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Weekend Moment: Josh at 15

Yesterday was my son Josh’s 15th birthday.

This is a photo of him when he was fifteen months old.

Where has the time gone?!

When he was 19 months old, his sister Julia was born. When Doug brought him to the hospital to meet her, I greeted him and said, “Josh, this is your sister!” He leaned in to take a good look at her and said with great enthusiasm, “Hi Sister!” To this day, that is what he calls her. He has never called her Julia…just “Sister.” Oddly enough, my mom’s brother called her “Sister” which was later shortened to just “Sis”, so I suppose Josh is carrying on a family tradition. 🙂

Today, he is nearly 6′ tall. He runs 5K races and is my workout partner at the gym. Soon his dad and I will be sitting in the stands cheering him on when he competes with his high school track team. He loves playing Airsoft with his buddies, camping, and hiking  the many mountains near our home.

He plays the clarinet, the oboe, the piano, and the bass guitar and enjoys playing in both the high school band and a community band called New Horizons. This thrills me, as I have no musical talent whatsoever. I love the sound of his music filling the house.

Even as a young teenager, Josh has a strong sense of self and is fiercely independent. He was an extremely strong willed toddler which made for some major parenting challenges. However, it has been wonderful to see all that energy now directed toward what he is passionate about, producing a focused, self-directed, and goal-oriented young man.

His sense of humor and dead-on impressions keep us laughing.

He sees much of life through the lens of his camera. Last summer, he had his first paid gig as a videographer at a local wedding. I will never forget watching him walk out the front door wearing his suit, holding a tripod, with two camera cases slung over each shoulder. He looked so professional. My little boy was growing up.

I am so proud of him. It is a joy to be his mom.

“Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart.” —Author unknown



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The Beauty of The Hours

“Time is a smooth white seashell…hold it close and listen to the beauty of the hours.” — Anonymous

I learned the power of a moment on February 24,1990.

It was on that day that  my best friend died.

Her name was Tracy and we were like sisters…best friends since we were five years old.  I had been the maid of honor in her wedding  just seven short months before.  That evening, she had been chatting on the phone with a friend when her voice suddenly fell silent.  She had died instantly, the result of a previously undiagnosed heart condition.

One moment, she was a young, happy newlywed, filled with hope for the future.  And the next moment, her life on earth ended and she entered eternity.

My life was never the same after that day.

I had been raised in Peters Creek Baptist Church in the small town of Library, PA.  All my life, I had heard the wondrous truth of a Savior named Jesus…God in human flesh…who loved me enough to come to this earth and pay a debt that I could never pay.  I accepted Him as my Savior when I was 13 years old and walked with Him throughout my school years.

However, as I neared the end of college and  later entered the workforce, I began to drift away…ever so slowly and subtly.  The enticements of the world beckoned and I began to flirt with danger.  I stopped going to church and my Bible collected dust on the shelf .  I became someone I didn’t even recognize and found myself in places I never thought I would be.  I convinced myself that I was having the time of my life, that I was “free.”  Yet, late at night when all was still and quiet, an emptiness gnawed at my soul and I knew Jesus was whispering for me to come home.

I got very good at tuning out His still, small voice…until February 24, 1990.

That night, He used a megaphone.

As I literally lay on the floor, sobbing  not only over the loss of my best friend, but of what had become of my life, His Spirit spoke clearly to mine and He said, “You are NOT promised tomorrow. What are you doing with the one life I have given you? Return to Me.”

And so I did.  In deep repentance, I returned to His open arms and unconditional love…to the God who gives beauty for ashes.  Peace flooded my soul and I have never looked back.  From that moment on, my view of life was forever altered and I began to treasure my moments.

That is why I started this blog.  Time flies by in a blur and it’s easy to forget the beauty of the moments.  This little corner of the blogosphere will be a place for me to record the various moments that make up a life:  some funny, some sad, and everything in between.

The Chris Rice song  The Power of a Moment was the inspiration for this blog.

So…welcome.  Life is a beautiful gift.  I will look forward to sharing the beauty of the hours with you. 🙂




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