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It is Labor Day week-end and a time for picnic’s, family gatherings and getting in the last vacation day’s before the end of summer. 

Are we really thankful for our job’s or do we just complain each day?  It is time for me to take a new look  at myself this Labor Day and count my blessings.

Our worship service was really fun this morning and we learned a lot about each other.  Each person was asked to wear their work clothes or something that was symbolic of their job.  My job revolves around the yellow pages print, online advertising and direct mail.  Idearc gave us some promotional material and I wore my SuperGuarantee yellow cape.  The people in the medical field wore their scrubs and told a little about their job.  We have mechanics, students, teachers, lab techs, farmers, and too many more to mention.  It was fun learning more about the people we worship with each week.

Basil Hudson, the pastor (and my husband) reminded us we need to be as prepared for our spiritual work as we are to our daily jobs.  There are many ministries within the church and workers are welcome.  We need to be more than “sponge Christians” that just soak up and never give back with our talents.  Many churches are full , but the workers are few.

Finding balance between job, family and God is essential in my life.  I want to evaluate my life and set new goals.  Labor Day has helped bring this need to my attention.

I want to walk my talk.

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I love to sit on the balcony at the beach and take in all the action.  We are always looking for a sharks, dolphins and sailboats.  I love to watch

people try to put up their canopy and a big whisk of wind catch it.  I suppose that is funny to me, but not them.

One particular day I was sitting on the balcony and noticed a little boy around two years old who seemed to be by himself.  I didn’t see any adults near him.  He had on his little inner tube and began walking out past the row of umbrellas.  I though “where are the parents?  Is anyone watching this kid?”  Step after step he was heading past the umbrellas and down toward the ocean.  I was really getting worried.  He is now at the edge of the water.  Danger is near.

I spot a young man with two other children and he hold up his arms and the little boy takes his hand.  HE IS THE FATHER.  The father knew where is son was all the time.  The little boy was safe and his father really was watching out for him.

This is just like our Heavenly Father.  Sometimes it seems we are all alone and no one is looking after us.  Our Heavenly Father has us in His sites and He has went down the path before us.  We are safe and He knows our every movement.  What a comforting thought.

We just had a wonderful vacation in Myrtle Beach, SC.  Yes, I know there are other beaches, but we went to Myrtle.  After all, it is sort of a WV thing.  Right?  This was a time to not hurry, make many pit stops on the way down and have our mind, soul and body refreshed.

Water just touches my spirit and one look at the vast ocean and I am open to being mentally refreshed.  For some reason, the word limitations entered my mind and I didn’t know why.  What made me think of the word limitations?

The water in the pool felt as refreshing as it looked.  The pool was very accessible, easy to get into the water and relaxed very muscle in my stressed body.  Oh, no I am thinking of the word limitations.  I know I have more limitations than I did 20 or 30 years ago.  Am I supposed to learn something about limitations?

During the week we headed out to Broadway at the Beach.  The left side of my back in the kidney area was really hurting when I walked.  I was wondering if “Uncle Arthur” had struck my back?  Am I getting old too quick?  Do I have limitations?  (I didn’t know it then, but I was getting a serious kidney infection )  Actually I was feeling like a “party pooper” with my back hurting and my legs hurting.  I was feeling sorry for myself and thought I had too many limitations.

Something is going to happen under this Water Umbrella and it will be the highlight of my vacation.  My sister and I were sitting in the sun near this water umbrella.  I see a black woman pushing a wheelchair down the side of the pool.  Her husband is a very large man in swimming trunks and his legs are off below the knees.  The man in the wheelchair looked so hot and he desperately wanted in the water.  This end of the pool has a slight ramp, but his wife didn’t have the muscle to wheel him in.

A total stranger sitting beside me told the man he would help him get into the water.  Slowly, he backed the wheelchair into the water and directly under the water umbrella.  The smile and joy expressed by the handicapped man was felt by everyone.  He sat under the umbrella with water streaming down his body and he began to laugh.  He said I could just stay in here all day.

This man certainly had LIMITATIONS, but he didn’t let them stop him.  He wasn’t afraid to ask someone for help.

I had been complaining with a back aches and leg aches, but I saw someone with no legs and I didn’t feel quite so bad. My limitations are small.

Out of the abundance of the heart my mouth speaks.  I feel a deep need to express myself in words that will relieve the grinding within me and loose the threads that binds so tight.  All things within me seem to be connected.

All the things we see, hear, feel and even smell translate into a physical emotion that brings sorrow or joy to us.  The smell of a new born babies neck and the touch of his tiny toes always brings a deep breath and a big smile to my face.  This sight and touch puts my memory in reverse and immediately I think of cuddling my own children and the joy they brought.

A beautiful morning can be crushed before it has time to continue by erratic words that enter your ears.  The sounds seem to quickly go past the ear and into your gut and them explode out to your nervous system.  How it is possible?  How can three and four letter words effect our emotions?

When our heart is breaking there is a longing to just cry.  How is my heart connected to my eyes?  My tears seem to be a great release and maybe it is the place where all the tension can be released back into the air.  I remember a verse of a song…”He washed my eyes with tears that I might see.”  Don’t let anyone convince you that only wimps cry.  All great people find a time and place to cry…so they can go on with life.  All things are connected.

A beautiful rose may wonder …”what is my purpose?”  Then someone walks through the garden and bends down and strokes the roses’ petal.  Then the person comes closer and smells the fragrance of the rose and says “oh, this smells so good.”  This one little roses’ smell may have brought peace to someone very sad or a recalled a memory of roses in the past.  All things are connected.

Within me is the power to pray very privately to God and express all my thanks for His bountiful blessings or I can empty my ugly thoughts and deepest needs.  All things within me are connected to Him.  I don’t have to be afraid to tell Him my needs (actually He already knows my thoughts).  Asking forgiveness and expressing praise opens up new opportunities to see out of different eyes and realize He is in control.  All things are connected.

Lord, the things that have passed through our sight this morning can touch us and make a sad day better.  You have provided beauty through the smell and color of a garden of flowers.  Help us take time to stop to smell the flowers along our path.  Bless those that share their words and encouragement.  In His Name-AMEN

I put a beautiful grapevine wreath with a floral arrangement on my deck this spring.  In a few days a robin had discovered a beautiful place to start her nest.  I really think I watched love in motion with every twig that she carried to the wreath.  Many flights and pieces of straw later, she had a safe place to lay her eggs.

Three little eggs soon appeared and you could see the connection of a mother bird to be.  Diligently she stayed with the eggs and didn’t hesitate to give chase to the blue jays or anything else that came near her eggs.  She already loved what would soon be her babies.

Two eggs hatched and hungry babies soon were peeping and wanting food.  We have watched her fly from the nest to gather worms and come back with two hungry mouths open.  Many flights throughout the day and many feeding later to care for the babies.  I can see the love in what she does.

We kept seeing the mother bird come to the nest and pick up a white pearl sized ball.  I did a little research and found this is a fecal sac that comes out of babies for a while.  The mother loves the babies so much she picks it up and removes it from the nest.  Call it what you may….I call this love.

Yesterday she had really been quite busy hunting for food.  I watched as she decided to take a break for herself.  She perched on the back of a patio chair and ruffled all her feathers and started grooming herself.  All the while, she never took her eyes off the nest.  She flew back to the nest for a brief time…just to look at the babies and see if they were okay.  I know she loves these babies.

We were eating our 4th of July lunch when the first baby quickly flew from the nest and only one bird was in the nest.  I am sure the mother robin is now pulled in two directions.  She loves both babies and wants to care for the one learning to fly and have time to care for the one still in the nest.  A mother’s love goes beyond bounds…even with birds.

My heart became very humble as I observed and compared my own motherly instincts with this little robin.  This little bird cared for her babies far better than some humans.  She prepared for the birth, cared for the babies night and day and taught them how to fly.  The whole time I had my two children in the “nest” was a time to care and teach them to fly on their own.

My children are now grown and have a family of their own, but the mother in me remains the same.  I want what is best for my children and I never want to see someone hurt them or make them suffer.  I hope I taught them how to fly and how to avoid the beast of prey.  God, this mother prays a deep prayer of concern and ask you to protect them now. 

The robin and I have a lot in common.  We can see inspiration all around us, if we only look and open our hearts.

I can’t compare living in WV to another state.  I was born in WV and I have lived here all my life.  My ancestors before me chose rural Lincoln County and my legacy began.

My mother’s maiden name was McClure and our ancestors originated from Ireland.  The first McClure in our line was Richard McClure and he arrived in Culpeper, VA in 1700.  Other McClure’s in the clan soon arrived in Culpeper and headed out to claim their own farms.  These people were wild, brave and adventuresome.

It just blows my mind to realize that the McClure clan traveled by wagon (there were no car’s and few roads) from Culpeper to Yawkey, WV.  This is a long trip, even by car. 

Over a hundred or more years later their legacy lives on in the families that still lives, works and plays in WV.  We have kept our roots in a state of which we are proud.  Yes, we are unique.  We talk different than someone from Illinois, but we shouldn’t apologize.  Our speech is who we are and from where we live.  As West Virginian’s, we have built our homes here, spent our lives in the workforce, established our places of worship and voted for the political figures that lead the state. 

Stand up and be counted as a proud West Virginian.  Pass on your heritage and the great stories of our ancestors to your children and grandchildren.  Pull out those old family pictures and tell the children how their ancestors arrived in West Virginia and how they survived hard times. 

My Home Sweet Home

 We have been going through an old trunk and sorting out some family pictures.  The old trunk is full of pictures of those we loved and adored.  Basil and I would pull out some pictures and remember the event or laugh at the fashions. 

I found this picture of my husbands family.  This is the Clinton D. Hudson and Eufa Hudson family of South Charleston, WV.  (left to right children) David, Paul, Ester, Naomi on dad’s lap, Basil on mom’s lap, Annabelle standing and Carter.  A few years later Rachel and Sharon would be added to this family.

This family lived on the Middle Fork of Davis Creek most of their lives.  Paw-Paw Hudson worked at Carbide Chemicals and spent long hours to provide for his family.  Of course, Maw-maw was a stay at home mom until later in her life. 

I wonder how people were able to take care of laundry for such big families.  Most everyone at that time washed clothes by hand or by a wringer washer.   Many country people even had to carry their wash water…..and we think we have it hard.  Can you imagine feeding nine children?

The Hudson family in general were always noted for their musical and singing abilities.  Even to this day, many of these children are play the piano, lead the church choir and sing solo and in groups. 

I married Basil 48 years ago and I became a member of a wonderful family.  I am glad that his parents were Christian examples and taught him to love God. 

I wonder if anyone will find an old picture of us in 30 years and laugh at our silly fashions?  Will our current mode of living not be understood by our grandchildren?  Oh no, what if all our pictures are on a disk and so outdated that non of the new tech can open them?  I had better go to CVS tomorrow and have all the pictures on the disks printed.

As many of you know, I found a long lost playmate that I knew back in the late 40’s and 50’s.  I had written about “Life In The Coal Camp” and we made a connectionafter almost 60 years.  Well, I didn’t realize Karen was still reading my blog until today.  Karen has been disappointed that I haven’t been keeping up a daily post.  Karen, I dedicate my ramblings today to you.

I am happy to say I am improving on some of my procrastinating.  Yes, I am eating the frog again and taking on those things that get put on the back burner.  I scheduled a check-up with the doctor and had a lot of blood test completed.  I got the results and everything looks good.  Now, why did I procrastinate and wait for months to do this? 

I am really proud of myself….I I made an appointment for a haircut….helped at VBS tonight……making plans for a trip…..getting ready for guest to arrive the end of June…….planning a family picnic.  I still need to procrastinate a little on cleaning out the refrigerator. 

I would write more, but I will tomorrow. )