Memorial Reflections

Funerals and memorial services always make me thoughtful and introspective.

Today I attended a service honoring a good and godly man who died about a week ago. I didn’t know him very well, but we went to the memorial service to honor his family and to give God glory for his life. It was very inspiring to hear and see how many lives he touched, and what God had done through him.

A pastor I know often says: “I hate performing weddings. Nobody listens to your homily, and it doesn’t seem to make any difference. Funerals, now, there’s where you have a chance to get people’s attention.”

I was very reflective on the drive home. The man who died was about 12 years older than me, and I thought about how easily it could have been me, especially considering my bout with kidney cancer about 18 months ago. I think it is very good for a man to be reminded of his mortality.

Our church was founded in the early 1920s, but one portion of it was added-on in 1965. Apparently someone thought that was worth remembering, because they stamped the date in concrete. You can find it at the foot of the stairs, at one of the corners of the building. Since then, thousands of souls have worshiped in that building and have benefited from the use of it, in body, heart, mind and soul.

A good year

A good year for a church building.

Coincidentally, I was born in 1965, and I wonder what difference I have made to the world or to God’s kingdom in those years? Have I been a useful building in the Church, or am I more like a shed that stores obsolete lawn equipment and forgotten tools? There are a handful of souls that I helped to cross from death into life, but I admit I am greedy for more. How can I be more faithful to God? How can I get out of the way for His faithfulness to shine through my life?

One theme that I noticed in the memorial service is that the man who died was one who deeply sought to know God. Interestingly enough, that was a major part of our discussion in Sunday School today — do I seek God for His blessings, or do I seek a deeper knowledge of Him, and how to please Him? It can get tangled, because as we seek God and know more of Him, we start to act in ways that are more pleasing to Him, and then He blesses us (since many of His blessings are conditional). But which is first in my heart, the love for God’s blessings, or my love for Him?

Being reminded of death makes me thoughtful, but not necessarily any wiser.

Project 365, Day 137
Tim

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Rachel’s Return, Learning to Drive & a Homeschool Dance

Rachel is home!!! We’ve been anticipating her return for weeks. Our texts have mostly consisted of, “See you soon!” and “Only one more paper/final before you come home!” And a few, “Don’t Panic, the semester is almost over!” Or even, “Yikes, almost a sophomore!!”

We spent most of Friday getting things ready for Rachel’s return – moving David out of Rachel’s room, cleaning out dressers, going through old clothes, taking apart the bunk bed, and cleaning the house. At some point during the day, Tim got a cell phone update on Rachel’s flight, saying the flight wasn’t due until 10 pm. We had expected her at 9 pm, so this was quite a delay. Still, we didn’t think much of it as it seems airlines are free to change itineraries without permission these days. We had a lovely dinner with our nephew Timothy, his wife Sunny, and baby John. Around 8:30 pm I decided to input Rachel’s flight in my phone flight tracker. At that point the info said her flight was coming in 8 minutes early and would be there at 8:37.

WHAT??!! I hurried to check it again, tried to find the notification that said she wasn’t due until 10 pm, and had a moment of panic. Just as we were rushing to grab shoes, say a hasty goodbye to Tim and Sunny, I got a text from Rachel saying she had landed.

UH OH! We’re a good 45 minutes (when there’s NO TRAFFIC) from the airport. Time to hustle!! David and Sarah jumped into the car with me while Tim stayed home to finish putting together the bed we had bought that afternoon to put in Rachel room. Poor Rachel had to wait for us – no glory for the returning college student!

Now, I should say, to our credit Tim managed to secure Rachel a first class seat on her flight from Dallas to Seattle. Hee hee! Surprise!! Yay for frequent flier miles!! So, although she FELT like we had forgotten her, we were just given wrong info. LOL. And, her dad spoiled her with a surprise First Class seat for the long flight home. A warm cloth to wash hands, a lovely meal, ice cream served in a glass bowl, and room to stretch out. Luxuries these days!

Many hugs and kisses and excited greetings!!

Saturday was our first full day together. Rachel’s friend Jenny came over for a visit. Daniel took the girls driving – time for Rachel to start learning how to drive a stick shift.

Love these three!

Love these three!

Daniel takes Rachel off for a drive.

Daniel takes Rachel off for a drive.

Look closely at that window!

Look closely at that window!

Later that evening the three younger kids went off to the Homeschool dance. Rachel stayed home and worked with Tim. They planted tomato plants and some lettuce for me, and even surprised me with three window boxes full of flowers. They had a lovely time while the rest of us kicked up our heels and did a little swing dancing.

So beautiful!

Looking sharp!

Beautiful Sarah!!

Beautiful Sarah!!

Okay, the kids danced, I worked behind the scenes in the kitchen and helped with the cleaning.

David is a good dancer.

David is a good dancer.

By the end of the evening, Daniel was done swing dancing and decided to pull out a board game. Gotta love a resourceful kid who knows how to make the most of a good party.

Teaching Alex how to play DC Comics.

Teaching Alex how to play DC Comics.

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I think they ended up with a full table of people playing DC Comics, including the wonderful caterer, Duncan Cross. None of them seemed to mind that they had to use a phone as a light for the table while the room was dim for the dance crowd.

It was a great party!
So glad to have Rachel home!

Here’s to the beginning of a great summer!
Project 365 – Day 136
Kathy

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A New Generation

Two summers ago, we had the opportunity to attend my nephew Timothy’s wedding in Siloam Springs, AR. At that time we had the chance to meet his lovely bride, Sunny, and to wish them both well as they embarked on the journey of becoming one in marriage.

My newphew, the OTHER Timothy Edgren.  Probably the New and Improved Version.

My newphew, the OTHER Timothy Edgren. Probably the New and Improved Version.

Now they have moved to Washington, and we get the chance to see them in action, growing in grace and becoming more like Christ as they encourage each other. Not only that, but now they have little John with them. It was so delightful to have them here for dinner, and to see them launch a new generation of our family in the person of little John Mark.

Sunny is a great Mom -- so glad to have her in the family!  And John Mark entertained us all with his chortling and falsetto singing.

Sunny is a great Mom — so glad to have her in the family! And John Mark entertained us all with his chortling and falsetto singing.

Tonight is also Rachel’s homecoming — but I’ll leave those pictures for Kathy, tomorrow. I’m not sure Rachel will want to be photographed after a long day of airline lines and travel.

Project 365, Day 135
Tim

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Walking for Calories

As Tim mentioned earlier this week, we’re all working on getting healthy and counting calories. I’ve been so encouraged to use myfitnesspal.com to keep track of my progress – foods consumed, exercise accomplished, weight lost.

Well, tonight’s dinner was just a little too tasty. It wasn’t the buttered shrimp or even the marinated salmon that put me over the limit. I think it was the brown rice. I usually don’t eat a heavy starch in the evenings, but I was hungry and the big pot of short grain, delicious smelling brown rice just cried out to be eaten.

I only had a half a cup.

And then topped it off with another half. Heh heh. By the time I recorded my food I realized that I was going to need to take a good LONG walk to burn off some calories.

One of our neighbors has a garden in his front yard.

One of our neighbors has a garden in his front yard.

Thankfully it’s spring and the clouds cleared up late this afternoon. Plus we live on a nice, peaceful street. And I have several family members who are wiling to walk with me.

Flowers down the street.

Flowers down the street.

First Tim and I walked a mile and a half together. Then I walked a mile by myself (while making a phone call – multitasking mom here). Next Sarah came out and joined me (barefoot no less). All in all, I walked over an hour and logged in enough calories to keep me on track for the day.

A single blossom on a pretty tree.

A single blossom on a pretty tree.

Whew! Thanks for walking with me, Tim and Sarah. After the walk I prepared myself a nice tall fruit smoothie using the hurom high speed blender picked up online.

Selfie with Sarah!

Selfie with Sarah!

Tomorrow I will be a little more careful. Although it was lovely getting outside and enjoying some of the beauty of the day.

Project 365 – Day 134
Kathy

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A Few of My Favorite People

I was chatting through instant messenger with my oldest son, today. He provided me an update on his exam and project schedule, and we bantered as is our wont, vying for the most obscure movie quote or cleverest non-sequitur. Along the way, he mentioned that he would be seeing my brother later today.

“Shall I say anything in particular to your brother, when I see him,” Joshua asked casually?

“What? My brother is coming to Jackson?” Immediately, I felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

“Yes, you see, he loves his children, so he visits them.” My oldest boy doesn’t pull any punches, when he lays on the guilt.

A gathering of Edgrens and a Leaf.

A smattering of Edgrens and a Leaf.

And so, I wasn’t there for this photo. Glad as I am to have been born a citizen of this country, I am sometimes irritated by the sheer size of the United States. My brother lives in Williamsburg, VA, while I live in Western Washington. It’s just not right, how far apart you can be and still live in the same country.

Time for a road trip?

Project 365, Day 133
Tim

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