Married Days with Rain

I went to exercise class yesterday with two ninety-something year old’s and another lady older than me. Some have been exercising together for 25 years now, which boggles my mind because my husband and I tend to move. Our average stay at two homes we bought was 10 years and now we’re beyond that here, but nowhere near 25.

Sometimes I pick on my husband, whom I love very much. So, yesterday I told the women that I sat in his car last week and the passenger seat was soaking wet. He told me to get over it, kind of, and wear the wet, heavy jeans because we were going on a date to eat dinner and then catch the new Spider Man movie. He didn’t want to be late for the beginning of the show.

I told him I would be right back and scooted out of the car. I have a slight allergy to dark denim, which is what I wore that night. Wet, dark denim is altogether different than dry dark denim, and to quote Yosemite Sam, the cartoon character, I realized “My biscuits are burning!”

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Raining, Fun, Thailand, Water Day

The older ladies and I talked about the crazy cloud-bursts of rain and moments later, sunshine. Then, one speaking of a quilt folded in four in the car sparked my memory.

An elderly lady from our church made lap quilts while living in the nursing home to give away and I asked her if I could keep one. When I came outside for our date last week, I quadrupled the lap quilt to sit on it so I wouldn’t get wet again. Thus, I mentioned my husband’s car seat getting rained on.

I didn’t tell the exercising ladies that my husband didn’t complain when I hurried from the car. He didn’t yell or use sarcasm later when he waited for me to arrange the quilt.

Now, we’re heading for another wedding anniversary and sometimes I wonder how, as a young person with a decision that momentous, that I got such a great guy. I did pray like crazy and seek advice from people I respected with good marriages and noticed he loved his mother and thought highly of his sister. Sometimes I know God’s in the details of my life, even when I’m oblivious of Him.

On Thursday, I parked next to my husband’s automobile downtown and the rain began, so I put his windows up. Then last night as I washed dishes, he came into the kitchen to ask me if it was raining and were my car windows up? I dashed out the door and there they were, half open.

If you get caught in a sudden rainstorm in New York State, or elsewhere, I hope your car windows are closed if you need to get out for a bit. If you do your spouse a favor, they may return the gesture. God does say in Gal_6:7b  “for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap” (NKJV).

May God bless!

Made to Move

I believe people are made to move around and to work. Since I go to a nursing home on Fridays and when I went to visit an elderly lady in her home a couple of weeks ago, this thought came to mind: exercise helps us age more gracefully.


The lady living alone teeters as she walks with her cane. She used to own a dog, but when he died she didn’t get another pet. She can’t hear well and I never see her outdoors anymore. She used to go to the grocery store, but she insists on the driver accompanying her into the store. Then she visits with whoever will listen to her, she examines the products carefully. The lady with her is chained to her in a manner of speaking and so she finally told her to give her a list with the money and she’d pick up the groceries and bring them back. It is a volunteer, so she can’t force the chauffeur to allow her into the car.


This person doesn’t get exercise, doesn’t see others much, and is aging more rapidly than most people her age, it seems to me.


One of the gals in our Bible study group is in her nineties and sometimes her legs hurt. Today she told me that when she’s in pain, she maneuvers her wheelchair out the door to the main hallway and makes her way around a huge circle of rooms and the nursing station. Last night she did that near her bedtime, which is unusual. She said the pain in her legs left once she began moving. “I just needed some exercise! The pain left and I slept well.”


When I find myself sitting more than normal, at the end of the day I feel fidgety.


Another person I know suffers from “restless leg syndrome.”


She can’t move around a lot because her weight has crept up along with her age. Lately she’s been acting like she’s ready to lose weight. When I asked her if she wanted toast one morning since she didn’t get breakfast, she turned me down. I think she’s trying to avoid too many carbohydrates.


I hope she will lose the extra pounds and find greater mobility. I’d love to see her age gracefully!


I am convinced I need to work heartily as unto the Lord and that means if I’m typing all day, I also need to shake my arms and fingers, and get up and walk around every hour. I went to our church to help with the gardening in early spring. When I yanked some weeds out of the ground on a dry day, a muscle by my upper arm pulled. I never expected that, and that’s when I realized I’m not building up strength. Now, I’m doing stretches, walking, and more resistance type exercises.


Our bodies weren’t meant to sit in a chair or on a couch every hour of the day. Note to me, get up and move around on a regular basis!


May God bless you. Hope you are able to choose healthy foods and exercise. I’d like to hear how you improve your health when you need to.


Our Wednesday morning ladies’ Bible study group started Chapter Two of Uninivted, Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely. It’s written by Lysa TerKeurst, published by Nelson Books in 2016 and copyrighted by TerKeurst Foundation in 2016.

Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out and Lonely  -     By: Lysa TerKeurst

A young lady from another church asked if she could come to our Bible study. I told her, “Oh, yeah, you are welcome.”

Our oldest member is 89 years old, most are in their sixties and seventies, and I wondered how she’d feel about that. Well, after I asked her, she said she’s in a church filled with young families with lots of kids running around. As she glanced around, she didn’t see any people her parents’ age or older. She told me that she’s looking for wisdom from women who’ve been in the faith lots of years. When I told her I’d only ordered nine books, I might have to get another one for her, she said it was no problem; she’d already ordered one for her Kindle.

I got a little nervous when I first started the class on Wednesday. I’m so grateful for the following verses in the book of Philippians.

Philippians 4: 8-9, (NRSV): Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Keep on doing the things that you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, and the God of peace will be with you.

I told her one rule, “What’s said in the room stays in the room.”

I love how vulnerable Lysa TerKeurst is when delving in to the events in her life, yet she doesn’t camp there. We’re not that far into the book, but I assume if the most difficult scenarios were listed matter of factly with a quick comma separating each label, that she’ll cover things in depth only when necessary. That suited me fine.

After our class ended, I asked if our newcomer would come again. She said, “yes,” and I thought, yay.

I wondered if she had any advice for us and she didn’t. I mentioned that we need her as much as she needs us. Younger people may see the world differently than the older generations and it’s helpful for us to stretch. When I got my haircut last week, the beautician commented on the importance of individuality. I’d just heard a preaching on YouTube by Alistair Begg. He said something about being united is not the same as being uniform. We can get along and not be all the same.

It was easy for me to remark to the younger lady that it would be boring if we were all alike. I don’t believe she’d say she’s a follower of Jesus Christ. She gets me thinking and I get her thinking. That’s good for me, too.

The hairdresser is in her forties, the young lady at Bible study is in her twenties, and I’m older than both of them. I gladly invite them to interact and I hope that the Lord is pleased with our friendships. It’s His idea that people be united as Jesus and the Father are one, with love and kindness guiding them.

May God bless you.