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Sterling Start

I had a birthday on October 18th and now I'm 50. 
(My mind does flips at the thought!)

Mike and I took a drive to the town where I was born:

A bench close to the water's edge. 
Sterling Lake
Sterling, Kansas

My Dad and Olivia also worked up a surprise party for Sunday afternoon at Dad's in Hutchinson! Fun! I wish I would have gotten pictures of all the family.  Liv snapped a few and Tab was too far away to be there, but she wrote a sweet post in honor of my aging! This birthday was difficult, not only because my age shocks me, but because it's the first birthday I have had without my Mom. Going to the town of my birth and thinking of Mom was sad, yet soothing somehow, necessary and helpful. 
These verses have recently been on my mind:
"The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man, nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything. And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for

“‘In him we live and move and have our being’;

as even some of your own poets have said,
“‘For we are indeed his offspring.

Being then God’s offspring, we ought not to think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of man. The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent, because he has fixed a day on which he will judge the world in righteousness by a man whom he has appointed; and of this he has given assurance to all by raising him from the dead.” Acts 17: 24-31


TAB said…
These verses are simple yet eloquent and so deep. They stirred me to tears at the beloved truths.
Thank you for sharing; your thoughts, your beautiful photos and the verses that God has laid on your heart.
50 is a phenominal age - let's do it up in style. ?
Olivia said…
I feel so bad that I haven't been commenting on your posts! I've been reading them, but now I'm going back and re-reading them and doing some commenting.

I'm not one to get too terribly emotional, but I want you to know that I love you dearly and I miss Grandma so much! I'm glad you went to the town of your birth. Even if it made you sad, it's good to remember.

The last two months I've felt like an emotional mess. I know it's nothing compared to how you must feel, but just know that you are not alone in your grief and mourning. I love you!

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