Sunday, October 14, 2012


We continue to enjoy our little village. The villagers are amazingly warm, smart, and friendly with loads of humor and compassion. One new friend described them as “greatly accomplished” folks. I think that is a perfect description.

Grass does not grow under feet here. Folks are always on the move. They are active socially with golf, cards, water sports and such. Even more so they are active in serving others. As we have said before, they don’t ask to be your friend, they insist upon it. They do an exceptional job with that. No doubt they have been honing that skill for a while. Sometimes it is almost overwhelming.

Recently I attended an AACC (American Association of Christian Counselors) conference in Branson. Work it was! There was very little down time. I was blessed to travel with an exceptional group of dedicated co-workers. The workshops were held by individuals well respected and highly distinguished in their fields. One valuable reminder I brought home came from a breakfast shared with the leaders of the newly formed Post Abortion/Sexual Abuse Trauma division.

As I sat among this group of doctors, authors and lawyers, I made the statement I often felt too ill equipped.. Without a beat, they all agreed, “We are there everyday of our lives.” Regardless of what station in life, we have those inner personal demons to contend with.  Only through and for the Grace of God is anything of lasting value.

Our worship service today was on legacy. Reference was made to the woman that bathed the feet of Jesus with expensive oil and wiped them with her hair. Though only Jesus understood, this solitary act not the years of failed living, became her legacy. Why? To quote the words of the pastor: “It is not what she did; it was who she did it for!”

During the week I have been working, like the crazy person I am, on the playhouse. This week was spent repainting the red porch white. Once again, as much as I hate to admit it, Dan was right. It makes all of the difference in the world. Maybe before the end of next week, the outside will be done. Maybe!

The weekends, are for play. We took advantage of two beautiful days to take long leisure walks. We are excited to see the leaves changing. Hopes are still high the colors will be beautiful again this fall inspite of the drought.. One of our walks was along the golf course. We soon decided perhaps we should wear safety hats next time. The call of “fore” has taken on a new meaning.

After church today we walked through the neighborhood with Angel in tow. Not everyone in the village are senior citizens. We were immediately greeted by the two cute little kids next door. “Hey, you live up there don’t you?” Yes, we do in deed. Our house overlooks their house so to them we live in a tree house. Appropriate. These two innocent ones further brightened our day.

We asked them what their favorite treat was. In unison they replied, “Chocolate! Who doesn’t like chocolate?” In answer of what kind, they said; “Black of course.” Oh to live with the sincere directness and simplicity of a child!

I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”

Matthew 26:13


Jada's Gigi said...

It sounds as if your new life is flowing along peacefully...God is good!

Crown of Beauty said...

Hi Linda
I've been away from your blog. Woke up early... checked the new look of the Scarf Sisters blog... and scrolled down the sidebar to look for an interesting post or two to read.

And that's how I ended up here, as I realized it's been months since I last visited.

As it turns out, I had no idea why you were in a village, or what the playhouse was all about. So, congratulate me, I stayed at your blog place for over an hour slow reading your past posts, and even beyond my last visit in June.

Okay, so I get the picture now, and why you call it the playhouse. Work is over... hopefully you and Dan reach 90, so the green fees are waived! LOL...

I loved reading what you had written, and did rejoice over the healing of little Owen. You are a master of understatement, that much I can say, and I do appreciate the subtle humor in your posts.

Well... that's what blogs are for, it is our own little private space where we have the freedom to share what we want to share, in any way we want to (as long as we stay within decency rules of course)...

Blog friendships somehow give way to real life friendships... when one discovers another kindred spirit, fellow travelers on a journey called life.

Thinking warm thoughts of you this morning. Praying a special prayer for you and Dan in this new season of your lives...