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applejacks.jpg“Apple Jacks Cereal” was on my grocery list yesterday.

Garrett has been talking about them nonstop.

Every morning, I’d ask the kids what they want for breakfast & his reply was always the same:

“I want Apple Jacks Cereal, Mommy.”

And he says it just like that too. It’s never “Apple Jacks.” It’s always “Apple Jacks Cereal.”

He was ecstatic when he saw the box yesterday!

So, this morning, needless to say, he was even more excited to get his beloved “Apple Jacks Cereal.”

Adam asked me as I was shaking the cereal into the bowl:

“You know why he wanted them so badly, don’t you?”

I had assumed he had them for a snack at church or school.

“No,” he replied. “He loves the commercial.”

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For Grandpa

kermit2.jpegGrandpa Jack’s memorial took place on this beautiful day. The minister read this poem at Grandma June’s memorial & I wanted to share it here too. It’s called “The Dash” and it’s by Linda Ellis.

Grandpa, you lived your dash well.

I love you.

 

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

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Grandpa

Grandpa Jack was a family man.

He would tell you, “There are two important things about family. Family comes first & no matter what, a family sticks together.”

Your legacy lives on through us Grandpa.

We live and we love by your example.

 

     
John B. “Jack” KlintworthAug. 5, 1923 – March 23, 2008

John B. “Jack” Klintworth, 84, Venice, formerly of Chicago, died March 23, 2008.

Jack was the beloved husband of Rita for more than 57 years. He was the loving father of David (Beverly) Klintworth, Karen (Ron) Bashoff, Mary (Craig) Brown and Carol (Peter) Leifert; his nine cherished grandchildren; and five precious great-grandchildren.
He served in the U.S. Navy during World War II and the Korean War. He worked for 45 years at Goodman Manufacturing Company in the personnel and accounting departments.
Jack and Rita retired to Venice in 1986. He was president of the Venice Isle Homeowners Association and the Federation of Mobile Home Owners, which he worked tirelessly as membership chairperson.
The family is grateful for the loving care he received from the staff at the Douglas T. Jacobson State Veterans’ Home.

God bless all of you.

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My Little Vacuum Cleaner

nerds.jpegMy kids got lots of Nerds for Easter this year.

Grady loves opening the little boxes & then shaking the candy all over the floor.

(Anyone notice a pattern here? First the fish food; now the Nerds. Someone has got to get this boy some maracas!)

He just finished emptying two boxes & I was vacuuming up the mess.

All of a sudden, I looked down, & sure enough, there was Garrett, on all fours, trying to eat the candy before I vacuumed it up!

I don’t think I’ve seen him move that fast in a long time.

You just gotta love him!

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Home

sunset13.jpgMy family came here to celebrate Easter with us.

We had a wonderful time together.

As they were getting ready to leave, my Grandma Rita called.

Grandpa Jack just passed away & is now sitting before our God.

We knew that he had taken a turn for the worse, so I guess we were prepared.

It still doesn’t make it any easier.

If he could pick a day, he would definitely have chosen today to go Home.

I loved my grandpa dearly & I will miss him very much.

Please keep Grandma Rita & my family in your prayers.

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One of My Favorite Videos

I posted the words to this message a while back.

Here’s the video that goes along with it.

Remember, you always have a choice.

I pray this Easter you choose Jesus as your forgiver & leader.

I love you all.

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My Hardest Prayer

“God, grow me.”

growth1.jpgThese words are the hardest for me to pray because I know God will.

Wait a minute, what??”

Oh, you know what I’m talking about. Have you ever prayed one of those life lesson prayers & then questioned why you did in the first place?

For example…

 

One of my recent prayers was to be more patient. As the mother of three young children, I was seeing that my patience was, well let’s just say, wearing a little thin.

I was in the store recently, and was in a rush. I only had to buy two things, so I hit the express line. The person in front of me though, kept having issue after issue with her groceries. She would have everything rung up & then would be like, “Oops, I had a coupon for that.” So, the cashier would have to return the item (couldn’t they just scan the coupon?), ring it again & then scan the coupon.

Well, we went through this little dance about 3 times.

The person behind me started making comments & doing the heavy sigh. The cashier would give him the “what can I do?” look, but it was becoming uncomfortable.

So, I told him it was my fault that he had to wait this long.

He looked at me oddly.

“Yep,” I told him, “I asked God to help me be more patient & He’s answering my prayer.”

He did give a little chuckle & thank goodness, the coupon woman finally left with her groceries.

 

“God, grow me.”

growth2.jpgI have to gear up for this prayer. In my experience, whenever I ask God to grow me, usually the rug gets pulled out from underneath me.

There was something that Dennis said on Sunday, that I am still reflecting on:

“We grow through the test of trials and hard times.”

Here’s the thing I’m learning – growth can’t occur on my own terms. I can’t ask God to do His will & at the same time, hand Him my list of conditions. It doesn’t work that way.

When I ask God to grow me, I never say “oh, and please do it in a comfortable, safe way.” I can’t. As much as I don’t enjoy going through trials & tests, I know that these circumstances are opportunities where God can refine my character.

Ultimately, our goal is to be more like Jesus. When I grow, He is shaping me more into the person He desires me to be.

“God, grow me.”

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