Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Yes, my blog has been quiet. I'm not sure why I don't feel like posting. I think life sometimes saps all the creativity out of me.

So I'll forget the creativity and just catch you up...real casual.

Our oldest son, C is still here at home. We haven't booted him out. Yet Mozart is usually close to it. He is looking for a job...or is supposed to be looking. But if he found one, he would not have any transportation except for a bus. But it can be done.
C is starting to work on his car. This will be good because it gives him something to do. However he won't be able to drive it when its finished due to reasons that are too long to explain here.

If you are inclined to pray for young people, please pray for the bottom line. That C will invite the Lord back into his life so God can help him climb out of the abyss he is in.

I had a nice time at a "tea" last weekend at my mom and dad's church. My mother and I drank peach tea out of china-flowered cups and enjoyed scones and finger sandwiches while listening to harp music. We wore our Sunny Shiny Things bracelets (created by my good friend Sunny)and felt quite pampered and elegant. Earlier in the day, my dad and I went on a long bike ride and ended up bumping down a dirt rode to an expansive bird preserve that is near their home. (My mom was out playing tennis.) And before that, my mom and I took a walk on the beach down to the tide pools.

The beach was almost deserted and a lone life guard stand stood beckoning on the sand. I glanced at the ladder and immediately knew it was too high for my 78 year old mom to climb. My mom noticed my glance.

"You want to go up that?"
"I'll do it another time, mom, when I'm by myself. I don't think you could get up that."
"Oh yes I can."
A minute later we were seated on the life guard stand. It was cool and breezy. We sat close together for warmth and leaned our backs against the wood. We talked about friends, God and life.

You are probably wondering where the pictures are. My camera is broken, and I didn't have my son's camera with me. (This is another reason it is not fun to post...I miss my camera!)

So life is hard and life is good. And the good moments seem even better when the bad moments have been bad.

Another good thing is that Mozart and I have discovered the Saturday evening service at our church. It's an smaller more intimate service than the giant church service on Sunday. Mozart never attends the giant church service on Sunday...but he likes this one. It's so nice to sit in church with him! And he and the pastor are getting together for coffee soon. That's another story.

I'll try to post more often. Yet I may have some silent days coming up again. There has been a potluck scheduled at my home on Sunday (have to clean house and cook)...and then next week I have to go through a medical procedure that will not be pleasant.

I'll be coming by your blogs soon!

Have a great rest of the week.


Willow said...

You have a lot of stories weaving in and out of your life and that usually means prayer needed.

Glad you're back!

Dawn said...

You had lots to say and it was good.

Medical procedures are the pits.

Sitting with your husband in church is good.

ktwalden said...

I will continue to pray for your prodigal...and his mom and dad...

The outings with your parents sound wonderful. It is such a blessing to be able to spend time with loved ones and reflect on things.

It's great that your husband will attend that Saturday service with you...I am still working on my DH to go anytime....that's another story , too.

Hope the procedure goes well and you have many more good moments in the coming weeks.

Susan Skitt said...

So good to catch up with you. Wow about you and your mom climbing up on the lifeguard stand - what fun too that you can talk together, a blessing for sure.

Love and prayers,

Marg said...

Love coming back to your place. Never a dull moment and take the breaks as you need them. We need to pray for all our young adults. Church does not seem to be so important for them...I have two of them who have not attended for two years. I can hear your cry.

Keep climbing those ladders. They may all have a different meaning.

Marg said...

Hi Sharon,

I needed to delete your comment, due to the second half. Sometimes my kids read my blog and I don't want them to get the wrong message.
I couldn't find your email address.