This summer saw an end of an era and the beginning of a new one. After sending kids to public school for twenty three years it's time to find something else to do with my fall. My baby birdie has graduated from high school and it is a strange feeling not spending a small fortune on supplies. Although now that small fortune goes to college bills, food and gas.
I remember thinking when she was born, how old I would be when she graduated from high school. And now here I am beyond middle age(if I live to be my grandparents age, I'm already past middle age)!!! As I've thought about the adventure that awaits, I truly thought I had arrived in the 'wisdom' department. Hey, I've survived raising four kids, four moves from Iowa to Kansas to Indiana to New York, times 2, and navigating the life of a ministry wife, which I love by the way.
This summer I was
searching the scriptures
tearing the Bible apart to understand what it means to be wise. James 3 didn't disappoint.
It's not so much what we say that makes us wise, but how we live. Digging deeper into the book of James I found what I was looking for; what it means to be wise. I want to be a woman who fears the Lord, a woman who builds a lovely home; not Sir Fool who comes along and tears it down brick by brick. (Proverbs 14:1, The Message)
Wisdom from above=
- open to reason
- full of mercy and good fruits
- Am I gentle and reasonable?
- Does my life overflow with mercy and blessings?
- Can I do the hard work of getting along with others?
- Can I treat everyone I meet with dignity and honor?
These are all questions I'm asking as I pursue godly wisdom, making sure I don't put a tomato in fruit salad. By the time this posts I will be flying across the U.S. to eat ravioli with my granddaughter..and visit her parents. And then off to Iowa in October to celebrate my nephew's wedding. I think I like this new fall schedule.
the friendly and generous reception and entertainment of guests, visitors, or strangers. (Dictionary.com)
I'm of the opinion that hospitality can be practiced anywhere, not just in our homes, and may I suggest it can be practiced from our cars?
A couple of weeks ago I was travelling with a friend to the Baltimore area. We were making good time, hoping to arrive at our destination with plenty of time to snooze, relax and have lunch. None of that would happen as we came to a standstill on highway 83 near Baltimore. We were not only stopped, I eventually shut the car off, for two and half hours..parked. You can imagine the frustration beginning to brew, not in our car because Shelley and I hadn't spent much time together lately, we both have kids about to graduate highschool and we always have something to talk about...not just our kids.
People were getting out of the cars, none too happy, and definitely not in a hospitable mood. A young woman got out of her car next to us to talk to who we thought were state troopers walking by, only to hear them say they had no idea what was happening. They had on official uniforms, but not sure what their 'official' job was. Girl in the car next to us was beyond exasperated, which I could understand, but there was nothing we could do, there was no way to go forward or backward. As I was thinking, in a nice way of course, 'girl get back in your car, there's nothing you can do', I looked back to see she had two car seats in the back seat. One an infant, the other a toddler, arms flailing, feet kicking and none too happy about being strapped in a car seat for over two hours.
There wasn't much that could be done, but we did have a bit of food along for the ride. I reached back to our stash, grabbed a box of crackers and handed to girl in the car. Toddler in the car was immediately happy and distracted for a few minutes. Shortly after that, we drove off into the sunset.
This isn't a post to toot my own horn, but a reminder we can do unto others wherever we might find ourselves today. We can practice hospitality to our family, friends, but especially those we don't know or even people we wouldn't necessarily associate with.
What could you do with a box of crackers?
I was born and raised in Iowa and have been back to my first home to visit more times than I can count. My brother-in-law, Mike, who is the director for Marshall County Conservation, took our family to a place we have never been, and I was naive' to the fact it existed. Marietta Sand Prairie is only a few miles from the farm I grew up on. On our recent vacation, we walked through this protected sand prairie at sunset. It was the highlight of a hot and humid day.
Hopefully, my sisters and mom won't mind having their pictures here. I'm not much for selfies, but I couldn't resist these crazy girls that I love. Julie and Janet could be twins and I've often wondered if I was adopted. For those of you who know my extended family, you will often hear me say I got the Lynk's gene. And just a reminder about my beautiful hair... it was the end of a very hot and humid day!!!
Check back for more Vacation 2015 posts. I'm still recuperating from driving....well riding...1000 miles Monday into Tuesday morning. Rob put the pedal to the metal and we drove straight through. These two clowns kept us company.
Do you know what the best part about coming back from vacation is?
Finding money in the bottom of the dryer after doing the first vacation load of laundry.