Every once in awhile, usually out of the blue, you may remember snipits or pictures of things that happened in your past, even your childhood, that make you smile.  And occasionally those memories will make their way into your dreams.  Such is the case with me last night or early this morning.

A long time ago, when I was very young,  my parents and I lived in a comfortable little white house with a separate garage, big barn and a chicken coop on about 300 acres of land in Montana, just enough for dad’s cattle during part of the year and then he’d move them to another piece of property at another time of year.  Next door, or should I say down the long country road which was in front of our front yard, lived an older couple, Joe and Cora, who had a 7 year old grandson who visited from time to time, (as you may remember from a previous post or in my bio) who I was in love with — or so I thought, at the grand old age of 4.

Cora had several of all sizes that hung from the bottom of her cabinets, from little to bigger. I loved them!

They had a milking cow or two, a huge horse, or so it seemed to me at the time, haystacks, chickens, cats who got squirted in the face w/milk from the cows from time to time as Joe or Cora milked them, and Cora’s collection of miniture pitchers, displayed above the sink and counter in her kitchen, hanging from the cabinets.  Those are pretty much the sum total of my memories of Joe and Cora.

Further on down that same country road, or at least not far away, lived Don and Myrtle (Myrt for short), and daughters Alice and Donna, both in high school or early college at the time I knew them.  I remember they had a small building on their property that housed the girls’ dolls and other such wonderful things that children love to play with, as they no longer needed them.  Although entranced with that little building, which I think was their play house at one time, I was only provided one glimpse into it my whole life.

Myrt’s mother was Sadie, the tiniest little lady I think I ever knew.  Looking back on it, my remembrance of her puts her in the category of Henrietta (Linda Hunt) on NCIS Los Angeles.  Her husband, Myrt’s dad, was Russell — Uncle Ruckle to me, a very jovial, funny and kind man.

Once in awhile, but not as often as would have liked, they were my babysitters and I can recall having such fun there, feeling safe and loved.  Often, Sadie made hot tea, Lipton, and it smelled so wonderful brewing in the kitchen.  I can remember that I never was allowed to have straight tea, but my cup always had lots of cream or milk with a little tea in it.  I know it sounds silly, but it tasted soooooooo good, and I felt all grown up!

The other thing I remember, probably even more than the tea, was a big cast-iron fly on their coffee table.

ooooh, yuk!!!

Yes, I said fly.  It came apart, the top from the bottom, so I’m guessing it was a “candy dish” or match holder or ashtray or something of the sort.  shudder*…yuk!!!!  You can just imagine the fun Uncle Ruckle had with me with regards to that nasty fly.

In  any event, in my dream, I had come back to Montana to see Aunt Sadie and tell her I loved her and give her my thanks and my mom’s for being such a wonderful role model to me.  I only knew her for a very short period of time as a small child, but those memories with stick with me for the rest of my life.

In the dream,  I arrived to her home before she did, but one by one, her whole family came:  children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, even great great grandchildren…she was quite old when she passed away.  The house was full, just to honor her and Uncle Ruckle.

To this day, I don’t know what they were really like as people, except that my mom and dad loved them and their family very much and valued their friendship, but I know how they made me feel as a child, and I am so grateful that God reminded me of their kindnesses in this dream.

In the telling of this story, it may help to remind us that how we treat people, especially children and teens, as well as adults, matters to God.  What you sow, that shall you also reap.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but at some point in time how you treat the ones that God puts in your path will show the character qualities you have, or don’t have.  And, if you mistreat people, intentionally or unintentionally without making things right with them, your future could be altered forever from the very best that He intended it to be.

What’s growing on your vine?

Please understand that the Lord does try and test us by using our reactions and responses to situations that come up in our lives.  This is the only way He has of showing us our imperfections so that, hopefully, we will repent of them, work with Him to willingly be made more like Jesus, and strive to grow the fruits of the Spirit in us.

“But the fruit of the [Holy] Spirit [the work which His presence within accomplishes] is love, joy (gladness), peace, patience (an even temper, forbearance), kindness, goodness (benevolence), faithfulness, gentleness (meekness, humility), self-control (self-restraint, continence).  Against such things there is no law [that can bring a charge].”  Galatians 5:22, 23  The Amplified Version

“Let us not become vainglorious and self-conceited, competitive and challenging and provoking and irritating to one another, envying and being jealous of one another.”  Galatians 5: 26  The Amplified Version

Let’s grow some good fruit, shall we?