I was transported on a time machine last Wednesday. This 61 year old became 91.

Well, sort of felt like it.

I couldn’t move my right leg after getting out of the swimming pool and going for an errand at Costco. I got myself into the house and the rest of the day I avoided excruciating pain by lying still. I had to use Ed’s old walker to get around.

God had this incident in His hands, though. I already had an appointment with my physical therapist for Thursday morning, so my dear Ed came out to fetch me and take me to Shoreview for this.

My therapist, who has known me for 20 years now, surmised that it was tendon/ligament/muscle—like a sprain, and needed 72 hours to rest and heal with heat.

BINGO!

Now it is Monday, and after several pain filled days I am moving around without the walker.

What a scary experience.

I was crying out to God, asking for prayer from my social media friends, my Bible study—everyone. Excruciating pain does that to you, also a major life change.

Thoughts cross your mind: is this forever? why did this happen? what did I do?

I remember our dog Misty (our corgi pictured above, who passed away several years ago) had Lyme Disease, and I could see all sorts of similarities in my own situation. Joint issues, unable to move…

Gandalf came in with a tick on Friday which made me think. This is October in Minnesota. Yes, there are ticks. Just not as many. We always get ticks here at Corgi Hollows in the spring. It’s a yucky expectation.

Anyway….I had hoped to winterize my Kaffe Stuga (the porch) over Minnesota Educators Association weekend (I had 3 days off from subbing last week) but THAT didn’t happen. Thankful for the continued warm temps, though I know it’s weird for our climate.

I’ve been really busy with subbing and getting back to the hotel this fall. Lord willing I will continue to heal and regain mobility as the week progresses. Thank you for your prayers!!!

I will see a doctor soon. I got an appointment for a Lyme blood test.

I look out my windows at this autumn glory and my heart still sings amidst the pain. It’s beautiful here.

Friends have been generous and thoughtful. I AM BLESSED.

GOD IS GOOD. HE IS ALWAYS GOOD.

Transporting back to 61…………………….

MARANATHA!

There are so many things that I think I know better than God. Things I wish were true, but aren’t.

But if they were true I would be God. Or, at least I would have created a god in my own image.

I wish it were true that everyone went to heaven.

I wish it were true that there wasn’t a hell.

I wish it were true that people just could love each other, accept each other, be kind to each other.

I wish there were no war.

I wish there was peace.

I wish that no one would get sick. I wish that no one would be weak. I wish that there would be no unwanted humans in the world, no racism, no abortion, no selfishness, no stealing, no bad words, no pain, no…..

What an amazing god I’d be. I’d want a bunch of robots who adored me all the time.

BUT THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH.

The truth is that there is sin and sadness, sickness, death, hatred, pride, and pain. The truth is that abortion is allowed in Minnesota up until birth of a baby. I have heard of cases where a baby is killed after birth. I’ve heard. Just saying.

Does Minnesota law have a ‘viability’ threshold limiting abortion? Well, that depends

https://www.mccl.org/post/minnesota-legislature-repeals-protection-for-born-alive-infants-support-for-pregnant-women

Look it up. The law passed a couple of years ago. Walz signed it.

I wish it were not true, but it is.

When that law passed I thought of how God was going to punish this wickedness for this beautiful state.

He sees. He knows. It’s His creation, and he is just. He will judge.

The late Francis Schaeffer wisely called abortion a “watershed issue.”

If you value life you will be anti-abortion. If you value selfish pursuit you will be pro-abortion. (What is in the interest of the mother/child/father/family…)

God chooses to bring humans into this world, this beautiful world. Life is always a gift. Existence is a blessing.

Why did He hate the worship of Baal/Baphomet so much? It was because of the sacrifice of human life. WE are not animals. We are made in His image.

I believe that the first sacrifice of a lamb to cover Adam’s nakedness was a ritual of deep sorrow for God. Sacrifice is a horrible picture to illustrate the severity of sin.

God loves those animals, too.

Witchcraft sacrifices life. Abortion sacrifices life. War sacrifices life. Anywhere there is sacrifice of life it is the result of SIN.

God defines Himself. Our wishes are not the truth about God. He WILL judge.

God defines Himself as love. What kind of love?

An eternal love. A just love. An amazing love, merciful, gracious, kind, and wonderful.

Are you following God? Not the one in your imagination, but the God of creation, the God of the Holy Bible?

Yes, Christianity started in the garden of Eden with the presence of the LORD. The story is all there.

Read it. Believe.

Find the TRUTH.

Jesus said “I am the way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father but by me. “

Read it and get right with God, the One True God.

See you in eternity!

MARANATHA!

…doesn’t exist…in my opinion.

Today I drank coffee with Cheri facing the sunrise, outside by the kitchen garden on our little rocking bench that needed work this summer: the fabric failed, so Cheri found an old piece of lumber to place on it so we could still sit and rock occasionally.

Nothing is simple. Stuff breaks too often!

I’ve written over and over about how spoiled I was as a wife. Brian fixed anything and everything. He was a genius capable of that. No job was too difficult, but time was always a factor. Poor guy! Living here on this farm since his passing has revealed all of his “unseen” chores. I hope God is letting him know how appreciated he was!

Car care, wood pile maintenance, yard stuff, keeping the nuts and bolts of the house working seamlessly—(Not for the faint of heart, here in the country!) Snow removal —!

He took care of the bills, the finances, the nitty-gritty.

When the plumbing failed he figured it out.

He always saved us $$$ with house repair and new projects.

Husbands are wonderful. Appreciate yours, if God has allowed you to have one. Just being able to discuss things with a partner is such a blessing.

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But we drank our coffee facing the sun and the morning was lovely. It’s September. What more can I say? Minnesota September can be paradise.

Do they have a study on how people are affected by facing the sunrise versus the sunset in an apartment? I think seeing the sunrise is a must for the day.

Of course in the winter months I’m at school already, usually. It becomes a luxury then.

Tomorrow I am back in the saddle at school. Fifth grade math tomorrow. I had that weird sickness and I’m still taking my horse paste ivermectin to medicate and fight it. I think a week of sunshine, walks with the dogs, and rest was helpful.

I saw an interesting video about nanostructures last night. There is a study in Korea and Japan that was published/peer reviewed about how people with moderna and pfizer options may be experiencing some form of tiny structure formulating in their cells now. It’s worth looking at. A scientist from England was presenting the study on a video. Again, I say, worth looking into. (If you still can)

A friend has cancer. It has metastasized. I don’t know how long she has, what her thoughts are. I think she has put it in God’s hands.

I just found out this week and I’ve been grieving for her.

If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. Job 14:14

Yes, God has appointed our days, our time here. Some may not be willing to accept that truth, and it may be a hard truth for those of us who have lost. It is a Biblical truth, however, and it can be weirdly comforting.

Nothing can “kill” you with out God’s permission. You will not live a day longer nor a day less without His appointment. Suicide may be a self-driven decision, but God in His infinite power did not stand aside powerless. God knows.

This is a fallen world with much suffering. I believe Jesus truly grieves at our pain. Cancer is, perhaps, one of the most blatant indications of a fallen creation.

Because of its increase and its persistence worldwide I think it indicates Christ is coming back soon. I know there are theories out there that curing cancer would be taking away a milk cow for the pharmaceutical companies, that there are multiple ways to cure cancer that God has given in modifying diet, herbs, lifestyle, etc.

I am a watcher.

But ultimately God is in control of our days, and those of us who know this can stand confidently each day that we are given, resting in the assurance of His sovereign will over all of creation. His plan still holds, even as we go about our daily stewardship of living life wherever He placed us on this earth.

So, today I will be a good steward and go to the YMCA at Ridgedale, swim for an hour, lift some weights, hit a racket ball, walk the dogs in the hay field.

I sat and got some vitamin D with Cheri, but if the sunshine holds today I should get a bit more.

Read “Five Loaves and Two Bowls of Borscht” by Janice Lemke.

One thing that I remember from that book is the Ukrainian women sunbathing practically religiously all summer. Storing up sunshine for winter….

That thought stayed with me.

One of our oncology nurses once mentioned that coffee is the USA’s number one antioxidant.

Drinking coffee in the sun is really a cancer fighter. We can rest in God’s wondrous healing hand, too. Each of our cells is His, the body is His temple.

His timing, His healing, His hand—when we have given our lives to Him.

Peaceful rest, stillness, awareness that His will WILL BE DONE. The simple life.

MARANATHA

Consider praying for LAY, a huge influencer in Asia. Listen to his lyrics, notice his symbolism. Such a pretty song—and truths, too. Just add his name to your prayers for salvation.

Late summer has a way of bringing out the poetry. Everything that surrounds us is practically perfection, here, at least.

The leaves are full and the sun shines gently, not the harsh of early August.

Fruits are ripened, plants are mature.

The work of the harvest consumes the time and energy of farmers and gardeners, but those of us who simply seek to tame our property have a respite from the wild growth that characterized the first months of summer.

I have had a revisiting of my illness that I experienced aboard my cruise ship. It was Sunday night when I started feeling a little feverish again. My throat was sore the next day and I have been lying low all week in hopes of a good rest being the antidote to it all.

Feeling blue/dark hearted this time of year is also one of my biorhythms. It started in my childhood when I dreaded the end of summer, the beginning of the school year.

Perhaps a tendency toward melancholy nurtured my periodic bouts of depression. Anyway I do experience depression, and I find all sorts of ways to deal with it, not chemically.

Other than caffeine. perhaps.

As I got older I became aware of hayfever, and this year hasn’t been too bad, but I think I’ve had a touch of it.

A trifecta of yuk; being sick, hayfever, depression.

But my mom told me about a conversation she had with her Swedish grandson-in-law. He said there was a monk in Scandinavia that learned how to deal with Seasonal Affect Disorder by embracing the dark—leaning in to it, finding the silver linings of it. It seemed an effective plan, and birthed “Hygge” and candlelight, fika and fellowship.

I will let the pain in my heart have its way today, the grief that visits me unannounced —perhaps not as frequently as before. The loss that I still calculate from time to time.

I am feeling the privilege to be alive today.

Humans are the exact middle of the created universe some physicist once said—between the seemingly endless boundaries of our known existence and the micro string theories that mathematically present themselves—God made us the center of that.

He chose to bring eternal beings into existence in this precious womb of planet earth.

What a great privilege to be His loved creation.

Can we not appreciate His greatness?

He is awesome.

Some chipmunks chose to place perfect acorns in a little angel dish my mom has in her garden. What sentience brought this little act about? Certainly it wasn’t random! There is a sweetness in our animals, both wild and tame. God put it there.

Our gray and red squirrels are so busy. I see them burying acorns all over the place. Deer will feast on the acorns that carpet the ground under my many, many oak trees.

Oak wilt has visited our area, but God has preserved most of ours. Something has pestered the old fashioned lilacs nearby, and they are looking terrible, blooming again in September, which is just wrong. The feeble blossoms are fragrant, blessing the bees, I guess.

I have a dread that these bushes may be beyond recovery.

Everything changes. Death comes to all things on this fallen planet.

That is why I focus on our blessed hope, the glorious appearing.

Too many people do not understand the timeline of what is to come, the whole picture of God’s feasts and His promise to redeem His creation.

There are covenants He made with us, with the animals, with Abraham, with Israel. Too few people understand these monumental promises.

Those of us who seek to know them can see that they are still in play, slowly (to us) unwinding and coming to fruition.

There has never been a time more exciting to live, looking up, waiting and watching for our Lord to come for us.

I understand that death and destruction are also a part of the prophecies.

I choose to put my hope and joy in anticipating God’s great restoration of Heaven and Earth—as He promised. He will make all things new.

Those who believe in Him, in Jesus, have that promise, that covenant to live in hope, not fear.

No fear.

MARANATHA!

I’m sitting on the porch this morning and reflecting on the past weeks of activity. My fall calendar is taking shape, and I’m figuring out what to say no to, what to commit to, what the things are that must be worked in.

The coffee is from my thrift store nespresso machine, the cardamom roll is from the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis. It’s a little stale, but delicious. I feel so pampered and Scandinavian today!

Do you want to hear about the fun days just lived?

Let me start with the arrival of my cousin and close friend, S—. She is my tonic, always making me laugh and game to try anything. Mischief is part of the experience every time we’re together.

We conquered the Minnesota State Fair TWO days, she with her recent knee replacement, even. Extreme heat and even a storm, as well.

We visited the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with my mom, who has been a member there as long as I can remember. We got First Kiss apples at the University of Minnesota Arboretum apple house. Each apple is a work of art. Still life artists would swoon at these apples.

We went to the Karin Larsson exhibit at the American Swedish Institute. This is a sweet story about the life of an influential woman, both in the arts and in lifestyle. I am so glad that the ASI did this exhibit.

The reason for my cousin’s timing of this visit was, of course, the fair (only 12 days in late summer) but also for a celebration.

My mom is 90 years old now, and we decided to celebrate that during these halcyon days of late summer.

Our Minnesota weddings and funerals held October to May can be risks in and of themselves. Weather is always a factor. This was a birthday, so we could celebrate when we wanted!

Such a perfect party, really. All the right people showed up, the cake was delicious (thanks, Costco!) and the temperatures were perfect, both coffee and outside 😉

We sat on the porch and the little ones (my four grandchildren) ran around outside with Margaret’s two Chesapeake Labs. Yuki and Corwyn stayed home. They watched through the front bay window.

It was an idyllic family gathering, also with some of my mom’s close friends.

Last night mom got word that one of her closest friends passed away. She has been to so many funerals of late. That happens when you are 90.

She is in good spirits, getting around to her various appointments and commitments. I have so much to be grateful for, and I’m always delighted to see how much she enjoys her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

I brought my cousin to the airport on Tuesday, and felt depressed that whole day. She lives in Arizona, so I will try to find a sweet airfare deal to get some vitamin D with her during this school year. I am pretty good at finding flying bargain rates—rarely paying more than $100 round trip!

It can be a blessing to live in a “snowbird” state.

I miss her already.

To alleviate those blues Cheri and I went with my beautiful niece up to see Minnesota blue—the greatest lake, Superior, on Wednesday.

Gitcheegoomee did not disappoint. The waves were crashing in, so no swimming, but the beach was inspiring and the gray sky turned to light blue as we watched. The colors of the water were deepest teals and blues. Seagulls and small sand birds kept us company.

Rolling waves with white foam streaked the surface. I can watch this scene for hours.

We stopped at a few shops, got a delicious bagel with smoked salmon at the Northwest Smoke House on Canal Park. (I recommend!)

Home again that evening, a little bit blue still, but needing a time to recover here at Corgi Hollows.

I have lots of leftover berries from the party to process. I want to make frozen jam and a triple berry pie.

Two of our vehicles needed major repair over the past few days, too. A brake job on the old Ford truck, and new struts on the Ford sedan. Something went awry on the shock absorbers as well.

Cheri starts school at the University of Minnesota Tuesday, so a trusty vehicle is a must. She is a commuter, so the money we would have spent on a dorm is spent on keeping the car working.

We’ve discovered that having a spare vehicle (even old!) is a must when all your vehicles are old. Options. It was nice to have it for a missionary friend to use this summer, too.

There have been storms and rain, but also sunny hours. This has been a wet summer.

I found out that my basement contractors will come in October. They have been overly busy, too. Perhaps I can start to get things back in order downstairs by the new year.

Today I will drink coffee on my stuga, listen to the cranes and birds, squirrel chatter, and of course my precious blue jays. They are always discussing the upcoming cold weather.

I work at the hotel this weekend, but Hitchville is also playing at Lake Minnetonka on Sunday. This will be a nice Labor Day weekend, I believe.

God is good. He is gentle and merciful. He gives and protects, blesses us and helps. I know that I disappoint, but grace covers me!

What a wonderful thing.

As we seek to live lives that are pleasing to God we know that He loves us. Love covers a multitude of sins. I am seeing restoration and repair in the broken aspects of my relationships. I know He is answering prayer.

I have been blessed with a beautiful “wrap-up” of my summer. I have a few days for subbing already booked and I actually look forward to seeing “my kids” again!

Yesterday I was mailing a package to Korea at the post office and the young man helping me there shyly mentioned that he knew me—-He’d graduated back in 2021, but he remembered me. Sweet. I love seeing these wonderful young people!

Impact. Hopefully always light and truth.

Our time is short here on earth. Eternity is long.

Are you praying?

Jesus, come quickly! MARANATHA!

Dear Readers, Corgi is tapped out right now, multiple levels of stuff, juggling time commitments, and fielding many, many blessings.

Basement: waiting for the contractors to appear again. I know that they are also tapped out, as Minnesota had one of the wettest summers ever and everyone is getting their problems fixed. I have my guy lined up to do the finishing of the downstairs family room whenever the water-proofing is complete.

This mess started last December and I have been quietly giving it to God on a daily basis. I’m praying for a habitable haven at Corgi Hollows again soon. It is in God’s hands.

My trip to Alaska was marvelous. I thought the ship, Zaandam, was very elegant and just the right size (1,500 guests, 500 staff) and pleasing to the eye. It had a type of pipe organ in the middle of the ship, so I was thrilled. The seas were incredibly quiet. I never imagined how stable and peaceful the Pacific Ocean on the west coast of North America could be. I barely felt any waves. Maybe I’m a natural seafarer. It’s my Viking blood.

I saw orcas, humpbacks, porpoises, sea otters, seals, salmon running, bears…eagles…

Glaciers. Changing blues of the sea and sky, mountains topped in snow, layers and layers of ranges stretching to all sides.

I caught a bad head cold in Glacier Bay. It was really cold! I didn’t have a hat, and my demise was apparent by late that evening.

I spent the day we were supposed to be in Ketchikan in my stateroom sleeping. I’ve experienced being sick on ship now, too. The full cruise experience! I’m actually thankful.

I would definitely consider a cruise in the fjords of Norway someday.

I met many interesting people on the trip, had a wonderful time with my friends and fellow travelers. We really get along well traveling! Such a blessing.

Since I have ONE MORE STATE to visit of all the 50—Hawaii—I’m thinking about my travel plans for there already! Maybe 2025 is the year to visit that state.

Forty-nine down, one to go!

I’ve got my first subbing job lined up in September, two weddings to plan for, a trip to Mexico–maybe? –to meet Rocky, my “person” and musical artist. We texted last week, and I’m excited to meet him in person. I’ve been praying for him, and God opened up a door to meet. You know I’ve been praying for influencers now for three years. God is doing amazing things in my life.

I may slip down to Dallas, Texas to visit the Institute for Creation Research museum. I’ve wanted to go there for years! I love their daily devotional, “Days of Praise.”

God is cracking open the door for interpersonal healing, too. I’m amazed at how he gently leads and works in our lives. Severed relationships are beginning to heal.

Beginning.

My wonderful cousin is here for a week to help celebrate my mom’s 90th birthday. Her birthday is in November, but this is fair time, great weather time, and all in all a perfect chance to celebrate my mom.

My cousin is my mental medicine, too.

I’m so blessed.

Ed loves his new job. Cheri starts classes here in a week — Friends are coming to visit all throughout September.

What a time to give praise to the God who loves us and cares for us!

I could get all poetic about it.

God is good. Jesus is coming SOON!

MARANATHA!!!

I love having a front row seat on some VIPs in my life. My friend was miraculously saved in an accident on Interstate 35 yesterday, but not only her.

Her husband, her niece, five people from India, and several others survived what could have been a terrible accident. Three vehicles were totaled.

God is doing Big Things.

This friend told me an interesting story just the day before and gave me permission to write it here. I was inspired.

Her parents were medical missionaries. When her dad attended school in Chicago back after WWII there were three Japanese students they invited to their home for Bible study. These men were Buddhist.

The landlord of their apartment told them that he wouldn’t allow the Japanese to be in his property, so biased against the Japanese he was, after the war. He gave an ultimatum: move or don’t have them over.

They moved.

The Bible study continued. All three men became believers in Jesus.

One weekend they all trooped up to Minnesota to see the family and experience winter in this state. They went sledding, had a wonderful time.

On the way home they were asked, “What was the most fun thing this weekend?”

One of the Japanese gentlemen replied, “Seeing how your father treated your mother with such reverence and sweetness.”

This man went on to become the top executive of an oil company in Japan. Every single time he spoke at an event he shared about the sweetness of Christian marriage. He shared his faith.

Isn’t that a great story?

You never know what impact you may have on someone that reaches far beyond your own scope.

Your attitude, your character, your comportment matters.

You are watched.

For the KINGDOM!!!

MARANATHA!!!

It’s a political year, an Olympic year, a “last days” year…

It’s a year to cull out the people that drag you down, that have chosen a different path to tread.

I’ve written about this before, but these thoughts are still with me: it’s okay to move on!

Some of us have the personality that clings to people, each encounter with another human. If it doesn’t end in warm fuzzies we feel defeat and even guilt. We want everyone to love everyone.

As believers we strive to love—–everyone. Jesus told us to love our enemies.

That’s hard.

What does that look like, increasingly, in this world of 8 billion humans?

Lots of prayer.

Go ahead and let people go, but follow them with your prayers.

As people began to mock and deride me for my beliefs last election year I was stunned. When Brian died I shut down, a natural breaking point occurred. The dross in my life was skimmed off, and I was freer, let loose from the chains of bad relationships.

I kept the gold, the silver. I pray for those I “lost.”

God filled up my life with more gold.

Let go of the weights that press on you. Soar with the Holy Spirit and His breathtaking power in prayer.

God answers prayer. Jesus is coming soon. See the signs.

MARANATHA!

Corgi Hollows is buzzing with activity. I’m changing sheets for new guests daily, practically. The beautiful weather continues.

I ordered some mosquito repellent things recommended by one of my Chinese friends. I hope they are effective. I’m going to have to hand them out to my visitors. I’m still covered in bites.

The little pests are not going away! I stepped out at 3 am last night with Yuki and came in with feet covered with bites!! This is a memorable year for mosquitoes.

I wonder if they are as bad “up north.”

God is healing my heart.

Our pastor just completed a series on James. I said he should start over again—because it was so profound, so much more to learn! He laughed and agreed. Yesterday he introduced a series on the Holy Spirit.

The thought of this Person and His interaction with me —-not Jesus, not God the Father, yet God, hit me differently as my pastor spoke of Him.

The Spirit, and the verses quoted about the Holy Spirit, surprised me yesterday. Nothing I haven’t heard before, just a different take, a different time, a different conviction.

As my heart has been dark for quite awhile, trauma cut off my spiritual antennae, I have relied on my foundation of faith. I’ve relied on hope.

But I am starting to feel the love, too.

And that is a delicious feeling after a drought.

No number of words will convince anyone to be patient and wait for such a subjective experience—it happens individually, in God’s timing, in His way.

I can imagine Elijah’s wait for rain.

God knew he would answer prayer. I know God answers prayer. The waiting time can be dark and lonely, frustrating, wearing, discouraging, full of pain and even anguish.

Uff da.

I’m feeling a bit of rain, though. The dry, cracked ground of my heart is feeling a sprinkle.

It pays to have a grounded faith.

As I’ve said hundreds of times (literally): worldview matters. Faith matters. Theology matters, even. I stand on a foundation which embodies HOPE.

Faith, Hope, and Love.

How desirable and fresh, beautiful and sweet that third thing is—

LOVE.

MARANATHA!

We get to be together forever. That is love. (And we are all PERFECT there. Wow.)