Friday, March 29, 2013

At the Cross!

 
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Refrain
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.
Isaac Watts, 1707

This is one of my favorite songs from my childhood memories.
I sang this at the kitchen sink while doing dishes with my Mom.

The cross is a symbol of faith....
that allows us to run the race, empowered by God's grace.
And exclaim..."Jesus is Lord"



Thursday, March 28, 2013

Easter Bunnies & Potatoes!


Yesterday, I heard a loud holler from the back forty, "OMA!"
I went running to the back garden.
This guy was digging fresh potatoes...so he thought.
"Get me a shovel"
"No, not the little one, the big one like Opa uses."
He associates warm days with gardening and remembers the planting season.

He was in his glory as he pulled weeds...and found a few potatoes.
Little did he know that he was digging up weeds.
He thought they were potatoes.

So I became inspired and turned over the soil of one garden bed,
thinking it is somewhat early, but on the other hand.
"Put them to work when they are willing."

A few days later while he was outside playing, he came running to the house.
He had gathered up a bucket of old potatoes...
He was all excited and said, The Easter bunny dug up potatoes for us."

And I could hear him say in his baby voice,
"This will be your home...stay nice and warm."
He continued to lay each potato into the hole making sure the eye was poking upward.

Then came the time to add a bit of fresh water and fertilizer for an extra boost.

"I can do it alone!"

Then he found the soft soil and carefully covered the potatoes.

His job is done and he packed the rest to the house.
He can't wait till school's out..
That's when he will start digging again.

Gardening for me is the pleasure of sharing new life
with the little ones and watching the growth of newly planted potatoes.
I can count on him checking weekly.
Before you know it, we will enjoy eating home made potato chips.

Hope you can enjoy some simple pleasures.
I wonder if I have a future farmer?



Monday, March 25, 2013

First Time!

There is always a time for First's. 
Today I'm sharing with you a  rolling report of some First's!

Coming together and baking Lovella's Paska brings many smiles.
Sometimes it's good to have an account from behind the scenes.
For a more detailed account...whip over to Lovella's blog.
We all demonstrated and delivered our food with plenty of gusto...
"But why didn't the Paska rise, Lovella?"
We're contemplating the reasons...
While some are smiling, others are constraining themselves.
It's always fun as we come together,
hastily making our recipes, under the pressure of an audience,
but we just keep bolstering each other, one step at a time.
It was my First time demonstrating Seerney Spread,
(pg. 134 in MGCC cookbook.)
but my assistant Kathy, kept edging me on with her laughter.
It was also our First Time singing the Doxology together prior
to the meal time at Lepps' farm.
And the whole class joined in with harmony.

It was the First Time the little boys helped us picking up the debri on the yard.
A few Easter eggs laid tucked in the grass, which  motivated them as they
quickly picked up their eggs and branches.
Who could find the most eggs?
Who could collect the most branches?

It was the First Time that we had blue skies and double digit temperatures.
First Time to take off those winter jackets.

First Time to check the raspberry shoots.

First Time to toss their nun-chucks in the air and master catching them.

First Time for a swing.

First Time for a Coke Zero!
And he's smiling, as usually it's juice or water 

First Time for a lawn cut.

First Blooms.
 
First Burgers on the Grill. 

Hope you were First to enjoy the sunshine this past weekend.

Next weekend will bring another First for us!



Thursday, March 21, 2013

Airport Musings

I love airports...sitting, waiting,...texting....silly things.
For once I don't feel guilty like I'm wasting my time.
Airports give you the feeling of leaving,
leaving your work behind...
some take it with them,
but somehow it's just a bit of change.

Last year, while celebrating our 60th....
Judy and I both found some 2010 Olympic jackets, on sale at the YVR airport.
We could not resist the temptation of making a spontaneous decision.
As you can tell, people turned around and stared at us.

A week ago I sat at the HNL airport...waiting to go home.

My husband looks up at me and quietly tells me to move my head.
Now, he was the one taking photos...
He was mesmerized by this elderly couple using their laptop.
I could hear them laughing...
And just before there lunch came they bowed their heads to pray.


He enjoyed reading while she was clicking away.
 
So what does it feel like to be in the line of action?
It was fun observing my husband taking photos....
He did not miss a thing.
Hoping that we can continue to travel for years.
Airports truly are a place for
young and old alike, enjoying the waiting time,
some were obviously engaged in love making,
others talked excitedly about the white smoke...rising at the Vatican,
others were visibly bowing their heads giving thanks.

I must admit I did not like the turbulent ride home.
I was sitting in the front seat,  not 'first class'
Never again, as there was one long line up wishing to use the facilities.
Meanwhile, through the turbulence, the stewardess asked
us all to remain in our seats and to acknowledge the seat belt sign.
After a few hours,  people ignored all instructions,
and I witnessed frustrated travelers arguing with the airlines staff.

It's always good to be safe and sound at  'HOME AGAIN'
where there are endless facilities and no long line-ups.

Do you like airports?



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Monday, March 18, 2013

We're Number ONE!

"We're No.1!" 
Those words have been ringing through my mind all day. 

 
It was exactly 50 years ago...when I was 11 years old.
I remember my father packing us like sardines into his newly purchased white Ford Galaxy.
We drove all the way to Vancouver to the
provincial championships at the UBC War Memorial Gymnasium.

Who knew that from a small peaceful farming community,
MEI, would become known as the BC Championship team in 1963.
A bulging crowd of  5700 hundred fans packed out this gym.

I remember many of these players who worked hard under the
dedication and commitment of one passionate coach, Jake Braun
who left a legacy for basketball at MEI and was most recently honored
at the Basketball B.C. Hall of Fame and Awards Banquet, 2011.
Coach Braun passed away shortly after this event. 

Last night we had the honor of attending a 'Decades of Champions Banquet',
where they honored all teams who had won the previous championship games.
1953~1963~1973~1983~1993~2003
It was an honor to meet many of these players once again.

But the big question of the night was,

Who was going to win the champion title for 2013?





 In 1970 the dream for another title was achieved.
MEI, again won the championship title.
Many of these players were my classmates.
They lived in the era of short shorts and long hair.
And we cheered these young men on to victory.


 
 Forty three years later, Coach George Bergen, former player and class mate from MEI.
took the Walnut Grove Gators to a victory title over the
White Rock Christian Academy Warriors.
59-53
in front of an estimated crowd of 5000 fans.



During half time some of us former female basketball stars
decided to sneak into Box 10!
We had no identity...we just walked passed security like we were official.
 


It was great to see the enthusiasm of the former MEI team of 1963
as they watched Bergen take his team to a championship victory.

 Former MEI basketball players, sharing fond memories with the Team of 63!
Howard Loewen, Elsie Schmidt (Loewen) Marg Bartel,(Schmidt)
Ruth Sherk, (Heidebrecht) Chris Reimer, (Braun)

The coaches could smell victory.
Bergen, together with son Jared and assistant coaches, became ecstatic.


Meanwhile the fans crowded and flooded the floor, cheering on their team,
and chanting could be heard.
"We're No.1!"

 Meanwhile the legacy of basketball continues at MEI
under the leadership of Jon Schmidt.
He is my nephew and we will be supporting him for many years to come.

Best wishes to you, Jon as you develop MEI's future team.

Soon we will be chanting alongside your team.

"We're Number One!"


Thursday, March 7, 2013

Water Babies!


The ocean and I have built a strong relationship over the years.
I love this swimming suit...It covers me completely.
Today's trends are slightly more revealing,
but underneath it all, a little one is tucked away.

Years later I am still going back to the ocean.
I walk, I swim and get tossed about.
Sometimes I've been tossed about too much,
knitting just allows me to settle down.
After all, knitting could count as aerobic exercise for the fingers, right?

This guy always comes along....
He walks and swims with me....
As you can tell, he's a happy man.

For a moment, you can see my foot prints as I dash into the waters.
And then they vanish as the waves crash over the sand.
There's nothing more exhilarating than to take a quick jog,
feel the sun burning down on your shoulders,
and feel the freedom of jumping into the warm ocean waters.
Clothes and all!
 
I love sitting on the shore and hearing the oceans crash, and singing....
"How could I say there is no God?
When all around creation calls?
A singing bird, a mighty tree,
the vast expanse of open sea.
I love to stand at ocean shore.
And feel the thundering breakers roar.
How can you say there is no God?
I believe just like a child."

See you all later or come and join me!
Let's all become water babies.


Friday, March 1, 2013

Changing Hair Trends!

I've had some fun projects this winter... 
 I've been working my way through albums from my past 4 decades.
  I have discovered various hairstyles through the era's. 
So I decided to share some of these styles with you. 


 1958-1970
When I was a small child, I had a pixie cut.
My father put a bowl over my head and gave me a cut.
Later, I grew out my bangs.

1973-1990
After we were married, I decided to grow it long.
That lasted for about 4 years, and then the kids came.
Remember Farrah Fawcett styles?
The hair was cut shorter permed, layered and feathered.
I'm sure we all have memories of permed hair.

 1993 - 1997
I cut and colored my hair and enjoyed the short style.
The gray was uncontrollable at an early age.
I loved how Princess Di wore her hair.
I liked my hair short, but I had to wash and  style it every day.
So, I slowly let it grow back into a bob.
 
Over my last 15 years, I'm back to the traditional bob,
sometimes scrunched,
sometimes in a ponytail,
sometimes inverted...
sometimes longer....
and sometimes curly.

So my hair style looks similar to the first era....
They always say that as you age, you revert to similar patterns of the past.
The beautiful thing about changing your hair, 
is that it will always grow back.
So if you don't like your hair, change it!

Which era do you like the best?