Happy Earthly Birthday Mom

December 21, 2024

 TODAY....would have been Mom's 93rd Birthday.

And what better way to CELEBRATE this wonderful woman than to share a funny story about her.

A few years before she passed away, she asked me to take her to Walmart to pick up a few items. Because of her Parkinsons, my sister and I had been trying for months to convince her to use the Walmart scooter they provided to their customers. She always refused. Said it made her look "old".

But this time, I convinced her to "just try it" once. As we walked towards the scooters lining the wall, she picked out her scooter while I gave her a quick tutorial on how to drive it. I could see the look of apprehension on her face, but I also saw a spark of excitement.

We walked/drove around the store for a bit getting used to the "feel" of the scooter when she said she needed to head to the Men's Underwear section for some undies for Dad. I headed in the opposite direction to get some eye drops from the pharmacy.

As I returned back to the Men's Underwear section, I couldn't find Mom. I looked around until I saw her driving down the main aisle towards the back of the store.....completely oblivious to the rack of men's underwear following her and attached to the back of her scooter.

We laughed till we cried (she never again got on a Walmart scooter) that day....and that picture will be forever etched in my mind when I think of my Mom. A simple woman. A woman with a heart of Love for each of us kids....a woman who believed in her kids more than she believed in herself.

Can't wait to see you again, Mom!!

Happy Earthly Birthday, Mom.

Tuesdays With Pappo: Scooter Boy

 TUESDAYS WITH PAPPO (On Friday this week)

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December 21, 2024

PAPPO: "Softie, I need to run something important past you."

LIZ: "Sure...what is it?" (as I'm taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper)

PAPPO: "I want to get a 2-wheel scooter that I can ride around Keene on."

LIZ: As I choked on the Dr. Pepper I was drinking, I asked,..."Pappo, exactly what kind of scooter are you talking about? A wheelchair scooter?"

PAPPO: "No....one like this but fatter tires." (See pic)

LIZ: "Ummmmm.......NOOO"

The conversation continued......

QUESTION: "Where would you put your walker?"

ANSWER: "Don't need a walker if I have a scooter."

And lastly.....

QUESTION: "Don't you have a balance problem ever since you ran over your foot with your own truck a few years back?"

ANSWER: Crickets......

I can't make this stuff up, folks......

Tuesdays With Pappo.....On Thursday

 December 14, 2024

Thursdays With Pappo

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This man.....goodness I love him so much.

Some Thursdays, our lunches and conversations are surfacey. We discuss the weather, how many resident's walkers he has repaired that week, how he's been feeling and how many ladies he has kissed on the tops of their heads that week.

But then there's those weeks when I look across the table while at Brahms or Cotton Patch or the little hole-in-the-wall grilled cheese shack down the road and see a man that doesn't even resemble the man I grew up knowing. He's softer....more sensitive.....more beautifully emotional. I see tears form in his eyes where I never used to. And that giggle he has....oh wow...do you guys know how often I've tried to record that giggle without him knowing it??? It's the BEST!!

This week was one of those weeks....

We talked about Mom......how he missed her....how I missed her and how she made all of us better because she was part of our lives. And we both felt the sting of tears....remembering Mom.

As I turned to leave, I found myself not wanting to let go of him. Kept going back in for another hug....hanging onto this moment and taking another look back at this man whose just months from 97...

....and feeling so incredibly grateful for him in my life.

It - Has - Been - A - Week!!!

 December 8, 2024

It - Has - Been - A - Week!!!

From Phoenix Thanksgiving .....to Fairview Thanksgiving.....to First McKinney Christmas with Neighbors.....to Missouri and breakfast at Billy Gayles in Branson....to meeting Trump at the Yakov Smirnoff show.....to a frigidly cold golf cart ride at Big Cedar Lodge x2....to boarding (& Surviving) the Titanic....to back to Fairview and a Block Christmas Party....to a Heritage Ranch Christmas Parade!!!

A FANTASTICALLY full week of Family, Church, Friends, Roadtrips, Cabins, Adventures, Trump Sightings and Parades!

We need a vacation.....

Happy 3rd Anniversary Chief

 December 5, 2024

Hard to believe......it's been 4 years today I "swiped left....then right" on eHarmony and saw this confident man standing in front of a Mission Arlington trailer ready to roll up his sleeves and prepare to volunteer. But it was this eHarmony profile picture that made me "go back" and take a deeper look at who this stranger named Wayne Sekerke was.

Little did I know on that cold day in December 2020, I would say "I Do" to him 365 days later on that very same day.

It's been an AMAZING ride these past 4 years with him by my side.....and we have lived a LOT of life in those 1,460 days.

* 2 Pods and 3 Storage Units

* 2 Homes Sold and 1-1/2 homes Bought

* 2 Retirements

* Too Many Trips To Count

He is solid as a rock......

.....and he makes this chick named Liz a better person.

Happy Anniversary, Chief

Watching A Sunset Makes You Long For Home.....With God

 November 27, 2024

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About 15 years ago, Chuck and I were traveling through Thermopolis, Wyoming on our motorcycle when we looked up and saw the sun setting just behind this church steeple.

This picture has always reminded me of something my friend, the late Sandee Casey, once shared with me:

"My mom used to tell me that watching a sunset will make you cry because in the perfection that God displays, you long for home with God. Perfection is the evidence that God exists and your soul yearns for that."

When we not only give thanks for the gifts in our own lives....but we desire.....yes DESIRE... to become that gift in other people's lives, just as Sandee so easily was in mine, well....that's when Thanksgiving becomes Thanks-Living. When we are able to tweak the focus of the lens on our own tired eyes onto someone other than ourselves...well, then you have arrived at Thanksgiving. Everything that truly matters in living......comes down to giving.

Thanksgiving....is more than a holiday, friends....it's meant to be ALL our days.

Rest In Peace, my sweet Sandee, and thanks for reminding me to Live Thanks.

Tuesdays With Pappo

 November 18, 2024

TUESDAYS WITH PAPPO

LizSekerke

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DAD: “Softie, can you teach me how to remember names. There just has to be a good way to do this. Check on that for me, would you.....and get back to me on it.”

Liz: “Pappo...I can’t even remember to remind myself to check on how to remember. You're on your own on this one."

Nothing Is Hopeless

November 19, 2024

"A rattlesnake bit one of my sheep in the face about a week ago. Deadliest snake that lives around here. The sheep's face swelled up and hurt her terribly.

But the old rattlesnake didn't know the kind of blood that flows through the sheep. Anti-venom is most often made from sheep's blood. The sheep swelled for about 2 days but the blood of the lamo destroyed the venom of the serpent.

I was worried but the sheep didn't care. She kept on eating, kept on drinking and kept on climbing because she knew she was alright.

Often the serpents of this life will reach out and bite us. They inject their poison into us but they cannot overcome the Blood of the Lamb of God that washes away the sin of the world and the sting of death. Don't worry about the serpent or his bite, just make sure that the Lamb's Blood is flowing through your veins."

Kelly Kupiec

When life takes you on a journey down a road you never planned or agreed to walk down, this is a good reminder that nothing is hopeless....and that you are going to be just fine.....if you carry the antidote of HOPE in your bloodstream......the Blood of Jesus.

Liz

Be Thankful

 November 13, 2024

Be Thankful

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Twelve years ago, I sat in a church classroom with 10 other women for four Tuesdays in November. It had been a particularly difficult year....a lot of death....a lot of pain....and together, we explored how to be "Thankful" in our circumstances through a book titled, "One Thousand Gifts".

I had just finished studying the book of James.....and who can't think of the book of James without thinking about his first chapter, second verse:

"Consider it nothing but joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you fall into various trials."

Nothing like getting straight to this bizarre point, James. But that's where we are....right now....giving thanks in our circumstances. It's impossible to talk about giving thanks without talking about the pain. We would find no purpose in giving thanks if not for the thousands of gut-wrenching trials we face each day......

"You defeat your dark when Thanksgiving is your default.

It is in the dark that God is passing by." *

What I discovered those four weeks in November was that by breaking down the tunnel-vision walls of our pain and broken hearts.....and choosing instead to count, WRITE DOWN, search throughout each day for all the blessings God has hidden just for you to find....we begin living the full experience of these blessings.....and our lives start changing.

So go on a Scavenger Hunt today and find those nuggets of blessings God has placed in your day ahead! They're there; you just have to open your eyes and see them!

When we receive a life with thanksgiving and ask for nothing to change......"Life Change" begins.

Tuesdays With Pappo: No Tipping Please.....

 Tuesdays With Pappo

November 9, 2024

This man.....Pappo....a man who enjoys giving to others.....celebrating people who do a good job....who leaves little notes of "Thanks" on napkins at restaurants and "Tips" at his Independent Living Center Dining Room, was feeling a little down this week when I arrived.

This notice was staring back at him when he sat down to eat today....No Tipping.

He knew it was meant for him.....as he's the only one he knew of that tipped the staff.

A disappointing day for my Pappo.....

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We Talk About Them Because They Were Ours

 November 5, 2024

LIZ PRAYER JOURNAL - November 5, 2018

6:00 am

Father God, I checked to make sure Chuck was still breathing before coming in to journal to You. Lightly. Not gasping as he has so often been lately. Father, I don't know what lies ahead...I truly don't....but I know Your plan is mightier than mine....and I know You placed me here at this very time for this very moment.

10:36 pm.

Right after writing the words above to You, I went to wake Chuck up. He was gone. He was Healed. It was 6:30 am. A wheelchair will never be a part of his life ever again. You handed this man I married a Gift....a beautiful Gift of Mercy today...Please walk me through the next few weeks when I can't see through the tears of my selfish grief.

Your Grateful but Sad Daughter

Liz

2024

As I write this, it was 6 years ago almost to this minute God called him Home ...yet Chuck's presence is still felt here next to me.

We see evidence of him from the first step through our front door where we see his tanned-smiling-face standing proudly on his "Keepin' It Cool" boat in a frame next to Wayne's late wife, Cyndi's. His leather hat hangs boldly on the wall of the most used room in the house....the 1/2 bath. His Luxury Edition Monopoly game he just "had" to have many years ago that the granddaughters (and their boyfriends) still play on when they're in town, sits smack dab in the middle of the dining room table, and His beloved tools still hang proudly in the garage.

Chuck is very present in our home.

Today, as we visit him and Cyndi at their final resting place at the National Cemetary....both sharing the same death date.....we will pull out Cyndi's lawn chairs, laugh and remember....as we toast them throughout the day by eating breakfast at Chuck's favorite IHOP ...then stopping at Cyndi's favorite, Torchey's, grabbing her beloved Hillbilly Queso and heading to Chuck's son, Troy's house tonight for some delicious smoked ribs....made on Chuck's old smoker.

They may not be physically with us today....but thank God....they are very much ALIVE!

"It is right for us to weep, but there is no need for us to despair. Chuck and Cyndi had pain here. They have no pain there. They struggled here. They have no struggles there.

You and I might wonder why God took them home. But they don't. They understand. They are, at this very moment, at peace in the presence of God."

Tuesdays With Pappo: "French Fry Family"

 TUESDAYS WITH PAPPO

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Yesterday Pappo asked me, as he does most every week, whether I thought he and Mom did a decent job of raising us three kids and what I thought he should have done differently.

As we sat there in the Braums Ice Cream booth, I thought about his question.....about how I could provide an answer that would satisfy this need he has to know he didn’t fail as a Father.

I looked down and saw a square white napkin laying on the table. It reminded me of a slab of fresh concrete. I placed it in the middle of the table.....grabbed a few french fries and told him to pretend this was a concrete foundation for a house and these french fries were his family (enter a sweet giggle from him ). I explained this slab was the foundation he and Mom had built by pouring into us about a God who loves and cares deeply for us. And that if we just put our trust in God instead of ourselves and allowed Him to guide our lives and steps.....our foundation would never crack.

I reminded Dad that all three of his kids had built their own lives on this very foundation he and Mom had poured for us. Even though our lives all looked radically different....and we had all suffered damage from winds of hardships and storms of struggles in our lives, and yes, could have chosen to build our lives on a different foundation than the one he and Mom built for us....we didn't. Our foundation was sound.

I saw tears in his eyes as he looked at the napkin with the family of french fries before him. I hope and pray those tears were tears of realization that he had, indeed, not failed as a Dad.....as my Pappo.