I SEE you!

Oh the times in which we are living....

I hear the word "busy" so often these days, and sometimes I am thinking... "am I BUSY?"... surely I'd know the answer to that... right?

"What are your plans?" so often the question....

MY plans... hummmm another provoking question....

MY plans...

well, let me tell you..... to steal some of my Ellena's words....

I LOVE MY LIFE!!! I LOVE THIS WONDERFUL OVER 50 stage.....

I LOVE WHAT I FEEL GOD HAS CALLED ME OUT OF and INTO~

I LOVE BEING WHAT I AM!

BUT..

sometimes I feel overwhelmed...

One of the things that I always told my Em was....don't take THAT (whatever "that" was) onto yourself, unless it is truly yours. Sometimes oldest children tend to TRY to be the caretakers of the entire world.... (could this be part of the reasons most CEOs are oldest kids??) but as caretakers, often the take on things that are not theirs to handle or not theirs to fix, or .... well, NOT THEIR CALL!!!!

good or bad...this is a documented trait of oldest children.

I am ONE!!!

This morning, as my wonderful husband had papers spread all across my kitchen table, and my daughters called to tell me where they would be and what they had to get done this morning, and my mother called to invite me to one of my weekly treats....lunch with the girls....all this made me chuckle.... I LOVE MY LIFE!!!

I listened to my busy loving family, and I heard a Voice inside....

YOU BE STILL!!!! they can't right now, so

YOU BE STILL......YOU STAND on the WALL and

YOU SPEAK words this morning that will pour out over this day.......

I CAN DO THAT!!!

I am so very blessed....

I am so very blessed.....

I am so very blessed....

I can be still and speak and ask and hear....... LORD that I'd do that more often!!!

so often instead of hearing HIS voice, I begin to get caught in the waves that my precious family is riding at any given moment.

... or I get caught up in some other less important matter like

"look at those spots on my carpet!!! better get on that right now"...

but this morning.... I decided to hear MY LORD's words to my heart

as an intercessor for people I love!

and guess what.........

I began with such a strange sentence

(He'd given me a word 2 years ago... "I see you"... both ways)

and I began by saying to my Jesus.....

"thank You for seeing me!!!"

Does that sound a bit strange to you? well.....it sorta did to me as I spoke those words aloud... sorta like going in to a doctor, lawyer, counselor... or some other such person who'd take time for my needs....... but this was MY GOD!!!! and HE really was SEEING me...... and hearing me and even calling me to make the appointment!!!

Oh the time we shared this morning..... I got to take each of my precious ones to His throne... I got to ask particular blessings on certain ones... I got to ask for the health, well being, spiritual, physical and emotional LIFE of my beloved ones....... I had the right to ask of MY FATHER....because HE said I could!!! I asked for our families priests.......I asked for the circumstances and opportunities...... I asked for.......

well I asked for eyes to see and ears to hear...

TRUTH!!!!

and then He said.......

YES!!!! these are the things He wanted too.......

praying in agreement....my spirit hearing His in me........ what an amazing gift.......

what an amazing call, what a cherished place....

to be allowed to stand on the wall, and ask.......

then He said to me.......

I see YOU!

I thank YOU Father...... You are God, and YOU do hear me, and see me.

Thank YOU for seeing me today.

(and every other time I ask.......and even when I don't.......That's what a Father does!)

Addendum to the story below this one!

ADDENDUM.....to the story.........and such a sweet correction!

Thanks mom!

I love yours and Dad's story!

"A few facts a little off center. Such as, I knew your Daddy from a distance while he was in high school. I did'nt know he even noticed me. His friend Mack assures me that he always noticed me. Only the Christmas after he graduated, came home from the oil fields of Kansas. Walked up to my door in his famous starched jeans and white shirt! He wanted me to go to the Christmas dance at the Coleman Country Club with him. I loved to dance an he was the best dancer in Coleman County. I wore Ellena's strapless black taffeta formal with red and green embroided dots. He brought me a gorgeous orchid. No where to pin it!!! Mim made it into a wrist corsage. That night, the first time he held me in his arms , it felt, like, coming home!! I had never let a boy kiss me on the first date. Well! What a kiss!!!! I think we both knew we would share our lives what an adventure"

HUNTER'S WELCOME

well, I'd thought I was going to see my Aunt Bette's dolls, and well, yes, I did that, (those below are her favorites of the 135 BREAKABLE dolls). She'd poured, sculpted, and crafted each piece of clothing or any other part that was visible to the persons walking into the museum for her show. Then, the next day, I found her FAMOUS in the Abilene Reporter News... my 81 year old aunt... creative and looking so like my Dad, her younger brother... both from the same root stock of creative genius..... although the mediums might be different,

the results come from the same place (I was blessed that Aunt Bette gave the LORD credit!).

This grouping is the King Arthur grouping.....

As I said, I THOUGHT I'd gone to see the museum showing, but as I left Aunt Bette with the bevy of school kids wanting pictures with the artist, I passed some old vaguely familiar places and I stopped.... Do you ever wonder what would be said if inanimate things became vocal? Well, today, I wondered about this sidewalk in front of the old Coleman High School. I remember, as a child seeing a brilliantly blue, shiny satin jacket in my Dad's closet. There was a really big, and fiercely growling bluecat on the back. (not leather like the ones today)... it always captured my childhood imagination... sorta like a superman cape unsuspectingly hiding in the back of YOUR OWN Father's closet... I wondered, what did this say about John Hunter. Could these sidewalks tell me tales of him walking my mom to class?
or, did they sit on these steps leading up to the front doors of the school. I'd heard the stories of the "girlfriend" with whom my Dad had been involved before he was completely ambushed by my mother's winsome beauty. (when Elvis came out with Frankie and Johnny, I understood the story from my little girl's romantic heart for her mom and dad's story).... Elly Mae Clampet had nothing on my mother's black haired beauty!!!!, and my Dad was smitten. Did they sit on these steps and talk about my Dad graduating and my mom finishing 2 years in 1 so they could be together? She was the young cheerleader and he, the dashing Mr. Everything athlete who'd take on the world with the charm of the middle child winning from either end of the deals he'd negotiate on or off the fields of competition.
The I walked behind the school, and I saw another building that I'd never noticed... I wondered... "could this be the old basketball gym"... like in Hoosiers... old wooden floors and bleachers that were only 4 seats tall on either side... A big crumbling, yet still growling bluecat painted on the walls of the gym now used for police training. Interesting change of venue I thought.
Did my Mom wait in this gym for the entrance of her hero in satin gym shorts and wearing the traditional Coleman Bluecat blue. Yes, I can see her cheering for him, Nemo, and my "uncle" Mac... lifelong friends who really had no time for girls and all the time in the world for fishing, hunting or other sorts of boyhood adventuring available to country boys in the 1940's. They were the epitome of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. (my Dad even told me that they used to "tickle" fish right out from under the rocks of the river where they knew every nook and cranny). Girls wouldn't be found there, but then there was my mom... she won his heart and holds it still as tightly as ever.

So, when I went to Coleman on Friday, I thought it was just to see my Aunt Bette's show, but it was more. It was to hear sidewalks and old gymnasiums tell tales of long ago that started a story that continues still.

It's sometimes good to check our roots, and know..... the places from where we start, can be worth seeing. Maybe later I can tell some of the stories I've heard and I've lived, but for now... I just wish walls and sidewalks could talk!

WELCOME........HUNTERS (and allllllllllll that come after them!)

Silence can speak so loudly!

The storms last night were booming and the wind howling as we waited through the storms of the night... but this morning........ahhhh this morning....... I walked into the living room and

Silence...

Silence....

an almost tangible silence greeted my senses. It was like being in a huge concert hall with everyone dressed and ready for the evening. As the time approaches, everyone takes their seats.... the patrons, as well as the artists... all poised for the next moment. Absolute silence in the midst of a packed house.......the room is void, until........the moment

The ONE for whom the room was waiting steps into place and raises his hands...
No one, but he can address the composition for it is He who knows the score. It is he who put this event into motion, and it will be he who brings life to the notes on the pages before him ... the silence is broken, and
the melody begins. What was intended from the beginning is now a reality and the ones who've waited are now completed because the Maestro has stepped into the position that was only HIS from the beginning of the music.
Today LORD, YOU began my day in silence, but I wait in anticipation of the music, the melody that only YOU can direct. I EXPECT YOU LORD, and I am delighted to be at any place in any position at rapt attention to the movement of YOUR touch. You are God and I bow, amazed at YOUR SYMPHONY of the WAY, the LIFE and the TRUTH!!!! YOU ARE!!!! and I am yours.
You alone know the score.......You alone direct the music........You alone are God! I am glad!