As I continue to “Walk With Him” I see Him shining
ever so brightly in my life
and the lives of those around me.
From false diagnosis to new technology…
God is in charge of it all.
The Holy Spirit’s working in my life
From acquaintance to friend…KY
Friends to “sisters” in God’s family
A student’s smile
Hot coffee on a cold night
Dinner prepared by my parents, just so I don’t have to
Garlic peeking its head through the winter earth
Spring flowers confused
Children excited to write
Roof over our heads
Heat and electricity
New members at youth group
A teen daughter who enjoys time with her mom
A false diagnosis
New technologies (see my sister,
Heidi M. Allen’s age-progression photo below.)
Breath in my lungs
Slippers on my feet
Kiss on the forehead
Blessings unnoticed – received
Hugs for no reason
Prayers of friends
There are no coincidences!
How are you doing with your list? Are you finding it easier to see God's hand at work in your life? I hope so!
Back to work…literally. Last week’s vacation was the escape from reality we all needed. A few days lakeside provided rest and relaxation for the soul and body. The latter part of the week brought laughter, relaxed busyness, and “the” dress for my daughter’s Memories Dance in June. Productive, restful, and so much fun.
The alarm startled me awake with a “Time to get to work” ring yesterday morning. I was excited to see the kids and my friends at school yet it was the inner drive and inspiration to start a deep edit and revision of my manuscript that brought joy and a spring to my step. The school day went quickly and the kids are learning so much. We’ve switched up our classroom with a new look and style. Our students responded well and their excitement to learn made us smile. It was this change of pace and their response that motivated me to change it up at home.
I borrowed “the table” from my parents again. It is set up in the living room again, in front of the same chair as when the first draft was composed. I’m surrounded by piles of organized notes, chicken scratch, and a printed manuscript. I have the folders and notes for my upcoming speaking engagements too. In preparing for previous presentations and the feedback received I have decided to add a few things to the manuscript.
The bags are sure to return to my eyes as the creative juices kept me awake last night and work me up only a couple hours into my sleep. God is good…when we listen, when I listen, I can hear HIS purpose and story. Glad to have my ears open…Have a great day!
"I desire to do your will,
your law is within my heart.”
Happy Monday. As I started to write I noticed that I can’t really start with good morning because I have no clue when you are reading this, so I said happy Monday. Even though that could be bad because maybe you’re reading this on one of the other 6 days! So let’s just go on.
Have you ever noticed how the news is negative most of the time with the every now and then happy/positive story? Well the crimes and kidnappings are rather important, but so is the story of the child being found. And then sometimes like today they’re talking all about the Oscars. I love watching it and it’s entertaining but maybe they should stress more on other things. What do you think? Please leave a comment expressing your opinion, for your opinion matters and in some cases (not this) it can change the way things happen for the better, and sometimes the worse.
So expressing our opinions is majorly important! Think about it…what if Martin Luther King didn’t do his “I have a Dream” speech? What if…..? Are our opinions really ours? Sometimes people and other things try to mold our opinions, sorry to say it happens! So express your opinion, but make sure it’s not hurting others and not everyone will agree with you. But that’s ok.
Leave a comment, or don’t it’s ok. Thanks for reading this Monday with Mags.
I have to admit, Mags and I had the most relaxing vacation ever this past week. Three days at the lake followed by a day of shopping with my Mom. Then a weekend of wearing our jammies and watching movies, reading, and writing. Life is good.
With sunlight blazing through the windows and our dogs sleeping in the comfort of this February novelty, we enjoy our afternoon. NCIS marathon on the television, husband and daughter both napping and me…what to do first?
While my loving family rest and heals, my mind revels with my list of things to do. Instead of focusing and working on one thing at a time I choose to randomize my tasks, and the piles around me.
To the left: notes for my upcoming speaking engagement, my “lists” (yes I always have a list or two going), One Thousand Gifts by Ann VosKamp, a headset so I can listen to music when Ed wakes up and turns on sports (LOL), mechanical pencils, highlighters, and of course…sticky notes
My side table: my small Bible, A Life That Matters book and study guide, hand lotion, clear nail polish, a journal, more sticky notes, pencils, & pens, worship CD, CD of Scripture, and a cold drink
To the right: my study Bible, my notebook filled with handwritten Scriptures to share when I write and speak, Where to Find it in the Bible resource guide, Where’s Heidi? The Search Begins manuscript, scraps of paper with notes and Scriptures God gave me at random times, and the television airing NCIS
Even as a child I struggled to focus on one thing for an extended length of time. I enjoy and thrive on having multiple projects going at the same time.
A little insight into my way of thinking:
Once I have my organized piles surrounding me and my laptop turned on with enough documents and Internet sites open to make my mother’s head spin…I begin. I started with my blog but then thought of a something to strengthen my message on March 11th so I switch over.
As soon as the new idea is written down and the colors and formatting start to transition my curled lip into a smile I remember a verse pastor shared this morning. Another document closed while I reach for my sticky notes and mechanical pencil. Done. Check. Back to my blog but then I realize a better transition from one slide to the next, so back to the presentation. Done.
Reread the manuscript, it has rested on my shelf and computer since August. As I start to delve back into it, I pray for the publishers and editors reviewing “Where’s Heidi?” for consideration with their publishing house. This is my story yet God’s book. My prayer is for lives to be changed, healed, and to see there is hope in spite of the tragedy we each face in life.
Now I’ve drifted off into thoughts about “waiting”. A concept I struggle with and find myself searching my Bible often for new verses, and rereading previous verses to encourage my heart as I wait. I wait to hear from the editor. I wait to hear from publishers. I wait to hear the words, “Heidi has been found” or “It’s time.” I wait…but I wait.
In God’s time…Heidi will be found.
In God’s time…His book, “Where’s Heidi?” will be published.
“Wait and hope for and expect the Lord; be brave and of good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring. Yes, wait and hope for and expect the Lord.” Psalm 27:14
WE DIDN’T!!! Okay, let me clarify before your glide mouse to the upper corner and close my blog out of fear with no intention of returning. We stayed in our jammies ALL day today. No alarms set to wake us up, no appointments to keep, and no goals. Well, one goal – to relax and be bums. We succeeded, for the most part.
Ed watched his favorite college basketball team, the Georgetown Hoyas. Mags and I set my computer up and watched “Alice Upside Down” from YouTube’s free movie list. We laughed and then at the end, cried, cried, and cried. A fabulous movie with Alyson Stoner as the main character, the eleven-year-old girl who’s mother has passed away and she can’t seem to do anything right. Her father is played by Luke Perry (from 90120, sweet!) and her brother is played by Lucas Grabeel. Neither Mary nor I remember the movie in 2007 but it was a fabulous way to spend the afternoon while Ed watched “the game” in the living room.
My mother sent a bag full of chocolate and sinful treats to make our jammy day complete. One of my fondest memories from childhood, the morning my Mom announced, “Jammy Day girls. No fighting, no cleaning (not that we did much), and no work.” It was the best. A family tradition I’m passing along to Mags but with our schedules…I write them on the calendar weeks ahead. Don’t mess with our jammy day or you might see the face from yesterday’s blog photo. Lol
Anyway…Mary is putting the finishing touches on her extra-credit project and I’m going to putter a bit more on some stuff for an upcoming writer’s conference (more in later blogs, promise) and possibly finish reading “1,000 Gifts” so I can return it to my friend for her precious daughter to read. Miss A. has patiently been waiting for Aunt B to finish reading so she can delve into it. My goal was two days ago…uh oh! It’s jammy day…no stress!
See you tomorrow!
And today's musical selection is dedicated to my father! Love you Dad - Mary and I were singing our hearts out to Mr. Hank Williams Jr. in honor of our "Jammy Day", a familyl tradition! Love you Dad!
Do you remember a time when you met someone while shopping or out to dinner? Or maybe you ran in to the same person everyday when you dropped the kiddos off at daycare or school? Did you ever meet someone in the cafeteria because they had the same lunch time as you? Better yet, do you remember when you spent an afternoon at the park and visited with the people you met while the kids played, or you walked, or by inviting another family to join yours to toss the Frisbee or play kickball?
It seems like these days are far and few between. Instead of building relationships and friendships over a cup of coffee or small ice cream cone at the park it has become easier to “get connected” or “network” from the comfort of our homes. From one keyboard to another we “meet” people and build a relationship based on the photograph on the screen and their social networking page. I haven’t decided if this has trickled down to our children or if it started there and we’re being dragged down in order to have some sense of a social life.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy social networking and the Internet. It’s also a great tool to “meet” all of you. Just today, I set aside time so if you wanted to “Follow” the blog on your Facebook through a “Networked Blogs” you can by clicking on the link to the left. I have stayed “connected” to friends from high school, previous coworkers, and even the parents from preschool and playground days when our daughter was much younger.
Would we have remained in touch with these people if it weren’t for social networking and email? I’m both sad and ashamed to say probably not. So I’m very thankful for this “tool” to stay “connected” with people who have impacted my life and helped to make me who I am today.
Another aspect and spiral to this transition is the change the Internet, especially social networking has established for authors and speakers. I’ve attended a few conferences in the past couple years and if it weren’t for the “tool” of email and my social “network” I might not have correspondence with the amazing writers, authors, bloggers, and people I have met in my travels.
WAIT a minute, did you catch that? Whatever happened to pen and paper with the terrible tasting stamp addressed envelope…aren’t these new people valuable enough to deserve a few moments out of my time so I can let them know the impact they had on my life? I LOVE receiving cards in the mail still to this day. There is something powerful and special in a handwritten note. I used to send a few out each week and today I hang my head like the dog who got in the garbage while we were asleep…it doesn’t happen anymore.
The new and ever changing technology helps us “network” and get “connected” to others yet there is something precious lost when the human interaction is removed from the scenario. I’m thankful for Skype that allows us to see our beautiful foreign exchange daughter from France (when our schedules coincide) or our handsome nephew serving half way across the world yet nothing beats sitting on the back porch visiting with a friend while watching the birds and lake, or coffee and immense laughter over the silliest things while our children giggle in the other room, or best yet…the time spent with our family around the kitchen table.
My challenge for you today is to “get connected” with the people under your roof. Have dinner, play a game, watch a movie, and simply talk about life. Who knows what you are missing. Our daughter will start high school in the fall…where did the elementary and middle school go? I’m thankful for the conversations, Q &A’s, and memories made together without a digital device or the Internet “connecting” us. God didn’t send a text…He sent His One and Only Son!
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
The evening Mom and I found this photograph we both laughed. Typically one thinks of coloring as a relaxing and fun activity yet the look on my face might make you wonder. So serious…careful to watch the lines and make sure I stay inside them. Focused on the goal at hand, to color. So focused that not even Raggedy Ann was at my side, and we were best buds.
My husband said, “You’ve always made that cute “serious” face when you are concentrating. Well, minus sticking out your tongue.” He cracked himself up. Whatever, I do make faces and noises while I work. My daughter drums and my husband talks to himself but I didn’t mention those items. We each have our quirks to let others know the mood we are in or the task we might be performing.
Let me see if I can narrow some of mine down. I’m not asking my family for help for fear this would be the longest blog since its birth in 2010.
Lisa’s Warning Signs
Jazz music (Buble and Sinatra are my fav’s) playing loudly = new piece of writing in creation
Deep stare with tongue sticking out to the side
= serious concentration
Staring at the ceiling
= memory recall (or I just noticed another cobweb hosting an uninvited guest)
= prayer before writing (Chiz Rider is one of my fav’s)
= brain freeze
Biting my finger nails
Contemporary Christian Jamming
= on a roll and don’t interrupt!!
Doodling in right margin
= brainstorm to add in later
Doodling to the left margin
= time for a break because I’m bored with the task
= thinking and organizing the thoughts in my head at the same time
Dare I ask if there are any you have noticed me doing? Be gentle. What are some subtle behaviors you might have that warn your loved one
It has been an amazing three days. Three days of retreat and refreshing. Three…the number of blessings we need to count daily to reach 1,000 by year’s end. Three days…Jesus rose from the dead. Three or in ordinal numbers, the 3rd…April 3rd the last time I saw my sister. Three…What three things are you thankful for today?
And my list continues…
Wild wing to blow away the debris
Squirrels playing out my window
Layers of blue across the horizon
A sleeping child
The reminder if it is this beautiful on earth…Oh my, Heaven!
Waves gently rippling to the shore
White-caps in the distance
Opportunities to serve
Blessings both small and large
The sole seagull floating atop the ripples
Evergreens dancing in the wind
Sunlight providing warmth for the dog’s morning nap
Sunlight, reminds me of the Son
Coffee with a friend
Nephew home from Afghanistan
HOPE – new every day
The breath in my lungs
God freely gave…
Bird’s song early in the morning
Recreation around the feeder
“Heaven is a little closer in a home by the water” welcomes you to the back port overlooking the lake. I’ve spent the past two days enjoying and thanking God for the magnitude and blessing we are surrounded by. I’m still thankful and have the strength and energy to conquer the world when we return to reality tomorrow.
The opening quote for Chapter 6 of Ann VosKamp’s, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, this morning was my “Aha” moment of our entire retreat. Read Ann’s opening remarks…
“Every time you feel in God’s creatures something pleasing and attractive, do not let your attention be arrested by them alone, but, passing them by, transfer your thought to God and say: “O my God, if Thy creations are so full of beauty, delight and joy, how infinitely more full of beauty, delight and joy art Thou Thyself, Creator of all!” Nicodemus of the Holy Mountain
Wow…I continue to enjoy the beauty of His creation outside the vast walls of windows BUT now it is with a different level of appreciation, awe, and hope. If the birds and creatures are this graceful and beautiful in New York…then how beautiful must they be in heaven? If the water, greenery, and aromas surrounding me are so all-consuming powerful…then how much more so will eternity with God be? Oh my…I stand in awesome wonder. I pray you do to.
Oh my, oh my! RELAXATION!! All caps and bold, for sure. This is the best February break I’ve had since the year we visited my brother-in-law in Florida. We might not be far from home yet we feel as if we are in an entirely different place.
With my crate full of writing supplies and the laptop in the bag we entered full of anticipation. We brought paper plates, plastic ware, and snack foods. We ordered a sheet pizza and wings to serve as the “meals” for the next few days. Only one change of clothes because we plan on being bums with positive attitudes ready to relax and enjoy this beautiful Winter break.
Before I had the table set up with my writing tools and the laptop on, there was this majestic bird at the feeder. This is going to be an amazing few days.
In addition to organizing my writing, working on an upcoming speaking engagement, and making notes on other things…I learned to play tennis on the Wii. Not very well, but I tried. The garden tub is a Splash of Serenity and reminded me of my good friend Elaine W. Miller and her newest book to be released soon, We All Married Idiots. If you haven’t read her Splash of Serenity books, they are a must read and you’ll never look at a garden tub the same.
Off to continue the relaxation and rejuvenation…
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope. May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had, so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Romans 15:4-6
Winter break has officially started, seven whole days to be Lisa Buske author and speaker. This is an opportunity to work full-time for Him, with intermittent shopping and coffee dates with friends to break up the “work” time. It will be a wonderful week of prayer, devotion, writing, reading, relaxing and preparing.
The best part of this is the gift of my location for the first half of the week. A friend invited me to “get-away” at their home to dog and house sit. So guess what, I’m retreating lakeside for the next three days!!! I am so excited. We went today after church for a tour and feeding schedules. Mags said, “This is going to be great. I don’t want to leave until Wednesday, for anything.”
Yipee…with the exception of one evening meeting at church ~ I’m retreating! A writer’s escape. Don’t worry about the blog, I’ll still be blogging with beautiful photos to share a little of the beauty and serenity God will be surrounding me with. Yes, Mags will be there too and she has mapped out her three days.
We are looking forward to this get-away as a kick-off to our vacation. Mags is excited not to have homework every day so she can just chillax and me…I plan to write. I have a couple speaking engagements coming up and have been invited back to the River’s End Bookstore for their public reading in March.
I so want to start revising and editing my book yet some have suggested I wait because a few publishers are considering my proposal and manuscript. I was thinking if I continue to revise, add to, and edit it would show the publishers I take my writing seriously yet those who have books published have noted if the publisher is considering my book, they are reviewing the submitted the copy and might not asked for a revamped one.
It might be nerves pushing me to edit but at other times, things come to me that I remember (momentarily) and want to add because they expand on the story but if I don’t write them down, they are lost again in the fog of loss.
If you were me, what would you do?
Edit, revise, and add to the current manuscript or wait and trust the one being considered?
Weeks of prayer and preparation and the end result…a message delivered. With Mom at my side, we arrived at the Mexico United Methodist Church early to set up. Mom knew quite a few people and it brought me such joy to see her visiting and laughing with the ladies. She looked beautiful and the smile on her face showed her joy. I had the opportunity to meet new friends and visit with friends not seen in awhile. It was a great evening.
I started to pray for God’s direction and lead for last night back in December after Kelly contacted me. In January the Lord gave me, “Tragedy to Triumph” as my title and the rest seemed to flow from there. On Monday, with the exception of typing my chicken scratched notes, I was ready. Then the “Body Found in Scriba” stirred the roller coaster families of the missing live on, especially when news like this is aired. The blocks of lift had the potential to weigh me down.
As I prayed this week, the prayers were scattered and jumpy – just like me. Prayers were lifted for those in attendance last night, for the family of the unidentified body, for God’s message through me to be heard, for the body to be Heidi, for the body not to be Heidi, for future speaking engagements, for a snow day so I could hide under the covers, and they went on and on.
BUT this is the most important part. Instead of running away from God I opened my heart, arms, and prayers to Him. He is big enough, strong enough, and loves me enough. I didn’t stop communicating with Him…He knew my needs and how to meet them. I honestly prayed, “Lord, I don’t know if I can speak this Friday without crying. Who wants to watch their speaker cry?” In His strength I spoke last night and in His strength I pray lives were touched. He is able.
Thank you to Chrissy and Beth for debuting me in December and to Kelly and Lisa for opening the “Women Within” for me last night. I’m blessed by each of you and the ladies I’ve met before and after I spoke. May God bless you in return.
To read more about last night’s presentation visit: http://lisabuske.weebly.com/3/post/2012/02/united-methodist-church-mexico-ny-february-17-2012.html
This is my “Forum” page if you want to tab over instead. I’ve designated one page on my site for attendees to have a place to leave feedback, revelations, reflections, and communicate with each other after the event. I encourage you to visit this page too.
As always I look forward to hearing your comments. Last night a few people said, “We were hoping you would have your book with you tonight.” Wow…it made me start to cry again, happy tears…God is so good!
First and foremost I would like to thank everyone for your prayers, emails, posts, and encouragement following yesterday’s email. God is good.
There is much to praise on this beautiful Friday:
-An outpouring of prayers, love, and support were lifted on behalf of myself and my family and my beloved sister
-The family of Jesse Holden have received closure in this part of their journey; please keep them in your prayers during this most difficult time
-There is one less family searching for their loved one
-The Drexel family had a break in their case yesterday
-The storm isn’t going to hit
-Our wonderful and sneaky nephew surprised us yesterday!! He is home and safe from Afghanistan – what a hug of hope after a very long day. We love you Justin!
-I have the privilege to speak to the “Women Within” this weekend and share Heidi, my story and the hope we can have in spite of the tragedies in life
Have a great weekend everyone! A special blog tomorrow, be sure to check it out.
To read more about the missing person’s identification or watch a news clip – click on the photograph of the cross below. Thank you YNN for your coverage.
What is the first thought to go through your mind when you hear “Body Found in…”? Yesterday morning as I drifted through the living room to start my morning routine the news startled me to attention. “Body Found in Scriba”. Then it went to the next story. I collapsed to my knees with tears running down my cheeks.
“Dear Lord, Your Word tells us the Holy Spirit will pray on our behalf when we know not what to pray. I don’t know what to pray dear Jesus. My heart aches. My tears hot on my cheeks with a familiar burn returning to my eyes. Thank you Jesus for the body found. I pray that whoever it might be, for closure in this part of the journey for their family. Or could it be are family? Do I want it to be Heidi or no? If it’s not Heidi, then why not? Why Jesus…why? It has been over seventeen years Lord. Honestly, if it is the gentleman from Oswego or Sodus I rejoice in his discovery and pray for the family as they start the next stage of grieving. Could it be Carol Wood? I don’t know. As I pray for the family with similar feelings, there is this grief and envy within me, why not Heidi? How come you don’t wash her body to the surface? Why do some families wait a long torturous twenty-four hours while others wait years, if not decades? Why…I simply want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head. This isn’t NCIS Lord, Abby won’t have DNA results by morning and families won’t have answers either. Instead we wait, always waiting. Lord forgive my whiny and selfish dump on you. I miss my sister. I want answers. I am sick of waiting. Is the body washed ashore the answer to our prayers…or the prayers of another family? If it isn’t Heidi, does this mean there is hope she is alive? Of course not…or is there. Lord Jesus I lift all this anger, hurt, jealousy, love, thankfulness, hope, anxiousness, and worry to you. I will wait in the tender loving care of your arms. Waiting…why must we wait? If only life were like NCIS…Heidi’s remains would have been found and returned to the family…but this isn’t Hollywood, it is real life. We wait…we pray…we hope…we wait. Amen.”
With God, anything is possible!
May God's Word encourage you today...
“Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for and hope for and expect the Lord.” Psalm 31:24
“And now, Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectation are in YOU!” Psalm 39:7
“But if we hope for what is still unseen by us, we wait for it with patience and composure.” Romans 8:25
“I will THANK YOU and CONFIDE IN YOU FOREVER, because YOU have done it (delivered me and kept me safe). I WILL WAIT ON, HOPE IN AND EXPECT IN YOUR NAME, FOR IT IS GOOD, in the presence of your saints (your kind and pious ones). Psalm 52:9
“But as for me, I will look to the Lord and confident in Him I will keep watch; I will wait with hope and expectancy for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.” Michah 7:7
“The LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him; and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song (my paraphrase – my writing and speaking) I will praise Him.” Psalm 28:7
In His name we pray...Amen
This is one turn, on the family of missing’s roller coaster ride of waiting, for their loved one to be found. News reports announcing “A body found” by a hiker is common in the spring as the snow and ice melts. Phone calls throughout the year to say, “There was a Jane Doe found in “x” and it might be Heidi.” And finally, this one forces one’s stomach to the ankles in seconds; the Sheriff’s undercover car pulls in the driveway and say, “Sorry to bother you, can we talk?” Ugh…we have experienced many of these situations but none of them have concluded with the words we pray to hear, “We found Heidi.” Someday we will…in God’s time.
I am enjoying the daily challenge to develop a personal list of 1,000 gifts for my 2012. A couple years during our women’s study a friend encouraged us to each list our praises and thanks to God daily. I love a challenge and was in need of guidance to organize my quiet time. This is one of my favorite times during the day, thanking God for the things He has blessed me with each day and praising Him for the gifts only He could have showered me with.
As I purpose to list one-thousand nouns of thanks to God for my blog I find it easier to pay attention to the small things in life. Ann’s “February Joy Dare: capture these gifts” is a wonderful tool and springboard to zoning in items I may not have recognized before.
You can download a copy at:
February’s Joy Dares
And my list continues:
11:30 a.m. – a student snuck a hand-drawn valentine onto my table to surprise me
2:30 p.m. – another valentine appeared, from a student not likely to express such care
6:30 p.m. – an appointment ends early which allows us to spend more time together
I overheard my Mom say, “I’m so proud of her…” talking about my daughter
I overheard a colleague mention “It’s that time of year again…
I overheard my daughter share her admiration of Mr. Jordan with her Pop, and Pop’s respect and friendship in return for this amazing man
Writing helps to keep my eyes open for God’s blessings
Blessed with inspiration through the writing of others
Writing brings healing
A shiny copper penny in spite of the February sand in the parking lot
A lost earring, found
A new perspective on life
A hand quilted bag made with love
Blocks for my upcoming speaking engagement – cut, sanded, built, and painted alongside and with the help of my beloved parents (they did most of the work while I was teaching – thank you Mom and Dad)
The strand of single crochet my daughter gave me when she learned to crochet – safely tucked in my jewelry box
A Lake Ontario sunset
Newly fallen snow
The sound of birds chirping
A healthy heart
Blood donated to save lives
My sister’s hair clip - broken
My mother’s locket - fixed
My engagement ring - thrifted
A snow day
A 3 day get-away at my friend’s house on the lake
Laughter in the classroom as children learn
Laughter in the hallways as teachers walk
Laughter at my parents while Pop and Mags chill watching gerbil Olympics
The “Aha” moment for a child
Opportunity to share with others
For my sister’s kidnapping making me the woman I am today – triumph over tragedy with God’s love and healing
To laugh and enjoy life
Jesus paid it all…
Hot coffee from Dunkin Donuts thanks to my secret pal
A freshly baked chocolate chip cookie when I arrived to school
The laundry already folded and put away
God loves me when my daughter says, “I love you Mom”
God loves me when my husband hugs me tight
God loves me…in spite of myself
I lost my sister…
But found God…
And choose to use this tragedy to share Hope with others
Only God knows
Mystery of life
Handwritten note from my sister
Notes from my parents
A missed turn that saved time
A career I love
A house transformed into a home
For answered prayers
For unanswered prayers
A God who ALWAYS answers prayers – yes, no, not right now
Actually Cupid shot me years before but it wasn’t until 91’ when I realized this wasn’t infatuation but love. I first met Ed when I was thirteen, or so. He was four years older than me so his interest in me was slim to none. A few years later, I still thought he was cute and started to “chase” him. This is my mother and sister-in-laws’ descriptive of my pursuit. At fifteen, Ed of course is still four years older than me but my parents would let us do things as a group. Miniature golf, the movies, and heading off to the beach with at least three to four other people were classified as “going out”. A phrase that in itself makes me laugh, we didn’t really go anywhere, and we were never alone.
Fast forward a few years. A college sophomore, no serious boyfriend and I learn Ed has been assigned to leave for Desert Storm. My heart falls to my knees. Of course we haven’t seen each other in a couple years yet I had already told a couple of my friends (at age 15), “I’m going to marry that Ed Buske character.” Everyone laughed except Von who responded with, “When do you plan on telling him?” We both laughed. It was this same friend who delivered the news Ed was leaving the following week. He can’t die; he is going to be the father of my children!
By the time I worked up the nerve to stop at his house and see him before he left, he was already gone. Von got his address for me and I sat down and drafted him one long letter. The biggest shock, he wrote back! And we continued to write for his entire tour, with each of these letters snuggly tucked away in the attic. Shh…he saved all of mine too! I saw them one day when I was organizing the attic; with tears I tucked them back in his duffle. He is a secret romantic.
Ed returned home safely and for our first date we went to the Oswego movie theater and then walked at Breitbeck Park. We talked, laughed, and simply held each other’s hand all night. It was great. Heidi adored him and said one day we would have a daughter “just like her”. Ugh… The rest as they say…is history.
Today’s song was the one his sister sang for us at our wedding. And yes, we do live in a little house, lol, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
His name was Rascal. He was black and white, and my little boy. My gerbil. Over the past week I’ve lost a part of my family, a part of my life. I lost one of my gerbils to a heart attack. I'm not going to lie I was depressed, angry and crying. Put to my surprise, when I was is my room alone that night I sat in front of my gerbil cage.
"Dear Lord, please take in my little gerbil. He was really a good boy, and you know that...... I'm going to miss him, you know that to though. But most of all please help Frank-Kay as he has to live the rest of his life alone........ Amen"
After that I got a little upset, and cried once again. Put I prayed and went to God, my creator. And I was calmed and Frank-Kay he's happier than I expected. He still does a search for rascal around the cage, but then he looks at me as if to say "He's ok, Where ever he is" Frank-Kay is now running and I'm happy, proud and calm. For once.... lol!
So I made it through a death of a family member. A pet, my pet, a part of my family. And just in case you doubt yourself, you can get through it too. We all can! Remember that, when all goes bad.
And happy Early Valentine’s Day!
Our date night was so much fun, my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. We were surrounded by great friends as well as brothers and sisters in Christ. Dinner was delicious, only to be followed by the BEST cake I’ve ever tasted. Yum, yum!
In addition the table was covered with chocolates and candy hearts to snack on from the moment we walked in the door with an ample supply when the evening concluded. Somehow the excess ended up in my bag, lol…thanks to my table mates. The bag that weighed next to nothing when I arrived weighed over two pounds when we left. Too funny!
Mom and Dad needed a few groceries and I had a brain storm for my speaking engagement this coming Friday so instead of heading home we were off to the store. Although exhausted the laughter continued, maybe it was the exhaustion making us silly? Hmm…we dropped off my parent’s groceries before going home (so Dad would have all his supplies for our Ham dinner Sunday evening) and collapsing.
Today was a productive yet relaxing day. Prior to showering for church I painted a prop for my presentation, trial and error for a “special gift” for a certain few in attendance on Friday, and took photographs for my presentation – all before leaving for church. Pastor’s message was wonderful and motivating. With toasted cheese sandwiches and “The Help” playing on the DVD, our afternoon slipped away. Dad’s ham dinner was out of this world and the glaze he dripped every hour on the ham was super sweet. Loved it! We watched a movie on Hallmark with my parents afterwards.
With the woodstove reading 204 degrees when we left my parent’s house we braved the chilling outdoors to return to safely home to our loving dogs. Once in the door, with the leftovers in the fridge, we all assumed our positions. Ed watching sports, Mary getting ready for school and then chillaxin in front of the T.V. with her IPod on, and of course I completed the final stages of painting before retreating to my writer’s cottage to write this blog.
Mary is busy at work putting the final touches on tomorrow’s “Monday with Mags” so be sure to read it. I need to transform my “work table” back into our bed and snuggle in. 4:45 a.m. comes early yet the ideas are racing through my brain so we’ll see.
Thanks again for following my blog and please join me in prayer as I pray and wrap up my presentation for Friday evening. Pray ears, eyes, and hearts are open to the message God has given me ~ for healing ~ for hope to be restored!
Valentine’s Day is in a few days. Do you have something special planned for Tuesday evening? Have you planned something together to make the day memorable or do you have a surprise up your sleeve? Regardless of your plans, we all have at least one person in our lives we can choose to dote on for one day. Who in your life will be blessed to receive a little of your love this year?
My honey is not a romantic and doesn’t believe in waiting for a holiday to express his love. I might get a message or treat for no apparent reason during the week or if he really wants to butter me up, a note on the chalkboard near the door to say he loves me. These are priceless gifts to me and don’t cost a penny. I love to leave him notes and wish I could spend an outrageous amount of money on a card to express my love on holidays BUT he doesn’t like cards or the “waste” of money to purchase them.
I don’t need roses on because they die. I don’t want chocolate because I’m trying to eat healthier and when it comes to chocolate…I’m weak. I love the idea of spending an evening at dinner with my sweetheart yet we know our finances and the inflated cost to “celebrate” our love on Valentine’s Day is silly to us. We went to the high school basketball game last night for date night and had a blast. It cost less than $15 and we had a ton of fun. This evening we will join our friends for a “Friends and Sweetheart” dinner at church. GIIC is the entertainment with door prizes and possibly some Pictionary too. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday night and cross it off to meet societies need to do something for the holiday.
Ed and I have fun on date nights and probably don’t take enough of them yet at this point in the game; we’re taking care of the necessities and the items that fall above the line. I’m thankful we are both only looking at each other and have God at the center of our relationship.
So my challenge to you is this – is God at the center of your relationship or meeting the expectations of the world? Don’t get me wrong. I’m not putting down those who celebrate and whoop it up on the holidays. If the Lord has blessed you with extras to buy or receive a dozen roses, this is wonderful BUT if you have to put them on your credit card – is it truly a necessity? Some people want to be spoiled and doted on; especially on Valentine’s Day by their honey but me…I would love a new hand mixer.
Do you remember a time when children used their creative genius to come up with ways to entertain themselves? A time before computers, high speed Internet, cellular phones, IPods, IPads, netbooks, Xbox and any other electronic device or game you might think of?
As an elementary school educator I often wonder if all the technology is actually harming the creativity and “thinking” processes in our children. I shared this and it sparked an ongoing conversation this afternoon. Our laughter, grief, and reminiscing triggered one of my very own childhood memories.
I was blessed to grow up surrounded by family. Within walking distance were aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. Directly next door was my Gram (Mary Hogan Searles) and Aunt Nancy’s (Searles), well before County Route 1 was relocated to run through the pasture and yards I traveled back and forth. As kids, we spent a lot of time on foot to visit and play at our cousins.
One summer my aunt invited us clean out the milk house and transform it into a “bookstore” and “library”. This was a job we all took seriously. Once the milk-house was cleaned out, Gram “donated” her old books to be used as our first inventory. As the family learned of our break into the world of entrepreneurship, more books were donated.
The shelves were cleaned, books sorted by genre, prices determined, and marketing strategies developed. Never underestimate the power of a few driven cousins inspired by the family matriarchs to not only establish our first business, but to impress Gram. In addition to books, we scavenged the barn for decorative items to dress up our shop. Aunt Nancy gave us an old file cabinet to organize our business materials and store our supplies when the store was closed.
We each had a shift, assignment, and desire to be successful. Most of the time it was my cousins Missy and Shawnacy, my sister Heidi, and me. The boys (Tom, Tim, & Terry) would travel through the store on their way to do chores in the barn, but never bought a single book. This irked us. Not only didn’t they purchase a book, they tracked barn yuck from one door to the next and we had to resweep. Our work was never done.
This was a great summer and we were thrilled to have the opportunity. Now, decades later as I reflect on the fun prior to electronic overload…I’m not sure if I should laugh or stand in awe. My Gram and Aunt not only got us girls to clean up the milk-house, we spent our summer learning.
What did we learn as co-owners of the “Searles Bookstore”?
· How to clean
· Problem Solving
· Team work and Team Building
· Organizational Skills
· To read for enjoymen
· Basic Math & even some statistics
· Daily writing
· Marketing plans
· Advertisement layouts
· Failure is still a lesson learned
· Desire to be successful in our adult years
Of course you may have guessed our book store didn’t grow into a chain of milk-house bookstores yet it provided hours of laughter, disagreements solved, and hope for a future.
And now I realize how cunning my elders were. Not only did they get us to clean the milk-house, they kept us out of their hair all summer doing academics! How did that happen? Go figure. I pray to bless my daughter and the children in my life with the same desire and joy to learn before they realize they’ve been hoodwinked. I have some great mentors, thank you Jesus!
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323