Writing Wins and Woes: What I Learned from Generosity

Generosity is a great thing. Showing compassion to those in need is a blessing. But in this case, I’m not talking about the kind of generosity that involves giving to people. I’m talking about the board game. I’m sure most of you never heard of the Generosity board game. I bought it about 20 years ago and played it with my son back then. Just recently, we relived some of the childhood nostalgic fun with our son by playing it again. We had a blast.

Here’s some things I learned that mirror life from this board game:

You don’t get heavenly rewards unless your attitude is right. If you have no love, or you’re on a ego trip or you’re a showboat, you don’t get anything deposited into your heavenly treasure chest.

You don’t always get to choose your life course. Although I always wanted to be a teacher for most of my life, I ended up a janitor. My husband wanted to be an artist. He ended up a route man. My son wanted to be a professional basketball player. He is a Fed Ex driver for now. My oldest daughter wanted to be a cartoonist. She does work comp. for a great company.  But this goes to show, you don’t always get what you want in life. But yes, you may get what you need.

Life deals you a lot of sucker punches. What do you want to do with them? Sit and whine or journey on? It’s your choice.

Having children, if you are so blessed, contributes to your heavenly treasure chest even if your attitude wasn’t always right. And believe me, mine wasn’t. Parenthood is trying. I wish I had learned sooner that what they most wanted was my love and support. Luckily, they still do.

In life, it’s best to make a will. Ha Ha. In the game Generosity, if you have a will, you spin the spinner and get 50,000 times the amount in your heavenly treasure chest, but only if your attitude is right. This may not happen in life. In fact, I doubt it will, but even so, a will is a very valuable thing. For one thing, it prevents many disagreements between your children.

God blesses those who give. I’m so grateful for the time I had training up my children. I didn’t always do it right, but when I sat down with my son playing this game again, I was satisfied that I had done something right after all.

Writing Wins and Woes: Curve Balls

I must admit, my life didn’t turn out to be anything that I expected. I expected: to be a veterinarian, then a missionary school teacher, then a writer. I turned out to be a sometimes writer, sometimes preschool teacher but mostly a school janitor. I expected: to be a mom forever with my kids close by. I turned out to be a wanna be mom with one of my kids far away and the others not needing me near as much as I need them. I expected to be: happily married to my Prince Charming just like in the Disney movies. I turned out to be tolerably married to someone who’s a work in progress. That’s all right. The only way I qualify for Cinderella is the work I’m always doing around the house. I expected to be: put together by 54. I turned out to be still a mess.

Why is it that our hopes and dreams don’t match up to our expectations? Did I not try hard enough? Did I settle for less than what I imagined I could be? Did I just give up? More than likely, I just took what life offered and made the best of what I had.

I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately. If we keep telling ourselves that this is not the life we want, we start believing it. Instead, I need to believe that what I have is a good life, and that it can be better if my attitude is better. If I say to myself, I’ve got a good husband that is trying to improve. He just recently started helping me with the dishes and the wash. If I say to myself, I’ve got good kids that for some unknown reason still want me in their lives. If I say to myself, I’ve still got my parents when many others my age have lost theirs. If I say to myself, there’s still room for achievements in my life and try to be more thankful for the ones I’ve already had.

Then the curve balls in life won’t become foul balls. They might even turn into home runs.

Writing Wins and Woes: Family Firsts

I’ve had a lot of firsts in the last couple of weeks. First time I traveled 1000 miles away from my home. First time I stayed in a home of practical strangers. First time I’ve traveled through Indiana, Illinois and quite by accident, Michigan. First time I’ve ever been in Iowa. First time I hugged my youngest daughter in almost two years. There’s quite a few more firsts I’ve experienced but it’s too many to relate.

There was a time I never would have done any of these things. This is what love will enable you to do. Love will make you travel as far as you need to go to be with the one you love. Love will help you cope with new surroundings, new people, new ways of doing things.

Here are a few things I did on my trip. I visited the Amana colonies. I walked a gravel road to a deer farm. I fed two very sweet alpacas. I waited up nights for a raccoon to show at the back door. I prepared many dinners with my daughter. I watched the Babadook on Netflix. Don’t bother doing that. It’s not worth it. I visited a beautiful park with waterfalls that looked nothing like Iowa.  I traveled with two of my favorite people. I shared my life with people I didn’t know. I won a game of Uno, played against a master Uno player.

If ever God orchestrated anything, I know God orchestrated my trip. He allowed a person to enter my life who grew up in Iowa, who just happened to be going to Iowa at the time when my daughter moved to Iowa. What are the odds of my oldest Pennsylvania daughter meeting the son of an Iowa girl while my youngest Pennsylvania daughter met an Iowa boy? God is so good even when you think everything is bad. He will always make a way.


Writing Wins and Woes: Comfort Zones

This will be my last blog post for a little while. I think what I’m doing is called vacation but as I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m not sure. I’ve never traveled 1000 miles away. I’ve never been past my surrounding states. I never stayed with people I barely know. And I’ve hardly ever went anywhere without my husband. The last place I went without him was three years ago to a ladies retreat. This is all way out of my comfort zones.

But I am going to do it. I am going to see my daughter. There have been a lot of changes in her life. There have been a lot of changes in my life. I am naturally apprehensive. Seeing her to me right now seems like I will be seeing a different person. She will no longer be this little girl I once played Littlest Pet Shop with and watched Disney movies together while eating microwave popcorn. She won’t be the same girl that journeyed all the way to the top of Turkey Hill Trail with me and then joked about the creepy people that we found there when we arrived. She won’t even be the same girl that I watched proudly graduate from Charter School all the while knowing we’d be separating in just a few short weeks.

She is a new independent girl now. She journeyed far from home and started a new life, much different from the life she lived with me. She acquired new habits and tastes. She wears different clothes, has different colored hair and make up and she has somebody else as the center of her heart. But do you know what? I don’t care about any of that. She is my daughter and I love her. Distance, after all, is just miles to be bridged.

Writing Wins and Woes: Strolling Down Memory Lane

They say when you get older, your memory fails. But I’m not finding that to be true. I may forget unimportant stuff like where I left my purse or my keys, but the most crucial events of my life are planted forever in my brain, and in fact, are becoming more substantial and poignant as time flies by.

For instance, I remember vividly when each of my children were born. I remember the surprise I felt when I fell head over heels in love with my firstborn. I didn’t expect it. I never liked babies much. But when I held her in my arms, I never wanted to let her go. She was the reason for my existence all of a sudden. Then my son was born. We like to joke and say he was an ugly baby. He was all red and hairy. He even had hair on his back, but he quickly grew into one of the most handsome men I know. His compassion and sense of humor has always brightened every day of my life. And then there was my youngest child. Words fail to describe how much I loved her and still love her. The ache in my heart became a hole when she left to live 1000 miles away.

Why am I so nostalgic all of a sudden? Two reasons. We are celebrating my oldest daughter’s birthday this weekend. I am so blessed to have her in my life. Especially since the birth of my grandson, we have grown closer. Miles has fulfilled his name and took those miles that separated us, not physical miles but maybe some emotional ones, and tied our hearts together so tight, I hope they never unravel.

The other reason is in one week I’m going to be going on a journey. It’s been long overdue. I’m going to finally hold my youngest daughter in my arms. I’m going to see her face to face. I haven’t seen her in a year and a half. That’s a lot for someone I spent practically every waking moment with prior to that time since the day she was born. After not seeing her for so long, seeing her again will be almost surreal. I wouldn’t be able to go on this trip except that an angel volunteered to take me to see her. She says I am doing her a favor so she has company on the trip as she is going to her daughter’s wedding, but I know she is doing this because she is such a caring person, and I am grateful that she has made this extraordinary offer. She will never know what it means to me.

This is where I thank God for his blessings. Being able to see my daughter again. Being blessed with three beautiful children and one handsome grandson. And having friends who are willing to go way beyond what I could possibly hope so my heart’s desire could be fulfilled. The Bible says “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” My heart has been ailing for a long time. There were times in my life when I couldn’t see my way out of the darkness. But there is no darkness that God can’t shine His light through.

Writing Wins and Woes: In Honor of Bunnies

Easter, pets and daddy 015 Yes, I know Easter is over but Easter got me to thinking about Easter bunnies. A good friend of mine wondered about why bunnies are associated with Easter, and I told her that as much as I know the concept of Easter bunnies is just a Spring thing like chicks and pretty Spring flowers.

When I was young I often got an Easter bunny for Easter. A real rabbit, that I never seemed to have very long. I also got many colored chicks. Some old folks might remember that chicks were dyed different pastel type colors at Easter and sold for careless children everywhere. They never lasted either. Usually, I ran them to death, I think. Animal rights activists didn’t exist when I was a kid so you could actually visit a zoo or be entertained at a circus, complete with circus elephants, without repercussion.

But today I’m paying tribute to my bunnies. They passed away some time ago, but I still miss them. Rabbits are great pets. They don’t bite. They are very soft and docile for the most part, and if you stick with the dwarf variety, they don’t even get very big. When I was a kid, you almost never kept a bunny in the house. He stayed in an outside cage but all my bunnies have been inside pets, and they actually were very loving and not very annoying, except the males loved to thump their back legs from time to time when they wanted something, like my female bunny in the other cage.

My favorite bunny was Honey Bunny. She was a beautiful little brown bunny, very sweet and loving. At the time we had her, we also had two other bunnies. One belonged to my son, Matthew and was named Raichu, named after a Pokemon. My husband called him Choo, Choo, because it sounded cuter, and the other was named Chester, who became Chessy. Chessy was actually found by my daughter’s dog, May. And so I called him May’s rabbit. May, a little shetland sheepdog, cornered Chessy in her yard, and when Melisa couldn’t find the owner, passed Chessy on to me. Chessy was a bit of an escape artist and was always getting out of his  play yard enclosure and was forever trying to make his way to Honey Bunny, which he once succeeded, resulting in a sad pregnancy. Sad because Honey Bunny was much too small for our bigger lop-eared Chessy, and so she delivered a dead baby bunny. She had a rather hard labor and almost died herself.  Sad as we were that the baby died, we were glad that Honey Bunny lived.  Our beautiful rabbits have long since gone to Bunny Heaven, but we were so thankful to have had them in our lives.


Writing Wins and Woes: Who Moved the Stone?

When I was in Bible college, I had to read a book by Frank Morrison titled Who Moved the Stone. It was a book detailing scientific and historical truth on the accuracy of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It was an interesting read. I never really questioned the truth of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I always believed in the miracles of Christ without question. My doubts always centered around who was lost;  going to Hell, and who was saved; going to Heaven. It was easier to be dogmatic in my younger days, but as I got older, compassion got the best of me and I didn’t want to be so quick in deciding who belongs in Heaven and Hell. Now a days I leave the decision to God, and just try to find it in my heart to care about people. This is a concept that is not entirely easy for me as I’m a bit of a loner, and don’t really like society so much, but one on one I can deal with people in a compassionate way.

But back to Who Moved the Stone. Today is Good Friday. It’s the day we commemorate the death of Christ on the Cross. I struggle with the concept of Good Friday. It is good because Christ sealed my salvation on the day He died and yet it is bad because the world turned against Christ on that day. They subjected him to unimaginable torture, ridicule and murder in one of the most horrible deaths of the day. A person actually dies from suffocation but it is a long and grueling process. To hasten death normally on the cross, a person’s legs are broken, so he can’t heave himself up to breathe. They didn’t have to do that to Christ because he was already dead at this time in the process. He was already dead because he willingly gave up his life. He struggled to the point that He had to and then He let go into the arms of His father. He suffered separation from His father, though, before that because He carried our sins. They did test His state of living or dead by piercing his side with a spear. When blood and water run out, they know the person is dead.

I was offended this week when I heard this day referred to as Spring Black Friday. Wow, I thought, another way to commercialize a religious holiday but really, this day was a true Black Friday for Christ. He suffered so much. I know who moved the stone. God the Father did in someway. Maybe he sent His angels to move it when they proclaimed his resurrection. Jesus didn’t need to move it. He had a new body that could go through walls and fly away to Heaven. Yes, it is a Good Friday. Without this dark day in history, there would be no Easter Sunday, no resurrection day. The stone was moved. Jesus is risen. Hallelujah!