A Season for Changes
Ruth and I recently spent a week in California at a CFO with people we love dearly. While we enjoyed the Catholic retreat facility near Encino, we missed the lushness of eastern PA.
The NC fight song says, “I’m a Tarheel born and a Tarheel bred, and when I die, I’ll be a Tarheel dead.” Ruth even has it as her cell phone ring! Yet we love living in Lancaster County, PA. It’s beautiful in every season of the year!
Autumn is officially upon us; green fields and foliage are fading to make way for lovely colors that until now were obscured by chlorophyll. We love the kaleidoscopic forests and hillsides! This fall more than leaves will be changing.
First, on October 20 the Wests will welcome Courtney Koelsch into our family circle when she marries our grandson Preston Stauffer, Moye and Lavon’s eldest. We are so thrilled!
Then on 11/1, we will sign papers to purchase a condo just a block behind Moye in Lititz. Its 1,518 sq. ft. has 3 bedrooms, a spacious living room/dining room combination, a marvelous kitchen, and a small porch —a significant downsizing!
A neighbor who learned that we would be moving has bought this house we built in 1997. We have signed the initial papers and will finalize and vacate these premises by January 6.
Our dilemma: to select what to use in our new home, and what to sell, give away, and throw away of the stuff that has filled more than 3,500 sq. ft. HELP! PRAY!
This will mean major changes for our life style. We will have a guest room, but will no longer have space for several guests at the same time as done before and after the women’s retreat. We are seeking strategies to minimize shock—but it has to be done! Pray for us as we downsize to a less cluttered life.
Wayne & Ruth
Two miles west of Plymouth, NC, is the farm where I grew up. On about 13 acres, we grew vegetables, corn, peanuts, soy beans, and, for a few years, tobacco. We had pigs, a mule named Lucy, and a cow named Molly that provided us milk
Our house, now in disrepair, sat back about 1/8 of a mile from Highway 64 among a few loblolly pines. I had a few chores, but I also spent a lot of time in our front porch swing, reading and honing my imagination. Time gorging myself with Scuppernong grapes under our vines also contributed to my happy childhood.
Not long after Ruth and I got baptized in the Holy Spirit, I started hearing about the healing of memories. It was new to me, but not to Fanny Crosby, who wrote in, “Rescue the Perishing”:
“Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore.
Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken can vibrate once more.”
The basis of healing of memories is the fact that Jesus has always been with us. Long before we knew anything about Him, He loved us and wanted the best for us.
My friend Al Durrance, now in heaven, used to teach a lot on healing of memories.
He said that since the timeless Christ can go back into our past pain and heal it, “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”
“Give them all, give them all to Jesus,
Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, broken toys.
Give them all, give them all, Give them all to Jesus,
And He will turn your sorrows into joy.”
And He will! We know by experience!