A Life Worth Living by Nancy Buxton

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It’s a New Year

Let's encourage each other to walk with Jesus!

I am sitting in my office with the space heater aimed at my legs, looking out the window at a fresh layer of snow-ice on the sidewalk.  It is a lovely winter scene, God has sent a reminder that He wipes slates clean at any time and any place.

Yesterday my dad would have turned 106 years old, tomorrow my mother in law would be 107.  In a couple of months I will be a year older too, but I am still here.  

This morning I was reading in the book of John, I love John.  It feels like Jesus is still with me on this earth when I read this book.  Jesus prays for his disciples and gives me a great example of how to pray for my children.  Listen to this, “I pray for them.  I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are  yours….Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name.”  Don’t you like this?  This is my prayer for my two little families and for my husband.

Yes, tomorrow is a new year.  What are your plans?  Mine is to have a relationship with Jesus that is deeper than ever and to encourage everyone I know to do the same.

What will the year hold? IDK but lets hold fast to Jesus.

Going Back

As we drove up the road facing the mountains in Colorado, I had the same lonely feeling I experience 40 some years ago when my parents dropped me off at a little school just below the foothills of  the Rocky Mountains. 

It’s an odd feeling, one I can’t really explain, just a sense of aloneness, is the best way I can describe it.  As Bob parked the car  I looked around to see if I could recognize at least one person, I didn’t. We walked to the front of the gym and  stopped at the registration booth,  I gave them my information and put my name tag around my neck.  The problem was, it said Nancy Buxton and that was not my name when I attended this school.  Never the less I did see some classmates and we had a good time catching up.

There were 90 some who graduated from the class of 1965 and for this 45th reunion I think only 15 came back.  I wondered where the rest were and why they didn’t show up.

Am I happy I traveled 500 miles to attend my honor class, hummmmmmmmmm it was okay.  You know we have all moved on.  We are all really different people than we were 45 years ago.  Living life has taken its toll on most of us.

What I came away with is just the fact that life is short, too short to hold a grudge or to look on the bad side of everything.  Life is too short to not have a relationship with Jesus, because in the end what have we gained if we don’t have Jesus as our friend.   I learned we were all most happy when talking about our families, our children and grandchildren.  I learned that I love home the best and couldn’t wait to get on the road towards Nebraska.

The Anniversary

What to say.  Married 43 years and not much to say about it.  Well, that’s not exactly true, there is plenty to say.  I can tell you 43 years has gone by quick and yet slow.  Have you ever heard that days go slow but the years go fast?  This was really true when the kids were small, sometimes those days would just drag by until daddy came home and, and, and eat supper and watch tv until bed time. LOL

That’s how it use to be, husbands didn’t help out like they do now.  I wonder why that was.  My fella would at least put the kids to bed, he almost always did that.  I gave them the bath, got the pj’s on and he would slip into the bedroom and stay with them until they would fall asleep.  Funny thing is, that seems to be the thing the kids remember.  They don’t remember all the baths, they remember dad going to bed with them and talking until they fell asleep, all three of them.

So what did we get each other?  Welllllllllllllllllllllllllll, I told Bob to skip the present there is nothing I want and the VitaMix was pretty expensive for Mother’s Day.  What did I get him? Flowers.  Yup, I did.  He told me one time when I was wishing for flowers that I have never gotten him flowers, so I fooled him and did it.  Here’s the kicker, after a few days I asked him how he liked his flowers, he said, “What flowers?”  Funny, isn’t it?  Oh well, I have enjoyed the flowers, I’m not sure he thinks of them as his.  Who knows.

So do you have the picture?  No gifts, no cards, well except for flowers.  We did go out to eat with four other people and we went to the university dairy for an ice cream cone.  You know what? It was perfect, really it’s just nice to be happy, healthy and still seeking Jesus.

This Morning

It was about 6:00 am and I just turned over in bed and I heard a voice say, “Happy Anniversary.”  LOL  If you knew my man you would know he is never awake much less aware of much at 6:00 am. 

Yup, 43 years of marriage.  You already know it isn’t always perfect.  He can “tick” me off and yet I have noticed the older we get the easier it is.  Praise the Lord.  Don’t get me wrong it has never been exactly hard but we certainly come from different backgrounds.

I remember reading, way back when we were first married and I was not sure I was really happy, something like this: The more you dwell on your unhappiness the more unhappy you become.  Make the best of your decision and decide to be happy.  Take it to the Lord in prayer.  Now that is not exactly how it read but it was good advice that’s for sure.

Here is the Thai Peanut Sauce that goes with the Lettuce Wraps from yesterday.  Not everyone will like this, but we do and Bob is not exactly adventuresome in his eating.

This would be good drizzled over stir fried vegetable or over the rice recipe I will give you next week.  Be sure you use natural peanut butter with no added sugar and NO partially hydrogenated oil.

5 TBS. peanut butter

3 Tbs. water

1 Tbs. soy sauce

3 Tbs. fresh lime juice

2 tsp. honey–maybe 3

2 cloves garlic, peeled

1.16 tsp. salt

1/16 tsp. cayenne pepper

Put it in the blender and blend on  high until smooth and creamy.  Refrigerate until using.  Warm the sauce in a microwave before serving.  Leftover sauce freezes well.  1 Tbs. 46 Calories

The Plunge

 Every now and then I read a blog called Digging For Treasure in the Diaper Pail.  I really like this post and thought you might also. You can find this blog at www.aliciabruxvoort.net.

   We celebrated Lizzy’s PLUNGE into double-digits with a wet and wild birthday party yesterday. Ten party-goers blessed my girl soon-to-turn-ten by spending a day with her at a waterpark.The highlight of the trip was everyone’s conquering of the biggest slide: THE PLUNGE!
     Even Hannah conquered her fear and tried the fast and furious drop. When Lizzy and her friends came to the sundeck where I was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and dared me to take THE PLUNGE, I slipped out of my flip flops and headed for the tall tower. After climbing four stories in the air, I stood at the top of the sky-high platform and looked DOWN. My stomach flip-flopped. Lizzy and all of her friends took their turns on the big slide and then I was the only one left.
     “Just lie on your back and give yourself a push,” the lifeguard instructed. Lizzy’s party crew looked like ants at the bottom of the slide, but I could see them jumping and clapping and cheering me on.

I stepped into the swirling water. I was enjoying the party from my lawnchair I thought as I tentatively sat down at the top of the slide. The water is freezing! The drop looked daunting from my perspective. One push and I would be plunging straight down into a tiny puddle of waiting water. Oh,the things we do for our kids! I took a deep breath (and held it ALL the way to the bottom), reclined in the cold water, then grabbed the side of the slide and gave my body a push over the edge.

Water flew. My heart jumped to my throat. My body lifted off the slide, then banged back down against the wall. Adrenaline rushed. Lizzy screamed with delight, and my bulleting body came to a splashing halt.

“You did it, Mom!” Lizzy applauded. “Wasn’t that AWESOME?”

As I headed up the steps to do it all over again, I decided that the waterslide was an apt picture of my life with Jesus. Following Him is an amazing RIDE, but sometimes the hardest part is simply taking THE PLUNGE of obedience. 

“I want you and your family to move.”

“Are you kidding, Lord? I’m happy right here in my lawnchair. See? I have friends, a great church, a thriving ministry….”

“I want you to surrender family planning to Me.”

“But, Lord, I already have a picture in mind. I think I can handle three kids, God. You know, Rob works long hours and I have some dreams I want to pursue…”

“It’s time to give your husband the reigns. I created him to be the head of your family. Get out of the way and let him become the man I’ve dreamed him to be.”

“But, Lord, he’s too busy to lead well. And he doesn’t have the vision I do, and….”

And for every argument I have, the Author of this adventure called life urges, “JUST TAKE THE PLUNGE!”

And tentatively, I push my wary heart over the edge of my comfort zone and I hear my Savior cheer and holler, “Wasn’t that an  AWESOME ride? How did you like those splashes of joy? Didn’t you love that adrenaline pumping rush of dependancy on ME? Did you feel your heart lift off the ground and soar?”

And as soon as I reach the end of my challenge, Jesus grabs my hand and says, “Come on! Let’s Do it Again!”

Today’s Overflow:  “Come!” Jesus said. So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on water toward Jesus.”Matthew 14:29-30  

Yesterday

Yesterday was a very special day, Father’s Day!  I thought of my Dad and the fact that he was my buddy.  When my mom didn’t see things my way I would always go to daddy.  I think just the word daddy melted his heart and he would usually see things my way.  Not always but sometimes.

My dad was a dependable man, he got off work at 4 pm and was home by 4:20, 4:30 at the latest, never fail.  Once a month we, my dad and I, would meet at the grocery store to do some shopping.  We lived in a town where we could buy groceries on credit.  When dad got his pay check, he would cash it  at the grocery store, pay our bill and stock up for the next month. If the bill was too high he would by unhappy and always thought we spent too much on food.

Dad taught me how to cook.  Every time I made something that was not great he would say, “it’s just the way I like it.”  He taught me to make gravy, steak, fried chicken and most any thing that was easy.  I know I have told you about him before but it seems worthwhile to repeat.

Dad had a quick temper and could “fly off the handle” easily.  I was 17 when he gave me my last whipping, it was my sassy mouth that got me into trouble.  I know what you are thinking child abuse, well maybe but in those days it was called discipline.  Good or bad that’s how they did it.

As for my children’s father, my husband, he was never spanked a day in his life.  His father was 55 when he was born so I doubt by the time Bob was spanking age his dad could even catch him. 

Are you wondering what we did for Father’s Day around my house. After the two phone calls from our  kids, we went to Valentino’s for brunch, I paid, father’s ate free.  LOL  I gave him a one way plane ticket back home from Washington state.  I will fill you in on that another time.

Last evening we celebrated Bob’s birthday.  Seven of us ate at Tico’s, it was delicious.  My present to him was 2 ties (one purchased at a garage sale) and two pair of pants.  Not exciting I know but everything fit and he needed them.

We also cleaned the downstairs, big  job but someone had to do it and since we are the only two around it was us.  We moved furniture, bookcases and really deep cleaned.  I think we are ready for our little Singapore family to arrive.

God is good. He has brought such special people into my life.  It could have been so different.  Have you ever thought how things could have been.  Sometimes I wonder why God gave us the power of choice, why did he give us a will.  He has such good ideas why didn’t he just plan our life for us?  I know, I know it just does not work that way, there is a reason.  God would be called unfair if he did that–Satan always messes things up.

It’s Crunch Time

What happened to the lazy, hazy days of summer?  When I was a kid it seemed like summer lasted forever.  When I was a young mom by the time summer ended I was really ready to get those kids back on a schedule.  Now that I am an empty nester, LOL who am I kidding I am long past being an empty nester.  My nest has dried up and blown out of the tree.  The older I get the faster time goes.  Is it just me that this has happened to?

I hate how fast time flies!  I feel like summer is almost over and it doesn’t help that I am getting ready to take a trip to Atlanta and will be gone for 10 days.  My far away kids arrive in Lincoln the same day I do.  Won’t that be fun?  Speaking of fun I will actually be on the same plane with them from Chicago.  I can’t wait.

However, between now and then I have plenty to do and only a week to get it done.  We have a birthday to celebrate, yup, my fella is having a BIG birthday. I won’t tell what it is but it’s pretty big.  We need to celebrate.  I have bread to bake, granola to make and a downstairs to get ready for action.  For five days ALL of the kids and grands will be here, just think of the fun we will have with a 12, 7, 5,4,2 and 1-year-old.  I would guess we will all fall into bed each night. Well, everyone but the kids.

Oh, you want to know about Weight Watchers–well finally I settled down and lost 3.7 pounds this week.  I know it’s not very good but it’s not WW fault it’s mine.

When we use to visit my husband’s parents his mom would always make Swedish Pancakes–my son loves them.  Today they are mostly called Crepes.

Put in a blender

 2 eggs

2 T oil

3 T sugar

1 Cup flour

1 1/3 milk

Blend well.  This is actually better if you make the batter the night before.  Spray your non-stick skillet and get it pretty hot and just pour enough batter to coat the bottom of the pan.  Don’t turn the crepe over until it is almost cooked through then flip it over and roll it up.  These are really yummy and you can either use syrup or grandma served them with blueberries.

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