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I know my title sounds a little odd.  Let me explain.

When I was a little girl, growing up, Mother would load us up in the car every once in awhile and take us down to Bloomington (California) from Fresno to see Grandma and Grandpa Pound and all the uncles, aunts and cousins.  I loved to play around their house, in the yard and if we could get by with it in the sand pile and on the pipes of Grandpa’s business.  However, if we ever got caught (which we did often) we got in big trouble either from Grandpa or Uncle James, Uncle C.W.,  or one of the crew that worked for Grandpa.  Inevitably, one of us kids would get “hurt”.  You know, scrape a knee or get a small cut on a finger or arm.  That was one of the reasons Grandpa didn’t want us playing on or around his equipment.  We loved to climb on the big trucks, etc.  Back to my story….When one of us got hurt and we would run to the house, crying and asking for help, after Grandma saw that we wasn’t  hurt that bad she would always say, “Well, that wouldn’t hurt on my eyeball”.  She would always make us laugh and forget about our little scrape.

A few days ago, I spilled a cup of HOT coffee on my arm and my poor husband thought I had been shot or something really horrible had happened,  by the way I screamed and bounced around saying, “Oh! OW!  JEEEE—SUS!”  and on and on.  He tried to help me by saying, “Oh, I’m so sorry.  Run it under cold water, etc”.  Poor guy didn’t know what to do.  We both thought for sure it would blister and be red and burnt for days.  However, the next day, I looked at it and it looked just like a little scrape.  Nathan looked at it and tried to remain sympathetic but I could tell by the look on his face (he’s not good at hiding his feelings) that he couldn’t understand what all the screaming had been about the previous day. That’s when I just started laughing, almost uncontrollably, all the while trying to tell him what I was laughing at.  That look on his face took me back to much younger days, when I would see that same look on Grandma Pound’s face and she would say, “Well, that wouldn’t hurt on my eyeball”.  🙂

I know I could take this post and make something much more philosophical and maybe even spiritual (grow up already, in the Kingdom of God).  But, I just wanted to share a little Ruby Pound-ism with you and hopefully make you smile.  There was only one Ruby Pound and every once in awhile I feel her “spirit” get on me.  She was quite a character and I’m glad I had her as a grandmother.  She made me laugh more times than I could ever count.

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We flew in last night about 7:40.  Oh my was it ever good to feel the cool California air.  Teresa (Nathan’s youngest sister) picked us all up in one of the limo’s she drives.  It was quite a hilarious trip from the airport to Hollister.  Let’s see, with Teresa the driver, her husband Scott and their two children, Brandon and Tory, Danelle (our daughter), Dad, Mom, Nathan and me plus all of our luggage from the trip it was quite hilarious. 

We had a great time at General Conference and then visiting with the family this week, but there is no place like home.  Thank the Lord for a safe trip going and coming.

I will spend the rest of this day getting unpacked, washing clothes, taking clothes to the cleaners, getting some groceries into this house, etc.  I hope you have a great day.  I am!

p.s. When I came on to check my blog this morning there was a “More For Your Life” post.  Several of you had commented on it and how the pictures didn’t show up.  I don’t even know where that post came from.  LOL  I’m still trying to figure that one out.  I didn’t do a post like that.  I’m sure I must have hit a wrong button somewhere but can’t figure that one out.  Anyway, that’s why it’s deleted because I don’t have a clue what it was.

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Twenty Three Years ago today (June 25th),  Danelle Layne Hurst made her entrance into the world.  I will never forget the moment she was born and was ecstatic that I had a little girl.  Her Dad has always called her his little “golden” girl.  When Danelle was young her hair was almost white (especially in the summer) and then it would turn golden and her skin would glow and still does today.  Danelle has always been a delight and a lot of fun.  No one can make us laugh like Danelle.  She just see’s life differently and hears and says words differently.  And I won’t go into all of that, but it can be pretty hilarious sometimes.  I have watched and been by Danelle’s side (along with her husband and our church family) this past year as she has gone through some sickness and some very bad days. I have seen her not hardly be able to put one foot in front of the other and yet she kept pressing on.  She kept holding on.  Thank God for people of prayer who continually prayed for Danelle and now we are seeing our “golden” girl begin to emerge again.  I know brighter days are ahead.  Danelle, I am proud of the way you have kept on going and now you are seeing the light at the end of the dark tunnel.  Keep walkin’ girl!  You are a winner! I’m proud to say that you are one of my dearest friends! 

When my children were little I always asked them what they wanted me to fix for their birthday dinners.  However, as they got older I ask them if they want me to cook them a birthday meal or they can choose the resturant they want to go to.  Danelle loves Benihana’s, so we took her to Benihana’s in Monterey after church Sunday.  We had a great time of fellowship and yes, laughing.  Picture is of us at Benihana.

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Left to Right:  Matt, Danelle, Me, Nathan, Nathaniel, Patricia and Gary. 

Happy Birthday Danelle!  I love you and am very proud to say you are my daughter!

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Just another little tidbit about my Dad. Enjoy!

Daddy had an incredible love for young people. When he was young he was the Youth President of the Western District, U.P.C.I. I hear stories even today from pastors and their wives in the Western District of how much Daddy and Mother meant to them as teenagers going to camps and conventions, etc. When he pastored in Fresno, California back in the sixties, he was driving in town one day and saw a young “hippie” boy on the side of the road. He said that his first inclination was to say, “go get a haircut and a job, boy”. However, when he had that thought he said that God spoke to him and said, “why don’t you try to see that boy through my eyes”? And he began to weep. He later preached a sermon entitled, “Seeing the Lost through the Eyes of Jesus”. It was a great sermon. He also experienced great revival with just those kind of young people. Well over 100 of them received the Holy Ghost and was baptized in Jesus Name. Some of them are in ministry today and some are still in the church there in Fresno and in various congregations around the nation. God led Daddy and Mother from Fresno to Houston to Rialto, CA to Mesquite, TX to traveling for 5 years and then going to be the leader of the Lighthouse Ranch for Boys in Louisiana. Everywhere they went they impacted young people! I just wonder, when the rewards are handed out in Heaven how many jewells will be in their crowns?

Daddy had an incredible love for my mother, Lila Marie. I remember as a girl when Daddy would leave to go pray for someone or just take care of business in town, that he would stop at a pay phone and call Mother just tell her that he loved her. We would get tickled about it but it left an impression on me that I will never forget. He treated Mother with utmost respect, and she returned that to him. I believe that the greatest gift you can give your children is that you love one another. There is security in that for kids.

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This coming Sunday is designated for Father’s Day.  What a great day!  I probably had the best Dad in the world.  He was a man of “Steele and Velvet”.  My Dad was strong in his beliefs and convictions.  He was a preacher/teacher par excellent.  I loved Wednesday Night Bible Study.  Daddy’s teaching was incredible.  Oh yes, he could go awhile but it was always good.  The wisdom of my father astounded me at times.  I would sit and listen to him talk to young people, friends and ministers (when I was allowed to) by the hour and gleaned so much from these times.  He just made sense. 

On a more personal level:  I remember one time when I broke up with a boy that HE wanted me to break up with.  Afterward, I went to my room and laid across the bed and cried.  In a few minutes I heard a light knock on my door.  I didn’t answer because I knew it was Daddy and I thought he was going to reprimand me for crying.  However, he came on in and he just sat on the bed and put his arm on my back and then I heard him crying.  That’s when I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks and red eyes and said, “Why are you crying? You wanted me to break up with him”.  And he said, “I’m crying because I know you are hurting.”  He was just that kind of father.  How could a girl want for more? 

Daddy always was the more serious type when it came to church. He was always joyful in his worship but he didn’t want any foolin’ around in church and sometimes funny things just happen.  Why is it always more funny when you know your’re not supposed to laugh?  One time my older sister, Linda, a friend named Patsy and myself sang a song on Sunday Morning called “Things are Gonna Be Better Afterwhile”.  It was horrible!  Patsy sang the lead,  Linda, alto and I was in the rafters on tenor.  We finally made it to the end of the song and when Daddy got to the pulpit he simply said,  “I sure hope things will be better afterwhile”.  Linda was humiliated and I was laughing so hard I was crying and Patsy had the nervous giggles.  I could write a book about funny things that happen in church.  One time Daddy was preaching and he said, “I’m so glad to be in the widdle (middle) of God’s mill (will)”.  Needless to say we had a good laugh over that one. 

I loved it when I heard Daddy pray.  He sounded like he was talking to one of his friends.  When I was young we lived right across the street from the church and on many occasions I would walk over and sneak into the church or stand by his office door and listen to him pray.  I always wanted to have a walk with God like him.  It just seemed like as soon as Daddy said, “Jesus”, that He was right there.  So many times when we was about town, in a resturant etc.  Daddy would simply say, “Thank You Jesus”, ” I love you Jesus”, “Hallelujah” or “Praise God”,  and give praise to God wherever he was.  He walked with the Lord on a daily basis.  His relationship was not just a Sunday thing.  It was all the time.  He was a friend of God.

Daddy didn’t have much in this life by some standards, although we were always blessed.  But he left me a legacy that is far more precious then any amount of money, houses or lands.  Even in Daddy’s death he was preaching.  Oh, not like he use to do when he stood in the pulpit but nevertheless preaching just the same.  The nurses loved to come into his room and listen to him talk about the things of God.  I watched them as he would talk about heaven and their eyes would fill with tears.  I knew they were feeling the presence of God.  I was feeling it as well.  I remember one nurse in particular that came into the room and you could tell she was a little frazzled.  I said, “Are you okay”?  And she said, “Oh it’s just been a rough day.  I love to come into Mr. Layne’s room because it is always so peaceful in here”.  Yes, I would say he was preaching, even on his deathbed.  There is a peace of God that passes all understanding that comes with a life that has been completely sold out to Him. 

Daddy passed from this life on April 5, 2004.  I am so blessed to have had such a Godly, loving father.   

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My sister-in-law, Ginger sent this picture to me of my twin great-nephews, Cayden and Cole. It is just so cute I had to share it with you all. They had just been reprimanded for not sharing their toys.  The parents are Jimi and Shara Wilson.  Jimi’s grandmother, Beverly Putman took this picture.  She said, “They must sit quietly until ready to say they are sorry”.  That could be a long time from the look on Cole’s face.  And Cayden doesn’t look like he’s turning around to make amends any time soon.   LOL 

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The Man I Love

The man I love was sent from above,

He is perfect for me.

I love his height, his hands and eyes,

His smile still mesmerizes me.

Oh, how precious that he can preach,

And one of the best when the Word he does teach.

I love how he prays,

And connected to God stays,

I love him in so many ways.

A great father is he

This man of my dreams,

I hold him in highest esteem.

 

Happy Valentine’s to my one and only, Nathan J. Hurst

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