Sunday Morning Coffee: Moving

I had some memories stirred up yesterday. We stopped in on someone who is in the middle of a move, and suddenly all the years of moving were running like a movie in my head.

We’ve been in our present house for 25 years. That’s an incredible record. In our first 25 years of marriage, we moved nine times. Growing up, I’ve lost count of how often we moved. It was amazing that I got to do my three years of high school in one house, one school. Heavenly.

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I did become quite an expert at packing up a household, though. I’m organized by nature, and watching my mom handle all those moves taught me a lot about how to do it efficiently. It’s also a very good time to throw out things you found at the back of your closet and had forgotten you had 🙂

It’s also a time for reminiscing. Each apartment or house you live in becomes a part of your history. The place you lost your first tooth; where you first became determined to learn to play the piano; where your love of music began. The place where you learned to read, to roller skate, to swim, to play tetherball. The house you lived in when your first boyfriend called you after school because he was too shy to talk to you face to face 🙂

So many things that became an ongoing part of your life are connected with each place in which you live. So yes, the memories are still running like a movie in my head.

Also, I’ve been thinking about that final move we all make–the move into eternity. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was just a little girl. I know I’m on my way to heaven, not because I am good, but because He is good.

I won’t be packing up anything to take with me. All my treasures, like my dolls and my teapots, will be outclassed completely by what awaits in heaven. There’s nothing I’ve needed down here that I will still need up there.

What I will take with me is an excited heart to see Jesus. And I will take an intense curiosity about what heaven holds, and there will be an eternity to discover all that awaits us there.

Do you know Him? If you’re not sure, please leave a comment and I will be glad to correspond with you about how you can know the Savior.

Sunday Morning Coffee: God’s Beautiful World.

I love flowers. Always have. I’m not much good with them. Definitely no green thumbs for me. I am, however, amazed at people who can grow them with what seems like very little effort.

I loved the Oxford Botanical Gardens In England. My son Daniel Kreger (DJ Kreger Arts) sent me some shots he took there yesterday. Amazing that the roses are still in bloom!

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There had just been a light rain, leaving picturesque drops on the flowers. These pictures took me right back to the gardens I loved, where each flower is a testament to the creative mind of the God I love.

He didn’t have to provide us with such beauty. He could have chosen to be practical only, giving us the plants we would need for sustenance without adding the beauty of the zillions of varieties of flowers that are a visual feast. And an aromatic one, too.

Two verses have been in my mind since these photos came last night:

I Timothy 6:17. “Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.”

Eccl. 3:11. “He hath made every thing beautiful in His time: also He hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.”

And this wonderful old hymn:

Sunday Morning Coffee: Adjusting

I really don’t know if it’s still a result of jet lag, or just that I spent two weeks being spoiled rotten 🙂 I’m just having a hard time getting into the groove here. My sleep isn’t normal, and a lot of other things are derailed along with it. Hoping for a change in the next few days.

My ever-cheerful husbands says, “We’re getting old, Linda. Things change.”

I don’t know about that. I do know I need a couple nights of solid, uninterrupted sleep.

Isn’t sleep a wonderful thing? God could have figured out some other way for us to restore our energy, but He chose sleep to be our restorative.

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Yeah, I understand this 🙂

I love going to bed. So comfortable, and since I got my My Pillows and a new comforter, I’m literally sinking into a dreamy environment.

So I did some searching, and found lots of different biblical references to sleep. Here’s one website I enjoyed: https://www.biblestudytools.com/topical-verses/bible-verses-about-sleep/

Lots of different perspectives. Sleep is a gift, but if we sleep too much we’ll be lazy and nonproductive. Sleep is a restorative; it helps us when we’re sick; it’s a daily necessity of life.

I’m thankful for sleep.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Thoughts

I really don’t know where my thoughts are going to take me this morning. They’re a bit random, to tell the truth.

So I was thinking: Two weeks ago we got on an airplane in Philadelphia; had a layover in Toronto, and landed in London. From there, we went to Islip near Oxford, and by the time we got there we’d connected with just about everyone who was coming. And all of that in about 12 hours.

Think of that. We went to one country, then across the ocean, to London and Oxford in just 12 hours. It used to take people months to cross the ocean in a little sailing ship, risking everything to make the journey, not really knowing how they would survive. They left everything they knew, knowing it was a final goodbye.

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Later, people moved westward across our country, piling all they could into a covered wagon, journeying into unknown territory to find their heart’s desire of a perfect place to start a new life. Some sickened and died on the way; some died in childbirth; some died or were taken captive by native tribes. But more made it all the way. A new start, a new life, a load of hard work and unanswered questions.

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Today, we have an ever-shrinking world where the new frontiers have all been crossed. All but one.

Back in the height of missionary work, people traveled for months sometimes to reach the country they believed God was leading them to, to preach the gospel and win others to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.

Some didn’t survive the trip. Others sickened and died on the mission field. Some were in great danger from people who didn’t trust them, thought they were evil, Some were imprisoned; some were killed.

There are still frontiers to cross with the gospel of Christ. There are amazing things happening in places that have resisted Christianity for generations. And there are still places that are not open to the gospel, and that are actively persecuting Christians.

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Only God knows when Jesus will come to take His church out of this sin-sick world, and the rest, who are left behind, will suffer seven years of unimaginable tribulation. Armageddon. And the establishment of the Millennial reign of Jesus Christ; the final captivity of Satan and his demons; and the beginning of eternity for all believers. Heaven will hold no boundaries of time, sickness, death, sorrow. Only goodness; only the presence of Jesus to bring constant joy and peace.

This life, I’m learning, is very short. And if we know the Lord, we have more to look forward to than we can ever imagine.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Off We Go!

Just a quick note this morning. We’ll be leaving for the airport soon. All details are covered, as far as I know. If we forgot something, we’ll just have to figure out how to get along without it 🙂 There are details when you’re flying internationally that have to be addressed. Like double-check that you have your passport where you can get it easily 🙂

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I’ll do my best to make my usual travelogue posts as the days pass. People seem to enjoy that, and so do I. Keeping track of what we’ve done every day makes a great diary for later reference.

Just in case you missed it, this trip is to celebrate fifty years of marriage. We are blessed indeed in our love for each other, for our family, and for our church and our friends.

It’s a wonderful life!

Sunday Morning Coffee: Hope

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It’s been a difficult couple of weeks, physically. If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you are aware that I have a deteriorating back. I just call it “old woman’s back.” 🙂 Saves going into lots of boring detail.

I had an epidural injection on June 10, and it did really well for me except for something called radiculitis, which radiates from L4 and L5 outward to my right hip area. The pain comes from herniation of both those vertebrae, which pinches the nerves and makes them really ticked off. So they scream and whine and carry on and keep me from doing much of anything.

Desperate for relief, I called my pain team (really good guys who actually listen!) and told them I had very little time before we’re supposed to get on an airplane and fly to England. They chose to put me on a step-down Prednisone pack. I started using it Wednesday, and will finish it tomorrow.

Can I tell you how much I hate the side effects of Prednisone? This much:

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I gain a pound every day I’m taking it. I live in the bathroom. I’m wired up so it’s hard to sleep.

BUT! It IS working, and today I was able to stand up from bed without gasping and crying. I’ve been using my walker all week, and still did this morning even though I think I’d have been okay with just my cane. I’m walking fairly comfortably for the first time in over a week.

There’s this little glimmer of hope. Maybe I’ll get on the airplane without having to be hoisted up there with a crane 🙂

Lots of people have been praying for me this week. There are no ugly side effects from prayer. There is a peace that comes from knowing that friends are going to the Great Physician in my behalf. Prayer is more powerful than Prednisone, but put the two of them together, and I’m getting the best treatment there is.

If you have been praying for me, bouquets of roses to you! I can never tell you how thankful I am for the prayers of the saints that are a sweet aroma to the Lord.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Friends

Last night, we attended a reunion of old friends. We met at the Shady Maple Smorgasbord near Lancaster. Let’s just say the variety of food is mind-boggling.

Some of those who were there were not people we knew, but it wasn’t hard to establish common ground. We were there to help a friend celebrate his 50th anniversary graduating from college, so not everyone knew everyone else. Didn’t matter.

Those we did know included friends from as far back as 1974, when we were all full of energy and bright ideas. There was a lot of hugging and crying (happy tears!) and good fellowship.

We sang Great is Thy Faithfulness before we headed for the food.

Someone said, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other is gold.”