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WHEN Fear Comes

  When Fear Comes.... Fear DOES come to all of us at one time or another. What should we do with it? Do we hide it? Should we ignore it? Should we pretend we are not afraid?  Some fears seem silly, others are big and real. What response should we have to fear WHEN it comes? Fear takes many forms. We all experience fear at times, but what do we do with it? How do we treat our fear? How do we treat the fears of others?  It is sobering to realize we can build fear into the lives of our children or in our own lives. We can learn to hide our fears or encourage others to do the same. We can become controlled by fear or we can learn to allow God to strengthen us and teach our children to do so also. We can also grow in the Lord and learn what He says about fear. We can develop the strengths He has given to us. We can claim His promises. We can face the fears we feel and evaluate them to see what action is required.  Sometimes fear can prompt us to change things. When we stole a cookie as a ch

Remembering Grandma's House

 

     An old house, abandoned and alone in a big field, reminded me of my Grandma's House which was actually just a broken down old farmhouse where Grandma still lived years after Grandpa had died. It was a place of adventure and at times, a place of "magic" to me as a young girl, and to my siblings. Grandma's house was in the country on acres of land and we lived in a small farming town, so the country was a treasured novelty we only experienced rarely. Exciting things (at least for children) always happened at Grandma's. 





We played hard each day there and, at bedtime, went timidly to the steep stairs behind the closed door, which led up to the bedrooms we would sleep in. The adults stayed up to talk, so we had to feel around in the dark, for the string tied to the railing at the bottom of the stairs that was hooked to the single lightbulb at the top of the stairs. Pulling that string turned on the bulb which only gave a little light, but it was Grandma's House, which made that part of the adventure.

 We climbed into bed under what seemed like piles of blankets and quilts and the weight of them made us feel unable to move and we quickly went to sleep. We woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon, knowing the adults were up and the adventure was beginning again. The first stop was the small square window in the hallway which looked out over the grass behind the house. It was a window that had no screen and was hinged so we could lean out and look for deer. It was a special good morning to us, and it only happened at Grandma's. 

Grandma's House was the place where Mom's stories of waking up to snow on the floor and bedding in the winter, brought awe to us as we were sleeping in the same room she slept in as a kid... it was the same bare splintery wood floor we walked on in the bedrooms, many years later. The rooms were unheated and cold in winter and we were disappointed not to see snow inside, but the walls had been mostly covered with newspaper, by then, to keep the snow out. The wind still blew through easily and when it was time to get up, we grabbed our clothes and ran down to dress near the coal oil heater in the kitchen. 

Some special mornings we would leave just before dawn, when Dad took us to look for herds of deer or elk. We counted them and checked other areas for more herds. We saw many and it was part of the adventure and we came home to breakfast at Grandma's house. Breakfast usually consisted of bacon, eggs fried in bacon grease, potatoes fried in bacon grease, toast with jelly and a small glass of juice. 



During the day, we would play in the huge old lilac bush that had become our fort or sit in the old banana apple tree in the orchard to see the surrounding area. We explored the old barn, hunted for deer beds in the grassy fields, hiked to Sand Hill or played hide-and-seek in the old cow pasture with grass so high we couldn't be seen by siblings or cousins. It was delightful. We took hikes down the lane to the woods where we bravely explored, knowing bears had been spotted only a few miles away and we diligently hunted for bear by following tracks through many acres.... tracks we later learned were from a big dog, but we thought they still could be bear tracks. 

On our long treks, we spent hours walking through fields and woods, not realizing we were on neighbor's property, but then found out neighbors didn't care and we were safe to explore. It was certainly a different time. There was a sense of magic to the time there and when it was time to leave and we headed back home to live in our town many hours away, we always took stories of what had happened at Grandma's house and we dreamed of what the next trip would hold.

I think that may be where I learned to love old houses and wonder about their stories and the people who lived there. I have told my kids many stories of Grandma's House and they loved them. Do you have memories of a special old house? I would love to hear about it in the comments. My grandma's house is gone now, except in the stories I tell my kids and in a few old pictures, but it will always hold a special place in my heart. 



My debut book, New Beginning at Rosewood, is not about Grandma's house, but it does have an old house to explore and lessons to learn with Emily, the main character. It is a fiction feel-good, inspirational book, packed with bits of wisdom, some humor and mystery, set in modern day, while looking into the history of the house. A great cast of characters interact and lead to hope even in difficulty. Details below on ordering the book.
 
~Blessings, 
                          Katherine J Masters







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  1. Every old house does have a story but it's not houses that remind me of my grandmother but beautiful lacey cards. She was always sending cards and not a single "cheap" card would do. Memories are precious.

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    1. Memories really are precious and her beautiful lacey cards is a wonderful way to remember. I suspect people have a variety of ways they remember .. and they are all precious. Thank you for visiting. :)

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  2. Such a beautiful story. I enjoyed reading it so much! Many blessings to you.

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    1. Thank you. Sometimes memories such as this one, can lead to wonderful stories and other stories. We cannot live in the past, but we can certainly learn from the past and enjoy those memories. So glad to hear from you.

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  3. Thanks for stopping by my place! My grandmother moved a lot, but her sister, my great-aunt, had a house that this reminds me of. Occasionally I'll see a house or setting that takes me back to small-town USA in the 60s. I love the character old houses have.

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    1. So do I... they don't have to be fancy or expensive, but there is just something about them. :) Glad you stopped by.

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  4. I remember my grandmother's house, too. For me it was a place where I was totally loved, accepted, and supported.
    Blessings to you and yours!
    Marie

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    1. It is wonderful to have such good memories, especially where you felt loved, accepted and supported. What a blessing! :)

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