Posts made in August, 2009

Original Pony Express Station: Gothenburg, Nebraska

Original Pony Express Station: Gothenburg, Nebraska

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When we pulled up to the Pony Express Station in Gothenburg, NE, Tyler said, “LOOK!  A Lincoln Log cabin!”

The Pony Express was a fast mail service crossing the North American continent from St. Joseph, Missouri, to Sacramento, California, from April 1860 to October 1861. It became the nation’s most direct means of east-west communication before the telegraph and was vital for tying California closely with the Union just before the American Civil War.

The original fast mail services had messages carried by horseback riders in relay across the prairies, plains, deserts, and mountains of the Western United States. It briefly reduced the time for mail to travel between the Atlantic and Pacific coasts to about ten days.  The Pony Express riders carried mail within the four pockets of their saddle cover, called a “mochila”.  Pony Express riders were recruited hastily, but carefully.  They took an oath not to swear, fight, or to abuse their animals, and to conduct themselves honestly.  After taking the oath, they were presented with a Bible.

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You are too busy to read this story…

You are too busy to read this story…

…so I am posting it anyway, or perhaps BECAUSE we are all too busy…

You may have received this email forward before, I got it today from my good friend Renea.  I thought you might enjoy it, too.

girl_in_rainA little girl had been shopping with her mom in Target.  She must have been 6  years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.  We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.  I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’ she said. ‘What?’ Mom asked. ‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated ‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain,’ ‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said..  ‘No, we won’t, Mom.. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

‘This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?’

‘Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!’

The entire crowd stopped dead silent.  I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.  We all stood silently.  No one came or left in the next few minutes.  Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.  Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.  Some might even ignore what was said.  But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life.  A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,’ Mom said.  Then off they ran.  We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles.  They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.  They got soaked.  But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.  And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.  But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.  To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.  I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.  They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the people you’ll never forget.  Take the time to live!  Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other — and don’t forget to run in the rain!

Thanks for taking the time to read this sweet story, I hope it touched you as much as it touched me!

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1st Day of School

1st Day of School

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It rained this morning, on Tyler and Aaron’s first day of school (the rain started right after I took this picture!).  Tyler is in 1st grade and Aaron is in Kindergarten at Lake Maloney Elementary School.  We were a little late because we were rescuing a baby toad from our driveway (Jackson is pointing to it in the picture).  The poor little creature was displaced, along with other wildlife, when we removed two huge pine trees from our front yard yesterday.

This past Monday Tyler, Aaron and Jackson started gymnastics.  They were really into it right away!  The kids were always able to experience the trampoline, parallel bars, floor exercises, balance beam and horse and springboard to name a few stations that were set up.  It was fun to watch, especially when it was Aaron’s turn to swing on the big rope, Tarzan style, and in the middle of the quiet gym he yelled, in a very deep voice, “To infinity and beyond!”

If you would like to support their gym, Starz School of Gymnastics, the boys are selling “Barn Candles”.  Just fill in one of their names and “Starz School of Gymnastics” and they will receive credit for your order and maybe even win a prize.

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