Comments on: Framed Memories – Part 1 http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/ I am a writer. And a deep see diver. Fri, 18 May 2012 02:55:39 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Sandra Heska King http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-777 Sandra Heska King Fri, 25 Jun 2010 14:04:58 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-777 @Donna: Interesting how the passage of time reframes storms.<br /><br />@Claire: So good to have you here! That is one goosebump story! Wow.<br /><br />@caryjo: Oh my word! That was one storm-tossed year. Guess He showed you who was your frame! @Donna: Interesting how the passage of time reframes storms.

@Claire: So good to have you here! That is one goosebump story! Wow.

@caryjo: Oh my word! That was one storm-tossed year. Guess He showed you who was your frame!

]]> By: caryjo http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-772 caryjo Fri, 25 Jun 2010 00:29:10 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-772 In May, '74, I moved to Omaha from the west coast. Yes, we had the occasional earthquake [I was in Seattle when the '64 BIG ONE hit in Anchorage and remember seeing the windows "waving" in the skyscrapers on my way to work.], and we had the occasional wind storm, etc. But NEVER had I experienced what we did here the first year. That summer: drought and temps in the "hundred" range -- on my birthday, July 9, we had the highest temp in the country, 110-degrees; that winter, Jan. 10, a huge blizzard; May 6, a tornado that tore much apart and killed and wounded so many -- IF it hadn't been after school was out but before rush hour, the deaths would have been much, much higher. SO that was my first stretch of experience here. A "weather record" year ... and God moved me here right in time. Wasn't that "kind" of Him??? Made my eyes widen, big time!! I learned LOTS! In May, '74, I moved to Omaha from the west coast. Yes, we had the occasional earthquake [I was in Seattle when the '64 BIG ONE hit in Anchorage and remember seeing the windows "waving" in the skyscrapers on my way to work.], and we had the occasional wind storm, etc. But NEVER had I experienced what we did here the first year. That summer: drought and temps in the "hundred" range — on my birthday, July 9, we had the highest temp in the country, 110-degrees; that winter, Jan. 10, a huge blizzard; May 6, a tornado that tore much apart and killed and wounded so many — IF it hadn't been after school was out but before rush hour, the deaths would have been much, much higher. SO that was my first stretch of experience here. A "weather record" year … and God moved me here right in time. Wasn't that "kind" of Him??? Made my eyes widen, big time!! I learned LOTS!

]]> By: Claire http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-764 Claire Wed, 23 Jun 2010 22:15:28 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-764 Sandra so good to be in your space!<br /><br />I like the fact that you took the odd skinny dips. I find that those rare moments are the ones that stand out most prominently in my life. <br /><br />A storm story: We were stuck in the Swiss Alps in the middle of the night during a severe blizzard. We could not find our hotel. We stopped, prayed and asked God to lead us to safety. We heard the sound of a motorbike in the distance as we said 'amen'. The man pulled up next to us and asked us if we were ok. We explained that we were lost. He said that we were on the wrong side of the mountains and that he would drive us to the hotel. It took another two hours in very heavy snow. When we got to the hotel, we parked the vehicle and got out to thank the man and there was no motorbike, no man and not a sound of an engine anywhere. We asked the hotel butler who was waiting at the door whether he had seen the man on the bike and he told us that we were the only vehicle that had driven onto the property. <br /><br />God is good. He is our frame, our safety in all situations. Sandra so good to be in your space!

I like the fact that you took the odd skinny dips. I find that those rare moments are the ones that stand out most prominently in my life.

A storm story: We were stuck in the Swiss Alps in the middle of the night during a severe blizzard. We could not find our hotel. We stopped, prayed and asked God to lead us to safety. We heard the sound of a motorbike in the distance as we said 'amen'. The man pulled up next to us and asked us if we were ok. We explained that we were lost. He said that we were on the wrong side of the mountains and that he would drive us to the hotel. It took another two hours in very heavy snow. When we got to the hotel, we parked the vehicle and got out to thank the man and there was no motorbike, no man and not a sound of an engine anywhere. We asked the hotel butler who was waiting at the door whether he had seen the man on the bike and he told us that we were the only vehicle that had driven onto the property.

God is good. He is our frame, our safety in all situations.

]]> By: Donna http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-753 Donna Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:17:18 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-753 What an amazing picture! I have known storms and the frame through which I look has altered as I mature. Thank you for sharing the gift of picture and words. What an amazing picture! I have known storms and the frame through which I look has altered as I mature. Thank you for sharing the gift of picture and words.

]]> By: Sandra Heska King http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-751 Sandra Heska King Mon, 21 Jun 2010 23:34:21 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-751 @Cassandra: Beautifully written! I hear you.<br /><br />@Kathy: I wish my husband would rebuilt. :(<br /><br />@Susan: Strip us to the skinny!<br /><br />@Jay: Thanks! @Cassandra: Beautifully written! I hear you.

@Kathy: I wish my husband would rebuilt. :(

@Susan: Strip us to the skinny!

@Jay: Thanks!

]]> By: JC Dude http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-750 JC Dude Mon, 21 Jun 2010 20:35:39 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-750 You "framed" it beautifully!<br /><br />Blessings,<br />Jay You "framed" it beautifully!

Blessings,
Jay

]]> By: S. Etole http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-749 S. Etole Mon, 21 Jun 2010 19:46:24 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-749 What a fitting scripture to accompany your image. Storms bare us ... for sure. What a fitting scripture to accompany your image. Storms bare us … for sure.

]]> By: katdish http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-748 katdish Mon, 21 Jun 2010 16:38:54 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-748 Oh, wow.<br /><br />A hailstorm in July? Loved your words here. I'm glad the memories are framed in your mind. Oh, wow.

A hailstorm in July? Loved your words here. I'm glad the memories are framed in your mind.

]]> By: Cassandra Frear http://sandraheskaking.com/2010/06/framed-memories-part-1/#comment-747 Cassandra Frear Mon, 21 Jun 2010 16:38:44 +0000 http://sandraheskaking.com/?p=181#comment-747 I love storms. I fear storms. I'm drawn to storms. For these are my meeting place with God. They are the places where my heart is uncovered, even the parts I have hidden from myself. They are the places where the Holy meets the ravages of our fallen world. They are the places of absolutes. <br /><br />We live too much in the gray and spend much of our days wandering through a fog. Storms release us from that. Storms make us lean and focused. We know what matters then.<br /><br />You know what I'm talking about. Somehow I know you know it. And I am comforted by our fellowship. Thanks for writing and sharing it with me. I love storms. I fear storms. I'm drawn to storms. For these are my meeting place with God. They are the places where my heart is uncovered, even the parts I have hidden from myself. They are the places where the Holy meets the ravages of our fallen world. They are the places of absolutes.

We live too much in the gray and spend much of our days wandering through a fog. Storms release us from that. Storms make us lean and focused. We know what matters then.

You know what I'm talking about. Somehow I know you know it. And I am comforted by our fellowship. Thanks for writing and sharing it with me.

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