underwear unmasked

it’s the monday giggles…

(Possibly) A True Story.

Main Characters

FEMALE: mid-50’s, bubbly, Christian, a redhead.

GOLDEN-RETRIEVER: magical, soft, and named Helen.

MULTIPLE FAMILY & FRIENDS: varying ages, intelligent, conscientious, civic-minded, gracious, & sensible.

ONE extraordinary INDIVIDUAL: (Who shall remain Anonymous, forever.)

Scene One

The sewing of masks.

Redheaded female spends several days sewing CDC recommended face masks to be shared with family and friends in need. Female hums lightly a variety of JJ Heller melodies over the din of the sewing machine. Redhead’s golden-retriever comes in and out of scene periodically to sit beside female, which always produces a warm smile from the redhead.

Scene ends with redhead stacking all completed masks in a pile, tidying up her sewing area and departing the sewing room holding the stack of face masks tucked in her arms, as she turns off the light in the room with a full heart.

Singer-sew me some love!


Today is a 3hugs&blessings Thursday!


And I am especially excited to be counting my 3 blessings today – while celebrating the feast of St. John Roberts, a Benedictine Monk from the 1600’s.

Father John often spoke how his love of God was deepened by an elderly priest who taught him many things which deepened his own faith.

Father John was inspired to help thousands of people who fell victim to the plague and he worked tirelessly to keep the faith alive, during a time when Catholics were persecuted mercilessly.

Captured himself he explained, “Were I to live longer, I would continue to do what I have been doing.”

The night before he was to be hanged he was brought into the company of eighteen other prisoners, who were also suffering for their faith.  During their supper together, St. John was full of joy!  “Do you think I may be giving a bad example by my joy?” he asked the others with him. “No, certainly not,” one of them replied. “You could not do anything better than to let everyone see the cheerful courage you have as you are about to die for Christ.”


Just like the elderly Priest who mentored St. John, my grandmother taught me many important things, while I was a little girl.

Such as: how to garden, how to home-can our freshly grown produce, how to bake an awesome banana bread and also how to sew!  I still vividly remember sitting at her old Singer Sewing Machine – where she would lay out stacks of old scrap material just so I could practice the fundamentals like sewing straight lines.

Gram would lounge on her green velvet couch, watching her favorite Soap Opera The Young & The Restless with a package of black licorice in her hand; while I sat in the adjacent room close enough to hear her verbal instructions, “Your pushing the presser foot too fast!”  Or “Don’t forget to backstitch!”

My Gram, Doris.

My grandmother was never a worldly woman. She enjoyed her small comfortable surroundings and she humbly cleaned the homes of a few prominent families in our hometown.  She was not necessarily a “huggin’ & kissin” kind of grandmother but, she always managed to show you, in her own unique way, just how much she loved you – by making certain your needs were always met!

I remember the time she cheerfully brought home, from one of her cleaning families, a bag of outgrown clothing for my sister & I to look through.  There was a green-plaid winter coat that she had in mind specifically for me – because she knew I was about the size of the young girl who’d outgrown it.  There was a little mending to do but Gram fixed it up quite easily!

I loved that green plaid coat with the matching green faux fur around the hood & cuffed sleeves!  I use to think it was because this was such a fancy high-quality coat, better than any I’d ever worn…but as I grew older & wiser I recognized it was the extra love my Gram used to mend it with, stitch by straight stitch, that made it so magically special.


More than the coat itself – it was the joy expressed & the lessons I learned – that made it so VERILY beautiful…all under the guise of love.

Tonight, a special broadcast of Dolly Parton’s famous song  Coat of Many Colors will air on NBC.  My daughter & I have been ending our (almost) daily phone conversations reminding the other how many days remain until its airing!  This song – which was much later adapted into a children’s book – has a special place in our hearts.


The first time I heard Dolly’s beautiful song, telling of her own childhood experience of having received a Coat of Many Colors from her Mama, the memories of my beloved green plaid coat came flooding back!

Inspired by nostalgia and the desire to wrap my own daughter in a similar coat of love…I set to sewing!

A special 6th birthday gift!

So just like St. John’s joy, Dolly’s mama’s box of rags and my own Gram’s mending – this too would be stitched together with love!

For love is not a feeling…it is an action.


So it is -on this particular 3hugs&blessings Thursday- that I give thanks for:

  • my faith – which offers me the finest example of what it means to live out the action of love, as the Saints have done before me.
  • my Gram and all the domestic skills she passed down to me through her own lived-out example – especially her talented sewing skills!
  • my darling daughter who daily shows -in big & small ways – how much she loves her very special students.   

hugs n’ blessings to all those who wrap themselves in a coat of love & remember to courageously share their joy with others!  

“Were I to live longer, I would continue to do what I have been doing!”

St. John Roberts

maker of all hearts

Lord, you are the maker of my heart!  Which has been stitched together with yards of you, pieces of others, and a pinch more scraps of you!  And although I know my heart is already full there is still yet more scraps to be added until my heart has been made complete.  Continue to make my heart, stitch by stitch, like unto yours; so that I may one day be a “Keeper” in Heaven. Amen!

Picture courtesy of Olympus Digital Camera

Spring is finally wrapping up in my home town!  It’s been a rainy one this year, so I am not surprised to find myself again listening to the rain falling outside against the metal porch roof as I prepare to leave the house.  I can smell the creek that runs near our home immediately as I step outside; which reminds me the streams must be running high.  It is days like today that thoughts of him leap out to me and my heart becomes instantly full of how grateful I am to have met *Paul.  And because of this I decide the perfect place for Helen and I to take our walk today will be along the banks of this small nearby stream with a piece of *Paul in my heart.  995f36012158571e55936bc0b8db2685

For several years I have had the blessing of being a Hospice Volunteer.  Frequently, when people discover this about me their response(s) can be to say something like the following:

“I don’t know how you do that.”

“I just don’t have the heart to do that sort of thing.”

“It takes a very special person to do what you do.”

This is always an awkward moment for me, but I have learned the best response is a short one that goes directly at the truth!

“I don’t know how I do it either.” (It truly comes from God’s intercession & guidance.)

“My heart has been changed by the people I have met.” (I have learned far more from them than the little I have given.)

“And I am very far from being special.”  (The people I serve and their families have earned them that label.)

When I think of what led me to become a hospice volunteer I see the grace-filled Heart of Jesus reaching toward me.  I had no expectations on what I was being called to do when I first walked through the doors of the Hospice Care Organization I volunteer at; so when the woman at the front desk asked, “What are you here for today?”  The only response I could think to give was, “To help.”  This was all I knew God was calling me to do…I pray I have provided that.

The roles of volunteers are actually quite diverse but volunteers are commonly divided into two major categories: (1) those who are directly involved with the care of the dying person and their family, and (2) those who indirectly support the dying by providing services directly to the hospice.  After a few evaluations it was determined by the administration that I was to be put in this first category of care.

I can honestly say, some of the dearest and most intimate friendships I have experienced in my life have only lasted a few beautiful weeks.  No matter the duration they all leave a piece of themselves in my heart, sometimes which changes me forever.  So it was with *Paul.

My love-affair with *Paul began one particular spring, on a day much like today.  In our first “meet and greet” together I was assigned to spend the entire evening with *Paul, so that his wife *Dorothy could get some much needed rest.  Because of *Paul’s immense discomfort and struggle to sleep, I heard a lot in that first evening together about his life.  He shared proudly with me some of his greatest achievements like his time spent in the Army, the things he was most proud of, such as his expansion of the local fish-hatchery program; as well as some of his deepest sorrows.

It is not uncommon I have found, at this stage of hospice, that a patient wastes little time to share the final things they would most like to accomplish before they are called away from this earth.  *Paul’s request came in that very first time spent together. Although *Paul had lived a full life and had accomplished many great things, earning him the respect and admiration of a multitude of people within our hometown community; his relationship(s) with his immediate family were somewhat, as *Paul would explain, “broken.”  He desired more than anything to arrange for a reconciliation wherever he felt necessary.  And so he asked for my help.  I have assisted in letter writing, video taping, arranging for delayed gifts to be given (an upcoming birthday, anniversary, or simply a personal farewell memento to be given,)  all as a final act of love to leave with those whom are designated.  These are the very moments where I witness God’s intercession and guidance because as I mentioned earlier: I do not know how I do this because it always happens magically, beautifully, and with great grace!  I am truly on auto-pilot, with God at the wheel, in these occasions’ of service!  Our God is an awesome God, (who deserves all glory!)

Exactly fourteen days from the time *Paul made his wishes known, God had orchestrated one by one the members of his extended family, from various parts of the country, to be with him.  I was blessed to witness conversations occur that were difficult to begin, to watch God minister to their hearts as healing occurred, and marvel as love was ultimately restored.  The healing power of love is truly the most immeasurable thing to behold!  And love is the most powerful gift we possess, (both given and received.)  *Paul gave this most perfect gift to those whom he loved in his final days. And it was of no surprise when, after his final reconciliation, God called him home…with great peace restored to his soul.

His family gave me the great honor of delivering the eulogy at his funeral and on this particular Spring day, as it all swells up in my heart; may a small piece of *Paul be implanted in your own heart too…

We are all united today, not only in our obligation to pay our respects to *Paul; but also our heartfelt desire to do so. And while this is an occasion of deep sorrow may it also be one of dedication: a dedication to live out a life as full of love as *Paul desired for each of us.  May we all have the determination to “unite” and carry on this same SPIRIT of love & generosity, as he showed us how to do.

In the short time I was given to spend with *Paul he became and was my friend. Our shared respect and admiration for the Apostle, St. Paul, united us and gave us a great source for dialogue regarding one’s individual attempt at living a life centered on Christ’s teachings…and our struggles to sometimes live out that life in the Modern World.  *Paul was enormously grateful for the life God had blessed him with; but he knew and admitted that he had, at times, struggled to live out a life Christ would be pleased with.  He recognized in those final weeks that even where he had failed, the same mercy and grace from Christ, (which St. Paul spoke so passionately of in his epistles;) was still being offered to him, even as he prepared for his journey home to God.

During several of our visits together we spoke often about: “Pressing toward the Goal.” “Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect; but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. … forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:12-14)  I know in my heart *Paul has achieved his goal and rests now in the arms of his Lord and Savior.

Whenever we meet someone and they become a part of our lives we begin to take pieces of them with us. What impressed me the most was how many pieces of each of you, whom *Paul felt so blessed to have been a part of his life, he had collected. He spoke often and with great admiration about MANY of you, always with a glint in his eye and the greatest attention to detail(s)! His softball girls and his many athletic comrades, his co-workers and career affiliates, his army and fishing buddies; but none more so than his family. He held so much pride for each one of you and even though he knew he failed to tell you properly or enough, he valued and was so appreciative of the love and support you showered upon him throughout the years. He struggled, at times, to understand how he could be so deserving of your love and I know it was his greatest hope that each of you know how blessed he felt to have been given a life spent with EACH of you. Especially his beloved *Dorothy, who he told me was the biggest prize he ever won!   It is my prayer, that just as *Paul collected pieces of each of us to store up in his heart, that we all remember and treasure the pieces of *Paul that we have collected.  That we look back on these pieces with fondness and love and on a life, although not perfect, well lived.

The final conversation *Paul and I were to have he asked me if I thought he was ready to go?  Was he perfected enough to Press toward that Goal of Heaven we’d spoken often of?  In that moment I reminded him of the story he told me once, about the record number of fish that were released in the streams one particular spring.  You could see his great pride in being a part of fostering such growth in the local hatchery-program even then, as I recalled the story to him; yet he still remained frustrated over the countless fish that would no doubt be caught a little too early, still not quite to optimum size and would not be released back into the stream.  (Catch & Release.)  They were legal length, but Paul felt they just weren’t mature enough to keep. “If you give them just a little more time and they develop a little longer, those are the fish you want!  Those are the keepers, the trophies!” he’d say.  I shared with Bob…how in his own way perhaps, over these past several weeks, he has been like that fish who needed just a little more time to grow; to develop in to the trophy God desired him to be.   And that only God would know if he was ready yet.

*Paul liked this comparison a lot, (as only a true fisherman would.)  And after a while, as I said my final good-bye to him, he looked at me with that flirty-Paul-smile and said, “I think I’m finally a keeper.”

And I just know that *Paul is hoping we all remain patient, while we take that important time to continue in our own growth; so that we too may be a trophy catch for the Lord!  I am sure if we do we will each be ready as we Press toward the Goal, when we will undoubtedly find *Paul somewhere along the streams in God’s Kingdom.

(*Paul – Not his real name, although I nick-named him that because of our in-depth conversations about  St. Paul the Apostle.)

(*Dorothy – Not her real name.)


Keeping these hugs n’ blessings just for you!