Archive | October, 2011

Motorcycle Momma

19 Oct

Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one.
Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your strength.  These commandments that I give you today
are to be upon your hearts.  Impress them on your children. Talk about them
when you sit at home and when you walk [ride] along the road,
when you lie down and when you get up.
Deuteronomy 6:4-7

During our former life while living in southern Indiana, my husband hit a phase of mid-life crisis and purchased a motorcycle.  Tim’s extreme busy work schedule at that time prevented him from riding very often.  Although the invitation was usually extended, I really had no desire to accompany him on his journeys, so when given the opportunity, he would take to the roads alone. 

For those of you who faithfully read Morsels of Mercy, you will recall that my “Munchy Monday” girls blessed me with a black motorcycle helmet as a “See You Later” gift.  Knowing that Tim’s work schedule was going to dramatically change, allowing him evenings and weekends in which to ride, I guess they figured I might want to tag along.  Anyway, just in case, they provided me with the one safety accessory that was a necessity.  Then a few weeks later for my 50th birthday, several of them went in together and bought me a black leather riding jacket. Every time I slip the helmet on and zip the jacket up, I think of my precious friends and once again thank God for their love for me.

I have to say that I have begun to truly enjoy riding on the back of the motorcycle with my husband.  I know there are some very real dangers, but we do our part in eliminating as many of those as possible by our own actions.  We continually find ourselves riding on the back country roads, looking for real estate ‘for sale’ signs, trusting that one of these days we will drive by the perfect house in the perfect setting.  Since we are not high tech with a helmet to helmet intercom system, we’ll tap on each other’s leg – right leg to look to the right or left leg to look to the left.  Creative, aren’t we?  Talking to one another would be sort of nice, but I rather enjoy the quiet.  My thoughts are noisy enough … planning the next day’s wardrobe and dinner, the next blog topic, and the to-do list once we get home.  I also use the quiet time to pray.  There are always people on my mind, their needs, their concerns, and my love for them. 

I really enjoy looking at names of streets while we ride.  Curds Way is my favorite of all!   Then there is Chick A Dee Dr., Pebble Beach Dr. (in the middle of Pennsylvania?), and Ice House Dr., which is right off of Church Street.  I believe every town inPennsylvania has a Church Street– and every town inPennsylvania has at least one United Methodist Church located on Church Street!  We are truly blessed in America for having quite the smorgasbord of churches where we can find Jesus. 

Autumn in southern Pennsylvania

Besides the awesome views of plush rolling hills, dotted with large farm houses, red barns, green tractors, and black and white cows, I so enjoy the smells!  Fresh mown grass, often followed by the distinct odor of the pre-mixed gasoline powered weed-eater.   Something about that combination makes me think of my Dad and my Pappy.  The other day we were riding beside a big row of very tall pine trees to our right, and my heart was instantly warmed as I caught the scent of Christmas.  There are other days that a different kind of pine will send me back a few years to the beautiful grounds of Bonita Park in New Mexico.  Fresh road tar.  Corn fields.  Rain.  We were quite a ways from home this one hot Saturday afternoon when all of a sudden we smelled it.  We immediately poked on each other’s legs and pointed ahead to the wall of rain that we were heading into.  Within moments, we were both drenched but having fun as we cooled off in the summer shower.  There is the fragrance of wild flowers along the road, the mouth watering aroma of someone’s steak dinner cooking on the grill as we pass by, and the mildly pungent odor from the freshly spread manure in the fields back in the spring.  The damp and mossy smell of the woods, along with the fresh strong aroma of wild onions and garlic will always remind me of my Mammaw Wells.  And this time of year as the evening shadows begin to fade, we’ll catch whiffs of bonfires burning and the musty smell of autumn leaves on the ground.  Then there is the unmistakable smell of a chilly evening – the slight tingle in the nose and you just recognize the smell. 

 

This past Saturday offered us perhaps one of the last few days of comfortable riding weather before winter.  With camera in hand and the GPS on my phone, we were gone for several hours as we enjoyed the fall foliage, the smells, thoughts, prayers, and the quiet company of each other.  Won’t you join me in the changing of the seasons, to take the time to enjoy all that God has gifted us with … the sites, smells, our abilities, our relationships with one another … and most importantly, our relationship with Him!

And a highway will be there;
it will be called the Way of Holiness.
Isaiah 35:8

Until next time,
Debbie

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**  Blog photo of fall decorations in my home … October 2011

 

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MimiX2

5 Oct

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.  
III John 1:4

 

Baby Announcement Cupcake

The little piece of paper said “May 1st”.  I found it at the bottom of the cupcake I was eating.  Was it some random quality control sticker that someone accidentally placed on the inside of the muffin cup, or was it the subtle message of proclamation that I had been waiting for now for several months?  I leaned over to my hubby and asked him if he also had a May 1st slip of paper … and he did!  At that moment, I looked up to see the grins on the faces of our daughter and her husband as I squealed out the question … “Are you pregnant?”  Hugs, kisses, and more hugs were shared freely at that moment as the realization dawned on us, Mimi and Papaw, that another precious little life was on its way!  My ecstatic grandma heart quieted down temporarily in order to listen to the details of symptoms, early morning tests, a doctor visit, and our need to keep this quiet for the next few weeks.  Oh my!  Such a difficult job description for a Mimi and Papaw … but somehow we made it through, and here we are!   We have another grandbaby on the way!

The request of silence was until the tiny heart beat was heard and the attending physician gave the official due date, which is May 6th.  The fascinating fact of this new baby is that it is the same time period that we experienced Cole’s journey.  His due date was May 4th, but due to Kim’s severe case of pre-eclampsia, we were surprised with Cole’s birth 6 weeks early.  We are praying for a different grand entrance this next time!

Soon after finding out that Kim was going to have another baby, Tim and I went on an evening motorcycle ride.  As is our habit of safety, I shoot off a quick text to Kim and let her know that we are going for a ride.  The response read “Be careful MimiX2!”

The Big Brother

As the expecting parents visit doctors, view ultrasounds, and plan for the newest member of their family, this Mimi plans on coming along side to give an extra helping hand … especially with bringing Cole home for more weekend playtimes and allowing some much needed rest for his momma.  Maybe we’ll take a trip to the local library and check out some books about how fun it is to be a big brother!  I know that this grandma is overwhelmed by God’s amazing grace and His mercies which are new for me every morning.  I turn 51 years old tomorrow, and am extremely excited to think that before my next birthday, I will be MimiX2.   Won’t you join me in celebrating life?  The miraculous gift of the unborn child, the rambunctious life of a toddler, and even the life of a vintage woman named Mimi.

Until next time,
Debbie

 

Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him.
Psalm 127:3

I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Psalm 146:2

 

For my friends who subscribe to Morsels of Mercy and automatically get a copy sent to your email, check out the blog on my website to see additional photos of my family         https://morselsofmercy.wordpress.com

**  Blog photo of fall decorations in my home … October 2011