We looked around us and saw there was hunger and so we invented the plow to produce more food. We plowed away, but there was still hunger. So, we attached a horse to the plow so we could plow faster, but there were still hungry people. Next, we invented irrigation to produce more food -- still hungry people. Then came fertilizer. That wasn't enough, so we invented tractors to produce more food. Still hungry people, so the hybrid seed was developed. But there were still hungry people.
When asked why were there still hungry people? Her reply: "None of what we did changed our hearts. Until our hearts change, and we are personally involved with our neighbors, there will still be hungry people." Marie was always searching for neighbors to serve.
Marie knew the art of persuasion and how to challenge you. When the family moved to Nashville, she told her son she wanted him to meet a neighbor, who like "Foxy" Grandpa could fix anything. They returned home with a push lawn mower. The introduction was so that her son would know where to get lawn mower help having just learned it was his job to mow the grass. When they moved to Evansville, "There is someone you should meet." "Mom, this time we need a power mower." The challenge: learn how to repair the motor of the lawn mower to make it functional.
A "word" describing Marie was praise. She worked to memorize all the hymns in the hymn book, not just the first stanza. She would sing while she ironed clothes. The praise she gave her children was never superficial-she praised with knowledge and intent regarding the effort the children had given to a task.
Marie marred Art looking forward to life as a pastor's wife. Circumstances led Art to end up as professor and she became a librarian. So, when the nest emptied and Art was able to retire, she told him, "Now it is my time." She became the pastor's wife in Holbrook, Arizona, a role in which she felt purpose.
Another "word" describing Marie was support. Upon arriving at a church function, she would look around and see what needed to be done -- arrange chairs, organize food, wash dishes, any task to lend support. She gave support to her children in numerous ways: taking a hike around a lake to help a son with a nature project for scouts, going to the cemetery to help a daughter find different tree leaves for a science project, driving the same daughter to symphony practice with a hot meal to eat on the way.
We looked around us and saw there was hunger and so we invented the plow to produce more food. We plowed away, but there was still hunger. So, we attached a horse to the plow so we could plow faster, but there were still hungry people. Next, we invented irrigation to produce more food -- still hungry people. Then came fertilizer. That wasn't enough, so we invented tractors to produce more food. Still hungry people, so the hybrid seed was developed. But there were still hungry people.
When asked why were there still hungry people? Her reply: "None of what we did changed our hearts. Until our hearts change, and we are personally involved with our neighbors, there will still be hungry people." Marie was always searching for neighbors to serve.
Marie knew the art of persuasion and how to challenge you. When the family moved to Nashville, she told her son she wanted him to meet a neighbor, who like "Foxy" Grandpa could fix anything. They returned home with a push lawn mower. The introduction was so that her son would know where to get lawn mower help having just learned it was his job to mow the grass. When they moved to Evansville, "There is someone you should meet." "Mom, this time we need a power mower." The challenge: learn how to repair the motor of the lawn mower to make it functional.
A "word" describing Marie was praise. She worked to memorize all the hymns in the hymn book, not just the first stanza. She would sing while she ironed clothes. The praise she gave her children was never superficial-she praised with knowledge and intent regarding the effort the children had given to a task.
Marie marred Art looking forward to life as a pastor's wife. Circumstances led Art to end up as professor and she became a librarian. So, when the nest emptied and Art was able to retire, she told him, "Now it is my time." She became the pastor's wife in Holbrook, Arizona, a role in which she felt purpose.
Another "word" describing Marie was support. Upon arriving at a church function, she would look around and see what needed to be done -- arrange chairs, organize food, wash dishes, any task to lend support. She gave support to her children in numerous ways: taking a hike around a lake to help a son with a nature project for scouts, going to the cemetery to help a daughter find different tree leaves for a science project, driving the same daughter to symphony practice with a hot meal to eat on the way.