2020 Vision

   Wow, we’re in the year 2020!  The very number to me, lends itself to the phrase, 2020 Vision.  We want to see clearly, and perfectly.  2020 vision is what eye doctors call “normal” vision for a human.  How we see things really alters how we ‘view’ things in life too.  In Luke 11:34, it says, “The lamp of the body is the eye. Therefore, when you eye is good, you whole body also is fun of light. But when you eye is bad, you body also is full of darkness.”  So it’s important what we see.  In the natural many of us, myself included, need corrective lens to see things clearly.   I remember when my oldest son got his first pair of glasses, he was so in awe, that trees had individual leaves, and he could see them.  Before the glasses, everything was just a blurry green mass to him. The world around him became so sharp and clear.  So with us in life, sometimes we need corrective lens to make things sharp and clear.  The only true corrective lens of life, is the Word of God.  It brings everything into clarity.  We begin to see things like God sees it, and that is with perfect 2020 vision.  

   In the book of Ephesians, the apostle Paul prayed “that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you…”  (Eph. 1:18)  We need to make this our prayer this year, that the eyes of our hearts would be enlightened.  Start each day by opening up the Word of God and letting His words correct your view of life.  His ways are perfect and oh so clear when we follow them.  May 2020 truly be a year of 2020 vision.

Sailing by Ash Breeze

    I recently reread a book I had read many years ago, that was an assigned book in one of my kids homeschool literature class.  “Carry On Mr. Bowditch” by Jean Lee Latham, is a wonderful read of the life of Nathaniel Bowditch, who was a small boy at the end of the American Revolution.   His mother passes away and at the old of twelve becomes an indentured servant until he is twenty-one.  In his younger years, his teachers had viewed him as a mathematical genius, and encouraged him to go to Harvard to further his education.  But when he becomes indentured, all hopes of attending Harvard go down the drain. By the time he was ‘free’ at twenty-one, he was considered much too old to be attending Harvard!  Although a friend continuially told him he was ‘becalmed’, Nathaniel, or Nat as he is called, refused to give up hope and began to ‘sail by ash breeze.’  

    Since I’m a Dakota prairie girl, any sailing terms are pretty foreign to me.  My Mom grew up near the coast in Maine, but on a dairy, not in a sailing family.  Although I often remember her telling me when times were tough to, ‘Hang to the riggings,’  hold on, and don’t let the storm throw you overboard in other words.  But the phrase, ‘sail by ash breeze’ was a new one for me.  When you become, ‘becalmed’ or maybe more commonly said, have the 'wind knocked out of your sails’ there’s still another way to sail the sail boat.  You sail by ash breeze.  Most oars were made of ash wood, so if the wind isn’t blowing, pull out the oars and begin to sail.  Sailing by ash breeze is a lot more work, but you still get there.  In the case of Nathaniel in the story, he continued to study in all his spare time, and ended up teaching himself, Latin, French, and Spanish, plus navigation and all the mathematics it required.  He ended up becoming a clerk and 2nd mate on a ship, and continued to study and work hard.  He even taught many of the sailors on board navigation, and they were able to better their lives by getting better positions aboard ship.  By the end of his life he was a Captain of his own ship. He was even given a degree by Harvard for all his scientific discovery in the area of navigation, even though he never set foot in a class room at Harvard.  He continued his whole life ‘sailing by ash breeze.’   He truly learned that you 'can’t adjust the storm, but you can adjust the sails.' 

   So if life hasn’t turned out exactly the way you had hoped and planned, remember to ‘sail by ash breeze’ and 'hang to the riggings.’  Or translated into our prairie life, keep on plowing and never give up.  There’s more than one way to accomplish your dream.  

    2 Timothy 2:15 says, “Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that need not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.”  

I'm an Original

A Christmas Tale
by Mick B Harrison
Todd, Tyson and Shiloh (the dog) were his models

“We must live in the Holy Spirit and follow after him. So may we never be arrogant, or look down on another, for each of us is an original. We must forsake all jealousy that diminishes the value of others.”  Galatians‬ ‭5:25-26‬ ‭TPT‬‬

  In the art world, well known artists often have prints made of their original paintings.  Those prints are sold at a much lower price than the original.  They look like the original, but lack the value of that artist touch on the actual canvas.  People often brag when they own the ‘original’ and usually for good cause as they paid a high price tag for it. 

    Years ago, my husband, son and dog posed for a famous western artist for a painting he was doing.  The out come was a touching painting with a Christmas theme.  The artist gave us the first print as a thank you for being his models.  After my husband died I contacted the artist and asked if I could buy the original from him.  He replied that he had no plans of ever selling that painting, as it was his personal favorite of all the paintings he had ever done.  I did ask him if he ever changed his mind, if I could have first option to buy.  I know I may have to mortgage my house to do so, as his paintings often sell in the tens of thousands of dollars, and if this is his personal favorite, the price will be very high.

   This is quite like how God sees each of us.  We’re each an original, and no prints have ever been made.  He is no way interested in ever selling prints or the original, because it’s His personal favorite.  So you can rest assure that the value of your life is high.  You are an original, no other you has ever been created, so there’s no need to compare yourself with other ‘originals.’ You are the best you there ever will be!  So quit struggling to be like someone else, and be comfortable in your own skin and who God made you to be.  And on the other side of the coin, don’t think of yourself as so much better than anyone else either.  They are also an original and greatly valued by God. 

    I thank God we’re each originals. 

From the Ocean to the Prairie

Mom and Dad's Wedding picture 1952

  She sat staring out the window on that old train, listening to the rhythmic clicking on the wheels along the track.  Every turn of the wheels would bring her further and further from all that was familiar and known to her as home.  The prairie stretched before her, and it was a land totally unknown to her and her seaside upbringing.

   But the young man sitting next to her had stolen her heart, or caused what she called, ‘heart problems.’  She had just changed her last name to match his on that cool winter evening in the small church on the South Buxton/Scarboro line.  Rev. Lovejoy had pronounced them man and wife. They had hopes that their lives would match the ministers name, and life would prove it did.  This was a life time commitment, so now she traveled with him to his home on the Dakota prairies, leaving her family and life behind.

   Life on the prairie soon proved to be hard. Even in the early 1950’s it wasn’t easy.  When the old family farm was purchased from his family as their new place of residency, it lacked some comforts of life. Indoor plumbing and electricity were being installed, to help this young bride adjust to life on the prairie.  By now she had three little girls all still in diapers and oh how she longed for indoor plumbing to help easy the chore of washing diapers for her little flock.

    That young man had been hired on at the Oil Refinery in Mandan, and worked long hard shifts, then came home and farmed though his eyes and body longed for sleep before his next shift back at the refinery.  The equipment on the farm was old, and required constant repairs, but it sure beat that old stubborn horse he had grown up using to work the fields.  Work was constant, and hard, never ending as so many farmers know.

    The young bride battled what any young bride would battle far from home. Her longing for her family and all that was familiar.  She was so homesick, so everyday she wrote a penny postcard telling of life on the prairie to her Mom so far away, knowing that this was the only form of communication she could afford.  Her kind hearted new Mother-in-law, took her in and loved her as her own daughter, often comforting this young bride.  Life will get better, just keep holding on.

    Years past, and two more children were added, and they all did what children do, they grew up and moved on with their lives.   By now, life by the sea was almost forgotten, and life on this Dakota prairie was home.  Once asked what her secret of a long happy marriage was, she replied, “It was a long walk home.”  

     She’d came a long way for love and for that young man.  They had many adventures along the way.  

   Their hair began to turn gray, and his curls disappeared from his head to be replaced as his one small granddaughter called, ‘bald hair.  They’d had their scares of sickness, and heart attacks that threatened to end his life, but love fought on and won.  

    Then early one morning on the eve of Easter, he called out "Honey!" one more time, and she came to his side, and held him as he breathed his last breath.  She had always been his Honey, everyday of their 65 years together.  Now, the prairie rang out a loneliness she had never known before, not even as a young bride. Now she was left alone.  The children rallied to her side, to assist her in her grief, as they watched that strong man they had called Dad be laid to rest.  He had been their 'Quiet Giant’ their whole lives, now their anchor gone.

    The howling of the wind still whistles through the trees on the old farmstead, as the family gathers to say goodbye.  Goodbye to life they had lived there for so many years, life must take on more adjustments and change, but none felt it more that young bride from sea coast land of Maine.

Mom in the Black Hills. July 2018. Her first trip without Dad.

Mom and Dad sitting in front of the old farm house 2012.