Musing & Wandering is BACK!

Today marks the return of Musing & Wandering. After a long hiatus we’ve decided to come back to the original blog name and intent for this blog site and we’re happy to be back. The Lord is still in charge and we will continue to just be His fingers on the keyboard writing about what He lays on our hearts regarding life on and off the road. Much will continue to be Musings and occasionally we’ll throw in the Wandering side as well. All posts from “Our Porch Views” have been merged into this site and we’ve chosen not to bring over our old, very old, Wandering posts.

I must say at this point that God has been so very gracious to us over these past few years. He’s allowed us to have some wonderful time together traveling around this great country. We joined a Christian service organization (RVICS) which allowed us to continue serving Him as we traveled. We’ve met some awesome people and have been able to reach out to hundreds along the road with Bibles, prayer and encouragement.

We do hope that you will continue your journey with us on Musing & Wandering’s blog site. I don’t know how often we will post but if you follow the blog, either through your WordPress account or by leaving your email address you will be among the first to be notified about a new posting.

We’re excited about where God is leading us and don’t even know where that will be. It’s all in His hands.

Thank you so very much for your continued interest in Musing & Wandering.

Until next time …
~May God’s blessings shower down on each of you~


So often I make plans; think of things I want to do, places I want to go, people I want to see as does Nick. I think we all do. I don’t know that it’s any different for any age. We plan and we dream. The plans and dreams change, but we continue the planning and dreaming. Some people are able to carry through and accomplish their plans and dreams while others keep on planning and dreaming. Someday . . .

Who’d have thought I’d remarry, that I’d live in TX, that I’d serve a ministry that lets me meet other travelers and serve a variety of Christian ministries around this beautiful country of ours? Again who would have thought I’d be spending summers in TX where the temperatures are regularly over 100 degrees. Certainly not me! Summers were hot enough in FL for me. Nick and I both said we’d be out of TX during the summers.

Yet where did we spend this summer? In TX. In hot, humid TX. It was quite the experience for us. We even managed to walk up and back to get our mail in the middle of the day–peak hot temperature time! And we’ve gotten used to it. And, just like in FL, you get the outside work done before lunch, so you can work inside during the peak heat hours of the day.

The change in plans was necessitated by my health issues. Well, actually necessitated by the Lord. Proverbs 16:9 A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps. It’s taken us a while, but we’re learning this. We’re still working on the “Ask. . . ; seek His will. . .” part of it, I will admit. Our tendencies is still to jump in first, then ask. As we look back, we can see how the Lord had a purpose in the plan changes. We may not see that at the time, but hindsight (isn’t it great?) allows us to see reasons for what’s happened. Not always. But that’s okay. It’s His direction for our lives. That’s where we want to be or should want to be.

So what are your plans, your dreams? How do you plan? How do you accomplish your dreams? Have you? Just wondering . . .

Boo and Nick


We recently traveled to visit Nick’s cousin, who was a missionary in the Philippines for many years. He was in hospice care, and his wife said we should get there to see him. He was conscious when we arrived, so Nick did get to visit with him. We’re glad we drove up there.

Daniel006Nick offered to read from the Bible for him. He said lions, so Nick read the story of Daniel in the lions’ den (Daniel 6). He had a smile on his face when Nick finished the story.

His wife said he’d been dreaming about fishing with his father everfather son fishingy night, but that’s a story only he knows.  I wondered if it was actually fishing for fish or fishing for men, because that’s what he did as a missionary.

I got to thinking about stories in my life. Growing up, my father and mother read stories to us. My mom even saved my favorite childhood storybook for me – Miss Sniff, about a black cat. I just discovered it was a Fuzzy Wuzzy book! The cover had a picture of the cat, which was fuzzy to feel. You can still feel the fuzz, because I managed to not rub it all off.

My father had quite the imagination, so he told us stories, but unfortunately, they were never recorded.  Some were good, some not so good, but he filled our lives with his stories, as I recall.  I can still remember parts of some.  He told scary ones too.

I guess you could say I continued my love for stories throughout my life. My degree is in English. I had to read a lot of stories (classical literature, I mean) for that! I worked in libraries, both school and county, surrounded by stories, and I read a lot, including reading stories as part of my jobs. I read to my own children too, and like my mother, I saved their favorite storybooks for them.

Stories have been around since man was created. Stories were passed down from parents to children and shared with others at every opportunity. God gave us a book, the Bible, with 66 books filled with stories of mankind so that we would remember just how much He loves us, our Creator.


In Deuteronomy 11:19-20 God said, “You shall teach them to your children, speaking of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. And you shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates,” (NKJV). The stories were written over a long period of time, by multiple authors, but they all tell the story of God’s people and how He loves each and every one of us. He wants us to remember all He’s done for us and will do.

So, hearing Nick’s cousin ask to hear “lions,” I got to thinking about my favorite Bible story.  When I get to the end of my life, which Bible story would I want to hear read to me, assuming there’s time? I haven’t decided yet, but how about you?  Which story would you want to hear?  Just wondering . . .

Boo and Nick

Yoyo Prodigal


Long, long ago (it was long ago for me) in a faraway place called Montgomery, AL (it’s far from me now with a lot of places in between) during a Vacation Bible School. I accepted Jesus as my Savior. Well, I think I did. I said I did at the time, but just how well did I understand what it meant? There was no follow up, no mentoring, nothing.

We weren’t a church going family. Sunday School, yep, and church when I was older, but no fellowship, no growth, no learning, just Sunday School. I learned in high school that Mom was an atheist. She told me (in later years, I hope she changed her mind). She said it was Dad who wanted us to go to Sunday School, but he didn’t go, nor she. Just the kids.  And at the time, as best as I recall, all these years later, there wasn’t any follow through.  Non-denominational military churches just didn’t provide follow up. I was confirmed at age 13 into the church at a military base.

So college arrives. Away from home for the first time! Freedom! Yippee! My first Sunday, I go to a church. Mind you, it was not a non-denominational church. It was the same church I was confirmed in. Wow! I had no idea! Not at all what I’d been raised with in military chapels. I left church that morning never (I was young) to return to church (through no fault of that church, though).

Well, you can see where this is going, I’m sure! And yes, this prodigal’s journey away began with all of its going, not going, not understanding, not obeying, just not. Church and my “relationship” with Jesus was nothing to me. Not important. Other things were more important. I’m sure some of you can identify with me. Or maybe not. That’s okay.

What matters is that God kept on calling me. Not just once, but over and over again.  Recently, my brother asked me if I hear His voice. I “hear” Him in my head, not with my ears, but I’m thinking with my heart. I hear Him in His Words in the Bible. I hear Him in other followers of Christ. I’m not really sure how it works. I just know that He speaks to me.

I  know that He kept working on me and calling me. He called a lot using my friends. Precious friends. Good friends. Friends who knew the Lord. The clincher – I had children now. Did I want nothing for them too? My heart knew something was missing. My head knew something was missing in my life. And those friends lovingly and gently lead me back to Jesus.

In the 80s (not sure of the date, but then I’m old, remember?), I joined a small group studying Kay Arthur’s, Lord Teach Me to Pray. The Lord really spoke to me in that class. I sat there one day just sobbing, because I knew this was important to me, that I get it “right.” Did I get it “right” right away?


No, it wasn’t instantaneous for me, rebel that I am. I resisted, but God persisted. He kept on calling. It was back and forth, up and down, truly a yoyo effect. I was re-baptized in 2013 and rededicated myself to the Lord, but it was a long, long process to get to that place. Am I perfect? Far from it, but I am forgiven, and working on my relationship with Him as He leads me. I’m reading His Word. Now that’s a book, let me tell you. It’s got it all. Just read it and find out for yourself!

So, that’s my story. That’s how I returned to Jesus, or some would say “came to Jesus”. I wanted to share it with you. God celebrates the prodigal’s return. Luke 15:24 says, “For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate.” (ESV) 

He’s calling to you. Are you listening? Just wondering . . .


Boo and Nick


Wait. Not something I am fond of doing, I will admit. When waiting, there’s not much to do. Sometimes, it’s worth the wait. Others, not!

Recently I had to wait in a doctor’s office. This was a new one, so I had no idea what to expect. As I approached 55 minutes of waiting, I said to the Lord, I would wait the full hour before giving up and rescheduling. I also told Him that I really wanted to meet her. So I waited. At exactly one hour late, she entered the room full of apologies. Of course, I accepted them. And as the expression goes, “the wait was worth it!” She’s wonderful!

IMG_0639This Tuesday morning I was fixing my cup of coffee.  I always add some filtered refrigerator water to cool it. Or I attempted to do that. I put my cup up and pushed, no water. Of course, I tried the “logical” things – can I get ice? Can I get any water? Can I see the problem when I look up inside? Can I see anything wrong (well even if I did, would I know? Not likely)?  I opened the freezer door to see if I could solve the problem that way. Nope. I finally realized this was over my head, as most repair problems are, but I wasn’t going to disturb Nick’s quiet time with that. I got bottled water to cool my coffee, and prayed that God would resolve the issue.  The water was delaying what was more important-time with the Lord.  The water issue could wait.

Oh, there’s that word again – wait! I have been encountering that word frequently in my devotions and readings recently. My waiting that morning was filled with time with the Lord and His Word. And yes, I did focus on just that. Then came the moment of truth, or in my case, the moment of answer- it’s time to fix breakfast, and I’ll need water. Anyway, I took a pan to the refrigerator, held it under, sent a brief prayer, and pushed the lever. A drop came out. Yes, it was water, but not what I was expecting. I sent another brief prayer, and out comes the water!

We all wait. We wait in line at stores, movies, amusement parks, airports. We wait for people to arrive for celebrations, to meet someone, new babies. We wait for test results, for prognosis, for healing. We wait for children, for family, for friends. We wait for someone to speak an answer. Waiting is part of our lives.

There are those who say we shouldn’t bother God with the little things in life. He’ll get us through without us “bothering Him.” Yes, there are many important and bigger problems, than water to cool my coffee or waiting to see a doctor. Yet, God cares about all aspects of our lives. It’s not just the big issues, like prodigals coming home, illnesses, loss of loved ones, food and shelter. Sometimes it’s the little ones. I’ve prayed to be able to thread on a hose, turn a screw, safety as we travel, finding lost items, remembering things I should. I also come to Him full of praises and thanksgiving for the many blessings He has given us.

In all things with the Lord, we wait. It is His timing, His will, not ours. He answers us with a yes, a no, or not now. But we wait. Do I still get impatient? Yes, unfortunately. But I’ve also had some wonderful, delightful answers to prayers about big and small issues in my life by waiting for God’s response to my prayer.

Psalm 39:7 (NKJV) says, “And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.” I am “looking for  the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ (Titus 2:13 NKJV). This is what I’m waiting for. The wait will definitely be worth it!

Are you waiting?  Just wondering . . .

Boo & Nick

The Burning Bush Oct 2014