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2020 VISION — PART II

My 2020 vision is already crystal clear. I am positively not going to make it to the bewitching hour of 12 A.M.

Mama Mick used to say – “No sense letting a holiday go to waste. Celebrate even if you are by yourself.” So there you go. My wise mama, who would always babysit for me but never go out with me on New Years Eve, shared her wisdom once again. And – thus – no matter where I was, what I was doing, I would find a way to call her as the ball began to drop.Back in the day, when I was singing on New Years Eve or involved elsewhere, this became a little complicated – especially since cell phones were a few decades in the future. But I can still hear her voice as she answered the phone, “Happy New Year, Brynie.”

No caller ID needed. She knew – I knew. A tradition that continued until she no longer remembered to stay awake to answer, and I cried. Still want to pick up the phone and call her tonight.

“Baby Face, you’ve got the cutest little baby face
There’s not another one could take your place,”

So – since I am already yawning, watching my favorite movie for New Years Eve, “It’s a Wonderful Life”, munching away on Mama Mick’s traditional shrimp, chips, cheese (brie instead of swiss) and some OH trail bologna, all I needed to do was add a little mead wine from a local meadery, and my 2020 celebration began a little early..

“Baby face,
My poor heart is jumpin you sure have started somethin’…”

Much is being made about the new decade – the roaring 20’s – which just kinda adds to the ambience of this New Years Eve celebration. I was raised on the music of the 20’s
“Baby Face”
“Ain’t Misbehavin'”
“Someone to Watch Over Me.”
“Rhapsody in Blue”
“Melancholy Baby”
“April Showers”
“Swanee”
“My Blue Heaven”
I have a feeling, there are a few other Loudonville “kids” who grew up watching their parents sing these songs out there, just like me.

The Roaring 20’s were just that. The Charleston. The new-fangled radio. Movies. Cars. WWI was officially over – the war to end all wars kicked it off with a roar. But a word of caution…the 20’s didn’t end that way.

“Therefore I live for today. Certain of finding at sunrise – Guidance and Strength for the way, Power for each moment of weakness, Hope for each moment of pain, Comfort for every sorrow, Sunshine and joy after rain!”~Anon.

We never know what the new walk around the sun will bring. It is often a mixture of opposites – of darkness and light. Last year, God gave me the Bible verse that set the tone for 2019.

“Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.”– Rev 21:5

I had one idea of how that would work out. Our Father had am entirely different idea. Valley faith walks grow a whole lot faster than they do in the bright sunlight of a meadow – especially since I have this tendency to lay down, close my eyes and just enjoy the beautiful day around me while I take a little nap.

Sigh.

This year, I’ve been reading and re-reading about Hanukkah. Listening to podcasts, watching videos, then reading the Bible. After listening to one Rabbi speak on it tonight, I pulled out the Catholic Bible so I could read Maccabees. Did you know the only place Hanukkah is mentioned in the protestant Bible is in John 10? Jesus celebrates it. He is the only one mentioned celebrating it anywhere in the Bible. I am fascinated for way too many reasons to list here, but it is leading me on a new adventure, and I love these kind of adventures. While I haven’t found my verse of the year – yet – I know He will supply it in His own time.

In the meantime, I found this tonight, and it’s just too beautiful not to share on this last night of the decade/the last night of the year.There may be dark times ahead – there may be armies so vast that I am completely dumbfounded and overwhelmed – but I have read the end of His book. My eyes are on Him, so how can I not be optimistic about 2020?

I would say my 2020 vision is working better than I deserve.

“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3 No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. 4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.” Rev 22:1-5 

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: Times Go By

“Now the year is over, let us braver stand, / Seeking to discover His—our Father’s–hand.”~Emily Elliott

I always save “A Wonderful Life” for the last of my “Christmasy” movies. I’m not sure when it became a New Year’s tradition for me, but that is exactly what it is. There are the Santa Claus movies, the Nativity movies, the found-lost-old-new-love movies of TV fare – but “Wonderful Life” ranks among the ones that I really look forward to seeing – especially the ending.

Time flies by pretty fast for this ol’ gal. Seems like just yesterday, I was holding Zu-zu’s petals in my hands when I retired and moved to North Carolina. Of course it follows that 2018 was barely a blink in time. Watching the newscasts from around the world and waiting for the one ending in NYC, I understand a little better why this old Scottish poem has become so ingrained in New Year’s celebrations world-wide.

“Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
and never brought to mind? 
Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
and old lang syne?”

I remember sitting on the stairs wrapped in Mom’s seal skin coat, watching my parents celebrate with their friends in some living room (sometimes ours – sometimes elsewhere) at the stroke of midnight. Their hands joined in a circle as they swayed back and forth. Cigarette/pipe smells mixed with the sweet pungent smell of alcohol. Counting down with the radio or TV. Singing along with Guy Lombardo. “For auld lang syne…”

“For auld lang syne, my dear, 
for auld lang syne, 
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, 
for auld lang syne.”

Most people don’t realize that they are singing Scottish words and the “auld lang syne” isn’t really “old lang syne”.  Even the addition of the English word “old”, doesn’t do much to help us understand what we are singing. The best translation that I found seems to be “Times Go By”. The song makes a little more sense as a New Year’s song when you substitute the words we understand for the Scottish ones.

Times Go By, and as we age, those times seem to go faster and faster until we are almost dizzy at the speed of events.

I think that is why I love watching “A Wonderful Life”. Harry and Mary Bailey are just like most of us. Making plans. Being side-tracked. Running into dead ends. Encouraging others. Raising a family. Frustrated when goals get trashed. A rock of strong values for others. Confused at times. Full of self-pity during weak moments. But as Times Go By, they grow wiser, and the Baileys finally figure out that they have really been on the path GOD designed just for them.

“And there’s a hand, my trusty friend! 
And give me a hand o’ thine! 
And we’ll take a right good-will draught, 
for auld lang syne.”

Today has been a great New Year’s Eve. Eggnog with the daughter and her family. Making a New Year’s Eve Star to hang above the nativity. Friends and family posting about so many wonderful blessings and thoughts from 2018. Devotional times that continue to enrich this last day of the year and shine a Light for me to follow into 2019.

Times Go By, and they may go by a little faster than I like. But my year – like the Baileys – has been filled with all the blessings that are designed just for me – just to help me become a wiser and better person than I was at the beginning of 2018. So tonight – if I am still awake – I will walk outside and give thanks to My Father. A Father who loves me more than I know and blesses me far beyond what I deserve.

“On the sixth day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…”  Times Go By and Blessings!Be! in 2019!

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”~Is 43:19 

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New Years Eve 2014

new years eve 2014All right. 2014 trash is out the door (literally and figuratively)…check. House is clean (well…relatively)…check. Clean sheets on the bed (a Mama Mick tradition)…check. Pork ribs in the oven for a midnight snack…check. Shirmp waiting to be snatched from the freezer…check. 2015 comin’….Bring it on!

Your grace and mercy, brought me through
I’m living this moment because of You
I want to thank You, and praise You too
Your grace and mercy, brought me through

I was trying to not write anything for a week, but sometimes, I just get overruled by Someone. When you get morning devotions that suddenly appear in a magazine article; a caddie who has caddied for presidents and celebrities of all types in Pinehurst, NC,; it is hard (at least for me, anyway) to argue back by saying, “I don’ wanna…busy…got plans…seriously? Today? Do I havta?”.

Thank You, for saving a sinner like me
To tell the world salvation is free
There were times when I just didnt do right
But You watched over me
All day and night

This summer as I battled through a rather extended illness, I wondered about a lot of things. Why me? Why now? Is this the way the golden years start? Who wants to hang out with a gimp? Will I ever feel like me again? Typical questions that slide in under the radar when the battle is on. We like to think that illness is just a “physical” battle. But I tend to think, illness is more spiritual than anything else. The evil one finds that weaken space between the body and the spirit and starts the real battle. Choosing to re-enforce that battle line with prayer and time in the WORD was, perhaps, the hardest thing I have ever attempted and yet – was one of the greatest lessons I’ve ever learned.

Justice demanded, that I should die
But grace and mercy said oh, no, oh, no, oh no, we’ve already paid the price
I once was blind, but thank God I can see
It was because grace and mercy came along and rescued me

It is time to look at my Gratitude list that I wrote in November. It is time to remember 2014 for all the blessings and lessons learned. It is time to look up at the midnight sky and say, “Thank You, Father, I can’t wait to see where you take me in 2015….well…with maybe just one caveat…can we please skip the illness part this time???” I am, afterall, still human…kinda…maybe… Happy New Year to all and to all a Blessed New 2015.

“Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice. Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand. Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Phil 4: 4-7