My roses were just beautiful first thing in the morning. The nights have been cooler, we’ve had lots of magnificent cloudy skies, I’ve been doing my best to combat the caterpillars… so this fresh outpouring of rose buds was all set to make a splendid appearance.
And this morning when I went outside with my morning coffee, the bouquets covering the bushes couldn’t have been lovelier.
But alas, the weekend brought with it a terrible heat wave. Those roses were getting used to kinder temperatures… lulled into the sweet security that summer was going to tip toe out. They just weren’t ready for the relentless 105 degree blow torch wind that blew all day. This evening the beauties were just fried, and it made me sad.
There are days when we all feel their pain. Days when we start the morning thinking we have the tiger by the tail, but by sundown it seems the tiger has us.
One step forward and two steps back. There have been many days that have felt that way this year. Nothing major. Just aches and pains, delays on the job, disappointments. You try to start fresh and the hot wind knocks you down.
If you’re right there with me, remember this. We know for certain that cooler days are coming. Those roses will flourish. And so shall we.
Psalm 40:11 – You, O LORD, will not withhold Your compassion from me; Your lovingkindness and Your truth will continually preserve me.
A friend recommended the movie to us and said we’d love it. We were headed to Amarillo to pick up supplies for a remodel project, making it a perfect afternoon to look up a matinee showing before we drove back to Portales.
Searching on the tablet for a place to see the show led to the reviews… which were abysmal. One piece did concede that audiences gave the movie a much higher rating than the professional critics. We decided to trust our friend’s judgment and go to the movie – even though one of the reviews warned you should only see it if you were in need of a good place to take a nap.
I’m willing to place a few bets about the people who gave this movie less than 20% approval.
I’m betting they don’t have a brother-in-law who was so weak after a series of medical treatments that he didn’t have the energy to stand, so he coached his high school team to victory by rolling around in an office chair at the practices.
I’m betting they don’t have a dad who still loves to reminisce about the ballgames he played in the 1950s.
I’m betting they never stood on the 50 yard line and brought a marching band to attention while the student body roared out applause.
I’m betting they don’t have nephews who buy matching shirts and ties and stand shoulder to shoulder while teaching young men how to handle pressure on a ball court.
I’m betting they don’t have cousins who spend hours and hours driving their children to little league events of all types, proudly posting their darling photos in their sports uniforms all over Facebook.
I’m betting “Friday Night Lights” is not a phrase in their vocabulary.
I’m betting they’ve never yelled themselves hoarse while huddled under a blanket at a freezing game between rival schools.
I’m betting they’re clueless about people like me who really don’t care much about the game of football, but who dearly love the grand tradition played out all over America every fall.
The movie was wonderful! It’s the story of legendary coach Bob Ladouceur, and the winning streak of the De La Salle football team. I hope you’ll go see it. Our teenagers need movies like this. We all do.
“When the Game Stands Tall”
What can I say about this ice cream? It’s grand. It’s simply grand. I’ve just had a little bowl for breakfast.
Here you go….
1 Can of Eagle Brand (that’s sweetened condensed milk)
½ Cup of Sugar
1 Quart of Half and Half (that’s 4 whole cups!)
1 Dash of Salt
1 Dash of Vanilla
1 Cup of Pecans
Just mix those ingredients up with a mixer – except for the pecans – and pour them into your favorite ice cream freezer. When the mixture is getting good and ice-creamy, add the pecans little by little. I like big chunks of pecans. I broke halves in half.
Make a batch of this, then come back here and let me know if you love it!
I wrote this for my weekly column in my hometown newspaper. I’m literally surrounded by classmates here in Portales, New Mexico. In my mind I can so easily here the chanting at pep rallies… “Class of ’81 – - is BEST!” I truly believe it.
Here’s to growing up in a small community. An amazing blessing!
And here’s that column…
Another school year begins. Today I’ll share some thoughts with the high school students who are blessed to be attending school in our small community.
Don’t be too quick to determine who has the good looks. There will come a day when you look back at the senior pictures of your classmates, realizing that every young man was amazingly handsome, and every young woman was beautiful beyond compare.
Be nice to everyone. The person you hardly know will someday be your next door neighbor. The shy and quiet girl may give birth to a son that your daughter will marry 25 years from now. You will buy lumber from the cheerleader, and hamburgers from the football player. One of you will become the mayor.
Look around you. Choose five people from totally random groups. Down the road you may very likely sit around a table with this mix, talking about old times, family members, maybe even aches and pains.
You will join together to buy flowers for funerals of those who will pass too soon. You’ll understand that you have more in common with one another than you ever dreamed.
Trust me on this. Make the most of this year.
It was just a Saturday.
Just a day at the end of another hectic week. A day set aside to get caught up in the office without phones ringing every 8 minutes.
I treated myself to coffee on my glider in the morning, while tiny drops of water fell from the sky for a few moments. The rest of the day was spent writing checks, transferring money around to cover taxes and payments, filling in spreadsheets, keeping an eye on Facebook so I could see what all my people were doing for Saturday fun.
G worked on house plans all day. And the cobbler’s children actually got a pair of shoes. For stress relief he worked on our bathroom sink which has had problems for about a year now.
And at 6:00 in the evening I was all caught up with a beautiful, clean and organized desk. So off I went to my barnyard to relax with the task of pulling tiny little weeds from my huge blanket of grass, chatting with my cat.
And I wished my day upon the world.
A day of feeling caught up. A day with enough money in the bank to cover all expenses. A day without terror or persecution. A day of simple chores finally accomplished. A day of security. A day of green grass and healthy crepe myrtles.
My Saturday… how I long to give it to those suffering at the hands of terrorists. I wish I could give the peace of that day to friends and family looking for light at the end of difficult tunnels.
It was just a Saturday.
Every July I spend three weeks in France. It’s been a grand tradition for over ten years now, and I find it’s a wonderful way to get through the long hot days of summer.
The entire country is mine to enjoy, from the beautiful fields of sunflowers and lavender in the south to the Alps along the Swiss border. I always end my journey on the streets of Paris, marveling at the sites on the Champs Elysees.
Day after day I take helicopter flights over the lush countryside, sometimes stopping into quaint little villages. This seems to be the best way to view ancient castles and cathedrals. I love the history lessons that accompany the flights, and treasure every chance to go inside these gorgeous buildings.
Of course I’m there to watch the Tour de France, cheering on riders as they claw their way up steep mountains, flying along narrow city streets at dangerous speeds. The colors of the peloton are mesmerizing as they undulate through rolling hills. It’s a thrill to be there every pedal of the way.
The race is coming to a bittersweet close this weekend. What in the world will I watch on TV next week?
“Seek peace and pursue it.” How I love that passage from Psalm 34. And I love it that a hardworking fisherman turned apostle quoted it in one of his letters.
And oh, how I try to pursue peace!
It’s easier said than done.
But evening after evening I take my little gardening shears in hand, and I dead head my roses. Lots of roses. I try to lose the cares of the day while I clip away, taking delight in making everything fresh.
It’s not always easy to lose the cares of the day. There’s a battle in my heart. I want to fix problems. I want to heal marriages and rescue alcoholics. I worry about lives that seem to be imploding right before my very eyes.
And over the years I’ve lost a lot of peace in my life trying to make everything better.
And thus, the battle. Pursue peace, stay removed, try to make a beautiful rose garden? Or jump into the fray, shed the tears, pick up more scars? Am I the only one who feels guilty while pursuing peace?
The Amplified Bible says to crave peace and go after it. And so I shall. And I’ll keep working toward getting rid of the guilt that comes with not showing up for every function, not getting involved in every crisis, not serving on committees, not confronting every problem.
That’s my path right now.
I have this Jd Challenger mug. A gorgeous portrait named “Wears Eagle Medicine”. And how I love the story of this wonderful coffee cup.
All my nieces are incredibly beautiful and smart and talented… you know that by now. But there’s one girl who holds a special place in my heart, because I was right there with her the moment she was born, and together we’ve shared some great adventures.
Three years ago my mom and I took her on her first visit to Taos, New Mexico. She was only 9 years old, and she was enchanted with the place. I tease her about that little vacation because she was also enchanted with every single store we walked past. She had to have everything any little Choctaw descendant could ask for in the land of Native American treasures. Jewelry, feathers, drums, pottery, leather pouches. The girl wore me out!
She inherited her grandmother’s artistic talents, so even as a little girl she appreciated fine art, and knew to marvel at the paintings in the grand galleries we visited.
On the last day of our vacation we went into the Jd Challenger Gallery. I told Lizzie I was buying something for myself for a change. How I have loved that coffee cup. It brings back the sweetest memories.
Last week my mother and I were fortunate enough to take Lizzie back to northern New Mexico. She’s no longer a little girl. She’s a delightful young lady with an artist’s eye. She had some dollars of her own to spend, and she chose marvelous keepsakes from the Taos Pueblo.
She’s a girl after my own heart. Photographs… that’s what she most wanted to bring home from our amazing time together. And that’s what I wanted to bring home as well.
No new coffee cup this time around. No need. This one will always remind me of the beauty of Taos, and the joy of spending time there with my niece and my mom.
Last month I spent some time praising our nephews for my Father’s Day post. They’re all nice young men, and I was happy to give them the pat on the back.
Today their uncle is another year older… so to celebrate his day, I thought I’d give these guys several reasons they’d be wise to use him as a role model.
As a teenager, he was already running his own small construction business. Every dollar and everything he owns came from hard work, determination and heaping doses of integrity. He has always gone the extra mile with his work – getting up early in the morning, working into the night, answering the phone when it rings. He is fair and honest, and always has been.
You would never realize what an incredible athlete he is, because he’s quite humble and keeps his trophies and medals in a closet that only he sees. (And they’re only on display because I put them there.) Triathlons, racquetball, spearfishing, basketball, running… he has always come out on top. I admire his quiet self-discipline. I wish you could have seen him water ski back in his twenties. He was phenomenal.
He genuinely knows things about other people because he loves to listen and learn. You won’t hear him talking very much about himself. Instead, he’ll be asking questions of others… letting them tell their stories. If they ask to hear his stories, he’ll tell them.
And speaking of talking… he’ll happily engage in conversations of all kinds. Where to get a good brisket, the NBA finals, the most beautiful places to go hiking, loan amortizations, quail hunting, travel plans, where to buy granite. He’s good at making people feel comfortable.
I remember the time we showed up for dinner with some friends, and they’d cooked something that always nauseated him. Literally. They were so excited about the meal they’d prepared. He whispered to me as we entered their dining room, “I will eat this if it kills me.” He’s a man of patience and good manners. Spend a month with him. You will witness this over and over and over again.
He was an incredible trumpet player in his younger years. He loves grand music, and if you were to borrow his Ipod you’d be impressed with the variety of styles. Although he’s so busy with his working world that he has to have daily print outs to keep up with all the places he has to be, all the people he has to talk to, all the connections he has to make… on Saturdays before he leads the singing on Sunday mornings, you’ll find him quietly at his computer for hours choosing his songs carefully, searching the internet for perfect photos to place into his power point presentation. Many Sundays he’s at the church building shortly after sunrise to make sure everything is perfectly ready. I love it when he leads our worship.
He does not lose his temper. I can see when he’s boiling. Others don’t. He is a master of self-control.
What a man of adventure. All this traveling we’ve done around the world, these places we’ve lived… they’re his ideas. While some men may waste their time on the internet looking at things to be ashamed of, he spends his time clicking on travel sites, finding good prices, making reservations to take us to the next exciting destination.
And now, young men… hear this. He has never looked at other women. Never. Not in real life, not in photographs. He looks at me, and he treats me like a queen. He loves to make me smile. In our thirty plus years of marriage there has not been one single time I’ve had a reason to feel insecure about his love for me.
Gary… perhaps the nephews will read this, perhaps they won’t. I mean every word of my admiration for you. And yes… I’m sincere in this… those young men would do well to emulate your actions.
Happy Birthday to most incredible man in the whole wide world!
They come from all across America, young men on this Journey of Hope. And every year when they ride those bicycles through New Mexico, spending the night in Portales, I am overwhelmed by this dedicated group.
These young men from Pi Kappa Phi devote themselves to raising money and awareness for people with disabilities. From sea to shining sea they ride their bikes an average of 75 miles a day, put on puppet shows, and visit with Americans… spreading genuine encouragement.
I invite you to take a few minutes to look at their website.
A little group from our church has made it a tradition to feed these guys a “stacked supper” every year. My contribution tonight was ten pounds of shredded cheese and a huge bowl of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
In return, I was treated to an evening of fantastic conversation with interesting, incredibly polite, amazingly focused college students.
Safe travels on your Journey of Hope. Enjoy that long, long stretch across Texas. When you arrive in Washington, D.C. on August 2, you’ll have completed an amazing feat… one that you’ll talk about for the rest of your lives. Godspeed!
We have these nephews… sons of our sisters, husbands of our nieces… incredible young men.
They’re an amazing group. Collectively, they just about represent perfection in my eyes.
Civil servants, active in their churches, wonderful daddies, charming uncles. They work hard, they play hard.
They show up early to hide eggs in flower beds. They bring rose bouquets to little ballet recitals. They spend days off ice-skating with toddlers, going to zoos, air shows, aquariums.
They wear ties, for crying out loud! Clean cut, polite, helpful, dependable. If they ever utter those “four letter words”, I guarantee you I’ve never heard it.
You guys are champions. I admire you all, and to say I’m proud of you is an understatement.
Wishing each and every one of you… the dads and the uncles and the big brothers… a very happy Father’s Day!
There was the time we went on a double date in high school, and we both showed up in cute over-alls with a matching striped shirt… unplanned! I don’t think we even knew we both had that shirt. And the time I bought some fabric to sew a dress, and was so excited to describe it to my friend… and that very week she had purchased the very same fabric.
Of course there are those other special dresses… the bridesmaid’s dresses we wore in one another’s weddings.
Imagine my surprise when I visited my friend in Japan years later, and there she was in a photo stuck to her refrigerator with a magnet… wearing an identical dress to one I owned! And the next morning, when we came out of our bedrooms ready for a day of sight-seeing… both wearing blue jeans, peach-colored sweaters over white shirts, and fresh water pearl earrings. It was ridiculously predictable.
I stood with that friend in a church building that weekend, listening to her sing a familiar old hymn with Japanese words. Tears fell from my eyes at the thought of two girls from Portales giggling at Sonic, both living on the other side of the world.
I’m back in Portales, and she’s there in Japan. Our friendship is knit together with many special bonds. I rejoice when she laughs. I weep when she mourns. And this week I share with her the love of family, and understanding the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.
My love to you, dear friend.