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Shining Moments





Yes, there was all these and more when I attended Vacation Bible School.

My first memories of VBS go back to when I was five years old.

I rode the bus with my brother.

Every day climbing those big steps to take me to an even bigger church.

A sea of strange faces

but activities and music and yes, eventually friends and fun.

And I remember well my fears when I ended up on the wrong bus

that didn’t take me home. Terror that  I will never forget.

Then there was the VBS in Kansas City, Missouri.

Once more LOTS of kids, activities, fun and music.

I’ll never forget the contest to see who could memories the most verses in one week.

I buried myself in my room and memorized whole chapters

then went in the next day to recite them to an adult.

It was something I knew that I could do

not like hitting a home run

or singing a solo.

End of the week

Yes, I won the prize

only to discover that the real prize was the treasure I had hid in my heart.

Years to come I am still blessed by knowing all those Bible verses.

Fast forward many years to the time I worked with first graders in VBS

and then 3’s and 4’s

and one year directed the program for our church.

Just the sound of the opening chorus would excite me.

Watching the eager boys and girls piling out of the cars every morning.

Hungry souls who needed to know that He is all He says He is.

That following Jesus pays

every time.

Then those happy years of taking my own little daughters toBibleSchool

and watching those patient workers teach the children day after day.

Shining Moments.

The fastest week in the year.

Always coming to an end long before we were ready.

Well, it’s that time again.

All over the place I see signs ofVacationBibleSchool

and I hear excited voices.

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing

My great Redeemer’s praise.

Boys and girls coming together again to laugh and learn of His Love.

Yes, brings back a lot of memories for me.

How about you?

Did you ever attend VBS?

Have any memory to share?

Just leave a comment.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Shining Moments

Shining moments abound in the month of May and although some of them bring twinges of sadness they still shine brightly.

Tomorrow my older brother Dave would have had a birthday. Being only two years apart we shared a lot including birthday week. While I chose to have a chocolate cake, he preferred pineapple upside down cake. While I always wanted chocolate ice cream he chose strawberry or cherry or something fruity.

He was my big hero brother.

Taller than I.

Smarter than I.

A risk taker while I clung to the shores of safety.

Caring and colorful.

From the time when we both were very young it was obvious that he was creative.

One memory that shines brightly is when he was about 9 and I was 7. We spent many hours upstairs together preparing skits to perform for our parents.

One of our favorites was Amos and Andy.


Yes, we put on our Dad’s jackets and hats, and memorized our lines from an old book that my Dad had in his library.

I can still see us standing in the living room looking out at our parents who were sitting on the sofa. I was nervous but Dave was the leader. We didn’t get very far into the play before Mom and Dad were laughing hilariously.

Sweet memories.

He played the clarinet and always on Christmas Eve I could talk him into playing a number or two for our Christmas program.

And then when I was very young he insisted we move a very large rock to another part of the yard.

“No,” I told him. “It’s much too heavy.” We were both very young.
But he insisted and so we both bent over to pick it up. He on his side and I on mine.

Sweat pouring. Trying to  walk.

“I can’t hold it,” I told between breaths.

“Oh yes you can,” he urged and kept walking.

But I was right. I couldn’t.

It dropped from my small hands and landed on our feet. Two big toes crushed beneath the large rock. Ouch.

And the last thing I remember was each of us wearing a big yellow lemon on our big toe covered by a sock. He was certainly not happy with me that day.

Yes, he passed away much too soon. And I miss him every day.

But the memories shine brightly lighting up today with smiles and laughter.

Let’s keep making shining memories today that will brighten the lives of those follow us.

Slow down. Seize the moment.

Lick the ice cream cones. Fly the kites. Play the games.

Make those memories.

Shining Moments

Life is filled with special days, special moments when our hearts overflow with memories and gratitude. Today is one such day.

 It is my Dad’s birthday.

Yes, 89 years old today. Still in good health and able to get out and about.

Looking younger than his years and sharp mentally, he takes one day as it comes giving me a living example of the way to age.

Years ago a story I had written was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks Dad.  It’s a memory that shines brightly for me today.

I was about fifteen at the time. Longing for something but I didn’t quite know what.

You know the feeling.

My Dad noticed my quiet seriousness and asked me privately about it.

“I don’t know,” I remember saying “but maybe if I could play in the band like my brother. ( He was two years older) And go to the football games. Maybe it would help.”

“Well what instrument would you like to play?”

“The flute. I always wanted to play the flute.”

“Would it help if we bought you a flute?” Now this was a time when money was in short supply and my parents were needing to carefully manage their finances.

“Yes but uh..”  I couldn’t believe the question. Couldn’t take it in.

Faster than you could think my Dad had me in the car and on our way to the music store.

When we entered the large storeroom filled with instruments of every size and shape imaginable my eyes  were immediately drawn to a beautiful shiny Gemeinhardt flute displayed on the counter.

“Could you use this?” my Dad asked walking over to examine it.

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Could you learn to play this?” he asked again looking at me. “Take some lessons and play in the band?”

He smiled while I choked back tears.

I nodded my head and before you knew it the flute was paid for and we were on our way home.

I’ll never forget it. The suddenness of it all. The grace outpoured. A Father’s love.

I did work hard to learn to play in the band and even though I never got really good, it was good enough to play in the marching bank at the football games.

Still have that flute today and every once in a while I take it out and play a trill or two.


I really was surprised that day so long ago and deeply touched.

Isn’t that just how God loves to step into our lives sometimes and shower us.

Yes, sometimes when we least expect it He gives us a tangible sign of His forever Love.

That we never forget.

Rather we treasure for the rest of our lives.