How will people sum up my life?

I am behind on writing this weekend, guess I sorta forgot what healthy feels like. Being busy and doing things again feels so wonderful.
I loved this article from Jason F. Wright, and how he explains his Grandmother's life. It made me wondered how people will describe my life when I am gone?
Makes me want to try harder in everything... when I think of that.
What a wonderful tribute from a Grandson!
Grand children are just quite the blessing aren't they?
Good night dear friends!

What 3 words would describe your life?

Mary Marva Thompson Fletcher. January 9, 1918 – June 18, 2014.

I’ve been blessed to speak on four continents in front of crowds ranging from seven to 7,000. I’ve spoken at schools, churches, corporate chicken dinners and at backyard barbecues.

Somehow through these years, I’ve maintained a streak of attending many funerals, but never speaking at one.

Last week in southern Utah, in the red shadows of Bryce Canyon, that streak was broken.

My maternal grandmother, Mary Marva Thompson Fletcher, passed away and was remembered in Cannonville, a town hand-painted by heaven in Garfield County.

Before the sun had set on the same day Grandma took her last beautiful breath on this short side of eternity, my aunt Rosemary Fletcher had asked if I’d speak at the service. Rosie has been so selflessly caring for Grandma for years, and if she asked me to walk to the edge of the Earth with no shoes and a broken big toe, I’d be in Denver by dark.When my mother called me from her home in Charlottesville, Virginia, the news was the classic double-whammy. Not only had her mother died, but my mom would not be able to attend. Recent back surgery keeps her from sitting for more than 20 minutes at a time, and the doctor said making the trip was impossible.

She began by explaining my grandmother’s lifelong love of the scriptures.A couple of days later, with my travel arrangements set, Rosie and I spoke by phone about what I might share.

“Did she have a favorite story, chapter or verse?” I asked.

The answer came before the verbal question mark. “Faith, hope and charity.

“Faith, hope and charity,” I repeated and Rosie explained her mother’s love for the scriptures teachings on the importance of those three attributes.

On the flights from D.C. to Detroit to Las Vegas. In a rental car with my brother racing north along Interstate 15 to Cedar City. Then, twisting along Route 20 through Panguich, Bryce and Tropic.During the days between that call and standing at the pulpit in a humble chapel in Utah’s Color Country, I heard those three words over and over.

“Faith, hope and charity.”

If your life had to be summed up before God and man in three words, if your friends and family gathered tomorrow to plant and fertilize your legacy, what three words would they use?

My grandmother made these words verbs in her life.During my remarks, I read sections of the chapter and noted the critical link between the three attributes and the active nature of these words.

She’d exercised her faith muscles and learned to trust in the Lord’s wisdom and not her own.

She’d turned hope into a routine for daily living. She knew hope in Christ’s Atonement was the only way she’d survive an occasionally challenging life and find eternal happiness in the next.

“Faith, hope and charity.”She truly accepted charity as the pure love of Jesus Christ. She learned that to truly love him is to follow him, and tried to see all of us the way he does. When the world was often quick to give up on someone, Grandma saw through a much longer lens and recognized infinite goodness and potential.

Three perfect words that describe Marva Fletcher’s imperfect but Christ-centered life.

How about you? What three words will be used to describe your time taking this temporal test with an eternal grade?As I write these final lines from 39,000 feet somewhere over Ohio, as I look out the window at a red sky that reminds me of the rocks in Grandma’s backyard, I can’t stop wondering what three words might be used to describe my own life when body and soul part for a season.

Me? I’ve got a long, long way to go, but if Grandma wouldn’t mind sharing, I’d be honored to use hers and to live in the golden glow of her and my grandpa’s righteous legacies.

“Faith, hope and charity.”

Time to earn them.

Brothers Jason Wright, left, Sterling Wright and Jeff Wright at Cannonville Cemetery for the services of their maternal grandmother Marva Fletcher.

I found the article here:

The best 4 day Sleepover ever!

Since Jeff is out of town, Angie came over for a 4 day Sleep Over with Nana. What a wonderful day we have had ...and it is only our first day! We started out sleeping in and then having a nice breakfast together. Then we straightened up a bit. Angie decided she wanted to mop the floors while I did the dishes. Next we colored some and then we had lunch. Right after lunch we went looking for Butterflies, she has a new bug catcher that we were going to try and use. The weather was suppose to rain all day but it didn't, and so we took advantage of the sunshine while we could. Next we came home, got the car and decided to do a few errands before it got to close to dinner time.
 
I tried to block out my day to just spend the day with her... and what fun that was. Every store we went to, she just kept telling what a great sleepover this was. For dinner we ate at a restaurant that she had never gone to Panera Bread. She picked where we sat, I picked the drinks...water with lemons. She kept saying during dinner," this is the best place I have ever eaten...I really should invite my Mom some time". She loved the food, the atmosphere and all the time we were getting to spend together.
Then we walked across the street and got some frozen yogurt. In just the short time we were eating dinner, we saw the storm clouds rolling in. As we came out of the yogurt place, the wind was really blowing and it was raining hard. We laughed as we ran to the car, it was soooo much fun to run in the rain.
 Then we decided it was early enough to do one more thing before we went home. So we stopped at a book store and went to the children's corner and sat and read books and just played. It really was fun. Then we came home, put jammies on and watched a movie together. It was a great day!
 It was so sweet! Oh to be a kid again,( a kid like her I should say). Not sure I am want to go back and repeat any of my childhood again. Still I feel blessed to be able to share her childhood with her, I feel in some ways I can imagine how fun it would be.
I wish to all my friends who haven't been blessed with Grandchildren, that I could bottle up the fun and the memories and give it to them; so they could experience what it feels like. I try to be careful not to brag too much about my grand kids, for I know there are many lonely hearts out there ...that can hardly wait or could only wish to be a Grandma or a Nana. So I don't take my job lightly. I just want to help these kids be safe, know who they are and help them remember how loved they are. Those things should be huge stepping stones in their lives.
Yes, I pray that Angie as well as all my grandchildren, will some day remember the fun times that they had with Nana!
Good night dear friends!

 

 

Blankies

I read this quote the other day that went like this... "It's a magical moment...when a quilt becomes a blankie". It immediately made me thing of my granddaughters and their quilts I have made for them. Those quilts sure have a lot of love in them, and that is what you hope... they remember and feel, when they are wrapped up inside of them. I think of this sweet photo of my second granddaughter Jenny, with her quilt I made her when she was born. Yes, quilts are a way to tell someone that you really love them. I am so excited that my neighbors got me exciting about learning to quilt 8 years ago, it has become a very healing art for me.

Now, not only do I make baby quilts... but I also make quilts for my granddaughters baby dolls, animals, monsters or anything else! But when I saw that my oldest granddaughter had used one of the doll blankies I made for her, on her pet rock, I had to laugh.:) Oh well, like the tag says... My Nana made it for me! I guess as long as it brings some peace and quiet for her Mom, fun for her and a warm place for her favorite rock to sleep...how can I complain? :)

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."  ~ Henry David Thoreau

"Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless."  ~Jamie Paolinetti

"A grandchild fill a space in your heart that you never knew was empty."