When brother Bob and Beth went home, they left my house in much better shape than before. Bob cleaned one bit of the bathroom ceiling that was discolored, balancing on a ladder while doing it. I was holding the cleaning solution, so I was glad I didn’t look at him. That would have been nerve-wracking.
Bob volunteered to trim the Wicked Wisteria, and I accepted with alacrity. That wild vine is always reaching out for me and running shoots underground in every direction. He made short work of it by putting his trimmer on a pole. John would have been amazed, because he and the grandsons used a ladder and loppers for the job.
I took a photo of them just before they left, needing to show that they seemed unscathed by all their hard work here. What you can’t see is their very smooth exit. We sat on the front porch for a few minutes, waiting for the proper time for them leave to meet their granddaughter. She had just started college in Asheville, and they visited her before driving home. Bob and Beth simply got up from their chairs, hugged me, walked to their car and drove off. Do you realize what was missing? There was no visible packing of suitcases, numerous trips to pack the car, last check for missing items, mad dash to get something from the bathroom, or calling a cell phone to locate it. They must have packed, loaded, and stripped the bed while I was dressing or putting breakfast on the table. Amazing!
David and I were going to our church via computer. We’ve done it many times, but this time it didn’t work. We could participate with the live chat feature on the side, but the rest of the screen was blank. David quickly whipped out his phone with no better luck. He tried to hook up with our former church in NY, but that service was already over. Missing only the first hymn, we watched St. Thomas on Fifth Avenue. It felt like homecoming. When we lived in NY, we’d go to evensong there five or six times a year. It was marvelous to hear that glorious music again, as well as a good sermon. Something we wouldn’t have seen in person was a view of the organist’s hands and feet. We sat on the porch with the waterfall quietly splashing in the background and birds and butterflies flitting about. Worship sometimes happens in ways you never imagined.
That is a peaceful way to attach church!
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And sometimes these are the most worshipful experience. A quick good by was easier on both of you. They will be back.
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Some on the Mehrling side were notorious for long leave-takings.
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Could I get on the list for a visit from Beth and Bob?? I’m sure the invitations are never ending…. : )
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The invitations will be never-ending now! You might want super-organizer Lise there, too.
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Yes, her too……and maybe you could come along and watch them with me…..How lucky you are to have such a devoted family …..I believe that God has a way of getting us where we need to be at certain times in our lives…..you are there now…..❤️
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Yes! I’ve arrived! God has taken such good care of me and those around me.
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A fitting ending for the visit! Randy has one of those trimmers on a pole, and it is great to try to keep the kudzu under control.
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Is it possible to keep kudzu under control??
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No–that is why it is try. “Do or do not, there is no try.” (Yoda) 😀
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Since Charlie is home with Covid I too went to church on line, this time twice! In one service the camera actually focused on the organist’s hands and feet during the singing. Quite a treat.
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You have high-tech people!! Hope Charlie gets well quickly without infecting you.
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Me too! We have one Mass that isn’t streamed because it turns out some people don’t want anyone to know that they are at Mass!
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Closet Christians??
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What a strange idea. You must be right.
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I like your term, Wicked Wisteria. No better name for them. I’ve never been to church online, but to see your old church live would be something worthy of note. Will you attend again?
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David and I have gone to church every week since John died. It has been a struggle for him, since he usually is a closer at work and doesn’t get home until the wee hours on Sunday morning. He used to nap as John drove us to church.
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How sweet. As a grandchild, I did what I could for my grandparents. The lessons were passed on from grandparents to grandson, even when it is a struggle.
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I felt like I was worshipping with you just looking at that image. What a gift!
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Pete and I have been worshipping online for two years, and doing adult faith formation sessions and committee meetings on Zoom. It’s been a lifeline.
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Yes, online worship and meetings are great. We didn’t have time to drive 45 minutes to church, and that’s when the system failed.
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What kind and useful visitors. I like how they left so peacefully. I think attending church online is one of the pluses of the Pandemic. ( as long as the technology works!)
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We missed being with the people at church, and we were happy to resume being together on Sundays. The streaming was great when we didn’t have a choice.
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Always best to be with people but nice to have the option if you are unable to get out. xo
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“Worship sometimes happens in ways you never imagined.” AMEN!
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Online worship meeting are great. Worship sometimes happens in way you never imagined. But now together in church. I everyday going my prayer hall meet all. Very well doing brother cleaning bathroom ceiling and you holding colour solution. Good blance ladder doing it. Nice video for timmer. Beautiful photo with brother.
God bless you 🙏
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That’s wonderful that you go to your prayer hall every day. God bless you, too.
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Thank you so much.
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Nobody ever does tidy up for us? What’s your secret?
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It isn’t a secret, but you were not active here 2.5 months ago. Things were changing drastically for me. Thanks to people’s prayers and kindness, I’m doing extremely well. Husband John died suddenly as he was coming home after a lovely weekend at the train club, doing what he loved to do. He was having chemotherapy for light chain amyloidosis, and he had congestive heart failure. We found out later that it was a lethal combination. His heart stopped, and they couldn’t get it going again. God took him at the best possible time for him and for me. He wouldn’t have wanted to go downhill and sink into death. I didn’t have to get someone to drive me to the train club four hours away. Everything was taken care of by phone, computer, and scanning. Daughter Lise came from Denmark and stayed two months, arranging a lovely memorial service and helping me with all the paperwork. You just read about my brother’s coming, and daughter Kate will be here for a week later this month. See? You missed all the details and went straight to the happy ending. Thanks to so many people, the transition to widowhood was made smoothly.
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That’s nice that because Bob and Beth were so thoughtful, they kind of slipped out without a long good-bye. You have wonderful relatives and friends Anne.
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