Mary Kay

Aunt Kathryn

Aunt Kathryn, as she was known to our family, passed away this past June. When I think back to my memories of her, I think of all the things she taught me. They are words that everyone wants to pass on to their family – words like responsibility, hard work, perseverance and encouragement. She lived out these words every day. Continue reading

Can thankfulness really be commanded

I checked out the blog of my friend Sylvia Schroder. Her Thanksgiving post really spoke to my heart.

Her answer to the title question is that yes, thankfulness can be commanded because God does. The concept of being thankful is found more than 160 times in scripture.

I joined her in her dislike of seeing myself in the Israelites in the wilderness. God had done so many things for them, yet they complained.

Until I read her blog I didn’t think of my frustrations as complaining, but that’s exactly what they are. Bad things happen, and I focus on that instead of on gratitude for the good things that God has given me or done for me.

Last year was a difficult year for. We had a lot of sickness and lost several close friends and family members. Yet even in that, God was good! He miraculously saved my cousin (a story for another day). He showed me wonderful new beginnings even in the midst of the sadness.

Sylvia said that thankfulness comes from a trust in God. I think that gets to the heart of it for me. I found out in a Bible Study this fall that I really do have an issue with trusting God. When bad things happen, I want to trust myself instead of God. I have proven over and over that I’m untrustworthy, but God has continually proven trustworthy in my life.

Thankfulness is a command and a choice to trust God. Something that I’m going to start doing each day.

God I am thankful for all of the small and large things you do in my life!

Please check out Sylvia’s blog at Can Thankfulness Really Be Commanded?



Hanging On To Hope

This blog by my friend really spoke to me tonight. It made me think of my mom who persevered through her battle with ALS. It also made me think about that time as a caregiver when I kept on even though someitmes I din’t feel like I had hope. God always provided me the hope I needed.

This year has been a tough year for so many people. So many of our family and frineds have sufferred illness and death of loved ones. It’s been a hard year to live through, but God has continued to give us hope – through friends, through our granddaughter and through our children.

I pray that 2016 will be a blessed year for you, and that God will use this blog to bring hope to your life.

As the Kansas winter blustered through my yard, I noticed a unique snapshot of the season.leaf - hanging on

Although all the other leaves had already let loose and dropped to the ground, one leaf still hung on.

In spite of the wind, the calendar day and its length of life – a lone leaf clung tightly to the branch that had given it life.

It didn’t take long to wrap my heart around the analogy and honor thousands of saints who continue to cling tightly to their true source of life.

They persevere in spite of the calendar days that scream, “You should have given up already.”

They hang on in spite of the circumstances of life or the opinions of others or even of well-meaning friends who speak cruelty.

These are people who inspire me to persevere as well:

  • The single mom who drives her children to church even though she…

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True Wealth

This is my reblog for this week. I’ve been struggling for some reason to figure out how to re-blog. I hope this works. It’s not the exact details of this blog, but the sentiment that struck me. Having enough money is nice, but it’s really not about our monetary richess that matter. It’s the richness of our relationships. Both our relationship with God and our relationship with others. We truly do need to look at the blessings in our lives that God has given us.

Hope you all have a wonderful week.

Source: True Wealth

Aunt Faye

  Not many people live to be 100, but my Aunt Faye did. She died two weeks after her 100th birthday on January 2nd. I thought that I wouldn’t cry. She had lived a long and full life, but I surprised myself by how sad I was. I saw the pictures of her. Some of them brought back warm memories. Other pictures showed the essence of what made her the person she was.

My favorite memory of my aunt Faye was the first time she met my baby gitl. She looked down and with awe in her voice, she said “Oh, what a sweet dolly!” The love that I heard in her voice stole my breath away. She never had children of her own, so her nieces and nephews meant the world to her. I remember spending one Christmas Eve at her house when I was young. I was afraid that Santa wouldn’t be able to find me. Aunt Faye told me not to worry that she had told Santa where to find me. When I woke up the next morning, it was obvious Santa had some help because there were a lot of presents.

Aunt Faye survived some of he hardest times that our country has gone through in the last 100  years. She married Uncle George during the Great Depression. She traveled with him while he sold auto parts. They made it through that and World War II. During her lifetime, she owned Dairy Sweet and then when I was in elementary school she owned a paint store. She also sold gifts in the store. She would come to the city where we lived to buy things for the store. I loved going with her and seeing all of the neat things that she bought. 

She taught me so much. She taught me to work hard and to be a fighter. She was tenacious and had remarkable perseverance. If I could only use one word to describe her, it would be spunky. Uncle George died 25 years before Aunt Faye, but she lived her life. She had her own apartment in a senor center for years. She had friends and learned to go on with her life. Even as her mind went in the nursing home, she was still spunky and ornery, sometimes a little too much. She knew her own mind.

I hope that I can take some of that spunk and tenacity with me as a tribute to her.

Christmas traditions 

Each week on Thursday I am going to share a blog post that I’ve found. I will also give my thoughts  so here is my first Reblog Thursday. 

A friend shared this on Facebook, and I loved it. What a wonderful way to celebrate the Advent season. Mark days off of the calendar as you do something kind for someone each day. It’s a great idea to help all of us think less about what we’re getting for Christmas and to think more about others.

A Letter to my Mother

This is what being that special mentor in your life is all about. Well said Tim. I’m proud to say that I know his mama. I remember her in the days he talks about in his blog, and I wish that I had done more to help her then.

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Dear Mom,

Lately while working on a project for starting up a music studio, I was asked who my greatest mentor or my greatest instructor has been.  Although I don’t rub shoulders with A-List celebrities everyday, and I don’t know anyone that owns a Ferrari (at least no one that will admit to owning one) I have had several people that have severely impacted the course of my life.

I could start at the beginning, and say that my my first music teacher, Mrs. Christisen was my greatest mentor.  She took a clumsy, starry-eyed little boy and began fostering a fanatical love of the arts and laying the foundation for the perseverance and commitment needed not only to create beautiful music, but also needed in order to be successful in any area of life.  While I may not have my name in lights on Broadway (not yet…), or be playing…

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