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Song is my love language.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE!

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J o e- theBROTHER…49 years in 10 minutes flat!

 

 QUICK CLICK for full, crazy, sentimental effect: The mood music



  

My little brother, Joe, turns 49 today.  When we were little, when we were “Jeanie and Joey” way back when, he was my best friend and confidante.  I was bossy and he needed to be bossed.  I was forthright and opinionated and he was the gentle listener who appreciated my opinions.  I talked.  He listened and drew pictures.  He became an accomplished artist and I, a talker.

One time he quietly saved me from drowning and another time he saved me from something much worse.  He risked a lot to be in my corner during a really hard time…or two.  He has spent his life teasing me, tormenting me, aggravating me and protecting me.  I have spent mine acting like I am always right and challenging him to boxing matches (which I win, of course, because gentle Joe would never hurt a girl). 

For a lot of years, marriage and raising kids and careers and life made what we once shared so closely (he was my first nap and room-mate) a sweet, but distant memory.  But then the melancholy of years and a deep, abiding love reminded us to reset our priorities and to be not only a brother and his big sister (he now calls me his “little sister” which is all the more reason to love him), but to be friends – the kind who are God-sent and will never let you go.  For that is what I have in Joe.

During those interim, busy-life years, I once almost lost Joe permanently and I didn’t even know.  I was living my  own life and he was dying, coding repeatedly one night after he collapsed doing police work at the airport.  Thinking now about what I’d have missed if he hadn’t made it makes me nag him and check his pacemaker for malfunction when I see him.  His strong, steady heartbeat is very important to me.

He was my first best-friend.   At times, moving around like we did as kids, he was my only friend.  Now?   Friends to the end!

Forgive my sentimentality, but I have put together 10 minutes (!!!) of pictures of me and ‘the Joey.’  And I added “mood music” because this is how I want to tell him how happy I am that he was born on April 14, 1961.  Plus I am all melancholy and sentimental. 

I know you are probably thoroughly embarrassed now, Joe-Joe, but I don’t care.  It is what I do.  You KNOW I’ve got the “Joey-Joey-Joey-Joey

down in my heart!”  And I love ya!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  So glad, so so glad you were born to be MY brother!

 

Now and Forever by Carole King

Now and forever
you are a part of me
And the memory cuts like a knife…

Now and forever
I'll remember all the promises still unbroken
And think about all the words between us
That never needed to be spoken
We had a moment
Just one moment
That will last beyond a dream,
Beyond a lifetime
We are the lucky ones
Some people never get to do
All we got to do
Now and forever
I will always think of you
Didn't we come together
Didn't we live together
Didn't we cry together
Didn't we play together
Didn't we love together
And together we lit up the world
I miss the tears
I miss the laughter
I miss the day we met
and all that followed after
Sometimes I wish I
could always be with you
The way we used to do
Now and forever
I will always think of you

Now and forever
I will always be with you

Happy Birthday, Joseph Allen Moslander

 

 

Song for a Sunday, for THE Sunday!

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TRUE STORY. Happy-joyous-victorious Easter!

Because of this:

Isaiah 53 (The Message)
2-6The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field…
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.

Matt Redman sings one of my all-time favorite songs about what happened on the cross

YOU LED ME TO THE CROSS (Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross)

You Led Me To The Cross (double-click and open to listen)

VERSE 1:
You led me to the cross
And I saw the face of mercy in that place of love
You opened up my eyes
To believe Your sweet salvation
Where I’d been so blind
Now that I’m living in Your all forgiving love
My every road leads to the cross

CHORUS:
Jesus, keep me near the cross
I won’t forget the love You’ve shown
Savior, teach me of the cross
I won’t forget the love
I won’t forget the love You’ve shown

VERSE 2:
And there’s an empty tomb
That tells me of Your resurrection and my life in You
The stone lies rolled away
Nothing but those folded grave clothes
Where Your body lay
Now that I’m living as a risen child of God
My every road leads to the cross

Jesus died.  But death couldn’t hold Him.  He lives.  He lives!

And there’s an EMPTY TOMB
That tells me of Your RESURRECTION and my LIFE in You
The stone lies rolled away
Nothing but those FOLDED GRAVE CLOTHES
Where Your body lay
Now that I’m living as a risen child of God
My EVERY ROAD LEADS to the CROSS

NOTE:  Not sure why the last few seconds of the song are cut off, but you can finish it!  Sing this:  “My every road leads to the cross.”

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One Last Look at ANNIE

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Performances~

The final curtain fell on Prairie Playhouse’s production of Annie 2 weeks ago now.  It was a great show.  Dave was amazing as Daddy Warbucks.  The cast had great chemistry.  The orphans were not only adorable, but very talented!  Director Shauna Dunlap did a great job of  putting the show together and getting the best out of everyone.  Don Dupree led the orchestra and did a great job.

Our entire family continues to sing Annie tunes when we are together…and even when we we’re not!

From backstage

  

If you are Dave’s friend on Facebook, you can see gazillions of pictures from the production.  Please note my antique desk, my chair, my Christmas tree, my dog and my husband.   I would like my contributions recognized.  : )

Friends and family and neighbors attended every single performance.  There was always a line of people waiting to get pictures with Daddy Warbucks and Annie!

 

Jovan’s nieces Mikhaila and Bella and their friends; Amy Anderson and Linda Timmerman came all the way from Nebraska!

 

Sister-in-law, Sharon from Eaton; Jared and Kristie A., Rocky, Marilyn and Corky

Dancing and singing  on stage

   

The final bows, a fond farewell

 

So, for Dave’s birthday a few days later, the girls whipped together a little Daddy Warbucks theme.

You can speed up or slow down the slides by clicking on the plus or minus symbols and to read the caption, just place the cursor on the picture as it goes by.

 

We did all don bald caps to surprise him, but I am not allowed to show that.  Or I won’t.  Whichever.

NOTE TO DAVE:  You were great, honey.  Seeing you jump on furniture and dance, watching you act,
seeing your have so much fun – was great!  Yet, no. 
I am not OK with you growing long-long hair for Peter Pan.  Huh-uh.  No.  I am not seeing that. 
It’s called a wig.  Check it out.
Portraits by Dani, the photos from the actual play

Durango~

5 Songs I am Singing, Stuff I Actually Think

A Get-away IN SUNNY DURANGO

Pretty.  Crisp mornings.  Lovely, warm days.  Blue-blue Colorado skies.  Dave teaching at C-DOT.  Me?   Doing whatever I want.  Good times.

Here is how we got in to Durango on Sunday:

Me an’ Earl was haulin’ chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we’d spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide
//
We was settin’ there suckin’ toothpicks, drinkin’ Nehis and onion soup mix, and I said, “Earl, let’s mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let’s give ’em a ride.”
//
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
//
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple’a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.
//
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin’ pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a’ burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; ’cause here we go!
//
Well, we commenced to truckin’ and them hens commenced to cluckin’ and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says “My, ain’t this purdy up here.”
//
I says, “Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us.
Just make one mistake and it’s the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a’ USDA-approved cluckers. You wanna hit second?”
//
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
//
Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, “You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?”
//
He was tryin’ to thread it on there when the fire fell off a’ his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl’s pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire…
//
AND ETC…

Yep.  That is how we arrived in Durango.  By truckin’ on down the other side.

My, it’s purdy up here.

Also saw my DREAM HOUSE on the way!

 

Seriously LOVE this building.  LOVE it.  Want it.  I need this building.  An old grain mill, I assume?  See the top (fourth) level?  That is where the grandbebe-bunkhouse will be.  The master-suit will be on the 3rd level.  {sigh}…Think if I bought it it would survive being moved or shall I just plan to move there?

 

It comes with a pick-up truck, too.  What more could I ask?

I think a new roof, maybe close it in a little and some landscaping, and voila! (?)  I’ll save you a guest room!

PARTIAL Lyrics from CW McCall’s Wolf Creek Pass…it is way longer!

Happy Birthday to Dave {applause-cheers-standing ovation-the crowd goes wild!}

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Dave.

Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straighting his tie!
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She’s sitting playing piano,
He’s sitting paying a bill!*

  

He was born “Baby boy Bigham” on March 23rd, fifty-one years ago to a young girl in rural Kansas who would leave the hospital without him.  When he was 5 days old, the Rhoades family signed adoption papers and picked him up there, where he’d been left to himself those first important days.  That precarious beginning is probably why little David Allen Rhoades, a gentle-hearted, deeply-dimpled boy grew up to be such a family man, so devoted to creating a large, loving, caring and loyal family.  And why his motto is, and the kids still laugh about it, “Never go against the family,” from The Godfather.

*Betcha they’re young
Betcha they’re smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays, and art!
Betcha they’re good —
(Why shouldn’t they be?)
Their one mistake
Was giving up me!
So maybe now it’s time,
And maybe when I wake
They’ll be there calling me “Baby”…
Maybe.

Foresight.

  

When Dave married me and took Tara as his own daughter on July 23, 1981, he alleviated my parents’ fears for her future by telling them he now understood why he’d been given in adoption.  He found purpose, believing he could become her daddy and they’d have that special *chosen* bond in common, something they would understand about each other. 

And when he proposed, he looked into our future and told me, “I want you to be the mother of my children.”  I could not have comprehended the depth of the honor of that request in that moment, lovesick and swept away by emotion as I was.  But in saying yes!  I do!  I have reaped the benefit of being married to a man who has been committed to building a lasting heritage, a legacy that will live on for a very long time. 

*Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she’s made me
A closet of clothes!
Maybe they’re strict
As straight as a line…
Don’t really care
As long as they’re mine!

He is…

 

He is an extraordinary “poppa,” loving those grandbabies zealously.  As for his passionate love for his children?  His pride and pleasure in the people his children have become and the spouses they have chosen?  It’s evident in his beam when he speaks of them to his students or friends. 

He teaches.  He preaches.  He stretches his own canvases and paints in color.  He sings and dances and acts – on stage!  He writes books and has story after story inside him – just waiting to be told! 

He is honoring to my mom and respects my dad so much.  He is a pal to my siblings and loves the nieces and nephews.  He reminds me to call my mom and anytime I mention going to visit my parents he says: Do it, honey.  You should go.  They’ll like that.

Dave is a thoughtful man, making sure the toilet ring is never up to surprise me, and he never forgets to take the trash out on the right day.  He’s man enough to buy *woman-stuff* for me and just seems to divine when I must have a Cheetos night 2 or 3 times a year – as if he just knew that nothing else on that night would suffice. 

He does dishes and laundry (not big on folding, but he hangs anything and everything that can be hung and seems to enjoy it – which is why I will keep letting him do it).  He cooks for me if I need him to and tucks cash in to my wallet just because.  He charges my phone, fills the gas tank and carries heavy stuff for me. 

Dave is a nice guy and a good husband.  And I am mostly thankful that even though I kinda think I am, he tells me I am not crazy.  And he sees my drive and tendency to jump into the deep end of life (he has called it, going at everything in life “like a house on fire“) as me being passionate, alive and lively.  And he likes that about me.

Loving and loved.

  

So today, I celebrate Dave’s life.  Even though 51 years ago he was alone, today he is surrounded by hundreds of students and family and friends and even fans (he was a spectacular Daddy Warbucks) who know his worth and his value and how lucky they are to know him.  I know I am. 

And I am happy that he spent the last 6 months getting that A1c level down from 13-14% to 6% and has taken huge strides in reversing his Type 2 Diabetes!  He is healthier now than he has been for 5+ years. I have always loved those Perry Mason-broad shoulders and  I am so proud of him, he is looking good!  So glad that we’ll be celebrating his birth and the life he lives for many years to come!

 

Happy birthday, my husband.  I love you.  I am loving all the changes. 

And so glad the hair will be growing back now, too!

*So maybe now this prayer’s
The last one of it’s kind…
Won’t you please come get your “Baby”
Maybe…
Pictured:  Top, Dave at age 1, then at age 4 or 5 with his mom and in April 1981 speaking at chapel at Northwest Bible College just before he graduated.  Next, Dave and the original 4 daughters at Stonebrook Manor last week.  Then, watching a video of his Annie performance with some of the grandbebes one Sunday night (Gavin, Guini, Gemma, and Averi);  Next, Dave with some of the grandkids the night he was going to be getting his hair shaved off (Hunter, Averi, Guini and Gemma).  Then, Dave at Stonebrook Manor for one of the fundraising dinners, Dave backstage with some “orphans” from Annie.  Finally, Dave and I at Stonebrook Manor last week and on our way to a Heaven Fest potluck a couple of weeks ago.
 

*Lyrics:  “Maybe” from Annie, the song that made Dave tear up at almost every performance over the past couple of months…because he understood…

The Green, Green Grass of Home

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We whipped up some “official supporter” t-shirts as thank-you gifts for the people attending our vision dinners this month.  We thought we’d do a nice, spring-full-of-hope-and-brightness version, rather than the ever popular black t-shirt (and because people have been requesting it).   We decided on a bright white with Heaven Fest green (aka Jeanie-green) print.

Here is the green we had in mind.

 

www.heavenfest.com

See the groovy-70s green above?  That slightly yellow-er green that matches my computer???  Uh-huh.  That was the green I was expecting.

Here is what we got. 

 

It was such a unique green color I thought the t-shirt guy (who is w o n d e r f u l to us, btw) had invented it!  I think I’ll call it: Longmont Green.

But leave it to Stef and Wrex to turn it into a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day fashion statement.  They really did look bright and beautiful at our family dinner for Wrex’s wRunzas night!  You can hardly tell Stef is pregnant (due 8/9/10…how cute is that??), but Wrex is showing a little more.

 

How did Stef manage to match that Longmont green?  She is good!

We ate Runzas, aka Nebraskan Mystery-Meat Sandwiches, now known as Wrex’s wRunza’s and plopped on the couch for a family photo (everyone is there, but sadly you can only see Tredessa’s legs on the right, Rocky’s knee and Jovan’s pregnant belly on the left…guess we should have checked that…?), and ate lots of delicious desserts (Stef made 2 rolled ice cream cakes: a Reese’s PB and a mint-chocolate and Stormie did Andes-Mint-style Brownies)! 

Most everyone wore green (although I have never seen so many clashing shades of it in my life), so we pinched each other just because anyway. 

 

I call this portrait: Two bald guys in the kitchen.

Our planned entertainment of timing Jovan’s contractions was not to be.  But the grandbebes kept us laughing and the ‘wRunzas’ turned out, so it was a good night.

 

  

It’s not THAT KIND of snow!!!

Yes, it is snowing today – the day before spring.  But simmer down, people.  It has been warm.  It is not here to stay.  Do you know why it is here??? 

To make everything GREEN!

Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!

Romans 15.7 The Message

I can live with that!

God spoke: “Earth, green up! Grow all varieties of seed-bearing plants, Every sort of fruit-bearing tree.” And there it was. Earth produced green seed-bearing plants, all varieties, And fruit-bearing trees of all sorts. God saw that it was good. It was evening, it was morning— Day Three.

Genesis 1.11 The Message

Grandbebes A-to-Z

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A is  for Averi

   

Averi is sprouted ponytails and bananas and cream oatmeal with blueberries on the side.  She’s “I’ll do it myself” in her big girl panties and scrunchy-faced smiles.  Averi is red-flannel pajamas and cheeks that won’t quit.  She’s “Rocky?  Rocky!” when calling for her beloved daddy’s attention and she is 2 going on 32.  Already a pro at being a bit of a sassy, independant and directive firstborn, new baby Rhoades (due any second now) will already have her life’s itinerary planned out for her…by Averi.

But oh when she stops to have a little conversation and thens melts into you with a committed hug, {sigh} Averi…what a surprise!

G is for Gavin

  

G is for Gavin who is growing up fast.  He is all boy and football and friendship and freckles.  He has loose teeth and thick hair and he’s white, but that kid can jump!  He is responsible and organized and such a wonderful big brother.  He is 6 and he’s 1st grade and he holds my heart and my confidence like no other.  He is the firstborn, the firstfruit, the heir to it all.  Zealous and hard-working, he is always ready to tear into whatever project I have wondered about starting with his “let’s get to it” attitude.  And he said to me last Sunday, “Nonna, I sure wish we had some garden tomatoes.  Maybe this week we should start gardening?”

The boy is a genius, I tell ya!  He knows the best of everything and loves tomatoes like me!

G is for Guinivere

  

I love the flower girl.  And that is my Guini.  She tip-toes through the tulips and petunias and orange daylilies  right into my heart.  We play school and she ever-so-meticulously colors hers papers until there is not a naked spot left or until the washable Crayola marker she is using has run completely out of ink!  And while she works on her masterpiece, she peppers me with the important things in her life.  “Hey, Nonna, can I watch some Sprout when I’m done with this?”  “Hey, Nonna, can I have some popcorn?  Oh wait – do you have crackers?  I LOVE crackers!”  “Hey, Nonna, we got a trampoline and I can jump really high.”  

And a couple of weeks ago when I asked her if she got to eat some of the Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse I had sent to her house (leftover filling from Jovanie’s cake).  She clarified, “The cookies in pudding?”  An oversimplification, if I do say so, yet she warmed my heart with her enthusiastic review, “Oh, it was TASTEEEEE!!” 

G is for Gemma

  

For Gem-Gem, not only is everyone she meets her newest and bestsest friend in the world, everyone she meets is also an audience for her interpretive dancing, for she lives to make people smile with her art.  But not “Miss Hannigan.”   “I don’t like Miss ‘Cannigan’, Poppa.  Miss ‘Cannigan’ is a bad person,” her little voice quivers in fright as she speaks of the orphange-woman in the Annie play.  Gemma is spunky and two, a little lamb and a tiny dancer.  She is cuddly and independant and will smile for any reason she can find.  She performs and she sings “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow,” with arm flailing exuberance.

She is our own Annie, our very own Fancy Nancy with maybe a smidge of Pippi Longstocking mixed in!  She makes my heart giggle!

H is for Hunter

  

Hunter’s a thinker, a little guy who reasons big.  He’ll argue his point until you give in by sheer exhaustion.  He is right when he’s right and right even if he is not.  He is as smart as a whip and smarter than most adults.  He will call you on every inconsistency, hypocrisy and duplicity.  The kid is cute and loves his cousins, his mama and the world.  He has already planned his life’s path to fly mission supplies around the world where he will be able to speak all languages fluently and touch the world for Jesus.  He is currently in love with theater due to his poppa being in Annie and enjoys theatrically answering “yes” questions with a big, long, loud, “You’re daaaaaarn tootin’!” 

When I said I needed to snap some photos for a blog post I’d written about them all, Hunter turned to Gavin with the wary look and said, “That’s what she always says.”  Hunter is the Little Prince, wise beyond his years, fit to rule the kingdom.

Soon?  Our alphabet will be turned upside-down with a brand-new bebe!  Any second now…

“Seasons may change, winter to spring…”

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Seasons may change, winter to spring

He sings.

But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

She sings.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

{deep, satisfied sigh}…Sun.  Spring.  Green (remember St Patrick’s Day!  CLICK HERE)! 

NOTE:  Videos from the movie “Moulin Rouge,” which I was not cool enough to like…at all.  But there is some great music in it!

Hello, Dolly!

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In the early morning dark, when you shouldn’t really be awake,  I reach over and feel Dave’s temporarily-bald head.

“You feel like GI Joe,” I tell him, referring to those really great GI Joe dolls of the 1960s that looked like Rock Hudson and had this short, fuzzy hair.  Dave has 2 days’ growth.

“You can be my Barbie,” he replies, referencing the fact that when I played Barbies with my friends as a young girl, I let the others have Ken and opted to use my bothers’ GI Joe as my particular love interest.

In totally unrelated news: And, by the way, I got to see the colorful, bright and delightful Carol Channing star in “Hello, Dolly” in the 90’s.  It was soooooo cool!

 

Dave with hair, in the kitchen; Dave without hair for his performance in Annie, onstage.

NOTE:  He is rumored to have been advised to start growing his hair long, really long – which he is able to do easily,  for a possible starring-pirate kind of role next year.  People, I implore you!  Did Carol Channing ever have to change her hair this much?

HEAVEN FEST 2010 at Longmont, Colorado!

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WE GOT OUR PERMIT!

http://www.timescall.com/news_story.asp?ID=21145

Longmont is a beautiful city with an amazing view of the Rocky Mountains.  We have been in a most incredible location and it has been “home” (on the Northern Hills Church property www.northernhills.cc).  What a blessing that has been.  The drawback has been the 2-lane highway which makes for crazy long car lanes in every direction.  Traffic flowed very smoothly…just very slowly this past year when we had 22,800 people there all at once!

www.heavenfest.com

This new property is a beautiful park and reservoir with lots of farmland, which is going to allow for “raw” camping.  It is just west of I-25  on the north side of the 4-lane highway 119.  70+ bands on 7 stages, interactive worship, a Petra reunion…come on.  Start making plans!  WE GOT OUR PERMIT TODAY!

A partial look at what you’ll see.

Remember 2008 – our first year?  We did this the day we got our Adams County Permit LESS THAN A MONTH out from the festival!

We’re still together.  Still going strong and doing the happy dance.  Still love each other!  The GREATEST miracle of all!