Monday, April 15, 2013

Dearest Bill

This time of year rolls around and there's the lovely flowers blooming, trees budding, and barefeet running. It's the time when we run through fields with hands in the air, catching the afternoon breeze. It's when we are reminded that there is life, even after death. That we can be made anew again, just like the old blackberry bushes. The time when gardens are tilled and children can run and shout without coats and scarves and hats. Spring has always been a favorite season in my life. 



In thinking of all of this, I sit here wondering how I could have missed the 13th of April...how I could have forgotten how my life was different from there on out. Thinking about it, it must be because life has changed so much in two years...which actually feels like ten years ago. Christ has molded me into someone different, and I've been given reason to not dwell on events, but let them pass and look into the future. That being said, I'll never forget when I first heard about Bill's passing. We were in church, it had been a busy week and during prayers my Dad prayed for Bill and his family, for their time of grieving. I remember looking over, probably with my mouth wide open...their grieving?! I knew Bill was sick, but he had died and I hadn't heard? Bill was like a grandpa in place of one that I never knew. His wife was like another grandma. We were all close to them. And that's when I heard he was gone. That moment was probably the most shock filled moment I've ever had. Dear Bill, gone. Upon returning home I wrote this poem.

Seasons of a Treeman

Like a tree in the spring,
Blooming buds and signs of joy.
So were you, dear friend,
Putting joy in every girl and boy.

Like a tree in the summer,
Always giving fruit, delicious and sweet.
So were you, dear friend,
Always giving to those offbeat.

Like a tree in the fall,
Changing colors and adding beauty.
So were you, dear friend.
Changing lives and adding love.

Like a tree in the winter,
Dying out, ready for a new year.
So are you, dear friend,
Dead in flesh, alive in spirit,
Ready for a new life.


Mr. Bill, You were an influence in my life, for the better. You loved and lived lived for Christ each day. It's hard to believe it's been three years since I've seen you, and two since you've left this fallen world. I can still close my eyes and see your great smile and big blue eyes. I still hear you telling all of how ice-cream is good for the soul. I still think of you every time I swing, and see trees budding out. I'm nearly in tears, because you were so dear to our family. "Gramps" isn't what we ever called you, but it's what you were. Whenever I see a Jeopardy show I can't help but think of sitting in your hammock swing to watch it, or to beg Daddy to let us stay up just til the end of it. To freely give and know that God will take care is the lesson you taught me. I miss you, but someday I believe we'll all be together again.  

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

1. Glow
I found this on my camera card yesterday. This is totally my sister. haha! And I love the glow/vintage feel it has.

2. Old
When my little brother's birthday came around I found an album with his baby pictures. Having a picture of a picture doesn't do the original credit, but this is one of my favorites. Now they're 21 and 9! 

3. Shadow
A couple weeks old, but I love this picture and the shadow from the gate. 

4. Spring
All sorts of spring-ish stuff is blooming! Dogwoods, Red-Buds, Peaches, Apples, Pears...oh, how I love it all!

5. Smile
A shot during a Red Rover game last weekend from our little trip. More on that coming! 

Have a blessed Sunday and lovely week. It's hard to believe that in one month I'll be on my way to the other side of the world! (Click that last sentence for more on that) Enjoy the [hopefully where you are] spring weather.

xo, Sveta

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Home


This is my Fathers world 
And to my listening ears, 
All nature sings and round me rings 
The music of the spheres. 


This is my Fathers world, 
I rest me in the thought 
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas, 
His hand, the wonders wrought. 


This is my Fathers world, 
The birds, their carols raise, 
The morning light, the lily white 
Declare their makers praise. 


This is my Fathers world, 
He shines in all that's fair. 
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, 
He speaks to me everywhere.

 
This is my Fathers world, 
Oh let me neer forget 
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, 
God is the ruler yet. 


This is my Fathers world, 
The battle is not done. 
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied 
And earth and heaven be one


(Hymn by: Maltbie D. Babock)

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

'Twas the Night Before Easter...

...not a soul was...quiet. Excitement brewing. Me at work. Sister home from college. Authentic African and Indian clothing. Laughter shot all around. Late church services. Sleepy people, who blurt out whatever comes to mind (aka: me and my bff). Looking silly and stupid. Not caring about that.  [smile] Bonfire! Dancing and singing 'round it. Ukrainian games, with the best kids/teens in the world. Mint dark chocolate. More laughter. Quiet. Midnight talk with the sister. Encouragement. Sleep...that was the night before Easter in our home. And here...here are some pictures for memories.