Just an Old Sinner Saved by Grace

King David

David asks a question that would be a good one for me to ask myself as a good and consistent reminder for my own life. The question is, “Who am I, Lord God, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far? And as if this were not enough in your sight, my God, you have spoken about the future of the house of your servant. You, Lord God, have looked on me as though I were the most exalted of men.” (1 Chronicles 17:16-17)

It is not lost on me that this was spoken by a man named David and that today it is being read by a man named David. It is not a verse that I recall ever spending much time meditation on. I suspect not many reading this has ever even noticed it. But today it jumped of the page and into my heart. But this morning it came alive. 

“Who am I, Lord God and who is my family that that you have brought me this far.” Looking back on the life I have lived I feel like the country song says, “From a Jack to a King". Slowly and steadily as that idiom I have over time experienced a massive rise in status gone from a low or ordinary position (a Jack in a deck of cards) to the highest position of honor and success. I am both amazed and humbled by what the Lord has done. Like that shepherd boy David who became a king and spoke these words I can look around at my life journey and “you’ve come a long way baby.” 

As I look at the life that God with which God has blessed me I stand in amazement. He moved me forward in a gigantic way when He brought Susan Warren into my life as my Ezer kenegdo (עֵזֶר כְּנֶגְדּוֹ). He made a way through educational preparation by enabling the obtaining of three advanced degrees when I could not afford the proverbial “free meal”. 

He has graced me with the chance to serve, and I am in awe of what God has done in our life. He allowed me to lead five of his local fellowships (churches) where all experienced growth. He allowed me to teach at the university level and to serve in numerous denominational positions. He surrounded me with mostly wonderful people and a few that He used to “test my metal.” I certainly am not a self-made man . . . I am the product of His hand. It is "by the grace of God I am what I am" is a famous Bible verse from 1 Corinthians 15:10.

Our children born in our youth when were still young grew up in time to support help sustain us in old age. These children are “like arrows in the hands of a warrior.”  Having a “quiver full” of children is a biblical concept that comes from Psalm 127:4–5: “Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.” 

Those many years ago as we were starting our family and stepping into ministry, I never imagined that God would bless us this way. I can look back and clearly see how God has taken my family from “humble beginnings” to a place where we are now. I think we can all see the same thing in our own lives. 

It may be hard to see at times, but Susan and I looked at our lives and saw how God was present, active, and working. So many things and yet none in which I can boast. Like my names sake I say, “You, Lord God, have looked on me as though I were the most exalted of men.” In my lowest moments the Lord always showed up and delivered my but more than that every low point in life turned out to be a rung that took us both forward and higher. 

Truth is, without Him I am nothing . . . . “all that I am, I am by the grace of God". When you boil it all down, in the end I am nothing more and nothing less than a sinner saved by grace. Jesus wears the crown and I bow myself to the ground. To Him belong all praise and glory and honor.

Why I Go to Visit my Wife's Gravesite?

David Alan Appleby

I have not been seen at the cemetery very often these days. Truth is that I probably have not been there as often as I needed or should have gone. Somehow, while sitting there in the shade of that old oak tree, for few minutes it feels as though I can feel her presence. I suppose you would call it my place of remembrance. I guess you could say that her grave site with its marker is my Ebenezer (meaning “The Lord has helped us”) . . . . . my "stone of help" . . . . . help to remember how God has provided and helped me in the past. That "Appleby" gravestone serves as a major peg upon which the majority of the most significant experiences with the Lord are hung. 

As such it fills me with gratitude for what the Lord gave me when He gave Susan Warren Appleby to be the Ezer Kenegdo in my life. It also serves as renewal of hopeful expectation that He would not have taken half my strength if He were not going to continue supply all my needs through Christ Jesus my Lord. It reminds me to lean on Him the more as my eternal Ezer Kenegdo. The truth is everything that I attribute to Susan in my life was in reality God working through her. 

I do not go to that cemetery because I think somehow mystically, she is present in a spiritual since near her grave. I do not expect to actually or even mystically encounter her while there. I am all too much aware of the fact that my sweet Susan is not there. In fact, I rejoice that she is not there. Her death has been swallowed up in victory, and she has entered into her eternal rest in the place the Lord Jesus had prepared for her beforehand in Paradise. Susan, on May 30, 2021, like the thief of the cross, joined Jesus in Paradise. 

David and Susan Appleby

Cancer had had already started robbing her of much of her physicality even before it finally took her
life. So much so that physically she looked little like the person I married. I will forever hear her saying as she looked in the mirror, “I look like a holocaust victim.”  In a sense she was a victim . . . a victim of the American Holocaust – the ravages of Cancer. I knew what she was saying, and I understood how she felt. Like the Apostle Paul, she truly wished to be freed from her dying body, but she felt she had to fight the losing battle for my benefit.   

But I saw past the deterioration of her physicality to the person I knew and who had dedicated her life to me. I saw the godly woman who was full of a love like that of our Master and vibrancy for life.  To be sure I certainly appreciated her physicality. Through the lenses of my eyes, she was a beautiful woman who filled me with desire. But more importantly, what we shared went so much deeper than that. 

So much of what we think, and feel is communicated through how we look at one another, the way we touch, our smells and sensations we give and receive. These allowed something of our spirits to move through our physicality to our hearts and souls. God allowed us to find a way to communicate a spiritual connection through a physical means. 

Have no misconception about this . . . I certainly thought she had a beautiful body, and I longed to hold her close to me . . . I loved the way she looked, the way she smelled and how she touched me, . . . .  And I still do. But it wasn’t her body with which I was smitten . . . . it was the person behind her eyes that I saw when as a preadolescent boy on a church hayride I looked into them. I don’t think we even spoke that day. I thank God that He enabled me to see the person early in our relationship.

I was in love with the person who lived within that body and that person isn’t at the cemetery. In fact, the only reason her body is at the cemetery is because cancer caused her to drop it like and old worn-out bath robe as she heeded the call of the Father to “come up higher.”  I do not begrudge her what she has gained but I do feel the pain of what I, at least for this present time, have lost. To be sure I am confident that one day we’ll be together again. Otherwise, what is the point of becoming one? 

When she left, I kept a large part of who she is with me, and she took with her a part of me. That breach cannot be restored until I too hear the voice of God say to me, “Come up higher.” Like the Apostle Paul, I find myself “in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ, which is far better” and the fact that the Lord apparently deems it necessary for me to remain for some purpose of His. With the exception of my progeny virtually all the significant people in my life are now with Susan. That’s part of what I was alluding to when I said I am in a strait betwixt two.” 

I started this by saying, “I do not go to the cemetery very often.” However, I do go from time to time. Usually, it is on day that was significant to us . . . her birthday, Mother’s Day, our anniversary etc. Being there adds a dynamic that I don’t find anywhere else. In may not be holy ground but it is certainly a significant place of remembrance. 

It a place of intentionality. I go there expressly to focus on her and on the love of God she exemplified to us who visit that It is a place where remembering is the goal and a choice not one of the many blind side memories that daily catch us off guard. I go because it is the only physical place I can go where I can sit explicitly and to remember what she gave to me.

I know she is not there, but I like to think she knows that I am there. When it is just me, I talk to her hoping that somehow in the grace of God she can hear what I say. I know she will not answer audibly but seems that God allows me to draw from the thousands of conversation Susan and I had over the years what she most likely would say.  

We keep flowers on her marker to show that we still love her, and she has not faded from my memory. I remember saying as I did the grave side service for Susan that we were fulfilling our last responsibility to her and that was true then and it is true now. I don’t show up at her grave because it is my responsibility I show up because it is my will to do so. Just because she is in Heaven does not in my mind free me of the promise, I made to her that “as long as there was breath in my body, you will not be forgotten.” 

Susan Eileen Warren Appleby
06/12/1047 - 05/30/2026

 

Truth is, I get my battery recharged, 

my hope bolstered and my joy restored 

when I visit Susan’s grave. 

I Give Up . . . Why Haven't I Remarried?

David & Susan Appleby
December 23, 1966

Every now and then someone has asks me why I haven't remarried. After all, they say, it will soon be six years since Susan left, and we all know how you don't like being alone. The answer to that question is complex.

I suppose that the short answer is that I haven’t found anyone that I want to marry and I am not aware of anyone who has been knocking down my door in pursuit of me. It is not that I am opposed to the idea, but it is not very high on my agenda of things to do.

I do like to think I am open to it, but the truth is, it is not something that I spend a great deal of time contemplating. My sense of the thing is that just like I knew with Susan that I wanted to marry her I’ll know if it is in the cards a second time.

Also, it is not because I think it would demonstrate disloyalty to Susan. Truth is that she made it a point to free me from that kind of guilt. Not only did she free me to remarry she suggested the kind of person I should consider.  Susan even went so far as to recommend a specific person I should consider pursuing. It was a great choice . . . just really bad timing.

No, it has nothing to do with offending or betraying her.  We knew each other well and neither of us would put the other under such constraint. We expected and received 100% loyalty while both of us were living but we both wanted the other to live on in a happy loving relationship if we so desired when one of us passed. Neither of us, of course, could imagine that but we wanted it to be an unencumbered option for life after one of us had died. 

Truth is that I never thought I'd be the one left behind so I never gave any thought to a second marriage. But the last six months of her life she gave it a lot of thought. She would tell me how much she loved me and how grateful she was that I was with her in her struggle with cancer. She would tell me that nothing I could do at that point would make her happier than to know that I was happy after she was gone and if that meant remarriage that was fine by her. 

Truth is she actually thought I should marry again. Her reason, “Because you can’t stand being alone." I told her, “It isn’t so much that I hate being alone, though I do, but that I hate being alone without you.” She went on to suggest a possibility and a few “stay away from” folks. I think I have mentioned in the past she gave me the name of someone she thought would be perfect. I think she chose wisely. I must confess that I do “love” that person, just not in the way Susan was suggesting. The point is, Susan loved me enough to leave that door open with her blessing. (I know you're more interested in who she ruled out than who its was she suggested)

You may not think that is significant, but I tell you now, I know a number of widows and widowers who have denied themselves companionship because they feel it will be a betrayal of their deceased spouse. Some feel that their friends will see it that way. All of that is exacerbated by the information highway (gossip) on which many seniors live. It is the fear of gossip and accusations will be secretly dispensed and dispersed. 

Now I said all that so I can tell you emphatically that some false sense of disloyalty or betrayal of Susan is not why I have not remarried. I must also dispel the notion that I have not remarried because I don’t want or need companionship. To be perfectly honest Susan was right about my hating being alone. Truthfully, I crave and thrive on companionship. God was not telling a fairy tale when He said, “it is not good for the man to be alone.”  And you thought He was talking about Adam. Truth is He was talking about me. 

I think what I need is not marriage as much as it is a perpetual state of courtship. A relationship where marriage could be in the works but is not the goal. For me the goal would be about having companionship not Eρως. For me it is something more Platonic than romantic. Something like ἀγάπη or στοργή blended with φιλία. Just so you know, I am aware that all three of these types of love relationships sometimes turn into something more and could be the precursor to marriage. But that could be said about any of the love categories from Eρως to ἀγάπη. My point is I am not opposed to the idea of a “second time around.” As I told a friend recently, a second marriage is not something on my “things to do” list. If the Lord wills it I will be all for it but mark you well, I am not on a hunting trip. 

I suppose another reason I have not pursued a “second time around” is that I have almost eight decades of becoming set in my ways and I am not apt to do much changing at this late date. That does not mean I am too old for remarriage, but it does mean that flexibility to personal change is harder and less likely.  It is unfair and unkind to ask someone to do that which I myself am either unwilling or unable to do. 

And yes, I know, with God all things are possible, but I also know that all things are not expedient. This is so important that Paul says it twice, "All things are lawful/possible, but not all things are expedient/beneficial" is a principle from 1 Corinthians 6:12 and 10:23.

I have a lot of friends who after their spouse died just could not handle the aloneness and so they jumped into a second marriage too soon. I know you’ll find this hard to believe but there are widows and widowers out there on the prowl. So, if you're inclined to join the safari take the time needed to make sure it is the right thing for you. I’m pretty sure the song writer got it right when he wrote, “older women make beautiful lovers, older women know just how to treat a man” but take the time to discover whether or not this one does.

But my friend let me suggest that as hard as the loneliness is you do well to weather the early stages of that storm and test the spirits. Marriage whether young love or mature begins as a quest but turns quickly into a journey that might make the loneliness of the wilderness seem a place of respite. Marriage, whatever it’s number may be, is never to be entered into lightly or unadvisedly. 

But let’s for argument’s sake that remarriage is in the cards. That relationship must stand on its own two feet. It must never become enslaved to former spouses and or the love that we shared with them. 

You see, that’s where it gets tedious. The new marriage relationship cannot be enslaved to the former one. That is a really big thing. The first marriage for good or ill will always inform the second. It may be your second marriage, but it is y’all’s first marriage. The former spouse will always be wandering in and out of your relationship. How you allow it to wander makes a huge difference. 

The challenge is to recognize that fact and learn how the three of us (and sometimes the four of us) are going to live together.  This really requires a healthy self-image and self-assurance. That’s where the unhealthy sense of loyalty and betrayal again come into play. For example, I will never stop loving Susan. She was the love of my youth and my old age and everything in-between. A second love is not an eraser . . . . it is a pen. Second marriages are simply writing new chapters in the book of our lives.

I would hope that the new wife’s first love was every bit as meaningful to her as mine was for me. However, any obligation you feel toward them is limited to honoring their memory. Don’t drag someone else into your mausoleum just to satisfy your loneliness. To do so is not kind but self-centered. One cannot forget, nor do we wish to do so, the wonder of our first loves and marriage. In a second marriage both partners must accept and affirm their husband/wife’s previous relationship. 

Hence, the new love must stand on its own unique merits. The new love will not diminish the first love . . . . they are not competitors . . . they are companions. I sometimes think we make a mistake in talking about love relationships in these matters instead of thinking it terms of companionship. Love in a first marriage means one thing but generally in a second marriage and particularly for older people it means something else. As in any second marriage, the focus should be on developing and enjoying the present relationship without allowing elements of the first to hinder such development.

For me, on a more personal note to give my friends something to chew on. This conversation is not drawn from a vacuum. Yes, I am a bit picky, and I would hope you would be just as picky. 

My first marriage was the handiwork of God with purpose, and any future one will have to be that as well. Truth is that there are a handful of wonderful older women (including the one Susan mentioned) with whom I believe I could develop into a relationship that might lead to a marriage. I simply have not felt the Lord moving me in the direction of marriage.

But for now, for many of us it would really be nice to have a companion with whom to share the rest of my journey. 

I just hope I have not had my “last date"

and 

I'd love to hear your thoughts  just 

leave them in the comments.

 

America: Our Hearts, Our Souls and Our Times are Being Tried

I do not normally comment publicly on political topic, but I feel compelled to at least say something on the present state of affairs politically though I do not consider this political. Instead, I see it as a short address on a national crisis I believe we are facing that is infinitely more concerning than the daily "ya ya" of our politicians. 

Just something for my Democrat friends to think about. It is clear that your Party is being used as a vehicle for people who hold ant-American and ant-capitalism views. Your Party has already elected people who hold view that have been mislabeled as “Socialist” when in fact they are clearly Communist ideologues. Additionally, your party has placed on the ballot people who boldly promote   articulate Leninist ideologies and Stalinist methodologies. 

I believe that the Democrat party is engaged in a second fight not unlike our Civil War in the 1860's. Some Democrats understand that but unfortunately too many see only an opportunity to seize power. They do not realize or they choose to turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to the fact that we are now engaged in a second great civil war that as Lincoln said in 1863, “testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.” 

That civil war is for the moment isolated to the Democrat Party. The evidence is clear and the world is wondering if America will survive the battles taking place in the Democrat Party. Will it be written on the pages of history as the beginning of the end of America’s reign as the “Land of Opportunity” where individual freedoms are guarded. 

Most of the world has already had generations of experience with Socialism and Communism are now scratching their heads and wondering, “What is wrong with the Americans.” My Democrat friends, these socialist among you are not there to help you win elections against the Republican Party. They are using your Party as a vehicle for killing the goose that gave us the golden egg, namely The United States of America.

I do not understand the Social Democrat group as an American Political Party. I see them as a subversive adversary of both political parties and intend on overthrowing the Constitution of the Unites States of America and replacing it with the Communist Manifesto.

I am a Republican and you are a Democrat, but I believe but Iwe are both first and foremost an American. As a Democrat you have the opportunity to do what the Republicans did in the 1860's . . . . preserve the Union. 

 I am sure you have heard the expression, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend". It is an ancient proverb suggesting two opposing parties should collaborate against a common adversary. Communism is the enemy of both Democrats and Republicans and our common enemy. You and I, a Democrat and a Republican are in the trench and the enemy is charging. The Democrat and Republican parties are not enemies . . . . we are political opponents and while we have our distinctive world views but neither of us wants to abandon the Constitution. Instead, we want to make the country better for a people who now “breathe free.” It is time we joined in one voice to defend the Union. 

I am not asking you to join the Republican Party. I am suggesting that you clean your political house of that which we on the outside of your Party looking in can clearly see . . . . the Communist have not just arrived . . . .  They have infiltrated your party. I don’t care how big your political tents are there is no room in any tent for these people. To quote one of my favorite founding fathers, Thomas Paine . . . . “THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

"Liberty and Union, now and forever,
one and inseparable." 

I join with Daniel Webster who famously said on January 27, 1830, "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable." 

My Democrat friends it is time to stop the dividing and to start promoting what guests from around the world who came here for the World Cup tournament experienced. "America is a wonderful place it is nothing like what I have been told."

Let's keep it that way

So, Your 80 and Alone

I have reached the stage in life where all my contemporaries are 80 years of age or soon will be. This age is often referred to as our “golden years”. For a handful of people who achieve that level of longevity and have a modicum of good health and a better than average income these years can be golden. Otherwise not so much.

Fortunately, as my children and younger friends point out, I am in pretty good shape for the shape that I am in. I can still drive and I handle my own affairs. I do my own shopping . . . . of course, I prefer to do it more in person than online as I get to enter-act with real people. I have found people in general and especially with young folks showing me deference more than say ten years ago. So don’t misunderstand what I am about to say. For some of us, right now at least, we are in pretty good shape for the shape we are in” and right now that by itself says “life is good”.

I readily admit that there is a certain level of peace that comes from having your own place, your own routine and some quiet time. I know there is for me. However, before you start jumping up and down with joy and running the risk of breaking something you need to understand that living alone in your 80s is not always what people imagine. Like being young, there are advantages, disadvantages, rewards and dangers.

But even with all those advantages the odds are at 80 years and beyond you're going to spend a great deal of whatever time you have left, alone. It is that time in our life span that we begin to notice that many of our friends if not in fact most of our friends have stepped off into eternity or have become debilitated in some form or another.

In our four score and more years we have learned that life can change in the twinkling of an eye. We know because we have seen it happen to our friends. Yesterday I played a round of golf with a friend I’d known since childhood and now I am getting ready to attend their memorial service. Yesterday a few of us walked a mile at the mall and then this morning one of us awakened and nothing on our left side is working and the phone is across the room.

As I have just said, with relatively good health, living alone into your 80's age can and is a blessing from God.  However, as I have pointed out, living to 80 and beyond can and does present you with some unique challenges. Many of those challenges are obvious . . . they are physical and financial in nature and bring their own kinds of stress.

But there is a stress that comes with longevity that can be a grinder for both healthy and not so healthy and that physical, mental and financial circumstances can exacerbate. 

I am speaking of aloneness and the loneliness that too often accompanies being alone. Loneliness can, and I suspect will, sneak up on you when you least expect it. I can almost guarantee you that most days will seem longer than when you were younger. There will also be nights when it seems morning will never come. 

The fact that many of our friends, if not in fact most of our friends, have stepped off into eternity and we have become or may may become the “last one still standing.” I have a friend who once remarked that their social life now consisted of onetime events . . . . namely attending the memorial services for their shrinking number of friends. 

I really became aware of this when my wife died. It has been five years since she went to be with the Lord Jesus, and I have not adjusted to the aloneness of living alone. At least when she first left my friends were there but now, even they are as one fellow said, “dropping like flies”. I can promise you that there will be days when the silence will seem louder than the din of noise. 

When our children were young, we used to long for a little peace and quiet and now that quietness all too often is deafening. You wake up to a house that is too still . . . . There are no footsteps and no voices to be heard. Just the humming of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock . . . .  No voices! 

You turn on the TV or radio for company and just to hearing another human voice. Your phone can go days without an incoming call, and the mailbox brings only bills and advertisements. Even the morning cup of “Joe” is less than satisfying. I will not even mention how just getting up and down is a chore. I am here to tell you that loneliness often shows up in those quiet moments. You feel it when setting the table for one or when looking out the window too long. This lack of connection can cause your heart to hurt.

Daily tasks can one the one hand keep you busy and turn your thoughts from your aloneness. But those same daily tasks can wear you down. When you live alone in your 80s, even simple chores can feel like mountains. What used to take ten minutes now takes thirty. Some days, it feels like everything takes more energy than you have to give.  

I have days when just getting out of bed is a challenge. Stiff joints and sore muscles do not always cooperate in the morning. I make wonderful breakfasts or, at least so I have been told. But now, it takes me longer and a drop stuff with more frequently. Susan used to complain that my stride was too long and I walked too fast . . . . Now I walk deliberately and hope I don’t trip over anything or even nothing. 

Now the laundry piles up faster than I remembered and the laundry basket is heavier than I recall.  Sometimes I ask myself, “How in the world did Susan carry this thing to the washroom.” Bending over to pick up clothes changing and opening a stubborn jar can turn into exhausting tasks. I find myself saying about more and more things, “It can wait until tomorrow.” Truth is, when we live alone, it is easy for us to feel like our time does not matter. No one is there to see what you do anyway so why worry about. I know I sometime feel guilty for leaving dishes in the sink. Or frustrated because I can’t get the dust off of the ceiling fan blades. We must simply do what we can do. 

I suppose it boils down to a search for significance in our old age. We want what we do to have . . . . meaning beyond ourselves. Stepping out of my leadership role after 50 years was the hardest transition I have had to make other than losing Susan. She was my עֵזֶר כְּנֶגְדּוֹ . . . . the woman God created as my perfect match. I’m not sure you ever get used to not having the most significant person in your life around after more than 60 years. We just adjust as best we can but no matter how much we try we still miss their aroundness. 

So, what is one to do. Well, what you don’t do is succumb to the loneliness. Be proactive . . . . don’t wait on anyone to come to you and do not assume about your grief and aloneness “That this too shall pass.” I’m in my sixth year and it neither have happened yet. Here are some things and places to start.

Stop whining because you phone still isn’t ringing. If your phone isn’t ringing, may I suggest you make their phones ring. A simple phone call to an old friend. Don’t wait for them to call . . . take the initiative. I have a friend who I call regularly even though they rarely call me or even return my calls. Truth is that we do not need constant chain of phone calls, but we do need a human voice. Sometimes I just call to listen to their voice mail pre-recorded message, turn your radio on for company. The quiet can make each day seem uncomfortably long and make each day feel like a copy of the one before.  

Try speaking with the clerk or other customers at the grocery store. I try and go to the grocery store once a week whether or not I need to buy anything. I have learned that there are people there who need what I am able to give. A listening and sympathetic ear. 

I have returned to the art of letter and note writing. I love the anticipation of getting something in my mailbox beside a bill, Medicare plan promotion or other advertisements. I have to confess that I write far more letters than I get a letter in return. If you can’t write letters, then put a nlote in a card. I have found letters less expensive than cards. Just a heads up on that. 

You can still have a meaningful and significant life. Purpose does not simply vanish but it does change based upon our capabilities and willingness to embrace the change and do what we can do. It may in fact become quieter, more personal as well as more meaningful to you and helpful to others than before you can imagine right now. We “Oldies” simply need to start finding value in small things others overlook.

Don’t forget about church. It is a great place to stay in the know and interact with people. First and foremost, I attend church. This gives me at least one day a week where I interact with other people. Don’t use web cast of your church’s service keep you away from the fellowship of the saints.

I interact on social media with people I have met over the years. This includes friends from my school days and especially my high school graduating class. People who I have worked with as pastor of five churches over 50 years are high on that list on social media. Add to that he folks around the world with whom I have ministered with and to. I maintain a fairly large social media presence. (Feel free to join me on Facebook)

I have, as mentioned earlier, recommitted myself to letter writing. If it worked for Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning, it might just work for you.

I have purchased a few bird feeders and sack of birdseed. Feeding the birds each morning gives me pleasure. I figure if God takes care of the sparrows, then so can I. I also grow plants. Feeding the birds, chasing off the squirrels and caring for my plants allows me to care for something alive.  Watering the plants becomes a promise to care for something alive.

I write. I write down my memories and my thoughts on various subjects. Think about the wisdom you and I carry. Our stories, lessons, and patience are worth more than most people realize. I share these on both my personal blog and on Facebook. 

I haven’t done this one, but it is something I toss around in my mind. Write letters to grandchildren. You can share recipes or advice that only comes from experience. You might even write a letter and seal it in an envelope addressed to them. Ask whoever is going to handle your estate to distribute them for you after you have died. to them for after you die and put it with the things your family will treasure

Remember, purpose does not have to be bold, loud or even seen. It can be framed in quiet acts of care, creativity, and choice. You and I are still part of the world. Living alone in your 80s is not always easy. Some days feel too quiet, and others feel too heavy. But we must remember that our time has always had value and maybe even greater value now that we have outlived the life expectancy charts. Our presence still matters. And your life can still hold beauty, even in its quietest moments.

You are not forgotten. You are not invisible. You are still here, still strong, and still capable of building on the life you started all those many years ago. You’re here and that means God has not quit on you so don’t you quit on you. If all else fails . . . give me a call . . . . let talk.

"The Lord expects You to Take Care of Your Bride . . . He Will Take Care of His.”

Hello young lovers whoever you are, I hope your troubles are few

All my good wishes go with you tonight I've been in love like you. 

Let me share something that we started when we were very young lovers and continued for more than 55 years.  It worked well for us and it or something like it might work equally well for you.

Susan and I made it a practice like everyone else of visiting the local Whataburger or Casa Ole for a meal. Nothing really special in the way of an event but a great way to spend a little time together in the middle of a busy life. Please don’t discount the value these kinds of events can be in enriching your relationship.

However, a couple of times a year Susan and I would have dinner at a nice restaurant with a piano bar. This would usually be on her birthday or our anniversary. It was my way of saying how grateful I was that she was born and that she was my bride. These were “dress up dates” where we dressed to say to one another you’re special and the ordinary is not sufficient to say just how special. 

It was a kind of putting on our Sunday best for each other and having dinner with an intimate crowd of strangers. I would, when making the reservation, make sure and tell the person taking our reservation to make a note that it was a special occasion for a very special lady and then detail what I was hoping to have in the way of a table, it’s location and other details. I never had an issue. In fact, more often than not the reply I’d get was along the line, “Thank you Mr. Appleby and don’t worry about anything our staff will do everything they can to make your dinner a memorable occasion. Most good “upscale” restaurants will do that. I remember especially one dinner where the restaurant pulled out all the stops and went far and above my expectations and causing Susan to say as we drove home, “Be sure and send them a thank you note tomorrow.” I said I would gladly do so but “be sure and remind me but why? She replied, “Because they made me feel like royalty.” 

However, that being said, it was not uncommon for us on Sundays that wherever we had lunch we sought out a table for just two in a quiet spot. I have mentioned before that at our favorite Italian restaurant in Beaumont, Frankie's, we virtually always had the same table for two by the window and at Susan’s favorite Mexican restaurant it was the same quiet corner table in the bar area. Even when on a cruise with friends we'd slip away at some point and just the two of us would have a nice lunch together. All of this was in an attempt to let Susan know that there was no one else I'd rather be with than her

To be sure we had dinner with friends and family which were always times that we cherished. We knew a lot of people who we considered friends, but our circle of close friends was rather small, and we relished time with them over a meal. 

Now having said all that, I still feel the table for two in a nice romantic setting with the sound of quiet music from the piano bar was merely window dressing for some of the best times we spent together. It was the quiet, relaxed time together that mattered and made the difference.

The truth is that we all have to eat and for the most part that is a pretty perfunctory and routine activity. All of the dressing up, upscale dining, elegant surroundings and ambiance were just material ways of saying to Susan, “You are the most important person in my life, and I want to experience the best that I can offer.” Would she have been happy without it? I’m sure she would. But that isn’t the question is it. The question was, “How I would feel if I didn’t give it to her?”

What I have described is but one of a myriad of ways we learned to say, “I love you” and “I value you.” I agree with Solomon who said, “She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her.” (Proverbs 3:15) Many years ago when I was not much more than a newlywed an old retired preacher known simply as Brother Black said to me, “Son I know you’re a young preacher but there is something you need to know about your responsibly to God and that is, your number one priority in ministry is not the church you serve . . . . It is to take care of your bride. He continued, "The Lord expects you to take care of your bride, and he will take care of His.” 

Love her with all of your heart as she has loved you. Don’t give her your love in bits and pieces or for a moment or an hour. Love her as you loved her from the start . . . love her with every beat of your heart. Find ways to show it . . . don’t let it be a secret love . . . tell her through how you relate to her in public and in private how much you love her. 

I knew back on December 23, 1966, when Rev. Estol Williams looked me in the eye and said, “Will you have Susan to be your lawful wedded wife” and I responded, “I do” that I was also being charged by God to love Susan as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it. (See Ephesians 5:25). Under God she was to be my one and only true love and I was to make certain that Susan knew it.

My Mother: The Strongest and Bravest Woman I have Ever Known

I have posted this before but because tomorrow is Mother's Day I want to share it with you one more time. My mother's life is a wonderful story of triumph and tragedy and what I write here barely touches the hem of the garment of her life. I am proud to call her by the name I knew her best "Momma."