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I don’t want to let go.  Our summer has been so ineffably sweet, I will hang on to it forever. 

Beautiful weather.  No need to run the AC—except that we occasionally put it on for Baby Dylan when we have to leave him for a few hours in the closed-up home.  Okay there were a couple of times when at home, that we broke the humidity by turning on the AC for very short spells, but always with the doors and windows wide open to the out-of-doors.  And due to the ubiquitous AC in most every indoor place, our favorite summer restaurant has become a local pub with outdoor seating. 

Leisurely early morning strolls around our park.  Visits with friends.  Plenty of summer knitting, which always brings woolly recollections of being 8 years old and learning to knit on the porch of our family cottage at Lake Winnebago.  Bookish naps on our shady afternoon patio.  And best of all, mellow days with the three generations which have resulted from our marriage of 61 years!

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Recently Joe and I had the (probably once in a lifetime) experience of having our portraits painted by a friend, Janet Roberts, who is a professional artist.  We didn’t have to sit it out, as Janet works from photographs.  You can check out our portraits (“Joe in Winter Hat” and “Margaret in Summer Hat”) on Janet’s website.  Just GOOGLE “Janet Roberts, Brookfield Wisconsin Artist” and click on “Gallery” from the home page menu,  Voilà!

Our portraits have inspired a lot of mulling and musing.  With all the wonderful photos I have today—hundreds in albums and hundreds more in my computer files—a painted portrait is something unique.  I reflect on how for centuries paintings and sculptures were the only way a person’s image could be captured and preserved.  I think of the court painters such as Holbein, sent out by Henry VIII so he could visualize a future wife.  (I’d sure hate to have been one of those!)  And commodious stairwells lined with ancestors in great houses down through history.  Photography is an amazingly wonderful art, yet there is something ALIVE about paint in the hands of an accomplished artist such as our friend, Janet.

Mellow days, and a summer to remember.  A summer of quiet contentment and simply joys.  A summer of plenty in a world that grows more crazy, more sin ridden and tragically brutal every single day.  A summer in which I feel compelled to share at every possible opportunity, the one and only LIVING HOPE—that hope which is more real than this keyboard on which I type. 

In the midst of a world where an American journalist is decapitated against the background of an American president deeply engrossed in golfing and fund-raising, Our Lord Jesus Christ will return!  As He came to earth 2000 plus years ago to die for our sin and rise victorious over evil, He will return—to gather His own to Himself, and finally to reign for 1000 years in Jerusalem:  KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

Margaret L. Been, September 2014 

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“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
 
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.”
 
The Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi
 
Sunday began as such a beautiful summer day, here in Southern Wisconsin.  Cooler temperatures than we’ve enjoyed for weeks, sunshine following two hours of gentle rain the night before, and our church picnic at the park in our front yard all made Sunday, August 5th special for me!
 
After the picnic, I dozed in the sunshine—catching up on my tan, which had been put on hold.  (Weeks of temperatures in the 90s had not been suitable for sun bathing—even for this die-hard lover of solar energy.) 
 
Joe was indoors, watching the Olympics when he switched to our local news channel.  The rest is tragic history!
 
“Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace . . . .”.  Move me to share the truth of your Redeeming Love and Salvation—-freely available to every human on earth—-wherever I go.  Open the eyes of your people who love You and call You by Name—-that many will reach out to this sick, dying world and publish the Good News of Salvation, the Good News which changes lives!
 
Thank you for your promise to return to earth, to reign in Jerusalem.  You are the Author of peace, and the only Person who can bring peace on earth!  
 
. . . . Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven!”  from our Lord’s Prayer 
 
Margaret L. Been, 2012 

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Joe, Dylan, and I just returned from an early morning hike around our park.  Mourning doves “wooo–oooo-ed”, robins chortled, and cardinels “cheer-cheer-cheered” us along the path.  A huge flock of snow geese (flying in a wavy line as opposed to the Canadas’ V formation) rejoiced overhead—focused northwest, in the direction of our northern home.  He is risen!

The world darkens around us.  Our nation has fallen from Grace due to a departure from God’s truth, as manifested in legalized baby murder and rampant immorality.  But God’s creation testifies to His unchanging truth.  Great is His faithfulness!  Christ will return, perhaps very soon, bringing righteousness, peace, and justice to earth!  He is risen!

I have a personal Easter story to share, from the pages of my 2009 journal.  A year ago, we were living in our Northern Wisconsin home—settled there, loving life, and believing we’d be there “forever”.  Yet there was an underlying sadness, as many of our family members—including a number of our great-grandchildren, all of whom had been born since we’d moved north—were 285 miles away in Southern Wisconsin.

At Easter last year, our daughter Debbie phoned and told us how she’d bought colorful little plastic wheelbarrows for each of the children and they were planning an Easter egg hunt in her yard.  Something in me ached over hearing about this event which we were missing.  Joe and I went south 3 times a year or so, but simply couldn’t be there for every occasion.  Now it was Easter, and we were missing a special gathering of a whole new generation—our great-grandchildren.

In my April 14, 2009 journal page I wrote this prayer:  “Easter was good, but I missed being with family.  Lord, you know my desire to return home to the family.  I love this place here, the woods and water.  Joe and I have grown infinitely closer to each other from living in this quiet, remote spot.  But since coming here, great blessings have occurred around our former home in Southern Wisconsin—great-grandchildren!  Lord, I want to go home with my Joe—to Waukesha County!”

Weeks passed, and spring came to our northern land.  Life was pleasant and good, and I enjoyed each day—having spelled out my Easter petition to the Lord.  There is perfect peace in knowing He is in control.

God really does work in mysterious ways!  On June 13, 2009 it became apparent that Joe would need to go to St. Luke’s in Milwaukee, for a heart procedure.  In the next 2 weeks, he was hospitalized twice at St. Luke’s.  Stents were inserted into clogged arteries.  His cardiologist said, “If only you people lived around here, it would be good!”

The days around the 2009 summer solstice melted into a blur.  Our daughter Debbie found a sweet condo on a Monday; the next day Joe and I looked at the condo and bought it.  We returned to Northern Wisconsin at the end of June, geared to packing and moving.  All of that history is recorded on the summer and fall entries, in this blog as well as on “Grace with Salt”. 

Here we are, looking forward to Resurrection Day 2010.  Debbie has planned another Easter egg hunt.  Since the life-changing events of last June, 2 more little people have joined our roll call of great-grandchildren—2 baby boys who are crawling all over the place, grabbing on to each other, grinning, and giggling.

Christ is risen!

Margaret L. Been—All Rights Reserved

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