Monthly Archives: May 2012

Shining Moments

The bands marched with precision as they proceeded down the street in front of our home in Saugerties, NY. I had the best seat of all and as I watched the Memorial Day parade.

Flags all over the place.

Then they stopped at the corner. Right in front of our house at 202 Washington Ave.

Everyone held their breath.

The drum major lifted his hands and then as if on cue

     he waved furiously

        and the instruments played with gusto.

             My eyes wandered back and forth taking it all in.

As a girl of seven

    it all seemed magnificent. Crowds and crowds stood to watch and listen.

They played on and on

   The silver shiny flutes, clarinets and trumpets.

    Those handsome French horns

Oh I loved it all.

But all too soon the music ended

   A whistle was blown and the band continued to march on

But I was never dismayed for long

No, right behind them was another huge band coming down the street.

Soldiers marched in uniform

Flags and more flags.


Memories of the Memorial Day parade also drift back to Owego, NY

where we lived on Front Street.

Right in front if our house they would march

For a few glorious years my brother and I played

  In the high school marching band.

He played clarinet and I played the flute.

March  two three four

Drum majors directing

Excitement and cheers all along the way.

But a memory carefully cherished

  Is watching this elderly man marching down the street

        carrying the American flag

     Everyone stood and cheered

There wasn’t a dry eye anywhere.

Colorful floats

Marching guards.

Band after band in strict precision.

Thankfulness forAmerica’s freedom overflowed.

It had come with a price.

It always does.


Memorial Day is more than a picnic

       a cookout

          or even a parade.

The heart of the day runs much deeper than that.

Many gave their lives so that we could enjoy the freedoms we have today.

Let’s never forget.

      the price that was paid.

As time keeps marching on and on and on.

Shining Moments

The flowers reach for the sun

    And my heart yearns for You.

In a sometimes cold and unfeeling world

   You continue to shine your Love

        All over us.

Touching and making our ordinary moments


And how very exciting it is to know

      You’ve only just begun to show your Glory.


Years ago there was an elderly man.

I can see him in my mind although I have long since forgotten his name.

But I would go to church every Sunday

  And look for him.

Not because of what his job was

    Or how many letter came after his name

Not because of what kind of car he drove

    Or the fancy house he lived in.

No, you see he passed out


You remember—

      Those square-shaped white pieces of gum that came in a box.

He always carried a box with him

   And when he saw a child

     he stopped and reached in his pocket

       brought out the box

          and passed out a few into all the waiting hands.

              Into my small hand.

              Even mine.

I felt so loved

    so special

      so cared for.

That’s how I think God wants us all to live

Touching the lives of those near and far

    And showing them they are special.

Because God loves

           and cares

             and shows it again and again.

             that all glory goes to Him.

He shone brightly through this man as he wove his way among the children.

He continues to shine today.


Shine brightly through me today, O Lord.

In a thousand different ways.

I can sense it. It is true.

You’ve only just begun to reveal your Glory.


Shining Moments

Nineteen years ago today my life changed but I did not know it.

God is like that so often, isn’t He? Lovingly working behind the scenes

    pouring into our lives just the gifts that He has chosen for us.

    Keeping His Hand on the pressures, the hardships

    always loving

My life had come to an ending of sorts.

Although the tears had stopped

   the heartache would always be there

      Those deep down desires painfully ached to be filled.

But I knew that God is always Faithful.

I knew that He would never fail me even if for the rest of my life

    I never had what I thought was so important to me.

I signed up to take a Precept Bible study course

     on Habakkuk.

      At least it was something to do, I thought.


Little did I know how God would use that class in my life.

Week after week I poured over verses while my heart slowly healed.

These verses clung to me in Habakkuk 3:17, 18

        Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,

Though the olive crops fail and the fields produce no food. Though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls.

         Yet I will rejoice in my Lord I will be joyful in God my Savior.


And I clung to them as for my very life.


At the last day of the study I shared how very much these verses had come to mean to me.

They had breathed life into my broken heart.

They had given me a purpose and a hope.

I chose to rejoice,

                to praise,

                   to renew my devotion to the One Who Loved me with a forever Love.

It was months later when I began the process of adoption

   hardly considering that God might choose fit to bless me.

     And in record time, the adoption was processed and I was flying to Russia

        to meet and hold Noelle for the first time.

Her birthday shines with God’s Grace and Love.

At a time when I laid it all down at His feet

    He created this marvelous bundle of life

        To show me again and again and again

That no matter how difficult this life becomes

His Love is Forever…

    Let that fill your heart today as it does mine.

His Love for you is Forever. Nothing can ever separate you from His Love.


     And no one.

He used a precious little baby girl to show me His Love in a tangible way.

And all the glory goes to Him.

Happy Birthday,