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When God Doesn't Heal

When God Doesn’t Heal

Awesome message from Joni Eareckson Tada, quadriplegic of 40 years. A must hear!

Was just sharing with a friend this morning about my impatience to be healed or at least improved to a point of “getting my life back”. It has been a “long two years”. (Kind of a piddly amount of time compared to Joni’s 40 years.) What a timely message from Focus on the family for me.

Raised in a Barn

Memories from the Seat of a Rambler

“I love the Mountains” click on the link below to hear the song.

Memories from the Seat of a Ramble

I was sitting out on the porch enjoying God’s creation and this song popped in to my head. I was immediately swept back to my childhood days. There were six children in our family. Back then there were no SUVs or mini-vans and we didn’t have hand held videos games or TVs in our vehicles. We just had each other.. eight of us squeezed into one car. You can imagine all the “he touched me” s and “Tell her to move over”s. Whenever we had a long trip, one of the ways Mom kept us from pulling out each other’s hair was to sing with us. This was one of those songs.

It dawned on me as I reminisced that I should be blogging. So here are a few memories I have in the car growing up…

1) VBS – Our mother was the VBS director all the years I can remember. Our friends went to other churches, so we spent the summer church hopping from one VBS to another. This was back in the day before seatbelt laws. SO we packed as many kids as we could in one car. We were in there like sardines. But oh the fun we had!

2) Going to Church – I remember one Sunday when we had a particularly large snow storm the night before. The only vehicle we had that could make the trip to church was the pick up truck, So, all eight of us piled into the pickup and off we went to church! We got alot of laughs as we fell out of the truck like clowns at a circus when we arrived at church. But I seem to recall it was that truck that was pulling all the cars out of the snow after church. In today’s day, a family would stay home from church on a snowy day like that, but our parents felt that attending church was highly important and this is one way that they lived what they believed in front of us. What would they have taught us has we stayed home from church that day?

3) Kids today, probably don’t even know what a station wagon is. It was the largest of family vehicles. It had two benches of seats and the back could be used for cargo or one could open the latch and find more seats! Our first such vehicles had seats the faced the rear. Seems kinds cool until you find out that riding backwards can make one nauseous! There wasn’t too much singing of “I love the Mountains, I love the rolling hills” then! It became a fight each time about whose turns it was to ride in the back. Thankfully, the car companies figured that out and began having the seats open to face each other. We didn’t make to many long trips, due to having cows to milk, but the new seat arrangement sure did help with those rides.

4) While I was in middle school, we packed up the farm and moved to Wisconsin. Most of the trips we made those days were back to Ohio to visit family. Mom would pack a cooler with food and drinks. We hit the road and stopped only for gas and bathroom breaks. Now my brother, Alex was the crazy one. He was always joking around. On one of the early trips, the rest stops were quite quaint. I’m saying sometimes, there were only outhouses to use! One particular rest stop had a path out to the “restroom facilities”. At the start of the path, was a small stand, where you could sign your name and where you were traveling to and from. Alex (probably 9 or 10) came up to the ‘registration’ stand and began dancing about like he really needed to use the bathroom. “What’s the problem?”, we asked. “I don’t have a pencil” was his reply. 🙂

Well, I’m sure there were many, many more memorable stories that could be told. But not long after our move to Wisconsin, they came out with a mini-van. It was a much more comfortable ride to say the least. And it was easy to find your car in a parking lot since no one else had one yet.

I’m sure my siblings have more memories from their seat int eh rambler. I hope they will share them in the comments below! Even if you are not my sibling, you might have a story or two to tell too. I’d love to hear them.