Philippians, 4. 8
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thanksgiving and New Years are favorites of mine...Fried Turkey has become a recent tradition...and On New Years...anyone who knows me...knows....Sausage Balls and the Rose Parade.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone,
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man! Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, our Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.
I read this recently and appreciated the reminder. God will never leave us nor forsake us. He cares for us. We are chosen, beloved and kept....maybe you, too, needed a reminder.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Years ago our Adult Sunday School class had what we called "Secret Pals". Our teacher and his wife had made a decision, after much prayer, to move to North Carolina. Marty wanted to be closer to her father, that was one reason that I remember. We had a huge class....everyone understood that this was an answer to prayer...but most were sad. One gal seemed "devastated". Stan and Marty ( the couple that was leaving) had also prayed for a replacement couple to take over The Circle of Friendship...that couple was Jason and me. That year I got the "devastated gal" for my Secret Pal. I worked very had all year long to send personal notes, gifts, be clever....prayerfully select just the right words, gifts to show my love for this gal....and I was very secretive....anyway....to make a long story short...this gal...is Linda Turner. She and her husband, again after much prayer, also decided to move away to North Carolina...approximately 13 years ago. After she left...I was devastated. I began sending cards....I spent all my time, energy and money selecting the best Hallmarks and then send personal handwritten notes to Linda after she moved. Over the 13 years....it has become challenging to find cards I haven't already sent. Hopefully we are both at an age that if I send a repeat she doesn't remember....since obviously I don't when I buy it a second or third time.
I love emails...I love blogs....but my heart will always lean toward a personal handwritten note or card. I appreciate them more when I receive one...and I like sending them. I don't care about the cost of stamps....well I do, but what's 41 cents if it really makes someone's day?????
I started spending more time in card shops lately and that is the reason for my bloglessness...is that a word?
The Bible says that the older women should teach the younger women...and so I would say this....Ladies, teach your children the art of writing thank yous. I don't know anyone who doesn't appreciate receiving a handwritten note. I don't know anyone....so if you miss my blogging...hang in there....I might just be sending you a handwritten note....Just call out...." Car 54 where are you?" I'll be right there.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
1James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.
2My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
3Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
Do you see the word when? "When not if" is what one dear friend used to say...
Today, I am just thankful...thankful for God's word...thankful that I'm a CBK...chosen, beloved and kept. I am never alone. God is faithful and I need to remember that when God allows a trial in my life....it's not because I'm being picked on....I was picked out! God entrusted this to me because He has faith in me. I need to live up to it...all the way up.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Just returned from a wonderful week with the Turner's in North Carolina...so many stories to share...but for now...
On our way to NC, we stopped in Rutherfordton, had lunch and stopped in Victoria Lace Antique shop. I saw a teacart that I just fell in love with ....maple...had a drawer...well made...but I just wasn't sure. I checked her hours and thought we might stop there on our way home.
Turns out we decided to leave Sunday morning and the shop in Rutherfordton was closed.
We did make a stop in Madison, Ga. on our return. GREAT TOWN!! Decided to stretch our legs...have lunch and look through a few shops that WERE open. Found this teacart and knew immediately why I wasn't able to buy the one I had seen earlier. This one is SO MUCH BETTER. Cherry wood....fine details...carved wood...glass compartment for my Silver Service...It was a great price...fit in the honda with no problem...and is one of the best birthday gifts I have ever gotten. I have to do some research to know what all the different areas are for...but thought I would share.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
My friend and I told the boys that Sara's house had an elevator. We would take them into my parent's room. They would go into my Dad's closet...we would close the door...leaving them inside...and then rearrange accessories in the room...bedspread, pillows....items on the dresser...and all the while...Mary would be pretending to be the Elevator operator...saying....1st Floor....2nd Floor...and then we would open the door...and they thought we were on another floor...we convinced them that to keep the elevator a secret...it was made to look like a closet...and we insisted that all of the controls were on the other side. NO ONE was to know that we had this elevator...it was a SECRET in the event of a war or bomb threat. In those days, people actually had bomb shelters built in their yards. One of my friend's actually had one. It was creepy, but I guess with the threat of the RUSSIANS they felt it was necessary. You must see The Russians are Coming...to understand the mindset of those years.
Anyway...we were quite successful in our trickery...the only question they ever asked is why does the house look like one story on the outside...and we just said, well if you could tell from the outside...then how could it be secret? And that was all they had to hear.
Thinking back...my only question is....How could my mom let us be in her room rearranging things?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Looking at this photo, I am inspired to continue my Fat Blogger efforts with more dedication. I hope to post a photo in this same outfit when I reach my Fat Blogger Goal of 156....but....if you get the chance...this is a must for every grandma with a grandaughter.
You must book the live show, have lunch or dinner (bring your doll) shop, have your photo taken.... I have never seen so many women with little girls carrying so many dolls all in one place. A wonderful trip....a special memory...a great city...worth the trouble we had flying home....another NONREVENUE fiasco.
Check out their website for details...
I suggest you wear comfortable shoes and bring a lot of money! You will want to buy everything!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
At the airport, I see people rushing around, dragging their kids...the whole family is PLUGGED IN. Blue tooths, ear phones...fingers dashing over blackberrys....ipod cases.....no one looks you in the eye anymore. No one speaks...there are KIOSKS to check you in....or on the way to the aiport...there are Drive throughs to get your food and Coffee...which everyone pays a fortune for and only adults used to drink...and by the way...STARBUCKS is TERRIBLE TASTING COFFEE for a true coffee drinker... and self serve gas stations to pump your own gas. ...I held out longer than all of my friends...I would always pull into the FULL SERVE line...the only reason I learned to pump my own gas is because I HAD TO...There are CDS and DVDS and MP3's and what happened to BVDS? There are cars that tell you where to go...and we go go go...but where are we going?
While visiting family this summer, I had a conversation with my mother in law...she is in her 80's. It is always good to get another generation's perspective on life...she and I decided that it was so much better in the "olden days"...families lived near by or in the same house. Think about this....separate living quarters...but one house...one mortgage, sharing utility expenses, less insurance, someone is always home...more security....different generations learning from each other...more people to share the work of keeping house. Less traveling to visit family...you could actually travel to see other parts of the world...you'd have more money...for those with little one's, you'd have built in baby sitters...as long as you had enough BATHROOMS....I think it could all work well.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
It was 1993. Robin was going to graduate from High School. It was a big event. I planned a party and had invited many friends and out of town guests, including family. We had a very nice home in Boca...large enough to entertain a crowd. Just one problem....the party was to be in JUNE and our house was not air-conditioned. No problem, I thought...months in advance I started praying for "unseasonably cool weather"...I told EVERYONE that I was praying SPECIFICALLY for "unseasonably cool weather". The day finally arrived...it was the HOTTEST day of the summer. HOT HOT HOT....my neighbor across the street, Joy, called and said, " Oh, Sara, you can have your party at my house...we will all leave...I don't think your guests will be comfortable in your house...it SO HOT!". I said, " No, thank you....I am still praying for "unseasonably cool weather". She was beginning to think I was NUTS. The guests were to arrive around 3pm...At about 1pm I was starting to get nervous...faith wavering just a bit...Jason said, don't give up...just keep praying. He went out to play pool with my brother...At about 2 pm, I went into my prayer closet ( my bathroom) and cried out to the Lord...please Lord...not for me...for my guests....unseasonably cool weather....when I finished praying...I heard this "tapping" noise....I came out to see what it was.....to this day....I still get goosebumps just thinking about it....I looked out the window..and the "tapping" was HAIL STONES on the deck...it was HAIL STONES....I ran outside....my neighbor Joy and I were dancing in the street...I said, " GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYER".....the hail storm lasted for about 30 minutes...just long enough with the strong breeze to COMPLETELY COOL OFF MY HOUSE!
You know sometimes...when big things happen, and time goes by...you think...did that REALLY HAPPEN? Well a few years later, I was sitting in a Ladies Bible study...we were sharing stories like this and I shared my Hail Storm...and this woman, Margaret Ray....said, " I remember that day...I couldn't believe it....it was so unusual"...I didn't know this woman ....but I just smiled....and said, " that was God's answer to my prayer for "unseasonably cool weather".
Whenever I have trouble believing that God can answer prayer....I just think back to that Hot summer day in 1993 when God answered my prayer.
Do you have a hail storm story?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Two women...both with extremely difficult circumstances...first...a young single woman...in the 1950's...pregnant...second...a young married woman who learns she is sterile and cannot ever give birth. Imagine...the first woman made a very brave decision. She decided to have the baby, and give the baby up for adoption. Don't know much about her....just that she was 18....unwed...and of Protestant faith. I was born in Maple Knoll Hospital, home for unwed mothers. Do they even have those anymore? I imagine she had wonderful loving supportive parents...given her situation. The second woman...married...wanting a family....and now devastated by the news that she can never have a child of her own. But God was weaving a beautiful story ...and before the foundation of the world, He knew...He chose the perfect family for me. He couldn't have picked better parents. I cannot imagine any other life than the one I have had. And He even chose a brother for me...the perfect brother for me.
When I first read the scripture ....Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will,Ephesians 1:4-6, I completely understood. I was adopted... TWICE!
Funny thing about being adopted...whenever I am asked for medical history...I put N/A....and I'm not really sure about my ancestry...people say I look like an American Indian...possible...the Miami Indian tribe was from around my hometown....some say I look Spanish...I could be...but what I know for certain...is that I am beloved, chosen and kept...I am a child of the King....And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.Romans 8:16-18.
When people ask where I come from...I usually answer Cincinnati...but now you know "the rest of the story"....so ....where do you come from?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I listen better, I empathize and I am more patient.
Each week I will share more about why I am thankful for Alex and how she has been a blessing to me and my family...until then...what do you see?
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
The home Robin grew up in and we lived in for 25 years was torn down recently. The other day I was thinking about all of the beautiful things Jason built in and around that house....and thought of the Martina McBride song...."build it anyway...." the beautiful pergula, the deck, the bonsai garden that he built off the kitchen that honored my mom...the built in bookcases, the french doors he installed....the false wall with the window in the living room. My kitchen island...I really miss that butcher block top.
Here we are in Tallahassee....new beginnings....new projects...Jason decided ( highly motivated by a desire to save money and switch homeowner's insurance companies) to finish our deck.
I am so excited. He is moving right along and it is going to be wonderful.
More to follow
Monday, July 16, 2007
I remember begging my parents for a piano. My grandmother was an accomplished pianist. My mother and her sisters were all very musical. I continued to plead and after agreeing to take piano lessons, my parents purchased a beautiful piano. I never really stuck with it long enough, something I regret...but I did learn to read music. In Jr. High and High School I joined the Choir. I was even successful in tryouts for Triple Trio my Junior and Senior Years. I have sung in Church choirs and sing along with the radio in my car daily. All that to say...I love music.
But I never realized how dear my Hymnal was until a few years ago. Jason was having a very low time...and we used to sing hymns to feel better. The verse.. Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord,Ephesians 5:18-20 was the best medicine.
I know that music ministries in churches can sometimes cause division. Everyone has a different idea about what music is best. But I can tell you, for me, there is nothing like a good old fashioned hymn. Listen...
All the Way My Savior Leads me....What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy, Who thru life has been my guide?
Heav'nly peace, divinist comfort, Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate'er be fall me, Jesus doeth all things well.
or...can you hear this?
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Hear my cry Oh Lord, attend to my prayer
from the ends of the earth I will cry unto you
when my heart is overwhelmed
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
THIS SAYS IT ALL:
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end. BUT.........
Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are betweenyou. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When youhave to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself,the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waitingwith open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you. Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters,sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, andextended family, all bless our life! The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of theincredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still.
Not original...but isn't this the truth?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I used to do that...I thought it would be so funny to have to step over a 3 inch wall to get in and out of rooms. In my new house, with the vaulted ceilings, when I imagine my upside down house...I realize I would slide down into the room. Growing up before computers and less TV, I did a lot of pretending...we were challenged to use our imaginations. The yards in my neighborhood were tremendous. My best friend, Ann, and I used to rake leaves...we'd spend hours arranging the piles to form walls and rooms. An aerial view would have revealed an elaborate floor plan. We would design HUGE homes and then play in them all afternoon. We left openings for doors and windows. It was such fun.
My cousin and I used to play a game we made up called " Old Fashioned". I just loved that game. All I can remember is we were in the pioneer days. We would drag out mom's pots and pretend we were cooking on the fire. The two concrete steps that led from our dining room to the patio became our stove. And we played Annie Oakley. The chairs and the couch became the huge rocks you see out west....we would gallup around the house on our make believe horses.
I don't even like horses....but you couldn't be a real cowgirl without a horse.
Tell me...what have you imagined?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I remember Gary Chapmans Five Love Languages study...have you ever done that in your church? It was so clear to me - even before the study - that you showme that you love me when you do for me...He writes...
Acts of Service
Sometimes simple chores around the house can be an undeniable expression of love. Even simple things like laundry and taking out the trash require some form of planning, time, effort, and energy. Just as Jesus demonstrated when he washed the feet of his disciples, doing humble chores can be a very powerful expression of love and devotion to your mate.
It is important to do these acts of service out of love and not obligation. A mate who does chores and helps out around the house out of guilt or fear will inevitably not be speaking a language of love, but a language of resentment. It’s important to perform these acts out of the kindness of your heart.
Demonstrating the acts of service can mean stepping out of the stereotypes. Acts of service require both mates to humble themselves into doing some chores and services that aren’t usually expected from their gender. However, these little sacrifices will mean the world to your mate, and will ensure a happy relationship.
Benjamin Franklin had it right in my book....I'd like to say..." A Hundred HUGS is better than a thousand I love yous".
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Find a healthier habit. Keep your hands busy while watching by knitting or crocheting.
Skip the tube. Instead, read a magazine or book (it’s hard to eat and read), take a walk or call a friend.
Portion out snacks. Make reasonable-sized portions, and have only one. Or, opt for a healthy snack, such as grapes or carrot sticks, if you're worried about keeping track.
We had a nice visit with family. I was especially proud of Hannah and the way she communicated with Alex. Alex is my niece...my brother, Mark's daughter. She is 6 months younger than Hannah. She was born blind, she is hearing impaired and has CP. Alex has the most amazing women in her life, Courtney, Dar and Chris. They help Mark and Julie with Alex during the week. Julie has a chart on the refrigerator with all that should be accomplished in a day in the life of Alex. It is a comprehensive list including exercises to strengthen and tone muscles. Alex must be fed, lifted, changed, bathed. She must be assisted for all activities of daily living. Mark and Julie's home is equipped with an elevator, a lift, a large swing and anytime you are there you notice all of the evidence that someone very special lives there. Hannah recorded her voice for Alex, she sat on the floor and talked with her....she encouraged her to touch and hold toys that stimulate by touch. Over the past 11 years, I have tried to choose gifts that would smell, make noise, wiggle, have texture...concentrating on the other senses...and Hannah understood this. She held Alex's hands and pulled the wheelchair around the kitchen and said, " Let's dance, Alex." She swam with Alex and learned to blow bubbles under water. She massaged Alex and loved her. She was sensitive to all of Alex's special needs. I am so proud of Hannah and thankful for the time we shared in Cincinnati.
We had an uneventful flight home, even got to sit together. I am so thankful for Delta Air Lines.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Barry Bonds hit a 2 run homer in the first inning...Things did not look good...and we were surrounded by geeky San Francisco fans...but in the 3rd or 4th inning...Zito did zippo...and walked in 2...TIE GAME!!! Then Conine brought a run in....But the BIG EXCITEMENT was when Phillips, with the bases loaded hit a GRAND SLAM, and Sara had on her RALLY GLASSES...watch for photos later...we won 7-3. Following the game we watched a FANTASTIC FIREWORKS DISPLAY...Hannah said they were so loud, you may have heard them in Florida. For my fans...I did get a pretzel and a Skyline Coney and still posted my 2 lb loss for week 1...
Monday, July 2, 2007
Hannah and I even got to sit together....
We dropped off Papa....went to Frisches for late dinner and then Wal-Mart for PJS for Hannah and then off to JULIES....more later
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tomorrow morning, Papa, Hannah and I will be the best dressed travelers, with the nervous expressions...hoping and praying to get up to Cincinnati. If you think of us...say a little prayer. We don't try PARIS or any exotic destination...just Cincinnati please....3 seats...so we can visit family and see the Cincinnati REDS play baseball.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wherever I have lived, worked or played, God has blessed me with incredible women who have been more than just “friends”. These women hold a special place in my heart and my greatest fear is that some will never know. So, that said, if you are receiving this letter…you are one of these women. One who has been with me…laughed with me, cried with me. You have supported me through difficult times. You have celebrated my good times. You may have prayed with me or held me up in prayer, when I was unaware. Your love has been unconditional. You have been loyal, forgiving and steadfast. You need to know that you have made a difference in my life, and for that I am eternally grateful. Some go through life and have few they can call close friends…again, I am so thankful to call you friend.
For some, we were very young when we experienced life together. I carry memories that will forever bring a smile or giggle. Childhood friends that remain throughout life are especially dear. God is so good. He allows paths to cross and all the time He is weaving a beautiful story. Have you ever piled into a station wagon and headed for the Drive-In movies? Have you shared secrets, been on double dates, or passed notes in class with a best friend? Have you kept in touch when geography placed you at opposite ends of the country? Did that even matter? When you met up again after years apart, was it just like yesterday? That’s how it is for me.
Did you go off to college? Was it your first time away from home? Were you nervous? Did you have a stranger for a roommate that turned out to be a friend?
Isn’t it curious that total strangers from different parts of the country, randomly selected and placed together, could have common interests and bond? Do you think about how different friendships develop? Did you meet because you dated guys from the same fraternity? And after those men were no longer a part of your life, did you remain close? I believe so strongly that there is design to life. Each of you has purpose in my life…some past, some present and some future. And what I find so amazing and so wonderful is that time does not affect your purpose.
Have you moved away from home and had to make all new friends? I never thought I would live in New England. I am thankful that life’s road has unexpected turns. Life in New England changed me. Robin was born in Maine. I experienced my first boiled lobster, steamers and fried clams in Rockport, Massachusetts. I learned to crochet. I lived on the ocean and experienced a Nor’easter. I found a circle of friends that carried me through the darkest times in my life. They never judged me, but instead they supported me. No questions asked, no explanations needed…if I called, they were there…arms opened wide. How do you thank someone like that? How do they really know what a difference they made?
Have I been in your wedding? Were you in mine? Have I shared in the joy of your wedding or your children’s weddings? Did you carry me through Robin’s wedding? Did you help me see the beauty in all my circumstances? Yes!
When I had to fly to Cincinnati every other weekend to care for my parents, did you pray for me? When my father died, did you hold me? Did you travel with me to visit my mom? Did you sit in the nursing home and listen to her stories? Yes, you did. You were always there for me. Did you buy my mom a Bible? Did you spend countless hours in prayer for my parent’s salvation? Thank you.
Some of you know that I want “everything that’s coming to me”. Some of you have indulged my obnoxious behavior…especially on September 4. You have gone above and beyond. Some of you have endured Cincinnati Chili…some of you have learned to love Graeters Ice Cream.
Sometimes we have not seen eye to eye…but we have respected our differences and remained true. Your honest approach to resolving any difficulties has been refreshing in my life. As a Supervisor now, I have drawn on many of my life experiences to mentor and coach my team members. You have probably been an example I have shared.
I’m adopted, you must know that. I have spent much of my life pondering my placement. I have no desire to know any other family, what I have considered is my good fortune and the family I have been given. God chose very special women for my family. You have been teachers, coaches, mentors and friends.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
They are two of the neatest women I have ever known. When I am with them...I laugh more, reflect on what's truly important ...more, usually eat...more...I am laughing now.
Today, I am so proud of them. Today is Weigh Wednesday...I still have to add my photo...will have to rely on Robin and her digital camera for that...but, just looking at Robin and Melissa's blog and our commitment to each other and ourselves for a healthier weight has caused me to pause...and to thank God for these women in my life...that I can trust to help me...hold me accountable...two women that I can be completely open and honest with...about something so very personal...and I am so thankful that they have placed that same trust in me. I never feel 55 when I am with them. How blessed I am that God, in His mercy and grace, allowed their paths in life to cross mine. That he gave them to me...I cherish them with all my heart. And I look forward to our journey together...both now and when we reach our goals.
Monday, June 25, 2007
I am a blogger and I'm paying myself to lose weight. Watch me lose.
Each Wednesday, I will post my weight. My daughter and her friend and I have committed to pay ourselves and hold one another accountable. When we reach our goal we will use the money we have paid ourselves to FLY ON DELTA or Sail Away on a Cruise.
No more money spent on WW or other's plans....Robin, Melissa and I have our OWN PLAN.
We've made a committment, we'll stick to our plan.
We'll weigh in each Wednesday and lose what we can.
When we reach our goal weight on this we agree
We're traveling and spending a weekend ,we three!!