whether it looked better open or closed.
You could tell that they were cousins and there parents would
always turn around and nod their heads and I would just Smile.
These children were worshiping in their own way.

The familiar song, Jesus Loves Me, came to my heart immediately.

Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! He who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! loves me still,
When I'm very weak and ill;
From His shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! He will stay,
Close beside me all the way;
He's prepared a home for me,
And some day His face I'll see.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Too often we shoosh those little ones away
and expect them to be quiet.

Guess who's little voice I heard singing that song this week?
May your week be blessed with thinking about the little ones.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Signing Off


There is no better way to thank my friends at Blogland
for all their inspiring stories and journals of life.
I have loved reading about your lives
through the challenges and the victories.
You have shared life with me
and yes I will miss you.

I am often caught Thinking about Things
and now I want to actually Do them.

I'm going to take a break and DO some things,
meanwhile I will still enjoy reading your blogs,
keeping you close to my heart.

So I leave with you a bouquet of flowers
thanking you for being a part of my life.

So long for now.

Marg