{mor on her 90th birthday, April 16, 2008}
Mor, means mother in Danish and Norwegian. Mor, that is what we call her. She is a sweet, kind, honest, gentle, giving, loving, tender, forgiving, beautiful, witty, faithful, peacemaker, wise, wonderful baker and chef, gifted at hospitality, lover of all and mostly a priceless example of a godly woman. She is my grandmother. I've been blessed with this woman, she has been my closest friend. I have been able to cry, laugh, and pray with her. She lost her beloved a year and a half a go and hasn't been the same since. She served him faithfully for 67 years. She has been my example of what God has called us women to be, a quiet and gentle spirit, a helpmate, and a true proverbs 31 woman. At times Justin says I'm exactly like her. There is no greater complement.
Since the passing of Far {Father}, she has longed to go be with him. She ends her prayer at night with, " Lord, I'm ready,take me". Her greatest desire right now is to be in the arms of Jesus and to be reunited with her Albert. My heart aches for her, in the quiet of the night, I find myself crying for her. There are few memories she has that don't include Far. They passed down a legacy of serving God, and one another. She recalls a time when her children were school age and she was busy making beds and she heard God beckon her. She knelt by her son's bed and surrendered her busyness and committed to never allowing the things of this world to come between her and God. I believe that she hasn't let a day pass that she hasn't served Him fully. I know that when her day comes, she will hear, "Well done good and faithful servant."
{she has a special relationship with all her great-grandchildren}
{Jesus loves the little children}
{the entire family gathered for her 90th-
she was missing her beloved, and still is}
Tonight, I find myself torn. Mor is in the hospital with some kind of infection, there is no clear picture as to what is the cause, but she's not well. I so desperately want her to close her eyes and awaken in the presence of our Lord and Savior and yet, I'm selfish. I want her to hold my children once again, I want to feel her soft cheeks and smell her sweet perfume. I want to hold her hand and kiss her as I put her to bed, I want to pray with her and listen to her share stories of her life with Far. My rest is knowing that I will once again see her, but, in the meantime my flesh takes over. Please pray for my sweet Mor {she would want you to call her that}, that what ever her lot, she will be able to say, that it is well.................
today we were invited to a hayride/trick-or-treating neighborhood gathering by sweet friends. the children got all dressed up and enjoyed riding from house to house to fill their bags. the evening ended by pizza and games/prizes at a neighbors home. halloween is not a huge event in our home, but we thoroughly enjoyed spending time with great friends. here are a few highlights from the festivities..
{mor on her 90th birthday, April 16, 2008}
{she has a special relationship with all her great-grandchildren}
{Jesus loves the little children}
{the entire family gathered for her 90th-
for the past 5 years we've gotten a kick out of the preschools annual pumpkin patch field trip. actually, it's just a walk across the church parking lot. at times i wish we were back east where the kids could enjoy the full taste of autumn, but God has placed us here, so we enjoy and make the best out of where we are.
{walking across the parking lot}
{daddy was able to join us}
{seth and lis- we missed mia {sad face...}
Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world, red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world. 
