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Turning. . . A Simple Gift

Posted by on Oct 28, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

Turning. . . A Simple Gift

  Saturday, Bruce and I drove down to Newberry, South Carolina, for Oktoberfest. We hung out at one of our favorite bookstores, Books On Main, visited with friends old and new, and sold books. It was delightful. But, in our minds was the little detail of time. We were on a schedule. At 2:30 we needed to leave since I had another destination that evening. But there were people still buying, so we lingered a bit. After all, if people are buying, you don’t leave. But as soon as we could we packed up, hurried to the car, and Bruce drove back up the mountain.   Then I switched gears. Throwing my already packed bag in the car, I said goodbye to my husband, and off I drove for a writer’s weekend near Boone, North Carolina. Whew.   This is our life. Switching gears. The turn around. The next event, next day at work, next project to get done, next book, next trip. As we drove, the spectacular Autumn foliage popped up around every curve. The season has changed and the trees have “turned”. Bruce commented on the song from The Byrds called Turn, Turn, Turn. (To Everything There Is A Season) by Pete Seeger. As a young adult it was one of his favorite songs. He especially liked the harmonies, and the words come straight from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, which of course talks about the changing seasons.   Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.   I didn’t know the song well, but as he described it, the melody and words floated into my memory, as songs often do. Yes, I knew that song.   Then he mentioned a song I didn’t know. Simple Gifts, a Shaker tune. Here are the words to this piece.   Simple Gifts (by Elder Joseph) Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free. ‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity...

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Who God Made Me

Posted by on Sep 19, 2015 in Uncategorized | 4 comments

Who God Made Me

Often, the question arises at work. How long have you been a nurse? I have to admit that I almost choke when I respond with the answer. Thirty years. How can it be? Where did those years go? I’m not even that old, am I? Oh wait, I am. Well. This week the nursing profession has been in the news a lot. I’m not here to comment on it, although I DO have an opinion. Anyway, because of all of the publicity, my Facebook page has been filled with offers of nurse-y products. Cute t-shirts and sweatshirts with clever or inspiring sayings on them. One of the sayings from a t-shirt caught my attention because of one phrase. “I am a caregiver.” That one tempted me, because, well. I am. A caregiver. The other morning I awoke at 4:55 a.m. and willed the phone to ring telling me they didn’t need me and I could stay home. (After all, who wants to get up at 5:20 a.m. to go to work.) I laid there for a half-an-hour, and when the phone never rang I got up and got ready for work. As I fixed my breakfast a little thrill went through my heart. I get to go to work today and take care of people. I get to see my friends. No kidding. It really happened. I felt a wee bit like I had a split personality! My husband has told me a hundred times, if he has told me once that I can’t quit nursing. “You NEED to take care of people and I didn’t sign up to be the only person you take care of.” So, I am a caregiver. It is who God made me. The next day I loaded books in my car, obsessively checked and rechecked to make sure I had my flash drive in my bag, and drove an hour to Greenville, SC. First I went to my publisher’s office and picked up several boxes of books. For one thing, I was getting low on copies of two of my books. For another, my newest book had arrived. As usual my publisher helped get the boxes to my car and off I went. This time I didn’t just drive home. I went to a school. That afternoon I spoke to two-hundred and fifty students in grades one through six at Hampton Park Christian School. It was delightful. As the students filed in my heart started beating fast. Not because I was nervous. No, because I was doing what God made me to do. I am a teacher. I love children. I was going to teach children about the writing process. I couldn’t wait! I also surprised the students with an unusual event, something I had never done before. The students helped me open my box of new books. Yep, right then and there. It was awesomeness. I came home exhausted but happy and two hours later marched off to Awana. Because, well, it involves helping children...

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