Saturday, September 17, 2016

"September" by Kathy

Drink in the moment ... be sure to slowly swallow the memory to make it last ... pause and praise the Lord for the shared time with your loved one.
I had not anticipated the landslide of emotions that I would have to tread through upon the arrival of 1 September ..... but this beautiful autumn month is chocked full of moments that are etched in my heart's memory. First date - first time attending church together - hikes - creek walks - car shows - leaf pile jumping - football games - celebration of a new Marine graduated from boot camp ...... and a wedding.

Whispers of time swirl around me and for a moment I catch a misty glance into a gift of time from the past. Be sure to gather those - for you just never know .... "poof" .... and now it is a memory .....

Photo and thoughts by Kathy Hontz, used by permission.

Thank you for your prayers

Tom came home from the hospital on Monday, August 29 and we are so grateful he is doing really well! He's still at home, still has bones to mend and sprained muscles to heal. His "road rash" was relatively light. His helmet and motorcycle fared better than he did but they show where his injuries could have been far worse. He's still in a lot of pain, but is getting better every day. Last night he (we) both almost slept through the night. Getting a good night's sleep will be a major milestone!

We've received such lovely cards and comments and they've been so uplifting and precious. Thank you very much! Thank you for praying, and please continue. I started back to my regular hours at the school library last week, but I still want to devote necessary time to Tom. And of course I want to be back in touch with you too, so please pray that I can find a good, reasonable and workable balance. In the meantime my posts here will continue to be rather sporadic, but I know you'll all understand.

Love to you,

Thursday, August 25, 2016

A Personal Note

Today I'm writing to you from a hospital room. It's a little before 7 a.m. and I've spent the night here to be near my husband, Tom. He was in a motorcycle accident yesterday morning on his way to work.

Gallant man that he is, he rode his bike because my vehicle was in the shop for repairs, and I drove his car to my job at a school library. I even drove past his accident scene, wondering why in the world the ambulance had to park smack dab in the middle of the intersection. Never once did I suspect it was so they could lift him off the pavement.

His injuries aren't as bad as many motorcycle accidents, thank the Lord. I know that several of you reading this were widowed that way and my heart goes out to you. But Tom called me from the site, told me to meet him at the E.R. Then he called a co-worker and told him he couldn't come to work! The man is strong as an ox!

But he will be here several days, and recuperation will take weeks. I don't think either of us can really wrap our head around what that will be like. I can't imagine him down for more than a week, so this will be a new experience for us. He's never been hospitalized! I haven't either, except for healthy baby deliveries. In fact, hooked up to IV's and monitors yesterday he commented about getting a better understanding of what his first wife, Marilyn, must have gone through with her many procedures before she passed away from ovarian cancer.

Well, I'm getting wordy. I only intended to ask for prayer and to explain that I won't be blogging very regularly, and I don't know when I'll get to Facebook requests. My life is on hold at the moment and Tom's the priority. He has broken ribs and a broken shoulder blade plus a small lung perforation. Today he might be moved out of the trauma unit to a regular room if his oxygen levels are acceptable. Then there will be a few more days here at the hospital for pain management. I have no idea what he'll need once he gets home. But the Lord knows and He will help us through. Yesterday He gave me hope through this verse in Proverbs 24:16a--For a righteous man falls seven times, and rises again... I know that in this fallen world there will come a day when we don't rise again, but I have a peace in my heart that this is simply one of the seven stumbles. We'll get back up this time. And that's a good reason to pray because I'm sure it won't be without a struggle and with what my neighbor Nancy refers to as "gettin' ugly." lol

It's been a wonderful encouragement already to know our church was praying for us last night, to have co-workers at each of our jobs tell us, "We've got you covered, you do what you need to do and don't worry about us," and to hear from far away family scrambling like fighter jets to fly to our aid. We are loved, and we feel it.

You are loved too. May your eyes (and mine) be opened more and more to the heights and depths of God's love and the love of the people He surrounds you with. Bask in it today. I'll keep praying for you, and you please pray for Tom and me.

love to you,

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Morning Hymn

Do you ever wake up too early, or perhaps not ever fall asleep? This was how I felt one early morning, and times since, but I like how the thoughts that came to me helped put life in perspective. No pat-answer solutions, or three-easy-steps, but God does penetrate the ozone layer at times. May you find time to rest in Him this weekend.



by Ferree Hardy

I wake before dawn

and in the dark

begin the song

of ancient ways

and steadfast praise

With each note

the darkness fades

a rooster crows,

and spider sews

one last strand on her

dewdrop doily

Birds arouse

They join in

Mourning dove,

Robin, wren

Singing of You,

the Giver of all

Your goodness freshens

it brings cool hint

of snow and mint

to salt-stained skin

Red-brimmed eyes

and sadness-fevered


Father of health

and life itself

with love beyond

the stratosphere

and faithfulness that

fills the sky

Your glory orbs

the earth we hear

And wrapped in shimmering


it reaches down to

collect the songs

of one weak woman

and birds