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The long road home <3

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Well, remember how on Friday I told you packing is the one of the worst parts of leaving home.

It’s the deciding what I will need and if this or that happens, or the weather changes or….whatever might cause me to wish I had tucked just one more thing in my bag.

But packing to come home?

So easy… I just have to look around the room and gather everything that is mine. I don’t have to worry about wrinkles in the garments…it gets rolled tight and shoved in…and one more walkthrough of the room to make sure I got all the cords and miscellaneous things I set out to make this place feel more like home.

I have so much to tell you and lots of pretty pictures from this part of God’s creation, like what greeted me this morning…

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But I am still wrapping all that happened up into cohesive thoughts and sentences.

We are going to have a fun week unpacking my thoughts, right after I get a chance to get home and unpack my suitcase.

And large carry on.

And purse.

Traveling light?

Never heard of it <3

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Wednesday Randoms <3

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Hey all…this picture was one of my first ones every on a blog post.

It was my view when I would take my daily walks over on the east side of this town we have called home for 40 plus years.

I used to carry a little digital camera with me and snap pictures because we didn’t have such technology as a marvelous camera that also multitasks as a phone, computer, GPS, notebook, clock, calendar, step counter and address book.

So since I am being all nostalgic, we will kick off the randoms with:

#1

This is the birthday month for Journey Onward <3

My first post went “live” on October 11, 2013 and you can check it out here… https://www.laurareimer.net/wp-admin/post.php?post=4&action=edit

At that point I had not figured out how to insert photos and only a couple of people even knew I was doing it. When I look at the number of posts published today , it is 1,915. Wow…I have walked through a few learning curves and it’s been something that I am so very grateful to have been given the resources to do.

I have been blown away over the years by people I didn’t even know read it telling me thank you.

For me it is a thank YOU.

Thank you for checking out what I have to say and for the positive feedback and sharing of thoughts that my words might have stirred. I had hoped to reach empty nest moms like myself but God has used this little Journey to reach others I never would have dreamed of sharing my thoughts with.

I am deeply grateful for the readers over the years who have taken time to sit and listen to me for a few minutes.

Which brings me to….

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#2

Yesterday I put a post out there that was a bit beyond my usual policy to keep this a safe zone from controversial topics.

But it was just burning in my heart and I have found that when I can’t not say something and I have prayed fervently not to have to say it, it is usually something that God would like me to stretch myself to say.

I received several thoughtful comments today from some of you and I am not posting them because I feel each one was very much just a personal sharing of your own musings on this topic.

But I want you to know…and you know who you are…that I read them and took them to heart and I hear you.

I am praying for you and for me as we navigate what it is to speak the truth in love and to not shrink back, but to also not be purposefully offensive or confrontational EVEN IF we are perceived be just that.

Thanks always for reaching out and remember…I try and discern if a comment will benefit others or was just for me.

Your thoughts are safe here <3

#3

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Back to the blog anniversary thing, every year since 2013 I have prayerfully thought how to add to or grow in some area of the Journey.

In the past I have attended two She Speaks conferences hosted by Proverbs 31, two Declare conferences, added sharing posts on social media, starting an email list, written a “Deep Healing” pdf for you to print off and this year Russ encouraged me to try another conference.

So this Friday I will be traveling to one in Colorado Springs called The Pen and the Page.

The setting is the Glen Eyrie Castle…which sounds like I need to delete a few thousand pictures from the 11,235 currently taking up space on my phone…because it looks beautiful.

I am excited because this conference is different in that it is more about actually writing than about what to do with your writing to get it out there.

I would most appreciate your prayers for God to really move in this time that I have been given to hear His thoughts on what I might be able to write that would speak His heart better to those who read these words.

Thank you in advance.

#4

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I know I shared my reading list for October and it was limited, but I ended up adding a book to read right before bed.

My mind spins too much and I have to be careful what I put in right before I fall asleep so I picked up one I was gifted a number of years ago called A Simple Blessing by Michael W. Smith.

In this book, written in 2011, he talks about how he started praying a blessing over the audience at the end of his concerts and the impact it had on them and on him.

One of the chapters talks about how we have gotten the idea of “blessing” wrong. We tend to think that blessing is material prosperity, personal abundance in the things that matter to us including relationships and career happiness, and a complete absence of loss and suffering.

He talks about how many people have come to view church attendance and it was eye-opening as well as convicting:

Church often becomes an adjunct to help people meet the needs and solve the problems that arise from rejecting God’s standards and living by the standards of the culture around them.

Or, in many cases, church is used simply as a respite from the daily grind of the week. The Sunday morning worship hour provides a spiritual oasis in the desert of secularism. A sort of spiritual recharge to get people through the pressures of what’s ahead.

Michael W. Smith A simple Blessing pg 33-34

He goes on then to say that the church and coming together for worship and learning was never supposed to be about what it does for ME.

Our natural tendency is to be somewhat narcissistic and he points out that means we tend to engage and interact based on what the whole things means to US. What will I get out of this or that experience or interaction?

But he directs the reader to Paul’s teaching in Romans 12: 3, 10 that we are to strive to NOT put ourselves first, but others first. That we are to be devoted to one another and honor one another.

It is a great reminder to me that the music and the sermon and the fellowship in the lobby are not about me and what is pleasing to me, but about belonging to and encouraging and edifying the whole body of Christ. It is corporate worship and corporate learning and corporate sharing of the eucharist that make up the essence of “church”….good reminder.

One pastor I like to listen to refers it to “facing outward”…we come to church looking to others and how we can engage with them to encourage or show care or come alongside in this life path we share.

These are good reminders for one like me who tends to be introverted. I seek out the company I already know and those who make ME feel good…instead of asking God who I can bless.

and finally….just for fun…

#5

This little cutie figured out how to play her own hand at Go Fish last night.

Joel asked me if I had a zebra and I didn’t.

Sis chuckled and innocently said he should have asked her.

I thought…oh…how sweet…she doesn’t even know…but oh…she did.

I snapped this picture just before her turn when she wisely asked her brother if HE had a zebra…have mercy.

Why does stuff like this just make me laugh for days?

Oh well…here’s to card playing fun and laughter.

I may have needed a crane to get me back up on my feet when we were done but it was the best. game. ever.

Hugs to all !

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Remembering Miss Sadie <3

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Hey blog friend….in case you don’t know…this little slice of the internet grew out of a weekly letter to the Sunday school class I taught. I wrote it for many years before I ever tried posting on this wider reach. One of our class mates was Miss Sadie Fox and so I am sharing with you today the letter for today’s “Friday Email”…hope it blesses you. Sadie attended our class for years and even when she couldn’t hear very well and her sweet face was drawn into a concerning frown to try and hear what my over-loud voice was saying, she would thank me graciously every week for teaching. Sigh…loved her and the generation of women she represents. So here is the letter I sent them today…..

Hello and happy Friday

I didn’t get an email out last week because we were in an area in Northern Wisconsin that struggled with wifi access. Between that little curve ball in my phone/computer access and this past week’s interruption of all things Facebook, I have realized how much I rely on the internet for communication.

Cue a new level of panic in this continuing saga of post 2020 life where we are beginning to realize how quickly all that we call “normal” can be lost. 

Since news of all manner, but especially local information, seems to be spread now by means of electronic communication, I am aware that some of you will be reading this as fresh news and I want to share my deepest prayers for the way it may hit you. 

We lost another of the generation that still dressed up for church and got their hair done weekly and carried themselves with a sweet grace gleaned from years in the trenches that made them better, not bitter. 

Our dear Miss Sadie Fox left us to be with Jesus a few week’s ago and her absence from planet earth is still palpable to those who were hoping for one more encounter with her here on this side. 

Russ and I attended her funeral and there were times I feared an ugly sob was going to come bursting out of me. 

We had not planned to go through the visitation line with Covid and all, but we got there early enough and just felt compelled to go down and give our respects to the family. 

As they introduced themselves to me and shared relationship details, I cried because although I didn’t know the faces….I knew every name.

I knew seasons and details of their lives because I had been asked many times over the years to pray for them. Young ones who had traveled for school, older ones who had had career changes, losses, celebrations…all of it. 

I could hear their names rolling off of Sadie’s sweet southern tongue like honey on a biscuit as I would look into those beautiful eyes and feel her hand on my arm as she asked me to pray for this one or that one. 

Heading back to our pew for the service, I saw others I had been asked to pray for sitting here and there.

Young women, now, who I once prayed for as they were teenagers many years ago.

This one and that one that Sadie had taken under her wing and into her heart.

And if they were in her heart, you can know, she had consistently and urgently invited them into our hearts as well, through asking us to pray. 

I sat and listened to various family and our pastor share through choked voices about what she meant to them and to all of us. 

Sadie mentored before mentoring was a thing. 

She mentored by loving and caring and praying and then acting on the behalf of others. 

Her conversations were never overly wordy and never hurried, but all carefully thought out and then she just engaged in drawing people into the fellowship of prayer, community and action. 

No one on earth said my name quite like Sadie.

Even as she would be chatting about someone or something going on, she was pouring out encouragement and kind words and hope. Even when her hearing failed and her eyesight dimmed so that she would ask us to tell her who we were when we approached her, those joy-filled eyes would exude the light and love of Jesus as she warmly smiled into what she couldn’t see with her physical sight. 

I attended a conference once where the speaker said my generation loves senior saints, we just will never be one.

We all laughed and I think of it often. It is so true.

Even as I and my peers develop all the outward signs of being that “nice older lady at church….” We still hang on to the clothing and activities of our younger years.

My generation has done aging different than the one that preceded us.

I hope, though, that we are walking in the footsteps of the likes of Sadie’s Pendleton Plaid Jacket grace…that we are the bridge of faith to the young women and men coming behind us. 

I hope we are showing all the signs of having walked faithfully with God in the times we have been given and that we are inviting others to join us as we pray for those we love. 

I hope we remember the value of unhurried conversation and the sharing of our hearts with those in our faith community to build one another up….to say the name of the person we are talking in such a way that they will remember we knew them and loved them. 

I hope we graciously extend grace and help to those who are walking through the seasons we weathered, or were spared from…. and we are extending the fruit God has blessed us with to help them to grow and flourish. 

Thank you Miss Sadie Fox for living a genteel life with a fierce love for others. 

You are missed my sweet friend. 

Deeply missed <3

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