A Time for Feathers

When I was a little girl there were quite a few old bushes lining our back yard.  My favorite was the Snowberry bush.  It always had white ‘berries’ hanging from it’s branches.  I was told they would make me sick if I ate them so I crushed them in my ‘mud pie meals’ & just for fun….I’d snap them in my fingers.  SNAP!!! They made such a great sound!  I, also, loved the bush because of the shelter it gave me when the sun was hot & I needed some shade.  Also, when the clouds would open up & pour out their rain I found it such fun to sit under that old bush with it’s thick branches covered with foliage.  I would listen to the rain & dream little girl dreams.  I always felt safe. 

A few weeks ago, Robin & I had a definite revelation regarding our roof……IT WAS TIME!!!  Our shelter was becoming less “shelter-ish” & more “leak-ish”.  We were blessed to have some young men come to our house that are in the business of making people named Roberts (and other names, too) very happy!!!  Before we knew what was happening, our new roof was up there covering us & protecting us from the ‘elements’.  Just knowing there was a possibility of  the leaks being gone gave me a sense of comfort………a sense of safety. 

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 As the roof was being done & I heard the “little chipmunks” scurrying around & working away up there, a story & scripture came to mind.  The safety of a new roof became a metaphor………..a new roof is the Lord’s feathers covering us.  And thus……there is the safety & protection.  The scripture I mention is Psalm 91:4

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.  (NIV)


The story I mention is one told by a friend of ours who just turned 101 years young.  If you could see her, you would realize that my phrase of “years young” is not just a phrase……….it is the truth.  Erma has always kept her mind & body young.  This story is hers.  Although I cannot remember all the details, I do remember that during a time of complete fear in her life, she remembered this scripture…….or at least parts of it.  She couldn’t quote it word for word but she knew enough about this verse to remember that God will cover you with His feathers (wrap you in His wings) & under those wings there will be refuge.  The only words she could voice were, “Feathers! Feathers!”.  God’s protection became real to her at that moment.  Those feathers covered her; she found refuge & she knew…beyond a shadow of a doubt, that His faithfulness will always be a shield for protection & a barrier to keep Satan at a distance.  All Erma needed to do was remember Who her Protector was & His promises.  She “asked” Him to come protect her in the only way she was able to verbalize that cry for help.  He came…….He was there……..His feathers became a ‘new roof over her head’. 

What a complete & total joy to know that His love & protection is always there.  He cares about the major disasters in our lives & He cares about the new roof that is needed.  His feathers cover us…….under His wings we find refuge.  I pray that I remember His promises & feel His safety until I take my last breath.

Psalm 91

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”


161 Addison Ave.

I’ve heard it said that “You can’t go home again” but I may have to differ with that idea.  A couple of months ago I read a blog written by a published author & classmate from Twin Falls, ID.  Her blog is incorporated in The Website of Kelly Jones & the post that fed my heart with memories was “No Place for Kids”.  Her memories of our hometown opened a whole world of remembering things that happened when I was young.  

I was raised next door to Dr. Harvard C. Luke’s office.  I spent a lot of time in his waiting room.  One time I fainted & knocked down his office Christmas tree (I’d just had a shot…….needles scared me!). At 5 Yrs old, I had my tonsils out right in one of his examination rooms.  The good old days.  Also, we shared an alley & I was the one who carried the trash out to the ‘burning barrel’ and/or the receptacle for cans.  One evening at dusk I was dutifully doing my daily chore when out of the corner of my eye I saw something in Dr. Luke’s garbage can!  It was white….eerily white in the evening shadows……it looked like a leg!  Yes!  It was a leg!  Should I run?  Faint?  Scream?  Shut my eyes & hope that it would go away? I peeked through my eyelids (which were at  ‘half-mast’) & the awful, horrible, frightening, grotesque thing was STILL THERE!  When I really looked at it, I realized that Dr. Luke had removed someone’s leg cast.  It was thigh, knee, calf, & foot…..yuck!  Someone really did a job on their leg, didn’t they?  I couldn’t look at it very long because it truly was a scary sight to behold.

Dr. Luke’s office was on the corner of Addison Ave. & Adams St.  On the other side of Adams St was the Albertson’s grocery store.  I spent hours & hours in that place.  I read their comic books, bought popsicles by the gross, & almost every day I bought the groceries that my mother would write on a small piece of paper.  Mother wasn’t a meal planner & kept very few supplies in our kitchen.  Spending all that time in the grocery store caused me to fall in love with every box boy & young male grocery checker.  And then one night I woke up hearing men shouting, police radios blaring, & seeing a strange glow in my room.  I looked out the window & saw an orange glow & heard someone say the word “fire”!  Our beloved Albertson’s store was on fire!!!  That night it burned to the ground & for days & days after, it was so hot that canned goods exploded continually!  Eventually they rebuilt but instead of building it to face Addison Ave. as before, some ‘genius’ built it to face Washington St.  I still spent an equal amount of time there as before but it always felt like a “stranger’s house” & not the store I knew & loved.

In the early 1960’s the houses across the street were sold & a Texaco service station was built.  So, a nice white station owned by Tom Bushy was put up in place of the homes, trees, & lawns.  The plus of this was that there was always ice cold pop in the machines over there!!  The old-style pop dispensers had water in them that was refrigerated.  Oh, on a hot day in Twin Falls, ID those bottles of pop just dripping with icy water was a pretty good answer to heat stroke!  

Speaking of heat stroke, there are memories of playing in our large back yard in the heat of the day.  We would sit on a blanket in the shade of the lilac tree or the Syringa bush……priceless.  There were two apricot trees in the back yard.  They tasted so good when ripe……but there was a time we hated them.  That was when they were overripe & fell off the tree. They became rotten & had earwigs running around in them!  The smell was atrocious & picking them off the lawn when we knew the earwigs were in there……far from priceless.

I would ride my bicycle in our neighborhood.  Riding down Adams St. turning right on Shoup St. & then turning right again to be on Washington St. & back to Addison Ave & my home.  It may have only been a short distance but my mind made up all kinds of adventures as I rode those sidewalks over & over again.

My mother lived at 161 Addison Ave.until 1970’s.  After she moved a sad event occurred. Yes, folks, “they paved paradise & put up a parking lot”.  

“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got          Big Yellow Taxi written &
Till it’s gone                                                             recorded by Joni Mitchell.
They paved paradise                                           1970
And put up a parking lot”

And how true those words are.  It was just the house I was raised in & just “the house”…..period.  I lived in that house from the time I was 4 until I got married at 18 in 1966.  But eventually it became a parking lot.  That doesn’t mean that I “can’t go home again”.  Why, you ask?  Because I just DID “go home again” & I took you with me, didn’t I?  There may be some unpleasant memories at 161 Addison Ave. in Twin Falls, ID but the memories of  the times when we were kids are the memories that I CAN “go home” to…….I can return again & again.  These are the treasures in our treasure chests, the jewels in our jewelry boxes, the ‘happy’ in our ‘happy places’.  

As Bob Hope’s theme song said, “Thanks for the Memories” at 161 Addison Avenue.MMemories

Lord, help me to remember where my treasures lie. They truly are a gift that You tuck in our hearts.  


 There is a ‘quiet beauty’.  We’ve all seen it & may not have recognized what it was.  The sweet smile from one who is hurting.  The kind words spoken to others when all that is desired is to hear someone SPEAK those kind words to them.  The gentle touch or hug given as a friend…….yes, the desperate one needs that touch of friendship, also.  Those who are suffering the ‘quiet beauty’ are our next door neighbors, the one you sat beside in church…….or could it be the salesperson in the store who just helped you with your purchase?…….your mother or father?……….your sister or brother?……your best friend?………..one of your children?  I listened to this song by James Todd.  I realized how painful ‘quiet beauty. can truly be. Please listen:


The song is very beautiful but I hear some very deep emotions in that song.  ‘Quiet beauty’.  Fear of being hurt by someone you love & trust by being ignored, through neglect, embarrassment, unkind actions………fear can be tucked away inside & covered like a blanket with ‘quiet beauty’.  No one can see the hurt because of a smile.  Fear of unkind words said with anger or lack of emotion………words that enter the ears & go straight into the heart………words that bury themselves so very deep. No one can hear that pain in the ‘quiet beauty’ of the loving, kind words spoken by the one who is hurting. The hurting one needs to have those very words bury themselves deep in the heart to “root out” all hurtful words making their home inside.  Fear of a touch that is much less than loving or the fear of no loving touch at all……..a touch that leaves bruises or broken bones………….the lack of a loved one holding your hand, giving you a hug or a gentle pat………..the desolate need for true emotion filled with love, pride, & an excitement that radiates a joy…….a joy that says “I’m so glad I know you & love you”.  Because of ‘quiet beauty’, the hurting one reaches out with warm & tender hugs & love to others who are hurting. With fears of feeling lonely & desperate, the hurting one walks through life with ‘quiet beauty’.

Acts 18: 9b & 10  “Do not be afraid, but go on speaking & do not be silent, for I am with you, & no one will attack you to harm you, for I have many in this city who are my people.” (NIV)

It is time for ‘quiet beauty’ to speak out about life with fear & the lack of tenderness & love.  There are many who care & would like to help………….

There is One Whose love is greatest.  The One Who sees through the ‘quiet beauty’ & speaks directly to the heart of the hurting one.

2 Timothy 1:7  For God hath not given us a spirit of fear; but of power & of love, & of a sound mind. (KJV)

We were created to carry within us a ‘quiet beauty’ that is not fearful but strong through the Holy Spirit Who dwells in our hearts & lives.  My prayer is:  “Lord, help me to see beyond the smiles, hear more than kind words given to me, & understand the gentle touches given are possibly gentle touches that are needed.  Give me Your eyes to see, Your ears to hear, & Your wisdom to help those who are hurting inside their ‘quiet beauty. Amen”. 



Dandelions.  Our kids used to bring them to me as a surprise.  The little yellow flowers are so pretty but they ARE a weed & they spread quickly.  Our  yard has been infested with large dandelions this year……..LARGE!  The stems are big & thick; I feel as if I’m living in a pasture!  I don’t want to pay to have them sprayed so am battling them myself.  I see them getting all curly & puny looking from the spraying I’m doing but I wonder if they really are going to die or if they are just trying to fool me. Robin read about them.  Their roots can be over a foot long…….I pooh-pooh-ed that but My daddy taught me how to dig up weeds so I’ve been digging up the dandelions here & there. Guess what I found out!?!  Robin is right!  Some of those roots are very big & are deeply embedded in my yard!  Fie to you, you dastardly dandelions!!!  Off with you pretty little heads!  I shall work diligently until my mission is successful!

As I was digging away the other day,  I became aware that these little weed/beautiful flowers are firm about what they do.  The root is deep & difficult to remove without breaking it off.  The best way I have found to remove one is to have the ground all watered ………I have to fool the dandelion into thinking I am giving it nourishment.  Then I gently dig around the edges with my trowel……gently, gently……dig, dig, dig.  I softly grab Mr. Dandelion & slowly pull…slowly now…..until the whole root comes up & I have succeeded in ridding my yard of one more dandelion!  Hooray!


How deep are my roots in Christ?  Do I have roots like a dandelion?  Sometimes I feel Satan walking around studying me & my life.  He knows I desire to be DEEPLY rooted in the Lord so he puts together a devious plan.  He waters me with all kinds of things to catch my attention.  The ground around me gets all soft with attractions that could fill my mind with anything but God.  He fools me by letting me think that I’m okay with all these things that are turning my attention from what is good to those things that aren’t necessarily bad…………..but they just slowly move me a little farther from the true path set before me.  Then…oh my…. before I even know it, Satan is gently digging around the edges of my faith.  He is trying to loosen the things that I desire to hold tight & close to me.  When he thinks he has reached that goal, he then grabs hold of me tightly & he starts to pull & tug…slowly…slowly.  He is trying to pull my root completely away from the Lord & then he will throw me away like garbage.  He wants more than anything to rid the garden of all the things he considers weeds & certainly noxious to him……………and that is those of us who choose to fall on our knees before the throne, raise our hands in praise, & proclaim that Jesus is the King of Kings & the Lord of Lords!!  

My roots need to be so deep that when the enemy of my soul walks around me & studies me closely, he will realize that my roots are very deep.  There are no delights in this world, poisons to my soul, trowels in the hands of the wicked……nothing………that can loosen them.   Satan may see me as a weed but I am not a weed in God’s eyes.  My little yellow head looks up to Him with love.  I pray that I will become puffy & beautiful with the seeds that spread & reach out to those who just don’t know God’s love for us.  Dandelions.  It’s okay; I can be one for God.

Paul’s prayer for the Ephesians:

Ephesians 3: 16-19  16–I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His spirit in your inner being, 17–so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.  And I pray that you, being rooted & established in love, 18–may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19–and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.


The only poetry I truly understand is Robert W. Service.  “The Cremation of Sam Magee” & “The Shooting of Dan McGraw”  seem to speak to me…………..yep, they do.  I’m not a truly deep person, as you can see.   Sometimes I surprise myself, though.  I find that I can step out of the ‘Sam Magee’ mode & look beyond the fire that made him warm……….   

This afternoon I looked up at the beautiful, puffy clouds in the sky, wishing I could write a poem about their beauty.  I would love to write something similar to “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer.  I would love to be able to write something that would be a praise to God for His gifts of such beauty.  The white puffy clouds look like the cotton balls in a jar in my ‘powder room’.  (Fancy name for the ‘sandbox’).  I stared at those clouds & thought to myself that THEY know where they have come from…….just as the trees in Joyce Kilmer’s poem know where they came from.  

The third stanza:               

                                                     A tree that looks at God all day,                                                                                                                              And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

And the final line:        

                                                  But only God can make a tree.

Those wonderful puffy clouds know where they came from & never fuss nor try to tell the other clouds that they did all the puffiness themselves.  They realize Who created them & why they were created.  I’ve never seen  cloud passing by holding a sign that tells us they are self-made or there is no God.  If the clouds understand Creation…..why don’t we?  We are the shining completion to the creations He made in those 6 days & yet we fight Him every inch of they way.  We march against Him, we speak against Him, & we deny Him.  What has happened to our world?  Why do we turn our backs on the One Who loves us more than we can perceive?  While we walk away claiming our talents & abilities as our own doing, He is still loving us.  He is still sending us the sun to shine, the trees to leaf & bare flowers or fruit, & he still sends us the beautiful puffy clouds.  If we look closely sometimes we can see a cat or an elephant in those clouds………..but look even closer………..study those clouds.  Can you see where He has written “I LOVE YOU” over & over again as the clouds float past?  Look there it is….did you see it?  Do  you feel His love?  T
he last line of the poem “Only God can make a tree“.  Think about it.  It’s true!…….. and only God can make the clouds.   He does such  lovely works of art in everything He has created.  We often forget that everything we see, He created in 6 days!  Even WE are a lovely work of art shaped, formed, painted, & placed on this earth as His greatest Work of Art.  He treasures us & considers us lovely, beautiful, & only asks us for our companionship & praise.  

As I gaze at the clouds I ask myself:  Where would I be but for His love for me? ……….but for Love…   



Have you ever believed in something so strongly that you ‘set your heels’ & refused to be budged? That, my friends, is how I feel about motherhood.  When I was a little girl, playing with my dolls was one of my favorite things to do.  I learned to play alone at an early age & entertained myself by playing “Mommy”.  I would dress my “babies”, get out my ‘play’ dishes & cook them meals, & I would dream about the day when I would be a real mommy with a real house & meals to cook.  I can’t remember wanting to do anything else.  As time passed, my sister went to a business college, became a secretary & my mother decided that I would do exactly the same thing.  You see, I didn’t want to be a secretary……I wanted to be a mommy.  During my senior year of high school, I loved working in the school library & realized that if I had to do something before I became a mommy, then I would be a librarian.  Nope………..my mother still wanted me to be a secretary.  I still wanted to be a mommy.  

A wonderful young man came into my life & I became an 18-year-old bride……..& Mrs. Robin Roberts. Sometimes one’s dream doesn’t have to be a lofty goal but just a simple desire.   I eventually became a “Mommy”.  My dream was realized.  I had no idea how difficult motherhood could be or how dedicated a mommy should be………I would love to start all over again.  I think I could do it much better this time.  I’ve learned a lot from observing my young friends who are mommies.  Our daughter-in-law has shown me a much better way to approach motherhood with her gentle ways.  I can’t have any “do-over’s” but I can tell you that despite all the errors, I LOVED being a mommy.  My motherhood began in the 1960’s during the days of “bra burning”, “doing your own thing”, & the declaration of independence from the broom, the cook stove, & the dreaded diaper pail.  Then, it is the 1970’s & I have another baby!  Horrors!  Two children & so far I had no college education, no employment, & it looked as if I was going to stay in my suspended animation forever!  My family members came to me & asked me if I wasn’t going to take some college classes & began my quest to realize my potential…….nope.  Surely I would consider doing something like that when Amy (our youngest) started school……nope.  These young ‘hip’ women who were asking me these questions didn’t understand that I was doing…..not what I HAD to do but what I WANTED to do.  I was being a mommy!  

As a mommy, I wore many hats as all mommies do………but I came to realize my “potential” as my children took new steps in their own lives.  For me, it was important to be the mommy willing to help in the classroom, the mommy at all concerts, the mommy who was available.  Being a chauffeur, a cook, a laundress, the ‘mommy’ for their daddy……..it was all self-realization!  Not one day did I find myself bored & unable to find something to do.  I learned at an early age how to play by myself & learned how much fun “mommy-hood” would be.  The hats that I wore during those days helped me see my ability to accomplish many things.  I didn’t need a college degree to do all the things that I have done in my life.  I just needed to be aware that my “mommy-hood” helped my availability.  I was easily a part of Ryan & Amy’s school days.  To me, it was more fulfilling than any college diploma, believe me!!

Jesus spoke to His disciples regarding His crucifixion on the cross.  He told them that they would weep & mourn but that their grief would turn to joy (meaning when they would see Him again in Heaven).  He compared that grief to the pain of childbirth & their joy of seeing Him again as the joy a mother feels when she looks at her baby.

John 16: 20  I tell you the truth, you will weep & mourn while the world rejoices.  You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy.  21  A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world. (NIV)

It seems that Jesus honored motherhood when, on the cross, he told his mother to look at John as her son & told John, “Here is your mother”.   John took Jesus’ mother into his home & cared for her as a son.  (John 19: 26 & 27)   Yes, Jesus’ view of motherhood causes me to look at my life & never feel as if I missed out on anything.  

Every person has a dream.  Some of us dream of education & fulfillment in the business world while balancing the “at home” jobs.  Some of us may not have such lofty desires but that doesn’t make our lives any more important or less important than our neighbor’s life.  I chose to be a wife & mother……….what greater calling!?  Thank You, Lord!

Boise, ID  1972  My fam!

Boise, ID 1972 My fam!


yellow heart yellow My favorite color is yellow.  It always has been.  Some people just hate the color yellow.  I don’t care.  My wedding color was yellow (back in the day when we had ONE chosen color for our flowers, napkins, etc.).  My poor Matron of Honor wore a yellow suit.  I’m sure she was thrilled.  When I’m shopping for clothes or anything…..I am drawn to yellow.  When I wear yellow, it isn’t a great color for me……at all!  Someone recently told me that ANYONE can wear ANY color no matter what their ‘color palette’ might be.  It all depends on accessories.  Good!  I, also, have always had a dream of the little pale yellow cottage with white shutters.  I definitely stop to look at yellow cars……although I’ve never wanted one.  They ARE cool looking! 

A few years ago at a family gathering,our niece, Rhonda, had us take a personality test called The Color Code.  It is from a book by the same name & the author is Taylor Hartman, Ph.D.  We laughed & had a lot of fun with it.  Later, when we were alone, Robin said, “I wish I had known this about you years ago.”……meaning that he just might understand me a bit more.  You see, out of the four color categories that fits everyone (red, white, blue, yellow)……I am ‘YELLOW’!  Kinda cool, huh?  And so the story begins:

This test is no different than the one about our animal personality (the color  yellow & the otter are the same) but I like knowing that I’m ‘YELLOW’……. I think.  Kermit the Frog sang a song telling us that “It Ain’t Easy Being Green”.  I can tell you that ‘it ain’t easy being ‘YELLOW’!  Robin can also tell you that being married to a ‘YELLOW’ ain’t an easy task, either.  ‘YELLOW’ people are always “The Fun Lovers”…….the name of the chapter in the book.  Robin calls me “Party Girl”.  All in all, to those of us who are ‘YELLOW ‘, life should be a ‘bowl of cherries’.  We look at life through ‘rose-colored glasses’ & the glass should always be half full!!  Life should be the way WE expect it to be & there should be no unhappiness.  ‘YELLOW’ people are ‘Pollyanna’s. 


Debates make me uneasy, disagreements can make me leave the room (in a meeting, etc) & arguments cause instant stress….physical stress! (the heavy feeling in the chest, shortness of breath).   I am easily angered when life becomes difficult or if I feel helpless in a situation.  At times if I haven’t left the room quickly enough during a debate or disagreement…….the ‘flight or fight’ thing becomes FIGHT……!  It frustrates me to have people angry with each other…….I get angry.  Oh my! 

I want happiness around me & I want people to like me.  This is all part of my ‘YELLOW’-ness.  I’m impulsive, a ‘flippant chatterbox’ (quote from the book), highly optimistic, & a ‘touchy, feely ‘ person.  The downside of being ‘YELLOW’ is that I am flighty, loud & obnoxious, frequently speak before thinking, don’t like to be pushed, ignored, OR controlled.  And when a ‘YELLOW’ finally wears out….the ‘down time’ is more than necessary.  Being ‘YELLOW’ makes others believe that I am always ‘up, up, up’ but when I’m ‘down’, it is like someone let the air out of a balloon.  Sometimes I find myself spiraling down!  Many find those of us who are ‘YELLOW’ to be exhausting but, honey, it ain’t nothing to the actual exhaustion of BEING ‘YELLOW’.  When I look at the other side of the coin, though…….I wouldn’t trade being ‘YELLOW’ for anything!!! 

Joseph was given a beautiful coat by his father, Jacob.  It was ornate with many colors…..I believe yellow was one of the colors.  Jacob gave Joseph the coat because he loved him so much…he was a child born in Jacob’s old age & probably brought joy to the household.  Joseph’s brothers were much older & weren’t fond of him but his father had a great love in his heart for Joseph.  (Genesis 37: 1-4).  I like to think that God looked down & loved us so much that He wanted us to live in a world as colorful as possible.  We bring joy to Him (sometimes) & He wants us to be “clothed” in color!  Yellow…….the sun is yellow, the first little flower that bravely pops it’s head out of the cold ground is the crocus…..it’s yellow!  I want to be a crocus.  I want to look around & be a little bit of happiness to someone.  I want to be the sun.  I want to shine some warmth on someone who feels chilly & needs some ‘YELLOW’ in their life.  I feel God’s love for me & I know that He chose Leona to have the personality of the otter, the color ‘YELLOW’, or any other test we might take to check our personality.  Each of us is created in His image but He ‘tweaked’ us here & there to make us very individual.  That is amazing….to think that every human being is different from the other.  How can it be?  How can God come up with so many combinations of ‘this, that, & the other’ to create EACH one of us to be unique?  Well, it’s because He is God.  His love & abilities are beyond what we can imagine. 

 I LOVE being one of God’s unique creations!  I LOVE the color yellow!!  Thank You, God, for creating Leona as a ‘YELLOW’ personality.  Sometimes it may be a tough assignment but I LOVE BEING ‘YELLOW’!

yellow rose 


Unhappy Leona

Have you noticed that disappointment comes in all sizes, shapes, & packages?  No matter who we are, where we live, or what we do……at some time, there will be disappointments, won’t there? Sometimes we are disappointed in ourselves (Adam…..poor Adam when he remembered their time in the Garden of Eden).  Sometimes we are disappointed in others (Joseph……poor Joseph…..”Hey, you guys!  You’re my brothers!  The joke is over!  Get me out of this well!”).  What about being disappointed in God?  Time & time again David would start feeling sorry for himself & think God had deserted him until it would hit him right between the eyes that God had always been right there……no matter what.  Disappointment lives just in the next room, outside our door, or down the street.  We can say that it is the enemy of our souls (Satan) who is the author of disappointment but sometimes we need to take some responsibility for picking up that “book” he writes & reading it cover to cover.  We should be bathing in the Wonder of the Word of God & all His promises for us.  But we don’t……..sometimes we just don’t……..

In Romans 8: 28 we are told that in ALL things God works for our good when we love Him……He will turn it around to BE good, eventually!  Have I really believed it?  There have been times when it has been more than difficult to trust & believe but I can see down the road & there is no other way through the foliage than the small path to the “right” that He has told me to travel.  He just asks me for a mustard seed-sized bit of faith & He will do the rest.  It will work out……maybe not the way I have it organized in my mind………..but it WILL work out!  Sometimes I don’t have the ability to ‘over-think’ it or the energy to try harder to do it my way.  I just need to return to the beginning days of my walk with Jesus when my heart was softening.  Listening to the pastor was a fresh drink of water…I was believing!  When he told the congregation that Jesus loved each one of us….each one!!……I believed!  At 30 years old, I came to Him with a ‘childlike faith’ & I have continued to believe in my God & Savior no matter what has shown up on the doorstep of my life.  

My mother raised me to NOT believe in myself.  I don’t think she realized that she was paralyzing my self-worth or my future.  It was just the “snowball effect”…….she was raised that way & she just passed it on to her younger,, more pliable daughter.  When she would tell me that she didn’t think I ‘could’…….I would believe her but then go out & do something else just to prove to myself that I ‘could’ at least do SOMETHING.  My choices weren’t always very good but I look back & see His hand in my life before I gave my heart to Him.  I realize we all can see the path God had us walk & my story is no different than yours…..but I’m the one writing today!  Ha ha!  The Lord gave me a husband who told me from the very beginning of our lives together, “You can, you can”.  My responses were the verbal or mental “No, I can’t” answers.  I didn’t really believe that I ‘could’ but inside I really wanted to try.  God was there all the way encouraging me, showing me, & in the process leading me toward Him.  

Today I choose no other way than to have faith……in the Lord.  Oh, I still get disappointed in others if I expect too much from them.  I am a “Pollyanna” & think that everyone should be happy & skip through life with a smile on their faces & good decisions in their hearts.  And then I get disappointed if they don’t.  I am also a “fight or flight” person.  When I am disappointed for any reason with someone (whether I know them or not), I usually find myself confronting the situation……..after believing I am pushed into the ‘proverbial’ corner.  It ain’t pretty!  It can be embarrassing for me, for Robin, for the person I’m confronting…sometimes it is Robin…ugh!……& it is not the right thing to do.  My answer is always to have faith, Leona, have faith!  First have faith!  My unseemly reaction to being disappointed in someone else always brings along disappointment in myself.  Hand in hand they show up together although the disappointment in myself always hides in the ‘wings’ until most of the damage is already done……THEN it shows up with an “I told you so” attitude.  I do not choose to ever be disappointed in my God.  He has never failed to make good what the enemy tried to destroy.

Joel 2:25a  And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the canker-worm, and the caterpillar, and the palmer-worm………..  

I do not like to lose my way & take a path that ends up in the briars.  I do not like to lose “myself” & end up in disappointment.  I don’t like doing that because it tells the world that my faith is fragile, doesn’t it?  Or…….does it tell the world that Adam had to leave the Garden of Eden but God used him as the very first stroke in the “bigger picture” He is painting?  Joseph had to be pretty disappointed in those brothers of his & I think, despite the prophetic dreams he had, he was probably disappointed in Potiphar when he believed the lie told by Mrs. Potiphar.  Look!  The picture that the Lord is painting shows all those things in Joseph’s life!  Isn’t it amazing how He has taken the disappointments of many & continued to create a beautiful picture as He makes His brush strokes here & there.  It seems to be working out, doesn’t it?  

In the very hardest of days, hours, minutes He reminds me that I can do it!……….I don’t have to feel disappointment or fear because He lives in me & together we can do it!!!

2 Chronicles 32:7  Be strong and courageous, do not fear or be dismayed because of the king of Assyria nor because of all the horde that is with him; for the one with us is greater than the one with him. (NASB)

1 John 4:4  Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.  (KJV)

You know what?  I’m not going to be disappointed anymore!!!  I’m part of a giant piece of beautiful artwork that God has been painting for centuries.  He is a patient artist & He is going to keep painting until it is finished.  


Yogi Berra once said, “It ain’t over ’til it’s over”.  I think he was right.  There is also a saying “It ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings”.  That seems to be a pretty correct, also.  Actually, that phrase is near & dear to my heart.  When we moved to Helena in 1991, we started attending the Foursquare Church in East Helena.  The pastor & his wife were such nice people.  Paula was very quiet & shy; the pastor, Lynn, was a quiet man with such a kind heart & great sense of humor.  One Sunday I was supposed to sing before the sermon.  Pastor Lynn forgot & just started preaching……no problem.  As “special music” for Sundays mornings, this had happened to me before in other churches we attended.  I learned to just accept it……not a big deal.  Well, it seems Paula tried to catch her husband’s attention before he got too far in his sermon but was unsuccessful.  After the sermon & as he was preparing to pray & release us, Paula finally got his attention & reminded him about the “singer”.  Do I really need to tell you the end of this story?  Poor Lynn said, “Well, you know what they say: It’s not over ’til the fat lady sings”.  As it was coming out of his mouth & past his lips, it was obvious that he realized what he was going to say but it was also obvious that he just couldn’t stop it!!!!  Poor Paula just deflated in her seat & I announced that no way was I going to sing now…….! (actually, I did sing).  The whole situation was so very funny for everyone except for the pastor & his wife.  This is one of our favorite memories.  You see, it wasn’t over……the fat lady hadn’t sung.  “Dandy” Don Meredith was an ex-Dallas Cowboy-turned sports announcer for Monday Night Football.  When a game was definitely boring because one team was trouncing the other, he would burst into song with “The Party’s Over” recorded by Willie Nelson.  He only sang the first two lines:  “Turn out the lights, the party’s over……”!  But is the party over when it’s over?  Is it over after the fat lady sings?  Is it over when “Dandy” Don bursts into song?

Robin & I are staring the Super Bowl in the face this coming weekend.  Our favorite team is in the running for the Super Bowl winner!!  033Then what happens?  The football seasons IS OVER!!!!!  The party IS OVER!!!!  How can it be?  How CAN it be?  Well, it will be February when we watch the last game of the season but the first game of the coming season is in September.  Does that mean that the party is over?  No.  That means we have something to look forward to & all will be well for another football season.  So, it really isn’t over when it’s over.  Even after the fat lady sings, it’s not over.  When the lights are turned off, the party isn’t over.

Luke 10:  38-42 tells us about the party at the home of Martha & Mary.  Poor Martha has worn herself out cleaning the bathrooms, dusting the tables, sweeping the ‘dust bunnies’ from under the beds, & cooking like a mad woman!  It doesn’t sound as if her sister, Mary, was much of a help when it came to cooking & housecleaning.  Goodness gracious…..Jesus was coming to dinner!!  Martha had heard that he was coming to her village so she sent out word to Him that she would like it if He & his disciples would stop for dinner.  Wow!  All Martha could think about was her dirty house & what to feed everyone.  It seems that Mary was just anxious to see Jesus & hear what He had to say.  That is what happened.  Mary sat down at Jesus’ feet & listened to Him.  Martha was going crazy in the kitchen & finally came to Jesus to ‘tattle’ on her sister……”Look at this, Jesus. I’m doing all the work & she is being lazy”.  Jesus kindly explained to Martha that when this party was over for her……..when the dishes were done & the food put away, the party wouldn’t be over for her sister, Mary.  Mary would have the words He spoke in her mind & in her heart.  Did Martha then sit down at Jesus’ feet & listen to Him?  I think she may have.  When the party was over, was it over for her?  I don’t think so.  I believe that she had His words tucked away in her heart, also, & I believe that she understood that He had spoken a ‘personal sermon’ just for her.  She realized that just because it was over…it wasn’t REALLY over.  She didn’t need anyone to sing……because it wasn’t REALLY over.  When she blew out the candles & went to bed, she knew that the party wasn’t REALLY over.  Her party with the Lord had just begun!

In March, 1980, my ‘party’ with the Lord began.  My life has never been the same & the transition continues.  I’m different today than I was yesterday…..He makes me new & a little better every day.  The party isn’t over……it won’t be over for me on this earth until I look into the eyes of Jesus when standing in His presence.  It won’t be over then……….just new party beginning.  It looks like my party with Him will never be over!!  PRAISE THE LORD!



Are you a music lover?  Has your life been influenced and/or formed by music?  I can’t remember a day in my life without music.  The music in a commercial on TV, the music in a movie……….I’m always drawn to listen to the music.  When I was little………& before we had a TV…………the radio was usually on all day long.  In the early 1950’s there weren’t a lot of choices for radio stations so I heard a lot of Western music &…yes…..I loved it.  The singers were Eddy Arnold, Tex Ritter, Faron Young, Ernest Tubbs, ‘Tennesee’ Ernie Ford & the list goes on.  Our radio was a little cream-colored table model that put out adequate sound (I guess).  The picture below is ‘similar’ but not exactly what it really looked like.

radio cream colored.

One Christmas in 1953 or 1954, there was a gift under the tree for my sister & me.  It was a 45 RPM record player!!  What a great present!  rca-45-

My sister was in her teens & Rock & Roll was peeking around the corner so we had “Rock Around the Clock”, & similar records.  I had some ‘story’ records……”The Lady & the Tramp”, “Tubby the Tuba”.  I remember that record player playing songs for us all day long!  I would play the music, then turn the records over & play the ‘flip side’. There was a special bonus that came with the record player.  It was a box with Classical records!  Oh my……the first time I heard  Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite, I was in love!  The little records in that box grabbed my heart! That doesn’t mean that I deserted Rock & Roll or Western music or even Lawrence Welk!  I still loved the Big Band sounds, the Stephen Foster folk songs, etc.  If it was music, I loved it.  And I still do!  Robin was a radio announcer when I met him & music was a part of our lives.  Our children heard music all the time & both of them are very musically talented.  

There is another type of music that is even a bigger influence in my life & that is the music of God’s creations.  Have you listened to His music recently?  Have you heard the birds singing their happy tune, the rain on the roof, the whispers of the wind, or the tinkling stream as the water flows over the rocks?  The Lord’s music is all around us.  He has created sounds for us to hear that no one can successfully imitate.  There is the total quiet at night when the snow is falling…..have you heard it?  There are sounds when the sun rises & when it sets……oh, it is all music!  What about the laughter of little children??  He is the Creator & Conductor of all we see, hear, & even perceive.  He wants us to listen.  His “music” is a balm to the injured & broken-hearted or a festival of joy to allow us to celebrate.  He plays it for each of us as we need it! What a great & mighty God He is & yet His love for us is individual.  The music I ‘hear’ today is just for me!  If you listen to His music for you, it is just as beautiful as a Classical piece or “Cattle Call” by Eddy Arnold.  (Yes, there is such a song).

Psalm 19: 1-4a  1.The Heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.  2.Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.   3. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  4a. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.

I was the weird little 5-year-old that loved ALL types of music.  My sister really got tired of  “The Nutcracker Suite” & Lawrence Welk.  She was a teenager & only heard the call of Rock & Roll.  I’m still the weird little 5-year-old who is now 66 years old.  Music!……..I love it ALL!  But the most beautiful music I hear is the music God plays just for me.  He created ME to praise Him & He has given me His ‘music’ to help me do it!   I praise you, Lord, with all that I am!  I do hear the music!