Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creation: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17 Authorized King James Version

Friday, May 28, 2010

Things I'm Doing

This morning I made a trip to the greenhouse to get new tomato plants and pepper plants. Our other plants froze so replanted. We do have apples on both of our trees. Tonight hubby will spray the trees then will have to do it every couple weeks. We are working on a project will tell you more about it when we finish. It involves more work than we thought it would, however we like what we are seeing. Will be nice when finished. Our neighbor's Tom & Maureen gave us a small bird bath so our feather friends are happy with that. We hope you all have a safe special holiday.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Old Fisherman

The Old Fisherman

Our house was directly across the street
from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins
hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs
and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at
the Clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper,
there was a knock at the door I opened it to see
a truly awful looking man. "Why he's hardly taller
than my eight-year old," I thought as I stared at
the stooped, shriveled body.

But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided
from swelling, red and raw yet his voice was
pleasant as he said,"Good evening. I've come to see if
you've a room for just one night. I came for a
treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's
no bus 'till morning.'

He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon
but with no success; no one seemed to have a room. "I guess
it's my face. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says
with a few more treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I
could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves
early in the morning." I told him we would find him a bed, but
to rest on the porch till supper. When we were ready, I asked the
old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty and he
held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished dishes. I went out on the porch to talk with
him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old
man had an oversize heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children
and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact. every other
sentence was prefaced with thanks to God for a blessing. He was
grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the linens were neatly folded, and the little man was out on the porch.

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "could I please come back an stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added."Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4 a.m.,and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.

Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice but, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been easier to bear, I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the lovliest container I had!"

My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. "It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. There's an especially beautiful one. "God might have said when He came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago--and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.

Handwrriting On the Wall

A weary mother returned from the store. lugging groceries
through the kitchen door.
A waiting her arrival was her eight year old son, anxious to relate
what his younger brother had done.

While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T. J. took his
crayons and wrote on the wall
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you'd be
mad at having to do it again.

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow, "Where is your
little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride she marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved about the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair, she condemed his action and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got, then stomped from his room, totally distraught.

She headed for the den to confirm her fears when she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart. It said, "I love Mommy", surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, with and empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all: "Take time to read the handwriting on the wall."

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Christian Fellowship, Cleaning, Friends

This week has been a fun week so far. I invited a friend to go for coffee yesterday (Wednesday) morning. We had such sweet fellowship around our Lord. Then she invited me to go to a neighboring town. We got a lot done that we each needed to do. We laughed a lot. Aren't friends wonderful. Tuesday I attended a Bible study with other ladies and my husband attended a Men's Fellowship. This morning our YAH group (Young AT Heart) meets. We roll bandages for missionaries. How blessed I am to have friends and Christian Fellowship. I praise God for both. Now when this afternoon arrives I need to get down to some cleaning. I got my ironing and laundry all caught up, but in this past week I have found three dust bunnies. (That's bad news) Yesterday a neighbor helped my husband lift two window air conditioners into place.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


Do you like to hear the sound of laughter. I love that sound. It is really good for us also. Last night I had the joy of being able to attend a Mother's - Daughter's get together and supper at my dear friends Patty's church. The speaker for the evening was Edna Thayer, she co authored a book with Mary Huntley entitled "A Mirthful Spirit". The book sounds very interesting an I wished I would have had the $10 reduced price for the evening to buy it. It sells for $18.95 normally. The Bible tells us that "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones." I especially love the laughter of children. There are just some people that it is easy to share laughter with. A good belly laugh exercises the muscle around us as we shake with laughter. Sometimes there are periods of tears in our life. Last night was one of those times for my dear friend. The grief of just losing her Mom was hard and yes there were some tears, because of that very fresh grief she has. I was glad I could hold her and let her cry, because of precious memories. She also shared in the laughter and she and I shared some of the things about her Mom that made her so precious and also funny expressions that made us laugh as we talked about her Mom. I challenge you start laughing at yourself and make someone else laugh today.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


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This precious little guy (Sidney) called and told me "Happy Mother's Day I Love You" Monday night. We plan to go for a visit in August. He keeps growing so fast. He is my youngest grandson. Children truly are a gift from God.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Awesome God

Awesome God
Come, Thou Fount

Come , Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope by Thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:
Prone to wander Lord, I feel it Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.

Ebenezer (stone of help)

I am always amazed that Jesus sought me when I was a stranger to Him, but He knew me and loved me even before the foundation of the world He loved me. On May 11 I will be 50 years old in the Lord. He did indeed rescue me (Sally) from danger. His precious blood was the required payment, nothing I could do. Thank You Precious Jesus!!! PRAISE MY AWESOME GOD!!!


Winter in May. Yes that's what I call last night. I planted 4 tomatoes and 4 peppers on April 30. Last night it froze here and they all died. We also noticed that the two apple trees both had brown blossoms this morning. So maybe no apples this year. We can replant the other things. I purchased some pole bean seeds while in Sioux Falls, SD on Friday. That was a cold windy day. I really had fun as I rode along with my friend and her husband. He had to go to the VA medical center and she had to see her foot doctor. She had a bunion removed some time ago so this was just a final check on how that was doing. I was completely worn out when we got home at 10:15 pm. We shopped in between appointments and on the way home, plus ate out twice and they won't let me pay for my meals. We left at 9:00 in the morning and I had only four hours of sleep Friday morning before going.