TU Writers' Bloc http://feed.informer.com/digests/PHLDZHPZOH/feeder TU Writers' Bloc Respective post owners and feed distributors Sat, 19 Jan 2019 10:55:21 -0500 Feed Informer http://feed.informer.com/ Summer Daze https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/summer-daze.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:501a499b-9c70-84cf-a7fe-295aa6f61096 Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:45:18 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Summer moves on more slowly now as I wait for my bones to become knit together firmly, however each day brings new and interesting distractions.<br />Personal hygiene remains complicated, hair styling impossible, but I focus on what I can do, like walking. Most days I keep going beyond the mailbox at the top of the lane . . .<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s1600/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="804" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s320/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . and just keep going toward the Taylor University campus and explore a different path each time exceeding my daily step goals.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s400/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is a good caregiver, and with some added help and a few meals still coming, we keep the household running.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mondays, however, we always look forwaed to son Stephan's meal and hearing what they've been up to. This time we got to see the repaired and restored old shepherd before it was returned to MAC,&nbsp; their church. Now it is displayed indoors away from the destructive effects of weather.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s1600/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="551" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s400/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More art sightings:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a pour painting party for Leah's adopted birthday, my friend Georgia's idea..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s1600/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s400/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></div>Here are the resulting works of art. Rebecca and I just played wit watercolor.<br />my only contribution was a tree outline; she added the green.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s640/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening, however, I watched Sarah Cray's live tutorial on <a href="https://www.letsmakeart.com/">Let's Make Art</a>&nbsp;and attempted a small card with my limited dexterity.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s1600/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="712" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s320/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next morning was my follow-up appointment at the Central Indiana Orthopedics. The double splint was replaced by a hard cast. Ouch, the edges are hard, causin different limitations! Notice the Argentine colors, <i>albiceleste</i>, in honor of their 203rd birthday, <i>el 9 de julio.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="960" height="168" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s320/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say I could not join Mother for the Grace Village outing to the Kosciusko County fair. They posted a few photos, and there she is playing Bingo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s1600/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s400/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've also been following the many reports of the visit of our sister ship Logos Hope to Buenos Aires. The highlight this week was the 40th alumni reunion with numerous photos and stories of those who gathered for the event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s1600/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s400/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Doulos friends, how many do you recognize in this last photo?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday and Friday Michael left very early each morning, but made sure I was dressed, fed and ready to fend for myself.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was the weekend of the <a href="http://indianaroboticsinvitational.org/history/">Indiana Robotics Invitational</a>. In its 20th or so year, this has become an elite event--only 68 of the best teams, 50 applicants were turned away. And we were invited, thanks to our high ranking in Indiana. Amazing!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thoroughly entertained watching the livestream at home, and our little team felt God's blessing in their performance and two neat surprises: Kaylee won an IRI scholarship, and alliance #1 selected 1720 as alternates and then won the championship!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s1600/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s640/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was even able to join the UCC hiking group Saturday morning and be back just in time to watch the first match.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s1600/600_483085089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="556" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s640/600_483085089.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Of course someone gave me a ride. Hmmm, wonder when I'll be able to drive again. Next appointment is July 30.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How is your summer going?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/eCI7JFqDaDw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Celebrating 25 Years Of Marriage http://www.freelanceknight.com/celebrating-25-years-of-marriage/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:d55829fa-2674-b39e-25ca-4ceee2c5eca3 Tue, 16 Jul 2019 05:30:14 -0400 <p>Today, I am celebrating twenty-five years of marriage to the love of my life, Angie Knight. She is my best friend, mother of our incredible twin daughters, my creative inspiration, my philosophical muse, and my biggest supporter. When we began&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/celebrating-25-years-of-marriage/">Celebrating 25 Years Of Marriage</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Baby Boomer on the Beach http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25281 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:edba2663-87a6-9f45-3b56-df5d04b5fd8f Mon, 15 Jul 2019 14:30:27 -0400 Lord, You know that my beach rating — never a 10 — has dropped into negative digits. Still, I love to swim, and I won’t stop. OMG, I’m so glad Jesus loves me, air-brushed or wear-and-tear-brushed! <p><strong>Lord, You know that my beach rating — never a 10 — has dropped into negative digits. Still, I love to swim, and I won’t stop. OMG, I’m so glad Jesus loves me, air-brushed or wear-and-tear-brushed!</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190508-swimsuit-figures-2169154_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25282" width="602" height="402"/></figure> In Love with God’s Word — and Its Many Versions https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/14/in-love-with-gods-word-and-its-many-versions/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e9f9c99b-44f5-6bc6-2d7e-84d4b7006f0c Sun, 14 Jul 2019 19:10:15 -0400 When the complete Life Application Study Bible in The Living Bible paraphrase came out around 1988 (as I discussed last week in this post), I worked on other Bible versions of the LASB by revising every ancillary feature to match that version. We began in The Living Bible, then did the King James Version, the [&#8230;] Demoing Games at a Convention http://www.freelanceknight.com/demoing-games-at-a-convention/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b2efcaa5-f235-d715-3af4-f449c71d1aaf Fri, 12 Jul 2019 05:30:55 -0400 <p>Gen Con 2019 is quickly approaching! Right after Gen Con 2018, I discussed how our Gen Con 2019 plans were in flux. Well, we are still finalizing our schedule which, I will discuss in a later blog post, but I&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/demoing-games-at-a-convention/">Demoing Games at a Convention</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Firefly Romance http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25340 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b415de2d-9865-3858-2235-11d448dbb153 Wed, 10 Jul 2019 13:17:27 -0400 As a child, did you run barefoot through the summer dusk, catching fireflies? Like me, you probably incarcerated them in mayonnaise jars with holey lids. My parents tried to persuade me to release them. This made no sense. My folks constantly looked for ways to save money. What wasn’t to love about a cool invention [&#8230;] <p>As a child, did you run barefoot through the summer dusk, catching fireflies? Like me, you probably incarcerated them in mayonnaise jars with holey lids.</p> <p>My parents tried to persuade me to release them.</p> <p>This made no sense. My folks constantly looked for ways to save money. What wasn’t to love about a cool invention that lowered the electric bill? Still, when they insisted the fireflies were crying for their mommies, I freed them, trusting they were flitting home to hugs, baths and clean jammies, too.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-summer-evening-fireflies-and-girl-354579_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25350" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-summer-evening-fireflies-and-girl-354579_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-summer-evening-fireflies-and-girl-354579_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-summer-evening-fireflies-and-girl-354579_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-summer-evening-fireflies-and-girl-354579_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Growing older, I wondered if something less Disney was going on. Sure enough, research revealed those Snow White scenes were actually firefly date nights. Since their adult lives last only a few weeks, love strikes these bugs like lightning; they do some serious speed dating.</p> <p>Like me, Sara Lewis, a Tufts University scientist, loves to watch fireflies. Unlike me, she gets paid. For the past 25 years, Sara has noticed different species use specific flashes and delays to communicate. Opposites often attract, as seen in the following <em>Photinus</em> <em>marginellus</em> exchange:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280-921x1024.png" alt="" class="wp-image-25348" width="350" height="389" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280-921x1024.png 921w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280-270x300.png 270w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280-768x854.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280-624x694.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-illus-of-firefly-40875_1280.png 1151w" sizes="(max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px" /></figure></div> <p><strong><em>P. marginellus</em> Guy:</strong> Flash! <em>(Two-second pause.)</em> Flash! <em>(Two seconds.)</em> Flash! <em>(The </em>P. marginellus<em> guys are the faithful, consistent types, but a little boring.)</em></p> <p><strong><em>P. marginellus</em> Girl:</strong> Flash! <em>(Zero delay. The </em>P. marginellus<em> girls are a little easy.)</em></p> <p>A reversed pattern characterizes <em>Photinus</em> <em>carolinus</em> fireflies; with six flashes in three seconds, guys define the word “flashy.” <em>P. carolinus</em> women, however, wait 10 whole seconds before emitting short, coy responses that declare these dudes better show up with candy and roses.</p> <p>Which some do. According to Lewis, males often bring “nuptial gifts” — food to sustain females as they lay eggs. Even in the insect kingdom, women love their Fannie May’s. Tied with red satin ribbons, thank you very much.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920-1024x991.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25353" width="417" height="403" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920-1024x991.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920-300x290.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920-768x743.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920-624x604.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-cropped-fireflies-flashing-taiwan-4210471_1920.jpg 1305w" sizes="(max-width: 417px) 100vw, 417px" /></figure></div> <p>Because the girls are so picky, <em>P. carolinus</em> guys often gather in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park on the North Carolina-Tennessee border. There, they synchronize flashes to attract their ladies’ notice, creating spectacular light shows. </p> <p>Unfortunately, there is a dark side to all this love and light. The female of one species fakes the signals of others to lure unsuspecting males to her place for dinner — with him as the main course!</p> <p>Eww. I’m tempted to go inside and refresh my psyche with a pure-minded sitcom.</p> <p>But strains of the Mills Brothers’ old song, “The Glow-Worm,” float through my mind. Hundreds of fireflies appear, tiny lights glimmering like shiny gold confetti. My husband joins me, and we hold hands, glad that children won’t lack fireflies for their mayonnaise jars.</p> <p>And that these sparks light up summer evenings for all young — and old — lovers snuggling on a porch in the summer twilight.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-firefly-2466543_1920-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25347" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-firefly-2466543_1920-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-firefly-2466543_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-firefly-2466543_1920-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190710-firefly-2466543_1920-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite firefly memory?</p> Christmas in July! Win 25 Books http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/10/christmas-in-july-win-25-books/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c85002bb-2a08-ff56-a913-20e5bf221a85 Wed, 10 Jul 2019 12:24:07 -0400 <p>Celebrate Christmas in July. Win 25 books this week. I’ve teamed up with 25+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of Inspirational Fiction and Non-Fiction books to two lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner! You&#8217;ll receive a collection of FREE reads just for entering. You can win my [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/10/christmas-in-july-win-25-books/">Christmas in July! Win 25 Books</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <div>Celebrate Christmas in July. Win 25 books this week.</div> <div></div> <div>I’ve teamed up with 25+ fantastic authors to <a href="https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/inspirational-fiction-nonfiction-july-2019/">give away</a> a huge collection of Inspirational Fiction and Non-Fiction books to two lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!</div> <div></div> <div>You&#8217;ll receive a collection of FREE reads just for <a href="https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/inspirational-fiction-nonfiction-july-2019/">entering.</a></div> <div></div> <div>You can win my novel, Homeless for the Holidays, plus books from authors like Misty Beller, Susan May</div> <div>Warren. 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And with both arms injured, I am less likely to overuse them allowing the bones to rest and heal.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s320/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><br />--for friends who care and help<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s1600/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="797" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s320/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for restful naps out on the deck enjoying the beauty of summer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s1600/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="865" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s640/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for long walks around the Taylor University campus, and good books to listen to on the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s640/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for very practical help with household chores. April and her daughters gave us a couple hours of their day to do whatever we needed and spoiled us with a treat from Ivanhoe's and flowers to brighten our home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s1600/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s640/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for meals delivered and many more to come. Kristie set up a Meal Train schedule that soon filled up, others begging for the opportunity to bless us with food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Kristie also noticed the need for weeding and stopped by after work. She enjoys getting her hands&nbsp; in the dirt and the instant gratification of a tidy garden. She just doesn't know when to quit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="960" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s640/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>--for my faithful caregiver and loving husband who keeps his promise of nearly 50 years ago, "in sickness and in health, for better or for worse."<br />I am especially grateful that he is in good health and able to get away for the long bike rides he enjoys so much.<br />On the 4th, he stopped to check the corn growth. Even after a very wet and difficult planting season for the farmers, the corn seems to be on schedule.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s1600/corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="533" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s400/corn.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Knee high by the 4th of July"</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I have been following the news from the visit of our sister-ship, the Logos Hope, to Buenos Aires. Earlier this year I had toyed with the idea of combining a visit to the ship with a reunion of old friends in the land of my youth.<br />Though the winter in Argentina has been unusually cold, the welcome the ship received there has been a very warm one. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriela_Michetti">Vice President</a> had offered very kind words during the official opening. This article tells more:&nbsp;<a href="http://www.omships.org/?fbclid=IwAR2Gxw2JYWcs4aBEYIafGvlyw0UN05Ekyg_w8lB12MYDQWy_PJp7SP9bYa4">Vice President's Endorsement</a>.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s1600/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s640/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />--for technology which allows me to stay connected and involved even from home. It was wonderful to participate in the Sunday worship service via Livestream.<br /><br />Although I haven't attempted to paint since the accident, I did add words to the most recent piece as a way to say a big thank you to all.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s1600/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="921" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s320/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oN2N8j-0dFc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Morning? Already? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25267 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1e23aa43-1eeb-52ac-59a0-c3ac5fef0c9b Mon, 08 Jul 2019 02:30:40 -0400 Oh my God, thank You for gorgeous summer dawns. Here, country mornings exhale a little bit of heaven, the sweet air fresh as if You just created it. But OMG — can’t the sun sleep in a few minutes longer so I can, too?&#160;&#160; <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Sunrise2.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25273" width="638" height="490"/></figure> <p style="text-align:left"> <strong>Oh my God, thank You for gorgeous summer dawns. Here, country mornings exhale a little bit of heaven, the sweet air fresh as if You just created it. But OMG — can’t the sun sleep in a few minutes longer so I can, too?&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/180418-smiley-face-sleep-25528_1280-916x1024.png" alt="" class="wp-image-11351" width="250" height="278" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/180418-smiley-face-sleep-25528_1280-916x1024.png 916w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/180418-smiley-face-sleep-25528_1280.png 1145w" sizes="(max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px" /></figure></div> In Love with God’s Word: The Life Application Study Bible https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/07/in-love-with-gods-word-the-life-application-study-bible/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:204853c4-40ba-cf65-0908-005dda8e9776 Sun, 07 Jul 2019 13:26:02 -0400 I have been privileged to be involved in some amazing publishing projects over the course of my thirty-plus years in the industry. But for sure one of my favorites and most life-impacting was in the early 1980s: a partnership between Tyndale House Publishers and Youth for Christ (where I worked) to create a brand-new kind [&#8230;] On My Shelf: Doors To Darkness http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-doors-to-darkness/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:27355b17-bc04-bc2f-6ea0-04d60360a881 Fri, 05 Jul 2019 05:30:41 -0400 <p>As I prep to teach my new Tabletop Game Writing Lab, I am reading a lot of Call of Cthulhu RPG books. I highly recommend for anyone planning to run Call of Cthulhu RPG adventures, and especially those planning to&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-doors-to-darkness/">On My Shelf: Doors To Darkness</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You! http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:145ccd01-a885-a08b-93b6-46630ee6ab9c Thu, 04 Jul 2019 09:04:13 -0400 <p>Every July 4 is a big deal in the United States. Independence Day reminds us that we are a nation that enjoys rich freedoms and liberty that are hard won. Brave men and women risked, and often gave, their lives so others would have a better life. Americans have fought on American soil as well [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/">To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <section class="section section--body section--first"> <div class="section-content"> <div class="section-inner sectionLayout--insetColumn"> <p id="e8e8" class="graf graf--p graf-after--figure"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Every July 4 is a big deal in the United States. Independence Day reminds us that we are a nation that enjoys rich freedoms and liberty that are hard won. Brave men and women risked, and often gave, their lives so others would have a better life. Americans have fought on American soil as well as around the world. We are a rare nation that conquers but does not occupy. </strong></p> <p class="graf graf--p graf-after--figure"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Daniele Patrix was five years old when American soldiers brought liberty to her French town of Saint Marie du Mont. </strong><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Here is their story:</a></p> <p id="78de" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <h4 id="9aac" class="graf graf--h4 graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom,</a><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong"> including original photos, is available </strong><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">.</strong></h4> <figure id="7f5f" class="graf graf--figure graf-after--h4"> <div class="aspectRatioPlaceholder is-locked"> <div class="aspectRatioPlaceholder-fill"></div> <div class="progressiveMedia js-progressiveMedia graf-image is-canvasLoaded is-imageLoaded" data-image-id="0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" data-width="322" data-height="436" data-scroll="native"><canvas class="progressiveMedia-canvas js-progressiveMedia-canvas" width="56" height="75"></canvas><img class="progressiveMedia-image js-progressiveMedia-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" data-src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" /></div> </div><figcaption class="imageCaption">                               The Girl Who Wore Freedom</figcaption></figure> <h4 id="e7dd" class="graf graf--h4 graf-after--figure"><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_10?qid=1562242499&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-10&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_10?qid=1562242499&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-10&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">The Girl Who Wore Freedom is also available in French.<br /> Order your copy HERE.</a></h4> <p id="76f1" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h4 graf--trailing">The French people experienced unspeakable loss and hardship from the war. And those stories are multiplied in other occupied countries and in war torn places today. And somehow Sainte Marie du Mont recovered, and continues to remember and celebrate the wonder of liberty, right from wrong, and the best of the human spirit.</p> </div> </div> </section> <section class="section section--body section--last"> <div class="section-divider"> <hr class="section-divider" /> </div> <div class="section-content"> <div class="section-inner sectionLayout--insetColumn"> <h4 id="292e" class="graf graf--h4 graf--leading"><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">Links for military personnel and those who love them:</strong></h4> <p id="d8e1" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h4"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://www.scoutmilitary.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://www.scoutmilitary.com/">Scout Military</a></p> <p id="869d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://purpleheartsreunited.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://purpleheartsreunited.org/">Purple Hearts Reunited</a></p> <p id="47d2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.yadvashem.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.yadvashem.org/">Yad Vashem: The World Holocaust Remembrance Museum</a></p> <p id="2d47" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii">History: World War II</a></p> <p id="5c5a" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://www.mightyeighth.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://www.mightyeighth.org/">National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force</a></p> <p id="8e85" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.nationalww2museum.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.nationalww2museum.org/">The National World War II Museum</a></p> <h3 id="70f1" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--p">For You</h3> <p id="da03" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=sr_1_5?qid=1562242714&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-5&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=sr_1_5?qid=1562242714&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-5&amp;text=P.S.+Wells"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Chasing Sunrise</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by P.S. Wells</strong></p> <p id="ceb9" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://chasing%20sunrise%20explores%20betrayal%2C%20friendship%2C%20integrity%2C%20and%20the%20life-changing%20gifts%20of%20love%20and%20hope.%20%E2%80%94richard%20paul%20evans%2C%20/#1%20New%20York%20Times%20Bestselling%20Author." target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://Chasing Sunrise explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope. —Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author.">“Chasing Sunrise</a> explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope.” — Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author.</p> <p id="e3ac" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888483/ref=pd_sim_14_1/143-0084985-7472541?_encoding=UTF8&amp;pd_rd_i=1948888483&amp;pd_rd_r=de3b7cf4-9e55-11e9-8c35-aba016341c87&amp;pd_rd_w=OaU38&amp;pd_rd_wg=Bazo9&amp;pf_rd_p=90485860-83e9-4fd9-b838-b28a9b7fda30&amp;pf_rd_r=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ&amp;psc=1&amp;refRID=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888483/ref=pd_sim_14_1/143-0084985-7472541?_encoding=UTF8&amp;pd_rd_i=1948888483&amp;pd_rd_r=de3b7cf4-9e55-11e9-8c35-aba016341c87&amp;pd_rd_w=OaU38&amp;pd_rd_wg=Bazo9&amp;pf_rd_p=90485860-83e9-4fd9-b838-b28a9b7fda30&amp;pf_rd_r=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ&amp;psc=1&amp;refRID=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Homeless for the Holidays</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by P.S. Wells</strong></p> <p id="cb70" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p">“A classic tale for modern times, <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://a%20classic%20tale%20for%20modern%20times%2C%20homeless%20for%20the%20holidays%20offers%20gladdening%20and%20humorous%20assurance%20that%20the%20best%20things%20in%20life%20have%20nothing%20to%20do%20with%20things.%20add%20this%20heartwarming%20story%20to%20your%20favorite%20holiday%20traditions.%20%E2%80%94richard%20paul%20evans%2C%20/#1%20New%20York%20Times%20Bestselling%20Author" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://A classic tale for modern times, Homeless for the Holidays offers gladdening and humorous assurance that the best things in life have nothing to do with things. Add this heartwarming story to your favorite holiday traditions. —Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Homeless for the Holidays</em></a> offers gladdening and humorous assurance that the best things in life have nothing to do with things. Add this heartwarming story to your favorite holiday traditions.” — Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author</p> <p id="05a0" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">The Patent</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by Joseph Grisham</strong></p> <p id="3024" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p graf--trailing"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“</em><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">The Patent</em></a> is sheer genius! It’s not only riveting and thought provoking, but it has more twists and turns than a habit trail. An unapologetically modern man’s thriller.” — Katie Leigh, voice actress</p> </div> </div> </section> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/">To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/07/04/1238/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:8908e4cc-d255-4d4c-b9e0-d5b1e49814bf Thu, 04 Jul 2019 08:03:41 -0400 Advertisements <p><img data-attachment-id="1237" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/holiday-2410561_640/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png" data-orig-size="640,349" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="holiday-2410561_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1237" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=665" alt="holiday-2410561_640.png" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> A Little Watering Excitement http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25182 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:30caefc5-664d-afd4-41ae-1381fd385926 Wed, 03 Jul 2019 09:33:29 -0400 Reading this title, even I think I ought to get out more. Who spends Saturday nights holding a hose? Of course, I blame my parents for my less-than-wild lifestyle. Mom, a pastor’s wife with five stair-step children, gladly would have enjoyed a few uninterrupted minutes to do nothing but water petunias and breathe. But with [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-hose-and-garden-167379_1920-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25185" width="484" height="362" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-hose-and-garden-167379_1920-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-hose-and-garden-167379_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-hose-and-garden-167379_1920-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-hose-and-garden-167379_1920-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 484px) 100vw, 484px" /></figure></div> <p>Reading this title, even I think I ought to get out more. Who spends Saturday nights holding a hose?</p> <p>Of course, I blame my parents for my less-than-wild lifestyle. Mom, a pastor’s wife with five stair-step children, gladly would have enjoyed a few uninterrupted minutes to do nothing but water petunias and breathe. But with little time to do either, she elected me.</p> <p>I almost preferred babysitting my brothers. At least, they did exciting things like setting the sofa afire. Still, I created excitement when the little creeps ventured too close, spraying them into the stratosphere.</p> <p>Mostly, though, I considered watering in the same class as listening to my dad preach. Both were good things I should do, but the tasks seemed to go on forever and ever, amen.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-PetuniasPot.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25186" width="544" height="330"/></figure></div> <p>With young adulthood, watering ended. Watering fairies in apartment complexes waved magic hoses, keeping grass and flowers bright and pretty as a box of Crayolas. However, when Hubby and I rented our first house, we found, to our shock, that the watering fairies hadn’t jumped onto the moving truck.</p> <p>When we built our first house, I served as Mommy to the new lawn, as well as to three children. The Goddess of Liquid, supervising input and output, all I did was nurse babies, diaper babies and water grass.</p> <p>Though the job description has narrowed, I still spend hours and dollars every summer hydrating our arid property. Spending less money and effort, I could buy veggies and flowers at the grocery. But even beyond the scrumptiousness of homegrown stuff, watering presents other positives.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Rachaels-Garden.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25187" width="626" height="352" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Rachaels-Garden.jpg 350w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Rachaels-Garden-300x169.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 626px) 100vw, 626px" /></figure></div> <p>For me, it fills the place that being a soccer mom once held. Then, I could justify a chaotic house and a car resembling a McDonald’s dumpster on wheels in the name of supporting my children. Privately, though, other soccer moms and I considered our noble pastime legalized loafing.</p> <p>But my children grew up. So, I’ve created a whole new concept.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Zinnia.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25189" width="310" height="413" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Zinnia.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-Zinnia-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 310px) 100vw, 310px" /></figure></div> <p>If I water the flower bed near the street, half of Upland’s population walks/bikes/ Rollerblades past. Cute babies wave from strollers. Drivers stop dead in the middle of the street for conversation. I connect with neighbors, also looking noble as they water. And why not? We are greening the earth, as well as nurturing our inner loafers.</p> <p>Actually, I keep quite busy while I water. Mentally scanning cabinets and fridge, I formulate grocery lists. I ponder my position on abortion. I review knock-knock jokes for our grandson. I pray for our sick neighbor. I count fireflies. I watch a dead-end street baseball game. I decide how to kill off the victim in my next novel. …</p> <p>Who says watering isn’t exciting?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-water-jet-3611518_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25188" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-water-jet-3611518_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-water-jet-3611518_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-water-jet-3611518_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/190703-water-jet-3611518_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you the watering fairy in your family?</p> Vacation Adventures https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/vacation-adventures.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5d63e2ad-ad43-f2d0-d07c-39d96564cc02 Wed, 03 Jul 2019 07:37:39 -0400 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrRYYVXZuLw/XRpTiiefTqI/AAAAAAAAVoM/vTCP2NNFPDo0k4LNqFDKK8j56B0mfIkkgCLcBGAs/s1600/65967477_10100794080933856_7039888776138588160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrRYYVXZuLw/XRpTiiefTqI/AAAAAAAAVoM/vTCP2NNFPDo0k4LNqFDKK8j56B0mfIkkgCLcBGAs/s320/65967477_10100794080933856_7039888776138588160_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bedroom in Arles, </i>Vincent van Gogh</td></tr></tbody></table>June is over and finished and so is the Paint by Sticker calendar page even though the last few areas were especially challenging to complete because I am significantly handicapped right now. In fact I am typing with one finger and that is a much slower process. However, there is nothing else I can do right now, so why not keep the blog going.<br /><br />So this is what I look like. However, I do not feel as bad as I look, grateful for all the medical helps available.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-340UM4MPPSc/XRsldXXhQzI/AAAAAAAAVpA/-S3ZpwmGwVMtyITao5NWD6Okz4KdoeN0QCLcBGAs/s1600/65480406_10100794080963796_1296659053388234752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="506" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-340UM4MPPSc/XRsldXXhQzI/AAAAAAAAVpA/-S3ZpwmGwVMtyITao5NWD6Okz4KdoeN0QCLcBGAs/s400/65480406_10100794080963796_1296659053388234752_n.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />So, what happened? We were on a two-day tandem tour of the Miami Valley trail between Piqua and Dayton, and only 5 to 10 miles from the finish, when we hit a muddy spot and the bike slid out from under us. I ended up with fractures in both arms--left shoulder, right wrist. When Michael tried to get me to stand up, I saw stars. I hadn't realized before then that it's a true thing! So, I lay down and waited. A local rider came by soon after our fall, calle d 911 and stayed with us the entire time until the ambulance made its way to where we were on the trail.<br />Michae has multiple open sores, serious road rash, and now he has to look after me for a few weeks!<br /><br />Now, let's talk about the wonderful vacation.<br /><br />It was prefaced by a wonderful reunion with friends from long ago that are like family.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4COalcfsAc/XRptb65Uw1I/AAAAAAAAVok/uON7UtD1wdkYUSEWKav1UIo4XQA3Cn3DACLcBGAs/s1600/65731648_10100794084566576_3689887793623859200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="960" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4COalcfsAc/XRptb65Uw1I/AAAAAAAAVok/uON7UtD1wdkYUSEWKav1UIo4XQA3Cn3DACLcBGAs/s640/65731648_10100794084566576_3689887793623859200_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Babcocks, Cratons, Leah, Mike, Rebecca, Rita</td></tr></tbody></table>Brenda, to my left, was on a team with me in Mexico when we were both single, the 1969 Christmas crusade, just before Mike and I were married. Later, Brenda was on our team in Europe while her fiance Dave was detained in Turkey. She helped me when I could no longer get around in the last weeks of my first pregnancy. When they were married a few months later, we stood up with them in their civil ceremony, and I played the organ for the church wedding.<br />Dave and Brenda are in the area for a Global Partners event, and made time from their busy schedule to meet with us.<br />We've known Bob and Linda from before they were married and also attended their wedding. We worked on teams and projects together, even lived in the same house at times. And we settled in the same town, both drawn here by work for Taylor University.<br />We treasure these opportunities to get together, reminisce and catch up. Leah wrote, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">And to think most of this table used to hold me as a baby and have known me most of entire life !!!!"</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">Michael and I set off for Ohio directly from Ivanhoe's. (Rebecca wanted a photo of the tandem but maybe did not want to be in it.)</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgjFfLu8ik/XRskGwBY1dI/AAAAAAAAVo0/8U3gKAIL6w4IIp7e0g6ttAsY426IxTjegCLcBGAs/s1600/64645620_10156503338112934_4138895077885870080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="960" height="574" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgjFfLu8ik/XRskGwBY1dI/AAAAAAAAVo0/8U3gKAIL6w4IIp7e0g6ttAsY426IxTjegCLcBGAs/s640/64645620_10156503338112934_4138895077885870080_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">Highlights of our trip:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">--stopping to read historic markers in Piqua and learning about the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miami_and_Erie_Canal#Cities_and_towns_along_the_canal">Miami and Erie Canal</a>&nbsp;and the <a href="http://ansnuclearcafe.org/2016/05/11/the-atomic-city/#sthash.gv2LKMEW.dpbs">First Atomic City</a>.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOOOWA6s11c/XRsqQMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAVpQ/DrB_7k8PQMYQs0Fbk8hXH8iey25eI0g0ACLcBGAs/s1600/65780372_10100794084307096_3850149739450335232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOOOWA6s11c/XRsqQMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAVpQ/DrB_7k8PQMYQs0Fbk8hXH8iey25eI0g0ACLcBGAs/s640/65780372_10100794084307096_3850149739450335232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="caption" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9rem; letter-spacing: 0.08px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; word-spacing: 0.4px;">Footbridge across the Great Miami River. In the 1960s, steam was pumped across this bridge from the reactor to Piqua's main power plant.</div><div><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>(That's Michael walking our bike across the bridge.)<br /><div><br /></div><div>--food and sights in Troy, including traveling sculptures by <a href="https://sewardjohnsonatelier.org/atelier/">Seward Johnson</a>.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz7SqohMPOg/XRvQxZN_6zI/AAAAAAAAVpg/BENgJ9E-3TkdWKLSXGz0h2GJBj_YCSkBACLcBGAs/s1600/SJ%2BSculpy%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1584" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz7SqohMPOg/XRvQxZN_6zI/AAAAAAAAVpg/BENgJ9E-3TkdWKLSXGz0h2GJBj_YCSkBACLcBGAs/s640/SJ%2BSculpy%2BCollage.jpg" width="632" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few favs</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>--the eateries: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lunchintroy/">Lunch at 4 W Main</a>, which features a different vendor each day. When we were there we had wonderful <a href="https://www.bodegatippcity.com/">Bodega </a>selections. The next day in Tipp City we came across that provider.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ8bD1YN4TY/XRvhH7Eu1xI/AAAAAAAAVps/6L954DR0dH4P5Wlo8YdtiII1z_Iukkk1gCLcBGAs/s1600/eatery%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ8bD1YN4TY/XRvhH7Eu1xI/AAAAAAAAVps/6L954DR0dH4P5Wlo8YdtiII1z_Iukkk1gCLcBGAs/s640/eatery%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see the tandem in the window display/</td></tr></tbody></table><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/LittleYorkTavern/?rf=384313931661334">Little York Tavern &amp; Pizza</a>--the only place on our side of the big highway; we walked there the first evening. I did not want to get back on the bike after we'd settled into our lodging for the night.</div><div><a href="https://www.google.com/maps/uv?hl=en&amp;pb=!1s0x883feb62dd638fc9%3A0xedd1012773f0ef23!2m22!2m2!1i80!2i80!3m1!2i20!16m16!1b1!2m2!1m1!1e1!2m2!1m1!1e3!2m2!1m1!1e5!2m2!1m1!1e4!2m2!1m1!1e6!3m1!7e115!4shttps%3A%2F%2Flh5.googleusercontent.com%2Fp%2FAF1QipNEBBsT5rnegS5U379G27TF6TsWTRCd8lHTOAlV%3Dw130-h87-n-k-no!5smaid%20rite%20-%20Google%20Search!15sCAQ&amp;imagekey=!1e10!2sAF1QipNEBBsT5rnegS5U379G27TF6TsWTRCd8lHTOAlV">Maid-Rite Sandwich Shoppe</a>&nbsp;in Greenville was one planned destination before the accident, and we still made it there though much later than intended. Michael had wanted me to experience their very popular sloppy joes. It was a first for him too having to feed me.&nbsp;</div><div>Our last stop on the way home was an AW stand in Union City. The wonderful nurse who looked after me, owns the place and told us to stop for a root beer float on the house.<br />We only missed one stop, a Buffalo Wild Wings in Piqua to watch USA/France women's soccer.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--being together, enjoying the beauty of nature, experiencing life as one with my "captain"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzET-3aCv0E/XRwOGHiHChI/AAAAAAAAVp4/0JHTOwu4p-ErA-eDMhmlHGr-Xxz1ZCXxQCLcBGAs/s1600/captain%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzET-3aCv0E/XRwOGHiHChI/AAAAAAAAVp4/0JHTOwu4p-ErA-eDMhmlHGr-Xxz1ZCXxQCLcBGAs/s640/captain%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1hmAZ3LhDs/XRyC1c5Oi1I/AAAAAAAAVqE/GO1UemQVeoo011tC7mEgwGVAN0h9F4dZACLcBGAs/s1600/20190628_095610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1hmAZ3LhDs/XRyC1c5Oi1I/AAAAAAAAVqE/GO1UemQVeoo011tC7mEgwGVAN0h9F4dZACLcBGAs/s400/20190628_095610.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><br />--taking pictures is a favorite, but did not get anywhere near as many as the interesting sights and views we encountered.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhKuX7dayI/XRyC4xPlpbI/AAAAAAAAVqI/CoJInMJn43YQSorbGxmsiLWjpa7XCeP0QCLcBGAs/s1600/20190628_101741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhKuX7dayI/XRyC4xPlpbI/AAAAAAAAVqI/CoJInMJn43YQSorbGxmsiLWjpa7XCeP0QCLcBGAs/s640/20190628_101741.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we could go back to these towns, I would spend more time in the little shops and amazing bookshops.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMDG9AMmuB0/XRyQkBXI5wI/AAAAAAAAVqg/6p4AiLFIP2Mrz-Kvzaeu95g67XjL76yWgCLcBGAs/s1600/65753762_10100794083418876_7371524916417396736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMDG9AMmuB0/XRyQkBXI5wI/AAAAAAAAVqg/6p4AiLFIP2Mrz-Kvzaeu95g67XjL76yWgCLcBGAs/s400/65753762_10100794083418876_7371524916417396736_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Now at home, we wait, rest, peck out messages with one finger, and rest. The hope is that the bones will heal with time and rest and surgery will not be necessary. We wait.<br /><br />And the flooring project Michael began also waits.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcbopeYW6qw/XRyDEQbe_DI/AAAAAAAAVqM/1scgD8gP35cMCqwVwx2oksPMDbR8ovEyQCLcBGAs/s1600/20190625_155847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcbopeYW6qw/XRyDEQbe_DI/AAAAAAAAVqM/1scgD8gP35cMCqwVwx2oksPMDbR8ovEyQCLcBGAs/s320/20190625_155847.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>A rest-filled summer ahead. <i>Oh, rest in the Lord, wait patiently for Him. . . remains&nbsp;</i>a favorite musical refrain ever since my cousin sang it to his bride in their wedding more than 50 years ago.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oefvMVy9k40" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Retired?! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25115 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:29ddf490-5b62-a09e-c60c-1eb07600397f Mon, 01 Jul 2019 08:37:31 -0400 O my God, You know that early on, patients sometimes kicked my husband and his plaid bellbottoms out of exam rooms: “Too young to be a doctor!” Fast forward 40-plus years — as of today, he’s retired! Lord, neither of us worry about looking too young now. And plaid bellbottoms? No. Way. Still, OMG, walking [&#8230;] <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/20190630-Steve1976.png" alt="" data-id="25116" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=25116" class="wp-image-25116" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/20190630-Steve1976.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/20190630-Steve1976-225x300.png 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption>Hubby in July 1976</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190618-SteveRetirementParty.jpg" alt="" data-id="25117" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=25117" class="wp-image-25117" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190618-SteveRetirementParty.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190618-SteveRetirementParty-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption>Retirement from medicine, July 1, 2019</figcaption></figure></li></ul> <p>O my God, You know that early on, patients sometimes kicked my husband and his plaid bellbottoms out of exam rooms: “Too young to be a doctor!” Fast forward 40-plus years — as of today, he’s retired! Lord, neither of us worry about looking too young now. And plaid bellbottoms? No. Way. Still, OMG, walking together with You, we know future days will be groovy.              </p> In Love with God’s Word https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/06/30/in-love-with-gods-word/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:aed63b38-6bf3-3563-b2a6-5c2b3d1158e6 Sun, 30 Jun 2019 21:04:38 -0400 I was fortunate to grow up in a Christian home with parents who nurtured my faith, answered my questions, located churches in our many stations along my dad&#8217;s military career, and ultimately sent me to a Christian college. Perhaps I was sheltered &#8212; I didn&#8217;t have a lot of doubts about my faith. I trusted [&#8230;] Hairy Experiences https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:ff5bae02-9ffb-4907-eead-7f3bf646f081 Sat, 29 Jun 2019 16:09:38 -0400 In my family, if something gross, disgusting, or disturbing must happen then it will happen to me. This is as certain as Murphy’s Law and gravity. I have learned to accept this as my fate and even look upon the odd occurrences that make up my life as gifts in the form of ideas for &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Hairy Experiences</span></a> <div id="contentsContainer"> <div id="contents"> <p><img data-attachment-id="1232" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/hair-3419148_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,445" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;6.3&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SLT-A57&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;150&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="hair-3419148_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1232 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=525&#038;h=365" alt="hair-3419148_640" width="525" height="365" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=525&amp;h=365 525w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=104 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=209 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 525px) 100vw, 525px" /></p> <p id="E165"><span id="E166" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">In my family, if something gross, disgusting, or disturbing must happen then it will happen to me. This is</span><span id="E167" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> as certain as </span><span id="E168" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Murphy’s Law and gravity. </span></p> <p id="E169"><span id="E170" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I have learned to accept this a</span><span id="E171" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">s my fate and even look upon the odd occurrences that make up my life as gifts in the form of ideas for my writing. After all, if I have to have these experiences than so do my characters. </span></p> <p id="E172"><strong><span id="E174" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">But the hair…</span><span id="E176" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> I wouldn’t even subject my villains to that level of trauma.</span></strong></p> <p id="E177"><span id="E178" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">My first hair occurrence took place in Brazil. We were headed to the airport to go home on furlough and were on an eight-hour</span><span id="E179" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> bus trip. We </span><span id="E180" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">pulled up</span><span id="E181" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> outside a truck stop restaurant and headed in along with everyone else for lunch. <img data-attachment-id="1235" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/spaghetti-863304_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;22&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 60D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.16666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="spaghetti-863304_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1235 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=322&#038;h=214" alt="spaghetti-863304_640" width="322" height="214" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=322&amp;h=214 322w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 322px) 100vw, 322px" /></span></p> <p id="E182"><span id="E183" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">It was a by-the-weight buffet (very common in Brazil) and after hours on a bus</span><span id="E184" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">,</span><span id="E185" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> and the stress of getting things ready for furlough</span><span id="E186" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">,</span><span id="E187" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> I didn’t feel much like eating. The only thing that looked good at all was the spaghetti. So I mainly put spaghetti on my plate an</span><span id="E188" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">d headed for the table to eat</span><span id="E189" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">. </span></p> <p id="E190"><span id="E191" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">And that’s when I noticed that one of the strands of spaghetti was not like the others. It was </span><span id="E192" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">dark</span><span id="E193" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> and thin. Almost like hair…</span></p> <p id="E194"><span id="E196" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Thus ended my lunch.</span></p> <p id="E198"><span id="E199" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">The second hair occurrence took place in Wales. I had traveled over</span><span id="E200" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> </span><span id="E201" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">to see my sister and we had decided to stop for ice cream. We ordered a waffle cone and I chose honeycomb as my flavor. It was delicious. Cool, creamy and studded with crunchy caramel.</span></p> <p id="E202"><span id="E203" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"><img data-attachment-id="1233" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/ice-879552_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png" data-orig-size="426,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="ice-879552_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=200" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=426" class=" wp-image-1233 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=134&#038;h=202" alt="ice-879552_640" width="134" height="202" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=134&amp;h=202 134w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=268&amp;h=404 268w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=100&amp;h=150 100w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=200&amp;h=300 200w" sizes="(max-width: 134px) 100vw, 134px" />And then in my ice cream I noticed some caramel that wasn’t like the other caramel. In fact, it was</span> <span id="E205" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">dark </span><span id="E206" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">and thin. Almost like hair…</span></p> </div> </div> <div id="contentsContainer"> <div id="contents"> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p id="E207"><span id="E208" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">And there went my ice cream.</span></p> <p id="E209"><span id="E210" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">My third hair occurrence took place in Shanghai.</span></p> <p id="E211"><span id="E212" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">After days of noodles and very few vegetables, I longed for something healthy. My aunt and I decided to go to Pizza Hut where we could get a salad and pizza. I looked forward to that salad all day long.</span></p> <p id="E213"><span id="E214" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I looked down at it with anticipation as the waiter set it on the table in front of me. After asking a blessing I dug in. Two bites later I noticed something. Something thin and dark and</span><span id="E215" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">…</span></p> <p id="E216"><strong><span id="E217" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Well, you know the chorus by now.<img data-attachment-id="1234" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/salad-374173_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;11&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 550D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="salad-374173_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1234 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=253&#038;h=168" alt="salad-374173_640" width="253" height="168" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=253&amp;h=168 253w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=506&amp;h=336 506w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 253px) 100vw, 253px" /></span></strong></p> <p id="E218"><span id="E219" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I probably should just write a book and call it</span><span id="E220" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">, “Around the World with Hair in My Food.” </span></p> <p id="E221"><span id="E222" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Then again, I really want to avoid any more, shall we say, research.</span></p> <p id="E223"><strong><span id="E224" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Have you ever found a “special” additive in your food?</span></strong></p> </div> </div> Tabletop Game Writing Lab http://www.freelanceknight.com/tabletop-game-writing-lab/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:49b5c04b-d771-3a24-84e2-ba7fe71779aa Fri, 28 Jun 2019 05:30:27 -0400 <p>Excited to announce that I will be teaching a follow-up to my Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming course for the Professional Writing department at Taylor University during the Fall 2019 semester, called Tabletop Game Writing Lab. While teaching the the precursor course the second&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/tabletop-game-writing-lab/">Tabletop Game Writing Lab</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> S-s-spiders! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=25019 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5bb7c9d3-4e5d-03b9-0fcc-1dde59be990b Wed, 26 Jun 2019 08:31:46 -0400 It is with great reluctance that I write this week’s blog. Why? Because I am a confirmed, card-carrying, scream-for-my-husband arachnophobe. Then why write about them? I am following current wisdom, which declares we should face our fears head-on. Hubby protests, “But you’re writing in the family room. The granddaddy longlegs are in the half bath.” [&#8230;] <p>It is with great reluctance that I write this week’s blog.</p> <p>Why? Because I am a confirmed, card-carrying, scream-for-my-husband arachnophobe.</p> <p>Then why write about them? I am following current wisdom, which declares we should face our fears head-on.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-granddaddy-longlegs-spider-1100173_1920-1024x681.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25021" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-granddaddy-longlegs-spider-1100173_1920-1024x681.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-granddaddy-longlegs-spider-1100173_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-granddaddy-longlegs-spider-1100173_1920-768x510.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-granddaddy-longlegs-spider-1100173_1920-624x415.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Hubby protests, “But you’re writing in the family room. The granddaddy longlegs are in the half bath.”</p> <p>“Like I don’t know that?” I glare at him. “What do you think I am, an idiot?”</p> <p><em>Don’t answer that.</em></p> <p>He doesn’t, because he knows a rhetorical question when he hears one. Also, he wants to live to see his grandchildren grow up.</p> <p>My husband refuses to acknowledge my carefully constructed rationale regarding arachnids. He does not comprehend their plan to take over the world. These “harmless,” “helpful” hypocrites, à la Shelob in <em>The</em> <em>Lord of the Rings, </em>aspire to drag the whole human race to their lairs and turn us into mummified entrées for future spider victory dinners.</p> <p>Perhaps a little background will help you understand my viewpoint. As a five-year-old living in Mexico, I woke up one morning, nose-to-nose with a tarantula.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-tarantula-jumping-spider-111075_1920-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25022" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-tarantula-jumping-spider-111075_1920-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-tarantula-jumping-spider-111075_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-tarantula-jumping-spider-111075_1920-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-tarantula-jumping-spider-111075_1920-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>My screams shriveled. Before it could bite, I airmailed sheets, blankets, and the ginormous spider across the room.</p> <p>While others (sleeping on the floor!) snored, I conducted my own heart-pounding, stomach-flipping, cold-sweat-pouring search for the tarantula.</p> <p>Never found it.</p> <p>Perhaps when I encounter other spiders, no matter how miniscule, I am always afraid I <em>will</em> find it. If I ever do — even if the tarantula’s an old geezer with eight knee replacements — I will show no mercy.</p> <p>Sadly, some teachers like spiders. When mine introduced <em>Charlotte’s Web</em>, I wondered what I’d done to deserve this. Read 184 pages about a <em>spider</em>?</p> <p>To my amazement, the author, E.B. White, almost humanized Charlotte.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920-1024x925.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25025" width="414" height="373" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920-1024x925.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920-300x271.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920-768x693.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920-624x563.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-wilber-savings-3077938_1920.jpg 1216w" sizes="(max-width: 414px) 100vw, 414px" /></figure></div> <p>Not quite. Not even a master storyteller could convince me she was pretty, as Wilbur the pig believed. Even budding feelings of motherly concern about Charlotte’s eggs failed to triumph over the gut-clutching realization that one spider reproduced <em>hundreds</em> of offspring.</p> <p>Now an adult, I dread family reunions Charlotte’s descendants hold in our pop-up camper each summer.</p> <p>At least, I’m not as far gone as my niece. She firmly believes Internet wisdom that hundreds of spiders crawl into our mouths and ears while we sleep.</p> <p>Meanwhile, I bravely continue efforts to face my fears and have granted the granddaddy longlegs a temporary stay of execution. This is (deep breath) a huge step.</p> <p>However, I’m still writing in the family room while the spiders occupy the half bath.</p> <p>And, um … duct-taping my mouth and ears shut at night.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920-1024x836.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-25024" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920-1024x836.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920-300x245.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920-768x627.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920-624x509.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190626-spider-silk-1287407_1920.jpg 1550w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>Are you an arachnophobe too? Or has Charlotte converted you?</p> Friends, Family, Food and more https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/friends-family-food-and-more.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:dc69ab05-8b14-b9b3-6b48-5ccdac797fb6 Tue, 25 Jun 2019 14:58:04 -0400 Rebecca and I picked these flowers on our walk. Yes, it was a week highlighted by visits and sleepovers of two grands and a great!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAmOCIefak0/XRI77JMrP6I/AAAAAAAAVm4/MtBDvqHOCbcjWBFf938mIO6pfjdC-nPGgCLcBGAs/s1600/64746448_10100784159107276_2122731218897207296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="442" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAmOCIefak0/XRI77JMrP6I/AAAAAAAAVm4/MtBDvqHOCbcjWBFf938mIO6pfjdC-nPGgCLcBGAs/s320/64746448_10100784159107276_2122731218897207296_n.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many memories surfaced this week as well including many photos of our several trips to the Basque Country which always took place around this time of year. The last visit was five years ago already!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's been that long almost since we really spent time with our main fellow-travellers--Dane and Laurie. We rememdied that, however, with a meal at our house Sunday evening and an outingWednesday for dinner and a movie--<i>Aladdin</i>, quite a fantastical production!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-_55Yld6iM/XRI9HXs9_3I/AAAAAAAAVnY/9XauaEEZ2TYPtGb-M8WzrIjSOYMTYg_qQCLcBGAs/s1600/20190616_205729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-_55Yld6iM/XRI9HXs9_3I/AAAAAAAAVnY/9XauaEEZ2TYPtGb-M8WzrIjSOYMTYg_qQCLcBGAs/s400/20190616_205729.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael likes to cook and he goes all out. Then we enjoy leftovers all week. I have only one photo--the delicious vidalia onion corn bread. I usually make the salads.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaPKrjT7Kws/XRI85WkJg6I/AAAAAAAAVnU/LX1kxeslrkkZ3HDGh9kIs9-dHKkjTCBlwCLcBGAs/s1600/64479403_10100781899824896_4278240283872722944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="930" height="157" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaPKrjT7Kws/XRI85WkJg6I/AAAAAAAAVnU/LX1kxeslrkkZ3HDGh9kIs9-dHKkjTCBlwCLcBGAs/s320/64479403_10100781899824896_4278240283872722944_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan's Monday dinners feature something special every week and quite often we are the only guests. This time Malachi and Lexi came first and then Sam and Kristie and other three boys. The <i>sobremesa </i>(after-dinner conversation) was so much fun. We heard about:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Sam's family's vacation in Florida,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Stephan and Karen's week away in Evansville with a niece and nephew at her parents, and&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Malachi internship working with youth at his church, and Lexi's job and involvement with a SERVE project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69ggMbsXzTs/XRI85WCdiTI/AAAAAAAAVnQ/dE4YMlcJdmcP7D0m3XXQt8sEP1aTdidrwCEwYBhgL/s1600/64323594_10100781899849846_9129303615893143552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69ggMbsXzTs/XRI85WCdiTI/AAAAAAAAVnQ/dE4YMlcJdmcP7D0m3XXQt8sEP1aTdidrwCEwYBhgL/s640/64323594_10100781899849846_9129303615893143552_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Other memories came from reading my parents' journal from 20+ years ago when they were about our age now. There are many references to the practical ways they were preparing the new meeting place of their congregation--refurbishing a pulpit, painting, plastering, cleaning, and on and on for months. Then June 16, 1996 was the first service in the new building. This hands-on involvement in the building and upkeep of places of worship, characterizes Dad and Mother's entire life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I needed to attend the quarterly Care Plan Conference for Mother at Grace Village. The plan was to take Rebecca. I remember taking Kayla, her mother, when she was about the same age to visit Grandpa and Grandma Hoyt in Winona Lake. I remember her enjoying the swing they had hung from a big tree in the front. I was in my early 50's then. This time I had Michael's help on the adventure. At the last minute he was able to come along. We had a great time with our great granddaughter and she with her great great grandma! Rebecca showed her all her little ponies, demonstrated her ballet routine (using the proper French names for the steps!), and insisted on pushing the wheelchair everywhere!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yzn3fUDs5o/XRF_t_McwWI/AAAAAAAAVmY/yMYAA4taIeMp3hpHpHdIo-0Ev-GSFJp8QCLcBGAs/s1600/Becca%2Bn%2BGtGtGma%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yzn3fUDs5o/XRF_t_McwWI/AAAAAAAAVmY/yMYAA4taIeMp3hpHpHdIo-0Ev-GSFJp8QCLcBGAs/s640/Becca%2Bn%2BGtGtGma%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The grandsons were waiting at our house as soon as we arrived back home. The two younger ones spent the night so Sam and Kristie could get away to celebrate their 20th anniversary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had such a good time together with these bright and lively youngsters.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude asked for a piano lesson. I started him by placing his five fingers on the keys from C to G trying to play each individually, i.e. play the&nbsp;<i>do re mi fa sol&nbsp;</i>scale. At first it was difficult to curve the fingers, isolate each sound, keep the fingering. But before long he got it! Listen here:</div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/ritadorene/videos/10100785124966686/">Jude's first piano lesson</a><br /><br />We stayed up a bit late enjoying an old classic--<i>Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.</i><br /><i><br /></i>Next morning, Chef Zion cooked breakfast--eggas the way they like them!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KlKNrBqGs/XRI8clVGiAI/AAAAAAAAVnE/UO_qBOFAKtkoEAYYe4JFlDd_HX3d_GomwCLcBGAs/s1600/65050829_10100784159616256_2060686499296313344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="524" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KlKNrBqGs/XRI8clVGiAI/AAAAAAAAVnE/UO_qBOFAKtkoEAYYe4JFlDd_HX3d_GomwCLcBGAs/s400/65050829_10100784159616256_2060686499296313344_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br />Then he taught me a new game - Wits and Wagers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w3Wt_SO4n0/XRI8cmo08eI/AAAAAAAAVnA/NW18QoofJDY-18SFS7HgGYgkpGU03ZDmQCLcBGAs/s1600/64981830_10100784159571346_4274302030790524928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w3Wt_SO4n0/XRI8cmo08eI/AAAAAAAAVnA/NW18QoofJDY-18SFS7HgGYgkpGU03ZDmQCLcBGAs/s400/64981830_10100784159571346_4274302030790524928_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My friend Georgia was selling her beautifully painted shells at a large craft fair in a neighboring town. I took the boys, gave them some money to spend and let them check out the 100+ vendors. They came back with a balloon snake, a crocheted Pokaball, fluorite rocks, and a robot face-paint.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqnvv-ivjbs/XRF_yg0hSLI/AAAAAAAAVmc/QsjK8Hpr1tstLBUoaY5ey8S40ljD8IXNgCLcBGAs/s1600/French%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1454" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqnvv-ivjbs/XRF_yg0hSLI/AAAAAAAAVmc/QsjK8Hpr1tstLBUoaY5ey8S40ljD8IXNgCLcBGAs/s640/French%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" width="580" /></a></div><br /><br />Meanwhile, Michael was riding was riding with the Delaware Cycling Club for the first time since his surgery five years ago! 56 miles and no pain!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjp8IfUx6Cc/XRI91jWIRMI/AAAAAAAAVno/ev550oOuZDkRH8_aoLxEOsv59XJ4e6IQwCEwYBhgL/s1600/facebook_1561240998789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjp8IfUx6Cc/XRI91jWIRMI/AAAAAAAAVno/ev550oOuZDkRH8_aoLxEOsv59XJ4e6IQwCEwYBhgL/s640/facebook_1561240998789.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Robotics-related activities keep him occupied. He is at the shop to help the student interns hired by Dannar this summer whenever they need to use the team equipment. And on Wednesday PhyXTGears put on a presentation for 60 middle school and high school age girls. It went very well. Hopefully some of them will join the team.<br /><br />We had our last Art Club for the summer and tried a whimsical Geometric Landscape tutorial. And Tuesday, on my own I tried the Floral Hand live tutorial. It's a fun time for me to learn more about water color techniques while Michael is at the weekly team meeting.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z9_zkQZdU4/XRGAtLxFqaI/AAAAAAAAVms/FvUdgmFV670qvccENojFdOJ6vsOBJejMACLcBGAs/s1600/watercolor%2Btutorials%2B6.19-21%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1011" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z9_zkQZdU4/XRGAtLxFqaI/AAAAAAAAVms/FvUdgmFV670qvccENojFdOJ6vsOBJejMACLcBGAs/s400/watercolor%2Btutorials%2B6.19-21%2BCollage.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do you have any artistic, creative, recreational activity?&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gSNGSUC7tXc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: What, They’re Not Like Me? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=24952 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:df1d78d8-fe28-8acb-9119-49f1f217aae4 Mon, 24 Jun 2019 09:03:48 -0400 O my God, when I worshipped in this beautiful place, an out-of-tune bullfrog quartet joined in my songs. They sounded like twangy rubber bands. They didn’t know the words. When I complained, You only smiled and said how much You enjoyed us all. OMG, could it be that your idea of worship and mine aren’t [&#8230;] <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190624-TrinityFountain.jpg" alt="" data-id="24953" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=24953" class="wp-image-24953" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190624-TrinityFountain.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190624-TrinityFountain-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption>Trinity International University, Chicago</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190624-frog-3678832_640.jpg" alt="" data-id="24955" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=24955" class="wp-image-24955"/><figcaption>Hitting the high notes.</figcaption></figure></li></ul> <p><strong>O my God, when I worshipped in this beautiful place, an out-of-tune bullfrog quartet joined in my songs. They sounded like twangy rubber bands. They didn’t know the words. When I complained, You only smiled and said how much You enjoyed us all. OMG, could it be that your idea of worship and mine aren’t necessarily the same?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></p> The Mystery of Comfort Food https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:c4508f76-c7c8-aad9-2b7c-112f5cd07be4 Sat, 22 Jun 2019 17:22:20 -0400 The funny thing about comfort food is that it will always be as unique as the person chowing down. Regional, cultural, and familial traditions all have an effect on one&#8217;s taste buds. Typically, comfort food involves a hefty amount of calories. I envy the soul whose comfort food is carrots and kale. While visiting my &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Mystery of Comfort&#160;Food</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1228" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/food-photography-2358902_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,422" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D600&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="food-photography-2358902_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1228 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=665" alt="food-photography-2358902_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>The funny thing about comfort food is that it will always be as unique as the person chowing down. Regional, cultural, and familial traditions all have an effect on one&#8217;s taste buds. Typically, comfort food involves a hefty amount of calories.</p> <p>I envy the soul whose comfort food is carrots and kale.</p> <p>While visiting my sister, I started watching a youtuber who traveled the world and ate food. Sure, he visited monuments and tourist attractions, but mostly, he ate.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1227" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/dragon-36748_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png" data-orig-size="534,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="dragon-36748_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=250" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=534" class=" wp-image-1227 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=255&#038;h=306" alt="dragon-36748_640" width="255" height="306" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=255&amp;h=306 255w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=510&amp;h=612 510w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=125&amp;h=150 125w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=250&amp;h=300 250w" sizes="(max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px" />After growing up all over the world, his comfort food encompassed seafood, raw meats, and enough spice to win a contest with a fire-breathing dragon. After literally turning away from the screen rather than watch him stuff some raw fish into his mouth, I contemplated the individuality of comfort food &#8212; and how someone ate eight meals a day and still remained thin.</p> <p>One of my comfort foods is, of all things, ketchup. <span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">I once read that ketchup is the condiment of MKs (missionary kids). </span>While living in Brazil &#8212; a country that didn&#8217;t stock BBQ sauce, dressings, salsa, or taco sauce &#8212; ketchup became a versatile condiment. Add a few drops of picante sauce, voila taco sauce. (And, yes, I sometimes still have ketchup on my burritos.) Faced with manioc fries, nothing helped the dryness like a dose of ketchup. Weird flavors were easily masked by its familiar flavor. <img data-attachment-id="1229" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/ketchup-29755_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png" data-orig-size="331,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="ketchup-29755_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=155" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=331" class=" wp-image-1229 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=178&#038;h=343" alt="ketchup-29755_640" width="178" height="343" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=178&amp;h=343 178w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=78&amp;h=150 78w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=155&amp;h=300 155w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png 331w" sizes="(max-width: 178px) 100vw, 178px" /></p> <p>My mom&#8217;s chicken and dumplings also tops the list of comfort foods. As the child of pizza restaurants owners I was literally weaned on pizza, and it too makes the list of comfort foods. Parents that grew up in California meant many meals of Mexican food. I suppose our forefathers probably weren&#8217;t referring to a literal melting pot when they used the term to describe America, but they might as well have been.</p> <p>Moving to Brazil added other favorites to my list of comfort foods. Passionfruit mousse will always be a favorite. Brazilian chicken stroganoff. Recently though, I have been all about craving pao de queijo (Brazilian cheese bread). Cheesy, gluten-free, and delicious, I feel no need to reach for the ketchup bottle.</p> <p><span style="background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;display:inline;float:none;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">My sisters&#8217; comfort foods have also involved some melting in of other tastes. The sister who married a Brit now makes curries as a comfort food. Another sister with a husband of Ukrainian descent craves pierogi and wheat salad. Sugar cream pie and BBQ ribs grace another sister&#8217;s table.</span></p> <p>What&#8217;s your comfort food? Feel free to include a recipe. Here&#8217;s the pao de queijo recipe we use.</p> <p>Pao de Queijo (Brazilian Cheese Bread)</p> <p>5 1/2 cups grated cheese (traditionally a soft fresh cheese, we now use cheddar, mozzarella, or a mixture of multiple kinds)</p> <p>3 1/2 cups tapioca flour (available in most gluten free sections at supermarkets)</p> <p>1 Tablespoon Baking Powder</p> <p>4 Tablespoons Oil</p> <p>2 Tablespoons Butter</p> <p>4 Eggs</p> <p>Milk (Aged cheeses require the addition of milk to form the dough)</p> <p>Mix all ingredients. Add enough milk to make a dough about the consistency of cookie dough and capable of being formed into balls. Roll into balls and place on greased pan. Bake at 400 until they are a little brown on the bottoms (about ten to twelve minutes). Serve warm.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Where’s Your Foundation? https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/06/21/wheres-your-foundation/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e791684a-810a-2287-3d00-1da2889df756 Fri, 21 Jun 2019 17:36:37 -0400 As a Christian publishing professional, editor, writer, and now faculty member teaching Professional Writing, I have been considering my responsibility to my students about their responsibility as Christian writers. The first concern, as noted in this post, is that my students stand firmly on the foundation of their faith. From the first day of the [&#8230;] Conversation About #AnimationThatInspiresMe http://www.freelanceknight.com/conversation-about-animationthatinspiresme/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:049f1f26-6b9d-5365-7853-045b0d507f45 Fri, 21 Jun 2019 05:30:24 -0400 <p>A meme on Facebook and Twitter about Make Me Choose Between Two Movies&#8221; has spawned multiple conversations with friends and family about what animated movies I have enjoyed. This lead to a long conversation about growing up and then in&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/conversation-about-animationthatinspiresme/">Conversation About #AnimationThatInspiresMe</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Jack https://onflesherpond.com/2019/06/20/jack/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:8d23f70a-dfc1-801a-bc11-a34dfe7d328c Thu, 20 Jun 2019 07:11:26 -0400 As a pup he was normal, jumping, chewing, licking, and eager, and took long naps. A few months later my younger sister Julie said, “He understands what I say. It’s uncanny.” I watched the Heinz 57-variety mutt Jack grow into a black handsome 100-lb dog who almost speaks English. Julie tells him to “go get &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/06/20/jack/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Jack</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>As a pup he was normal, jumping, chewing, licking, and eager, and took long naps. A few months later my younger sister Julie said, “He understands what I say. It’s uncanny.”</p> <p>I watched the Heinz 57-variety mutt Jack grow into a black handsome 100-lb dog who almost speaks English. Julie tells him to “go get your ball in the kitchen and bring it here,” and he does just that. &#8220;Go do this, go get that, don’t go there.&#8221; He understands all of it. And personality plus. I am a cat-lover, and even I think Jack is special. We were glad when he jumped the wrong way and glanced off a car in the driveway, not hurt, only bruised and scared. He knew now about cars, about not to go out on the highway.</p> <p>Ten years ago, Julie’s husband died of cancer. For months she put her job on hold and drove daily to Indianapolis to visit him in the hospital. After the funeral his two sisters decided that all his things should be theirs, not Julie’s. The fighting was vicious. Precious items that Julie had bought or brought into the marriage she had to put under lock and key, and even then, she feared they would cut the lock and steal her things. Both sisters said, “Everything of our brothers is ours. It’s ALL ours.” Was it spite, or is it just human nature?</p> <p>Life goes on and Julie became a wife again, or rather, a precious partner, since lack of medical insurance got in the way of a marriage license. Another decade gone by. Last Thanksgiving her partner died suddenly of a heart attack (see <em>Third Chances</em>). It was a flurried week of planning, funeral, carried-in meals, state of shock. Animal friend Jack, uncommon company of the best kind, comforted my sister. Death is always hard, but it helps to have a best friend soothe the loss, the emptiness, the “what am I going to do?” Jack answered in short barks which I could almost make out, “I am here. I love you. Let’s play ball.”</p> <p>Julie has spent six months emptying the four-bedroom house and getting ready to sell, every room full to the brim of furniture, wall hangings, and memories. We painted everywhere, including the mother-in-law’s apartment. Julie packed and we moved boxes week in and week out, month after month. </p> <p>The animosity from her step-sons about the division of things not specifically mentioned in the will became ugly and unending, like before; the last thing one needs after losing a loved one. For instance, in the winter the wind chill dipped below zero, and on one of the bitterest days one of those boys went to the gas company and said that their dad had died and they wanted to turn off the heat in the house. It took Julie three days to explain and get heat back on. Was it spite again? It’s been a long six months of underhanded tricks. When the tiny, red light blinks on my dumb-phone at 5 a.m., I know it’s Julie texting me. <em>What now</em>, I think. </p> <p>Next week, court-ordered, the ugly is over. The boys will have their things out of the big barns, and Julie can sell the house. Next week the ton of weight will be off her shoulders. Speaking of shoulders, she had her right one replaced last week in the midst of all this, and is, for now, one-armed. I’m helping her with more things than ever.</p> <p>Yesterday morning at 5:24 she called. Between each word she choked on a sob, “Jack’s…been…hit. Come…help me get him…off the road.”</p> <p>As he lay dying, dawn turned the country sky to pink streaks. I couldn’t watch and turned away. This beloved dog, more than a pet, was her friend when she needed him most. She turned to me with tears and said again, “What am I going to do?”</p> <p>I watched the panoramic miracle of sunrise with orange clouds skidding across the summer sky, and said, “I don’t know. Keep breathing. That’s all you have to do today.”</p> <p>The neighbor helped Sam dig the dreaded hole. I made coffee and brought it out to the grave. We stayed with Julie for a while and then went to breakfast, trying not to think for one hour. Jack’s time here was too short, but his love stays as long as we breathe.</p> Magic Trees http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=24762 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9344899a-47c3-fedf-be15-385cfcb078e5 Wed, 19 Jun 2019 08:04:38 -0400 When I was small, trees were magic. Especially the trees outside our church. As preschoolers, my brother and I discovered friendly low branches that invited a climb. Every pint-sized Sunday school attendee welcomed that magic. Moms, however, did not appreciate magic trees — especially mulberries. They transformed starched-white-shirt-and-ruffly-dress VBS populations into glorious, purple-tie-dyed messes. Trees [&#8230;] <p>When I was small, trees were magic. Especially the trees outside our church.</p> <p>As preschoolers, my brother and I discovered friendly low branches that invited a climb. Every pint-sized Sunday school attendee welcomed that magic.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-mulberry-tree-branch-cropped-black-87304_1920-1024x433.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24776" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-mulberry-tree-branch-cropped-black-87304_1920-1024x433.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-mulberry-tree-branch-cropped-black-87304_1920-300x127.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-mulberry-tree-branch-cropped-black-87304_1920-768x325.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-mulberry-tree-branch-cropped-black-87304_1920-624x264.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Moms, however, did not appreciate magic trees — especially mulberries. They transformed starched-white-shirt-and-ruffly-dress VBS populations into glorious, purple-tie-dyed messes.</p> <p>Trees remained magical throughout my childhood, serving as bases, houses, castles and cathedrals. Schoolyard bike races morphed them into traffic cones. On sweltering days, I stayed within Mom’s sight under our backyard’s shady oak, yet traveled thousands of miles as I devoured library books.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-School-yard-tree-spring-276014_1920-1024x651.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24777" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-School-yard-tree-spring-276014_1920-1024x651.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-School-yard-tree-spring-276014_1920-300x191.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-School-yard-tree-spring-276014_1920-768x488.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-School-yard-tree-spring-276014_1920-624x397.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Now an adult, I have planted trees that infuse oxygen into our atmosphere, provide shade and enhance property values. But I hadn’t visited magic trees for a long time.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-sign-for-campground-1591949_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24778" width="232" height="153"/></figure></div> <p>Until our extended family’s campout, when sullen clouds alternately spat on us and poured rain like a waterfall.</p> <p>Thanks to yummy pancakes and sausage, the group survived the morning. When rain held off, older kids found plenty to do. But as parents of a five-year-old and his three-year-old foster brother tried to fix a group lunch, the little boys seemed destined for war.</p> <p>Anyone with sense would have run for a bomb shelter. But I am Grandma. Edging them out of range, I blurted, “Let’s visit magic trees!”</p> <p>Perhaps the skeptical three-year-old had seen too much to believe in magic. But he followed his brother and me to an empty campsite, where the five-year-old beat on a maple with a stick.</p> <p>He chortled, “Now the tree’s awake!”</p> <p>I’d wake up, too, if clobbered with a six-foot cudgel. “What’s the tree saying?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-leaves-3001812_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24773" width="389" height="259" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-leaves-3001812_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-leaves-3001812_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-leaves-3001812_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-leaves-3001812_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 389px) 100vw, 389px" /></figure></div> <p>“He says I should visit a different tree.”</p> <p>Smart maple.</p> <p>By now, the three-year-old was a believer, too. We awakened all the empty campsite trees. Some also told us to visit different trees. But several told stories about nesting birds and skittery squirrels. Special trees talked only when tapped the perfect number of times. Then they whispered tales understood only by the chlorophyll crowd and preschoolers.</p> <p>One oak interrupted, “Time to eat. I’ve been calling you for ten minutes.”</p> <p>Correction: Hubby had entered the land of magic trees.</p> <p>Instantly, my fellow adventurers dashed for the dining tent.</p> <p>“Couldn’t you have waited?” I said irritably. “That tree was just about to tell us whether they make a noise when they fall.”</p> <p>He rolled his eyes, as if barbecued chicken and macaroni salad could compensate for his breaking the sweet spell.</p> <p>The five-year-old and I could visit magic trees again. However, court dates threatened to keep the three-year-old from adventuring with us.</p> <p>But for one misty summer morning, he talked with magic trees.</p> <p>I pray he will do it again.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-misty-morning-forest-655979_1920-1024x441.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24774" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-misty-morning-forest-655979_1920-1024x441.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-misty-morning-forest-655979_1920-300x129.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-misty-morning-forest-655979_1920-768x331.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190619-misty-morning-forest-655979_1920-624x269.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you visited magic trees lately?</p> A Memorable Mix https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-memorable-mix.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:987ecdbb-4b74-c680-57e5-10c157cee0fd Tue, 18 Jun 2019 12:15:35 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNqtfAKHIE/XQel8P3SyTI/AAAAAAAAVj8/YeR9qxSMR88lOof2Vu7hMTtw0jcVva-5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/64376862_10100779867532626_134735168479952896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="522" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNqtfAKHIE/XQel8P3SyTI/AAAAAAAAVj8/YeR9qxSMR88lOof2Vu7hMTtw0jcVva-5QCEwYBhgL/s320/64376862_10100779867532626_134735168479952896_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br />Memories surfaced throughout the week. Our Bible Study Home Group hostess brought out a smoked pot Michael had made years ago, a reminder of the many Klaytivity uniquely thrown pieces he's made. In fact that same afternoon I gave away one of the remaining beauties at a bridal shower.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJmKF6UkBbM/XQemkPJ5bSI/AAAAAAAAVkQ/Ti2iFzXz13cSoQ1V9qyDgxqQklg-N2hkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/62482360_10100777416684146_5101407092984512512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="960" height="292" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJmKF6UkBbM/XQemkPJ5bSI/AAAAAAAAVkQ/Ti2iFzXz13cSoQ1V9qyDgxqQklg-N2hkwCEwYBhgL/s320/62482360_10100777416684146_5101407092984512512_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Good friend Gina was visiting from Mississippi! She used to be a regular at Stephan's Monday dinner before she moved far away. So many good memories and a lot of catching up.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdR5vd_KUA/XQel7UVg-MI/AAAAAAAAVkE/rfXpN2mhq2Ydjd5hZfftZIBsGLRBPikwACEwYBhgL/s1600/62254036_10100778038148726_5317568974471299072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdR5vd_KUA/XQel7UVg-MI/AAAAAAAAVkE/rfXpN2mhq2Ydjd5hZfftZIBsGLRBPikwACEwYBhgL/s640/62254036_10100778038148726_5317568974471299072_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />That same day, June 10, marked eight years from the day our house burnt down. Gina was among the first friends who came to our rescue.<br /><br />Our daughter took this photo the days following as we trudged through the muck salvaging whatever we could. It spoke of <i>hope </i>in the midst of chaos and destruction.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z-s13qh93w/XQel87ay5wI/AAAAAAAAVkA/c45NkfRS6Jw1P11Un00bwZ674lw0a32XwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="891" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z-s13qh93w/XQel87ay5wI/AAAAAAAAVkA/c45NkfRS6Jw1P11Un00bwZ674lw0a32XwCEwYBhgL/s320/Hope.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br />We felt truly blessed to watch how God cared for us through the recovery and rebuilding process. Exactly a year later we had an open house to share what He had done and dedicate our new house to God.<br />Son Stephan catered the event and made an amazing and meaningful ice sculpture--a phoenix rising out of the flames!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsoqBUu1Dig/XQel70lW6YI/AAAAAAAAVkE/ad4KvpiBJp4PLkBrravnAtVyAq-tVUzhgCEwYBhgL/s1600/64038855_10100779868326036_2662218002203672576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="960" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsoqBUu1Dig/XQel70lW6YI/AAAAAAAAVkE/ad4KvpiBJp4PLkBrravnAtVyAq-tVUzhgCEwYBhgL/s400/64038855_10100779868326036_2662218002203672576_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />A mostly forgotten event surfaced as I was reading my parents' 1996 journal: "It will be 2 years in June that he [Dad] had his heart attack." He would have been 73 at the time. Perhaps that is why it was important for me to have a stress test. Thankfully all is well.<br /><br />It was also in June, a year ago, that Mother lost the use of her voice due to a paralyzed vocal cord.<br /><br />Thursday at 2:40 AM my phone rang and the screen showed caller Kathryn Hoyt. I could not make out any of what she was trying to tell me, but, of course, I understood that she was distressed. In the morning the night nurse, who had been by her side for a couple hours (ah, that's why she didn't answer my phone calls!), said Mother was hallucinating.<br />I canceled art club and drove up to see her. She was able to share the scary scenarios either in writing or mouthing. The images and voices were so real to her. By the end of the visit she was calmer and tired and understood that what she was experiencing was not real. She slept well that night. Her lingering fear that she was going "crazy" was dispelled with the lab results which revealed very elevated thyroid levels which can cause paranoia and hallucinations. When Rachel, the nurses' manager, explained this to her, Mother was visibly pleased and relieved! Hopefully the new dosage of thyroid meds will help. There have been no further incidents.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AnKgl7mhEg/XQel7_wv4-I/AAAAAAAAVkI/LE5A2LAbG3Yn7XMagqyzahJvFLPxadoQACEwYBhgL/s1600/62519619_10100779867273146_531105566945181696_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AnKgl7mhEg/XQel7_wv4-I/AAAAAAAAVkI/LE5A2LAbG3Yn7XMagqyzahJvFLPxadoQACEwYBhgL/s640/62519619_10100779867273146_531105566945181696_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel doing a blood draw</td></tr></tbody></table>That very day was Writers' Day in Argentina. I read a few notes posted by a successful author I met long ago, "I celebrate the birds in my head. HAPPY WRITERS' DAY!" Another author's note referred to her calling as the <i>profession of a lier.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nz38g3a0hk/XQj-tZbLeJI/AAAAAAAAVk4/5ROe9fHqI6Ag44YTvrpGiPv3vJJ3Q1LIACEwYBhgL/s1600/Writers%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="838" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nz38g3a0hk/XQj-tZbLeJI/AAAAAAAAVk4/5ROe9fHqI6Ag44YTvrpGiPv3vJJ3Q1LIACEwYBhgL/s400/Writers%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My fiction-writer friends amaze me with their prolific imaginations. I, however, lacking that gift, am bound to the facts as I reconstruct my early childhood. The letters my parents wrote in 1946 lay open on my desk for weeks, even months, as I pull out nuggets and paragraphs to include in my story. The photo albums are also readily available to illustrate the events I write about.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wrapped up another chapter this week about all the celebrations and festivities of that first year in Argentina, ending with a simple and lonely Christmas. I awoke that day to find a small tree, a doll Daddy had been saving for me, and a wicker rocking chair. I was very pleased.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3z8-djsuaUU/XQj6VUnfP0I/AAAAAAAAVko/vaHaJwodu6stwplcMl_VnLq6hLnmEI3XQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Christmas%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="1600" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3z8-djsuaUU/XQj6VUnfP0I/AAAAAAAAVko/vaHaJwodu6stwplcMl_VnLq6hLnmEI3XQCEwYBhgL/s640/Christmas%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were so happy this week to get our reupholstered sectional back! Quite a contrast! Does it take so much more to make us comfortable in our old age?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5cW49EwQp4/XQel8syqBOI/AAAAAAAAVkI/Xmpd17v7vmUc_d5ELgB2Glbx5_4pU9HVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/64635474_10100779867303086_4045475149741293568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="929" height="372" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5cW49EwQp4/XQel8syqBOI/AAAAAAAAVkI/Xmpd17v7vmUc_d5ELgB2Glbx5_4pU9HVQCEwYBhgL/s640/64635474_10100779867303086_4045475149741293568_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I found an old photo with Daddy for my Father's Day profile pic. If we didn't know any better, it sure appears like I am looking at a cell phone!&nbsp; Michael's response, "Some things never change."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBxsJiYkyA/XQj6YPNHkpI/AAAAAAAAVks/lPzR69ix4GcM6dHLSblP-wUE5z_F2ULVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/210085_589288231116_3922302_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="855" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBxsJiYkyA/XQj6YPNHkpI/AAAAAAAAVks/lPzR69ix4GcM6dHLSblP-wUE5z_F2ULVQCEwYBhgL/s320/210085_589288231116_3922302_o.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Rebecca had a lovely Father's Day surprise--she got her Daddy back for the weekend! Matt has been on a job in New Jersey for over a month now. His birthday was June 10th. Over the years we've missed celebrating together--once it coincided with our house fire, a few other times we were traveling in the Basque Country. This time he was gone.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cYnIXSuCBg/XQel7qy-_AI/AAAAAAAAVj0/uZMjYM9zmW0PVBid4cwJ6nOY9crI-AKjgCEwYBhgL/s1600/62514201_10205562270093816_2144791850261676032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cYnIXSuCBg/XQel7qy-_AI/AAAAAAAAVj0/uZMjYM9zmW0PVBid4cwJ6nOY9crI-AKjgCEwYBhgL/s400/62514201_10205562270093816_2144791850261676032_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Rebecca had just had her face painted at the first farmer's market of the season. We love our town events. The weather was perfect. We joined Kayla and Rebecca at a picnic table and ate fish and chips from Payne's new truck. Yummmm!<br /><br />Was your week a mix of memories and memorable events?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Ufrm7yoBDZc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: This Bugs Me http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=24708 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0a8ad197-bc7a-f818-557c-f895f8c44367 Mon, 17 Jun 2019 08:55:48 -0400 O my God, I know ants are Your creatures, too. But the few that appeared in my kitchen last week have invited nine million relatives to stay. OMG, since I don&#8217;t speak ant, would You not so kindly inform them that if they don&#8217;t leave, eviction will be the least of their worries? <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190617-ant-4186772_640-3.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24710" width="639" height="360"/></figure> <p><strong>O my God, I know ants are Your creatures, too. But the few that appeared in my kitchen last week have invited nine million relatives to stay. OMG, since I don&#8217;t speak ant, would You not so kindly inform them that if they don&#8217;t leave, eviction will be the least of their worries?</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/insecticide-37424_640-1.png" alt="" class="wp-image-24711" width="436" height="441" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/insecticide-37424_640-1.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/insecticide-37424_640-1-297x300.png 297w" sizes="(max-width: 436px) 100vw, 436px" /></figure></div> Fathers with Daughters https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/15/fathers-with-daughters/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:1c29c38c-58ee-1551-f326-3bbca09dcf3f Sat, 15 Jun 2019 17:11:52 -0400 When a man has daughters, the signs can be obvious. If you see a grown man carrying a tiny pink purse, he&#8217;s probably a daddy. If a man can sing all the words of a Disney princess song, he might have little girls at home.  If a man who doesn&#8217;t like pets has owned cats, &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/15/fathers-with-daughters/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Fathers with Daughters</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1224" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/15/fathers-with-daughters/hands-407389_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="hands-407389_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1224 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=496&#038;h=496" alt="hands-407389_640" width="496" height="496" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=496&amp;h=496 496w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hands-407389_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 496px) 100vw, 496px" /></p> <p>When a man has daughters, the signs can be obvious.</p> <ol> <li>If you see a grown man carrying a tiny pink purse, he&#8217;s probably a daddy.</li> <li>If a man can sing all the words of a Disney princess song, he might have little girls at home.</li> <li> If a man who doesn&#8217;t like pets has owned cats, dogs, fish, and turtles, it&#8217;s a safe bet there might be a little girl who blinked her eyes at Daddy. My two-year-old niece might not have the largest vocabulary yet, but she has managed to say, &#8220;Daddy, puppy. Puppy, please.&#8221;<img data-attachment-id="1223" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/15/fathers-with-daughters/dress-163552_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,469" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="dress-163552_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1223 alignright" style="color:#2b2d2f;float:right;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;outline-color:#777777;outline-style:solid;outline-width:1px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 0 16px 16px;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=323&#038;h=237" alt="dress-163552_640" width="323" height="237" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=323&amp;h=237 323w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=110 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=220 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dress-163552_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 323px) 100vw, 323px" /><b></b><i></i><u></u><span style="text-decoration:line-through;"></span></li> <li>If a man has small plastic barrettes clamped into his inch-long hair, they were probably placed there by tiny girl fingers.</li> <li> If a man is willing to change the channel from a football game to a Hallmark movie, there might be a girl sitting on the sofa next to him.</li> </ol> <p>My father long ago accepted that he was outnumbered in the family. With a wife and four daughters, we sometimes chose male animals simply so he had a little support. Not that he ever minded a house that was far more likely to be filled with dress-up clothes than toy cars and conversations more often centered on Jane Austen than sports.</p> <p>And we have been beneficial to him. The other day he was taking a quiz and correctly chose Jane Austen as the answer. He probably owes that entirely to being the father of all daughters. He also could probably identify all of the Disney princesses and some of Strawberry Shortcake&#8217;s friends.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1222" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/15/fathers-with-daughters/basketball-147794_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png" data-orig-size="640,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="basketball-147794_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=640" class=" wp-image-1222 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=214&#038;h=214" alt="basketball-147794_640" width="214" height="214" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=214&amp;h=214 214w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=428&amp;h=428 428w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/basketball-147794_640.png?w=300&amp;h=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px" />Of course, we girls have also benefited from being from an all-girl family. We can plumb, wire, mud, build, and use a machete. He taught us theology and the proper way to throw a ball. Some of us have even followed <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2018/09/17/sports/">sports</a> &#8212; for a time.</p> <p>In the past several years, the numbers in my family have begun to balance out. Three sons-in-law and four grandsons have provided my dad with male company. Yet with four daughters and eight granddaughters, my dad will probably never know what it is like to outnumber the girls in the family.</p> <p>And I know he wouldn&#8217;t have it any other way.</p> <p>Happy Father&#8217;s Day!</p> <p>&#8220;As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him.&#8221;  Psalms 103:13</p> <p>What are some other ways one can identify the fathers of little girls?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> June Joys https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/june-joys.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6a77ce51-cb97-32ff-f3ca-dcaf94682183 Wed, 12 Jun 2019 23:06:21 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last peonies still waft their fragrance and make me very happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO8U_UqMZvU/XP_0Mg0er4I/AAAAAAAAVgw/9Lc4JgNsUW86EtHDqq44aHKDt8ARflPdgCLcBGAs/s1600/62158362_10100777416734046_4898961288341749760_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="931" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO8U_UqMZvU/XP_0Mg0er4I/AAAAAAAAVgw/9Lc4JgNsUW86EtHDqq44aHKDt8ARflPdgCLcBGAs/s320/62158362_10100777416734046_4898961288341749760_n.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Stephan and Karen's nineteen-year-long marriage warms my heart. Monday, June 3, was their anniversary.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFZytsMSbjo/XP_0rqBQuMI/AAAAAAAAVhE/M1OGz3W6RPQ8DFxwngx1iQLG5YkCRNHWQCLcBGAs/s1600/2013-04-01%2B02.16.42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1470" height="368" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFZytsMSbjo/XP_0rqBQuMI/AAAAAAAAVhE/M1OGz3W6RPQ8DFxwngx1iQLG5YkCRNHWQCLcBGAs/s400/2013-04-01%2B02.16.42.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were there for Monday Night Dinner, and came back again Friday to enjoy the pool.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It happened to be National Donut Day. Some felt compelled to partake.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L9RCLCyzYM/XP_1FvpqjQI/AAAAAAAAVhU/beYVKZxXn4gQbL4X7eA_9k6Tb8xiuSWUACLcBGAs/s1600/62450142_10100777417317876_5772366974159945728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L9RCLCyzYM/XP_1FvpqjQI/AAAAAAAAVhU/beYVKZxXn4gQbL4X7eA_9k6Tb8xiuSWUACLcBGAs/s640/62450142_10100777417317876_5772366974159945728_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We also enjoyed a coupled tandem rides, 14 and 18 miles, and always the destination is a restaurant. It seems we only allow ourselves to eat out if we've earned it!<br />We were glad to see farmers out in their fields finally after the long rainy season.<br />Gardening sessions began in earnest for me as well.<br /><br />The focus of this blog is supposed to be memories surrounding my current writing project. I made some small progress on the chapter about the <i>fiestas, </i>holidays and celebrations in the new country--several religious and pagan festivals, and family events. The latest one was my parents' fourth wedding anniversary--the first in Argentina. They were twenty-five years-old. Mother baked a special cake and tried on her wedding dress again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju53XxDNV1w/XQEJdPFij_I/AAAAAAAAVig/trU3oPsVP4QWPgmZI9DLdOeTyZPjWC4pwCLcBGAs/s1600/Fourth%2Banniversary%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1011" data-original-width="1261" height="512" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju53XxDNV1w/XQEJdPFij_I/AAAAAAAAVig/trU3oPsVP4QWPgmZI9DLdOeTyZPjWC4pwCLcBGAs/s640/Fourth%2Banniversary%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Interestingly, that wedding dress reappeared a couple years ago when we were moving Mother from her Independent Living apartment to Assisted Living. A shoe box tumbled down from a closet shelf. "That's my wedding dress," she said. Sure enough, permanently wrinkled from years of scrunching, it now decorates a corner of my home.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvrmFW85hSI/XQEO5aeJTaI/AAAAAAAAVis/PnsatFUFwnUlkpF1pk_j73l0XMmegqPuQCLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2527s%2Bwedding%2Bdress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="531" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvrmFW85hSI/XQEO5aeJTaI/AAAAAAAAVis/PnsatFUFwnUlkpF1pk_j73l0XMmegqPuQCLcBGAs/s640/Mother%2527s%2Bwedding%2Bdress.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weekends are full, on a regular basis, such that processing the week and its memories takes me a few days into the next before I can publish the blog post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was certainly no exception. I don't know how we were able to fit in a visit to one of our town's favorite events--the Strawberry Festival. But we did, and were so happy to meet up with daughter, granddaughter and great granddaughter! And, of course, we had to savor the main feature, a strawberry shortcake!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syV-JvCKmCo/XP_19SwlV5I/AAAAAAAAVhg/93yXllFG0fwkYy-2wYAeh35WbpyItystQCLcBGAs/s1600/strawberry%2Bfestival%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="1600" height="622" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syV-JvCKmCo/XP_19SwlV5I/AAAAAAAAVhg/93yXllFG0fwkYy-2wYAeh35WbpyItystQCLcBGAs/s640/strawberry%2Bfestival%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Probably the biggest focus of the week was to prepare for the robotics team social, famously called the "Kochout," even though lately we've tried to avoid the grilling hassle by having a potato bar&nbsp; and ice cream bar where everyone brings the toppings.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The weather was perfect and the kids were able to enjoy the zip-line. Michael had just finished repairing all the damage to the line and our deck caused by a very strong winter windstorm.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgaX-6kwgCY/XP_0XV2jCqI/AAAAAAAAVhM/P10lsbr_Dk8v87ArdJMr8YI4-o6UjcekACEwYBhgL/s1600/62143290_10100777417063386_7308903996888973312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgaX-6kwgCY/XP_0XV2jCqI/AAAAAAAAVhM/P10lsbr_Dk8v87ArdJMr8YI4-o6UjcekACEwYBhgL/s640/62143290_10100777417063386_7308903996888973312_n.jpg" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Surprisingly, however, everyone spent most of the time indoors playing a variety of table games.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl9YfxULwa4/XQFN6hvGIBI/AAAAAAAAVi4/qNGsZbkrydc868J7YJJiIjkZfCKutqDcQCLcBGAs/s1600/62444769_10100777417088336_3308109297438687232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl9YfxULwa4/XQFN6hvGIBI/AAAAAAAAVi4/qNGsZbkrydc868J7YJJiIjkZfCKutqDcQCLcBGAs/s640/62444769_10100777417088336_3308109297438687232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam's family left that day for a week's vacation in Florida. Looks like they are having a wonderful time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8g3kD0B-7AU/XQBkNGxBaKI/AAAAAAAAViU/5WDwwwK-VOIjeT5oVBAnoH-EoRoLQWULQCLcBGAs/s1600/vacation%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8g3kD0B-7AU/XQBkNGxBaKI/AAAAAAAAViU/5WDwwwK-VOIjeT5oVBAnoH-EoRoLQWULQCLcBGAs/s640/vacation%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />A very meaningful photo appeared on Facebok of a reunion of old friends this week out in California.<br />Each one of these dear friends had a significant impact on us at different stages of our lives. They range in age from mid-seventy to ninety-two.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ3VCw8mkyg/XP_7dBPk6uI/AAAAAAAAVh4/IPMoGoap_CoHtzonjxZp-9rMzkWY3WF_QCEwYBhgL/s1600/OM%2BSaints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1600" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ3VCw8mkyg/XP_7dBPk6uI/AAAAAAAAVh4/IPMoGoap_CoHtzonjxZp-9rMzkWY3WF_QCEwYBhgL/s640/OM%2BSaints.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Victor </u>(far left), was in Spain around the time I was there (1966-1967). Although we were on different teams, our paths crossed on different occasions. He worked in Gerona, Spain for many years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Greg and Sally Livingstone</u>, very early OM'ers who later founded another very far reaching mission, were influential in our initial courtship and marriage by their counsel and example. You can read a brief bio <a href="https://www.epcwo.org/contact/greg-livingstone/">here </a>&nbsp;and a brief account of his beginnings&nbsp;<a href="http://www.globalprayerdigest.org/issue/day/Missionary-Biography-Greg-Livingstone/">here</a>. Their fascinating story is told in his memoir&nbsp;<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youve-Got-Libya-Serving-Muslim/dp/0857215191">You've Got Libya</a></i>.&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Margit McRostie,</u>&nbsp;was married to Jonathan, leader of the European headquarters for OM (Operation Mobilization. Michael was his assistant in those early days in 1965-66 helping set up conference facilities for the summer crusade in Belgium and for the year-long in England. This was before Jonathan and Margit were married. Interestingly both Jonathan and Mike had their eye on this cute little German girl! Jonathan won. They made a wonderful contribution to God's Kingdom throughout their life together until he passed away in 2011. In 1982 he suffered a serious accident which left him paralyzed physically but that did not lessen his evangelistic zeal and outreach. You can read George Verwer's&nbsp;<a href="https://stories.om.org/story/r28751">Tribute</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Dale and Elaine Rhoton</u>, were our leaders when we joined their team in Austria that smuggled Bibles and books into communist Europe. In fact we were engaged that first summer in Vienna. After we were married, we lived in Germany still working with the same group. On one occasion when Dale, our leader was coming through, we had just felt strongly compelled to pursue adoption for our second child, our first was by then two years old. He strongly encouraged us and told us the story of another admired leader on OM. That was the beginning of Leah's adoption process.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later, when we joined the M/V Doulos with our three children, again Dale and Elaine were there. In fact I had a Spanish conversation class with their thirteen-year-old son.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I should mention also that Elaine's journey as an author inspires me. She wrote the stories of two of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Elaine+Rhoton&amp;i=stripbooks&amp;ref=nb_sb_noss">OM's ships</a>, the Logos and the Doulos. They have been through several editions and translations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To watch Dale speak go <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBMSDbeUtxE">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Ray Lentzch</u>, seated, just turned 92 on June 5. Perhaps that was the occasion for this memorable reunion. Ray's one dream was to preach the gospel in every nation. He tells of his adventures in 217 countries in his memoir <i><a href="https://www.christianstore.in/his-last-command-my-first-desire.html">His Last Command - My One Desire.</a>&nbsp;</i>He was also on the ship when we were there. He used to borrow our crockpot so he could have a meal after a day of street preaching. And every time he returned it with goodies for the kids. They looked forward to Uncle Ray's treats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one photo brings back memories that each deserve their own chapter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who are the heroes or mentors in your life?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/1Gt0W-tMWic" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Lord, Just This Once? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=24571 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1240ca08-0435-56a0-83b9-29043db6b544 Mon, 10 Jun 2019 07:36:53 -0400 <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/190610-sunrise-1756274_640-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24572" width="636" height="318"/><figcaption> <br> <strong>Oh, Lord, in the beginning, You organized the chaos of the universe with only a few words. On this post-campout Monday morning, would You mind cleaning up this mess, too?</strong> </figcaption></figure> <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/CampingMess.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-24573" width="636" height="358"/></figure> What a Bad Stain on Your Carpet Does http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2019/06/what-bad-stain-on-your-carpet-does.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:e7582d4b-1fa8-0752-77f3-4210d95f2697 Sat, 08 Jun 2019 19:39:52 -0400 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">My daughter worked on her graduation display after I went to bed at 10:30pm. At 12:15am, she spoke into my bedroom, "Dad, I need your help with something. I spilled some paint on the carpet."</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofolIk7t5R4/XPxFA5MGoKI/AAAAAAAAsd8/iGHTI_CgRjE4Qrj-cTBoCyQmg2dtjWMegCLcBGAs/s1600/Carpet-stain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofolIk7t5R4/XPxFA5MGoKI/AAAAAAAAsd8/iGHTI_CgRjE4Qrj-cTBoCyQmg2dtjWMegCLcBGAs/s1600/Carpet-stain.jpg" /></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">My grogginess soon dissipated when I walked into the living room and saw an eight-inch circle of deep black. She had reached for something and turned over a pint full of tempera paint and had already attempted cleaning it up. "This happened in your bedroom once before ... and why we told you to have plenty of newspaper down..." No speech would help her (or the carpet) at this point, so I stopped, turned and headed for the Oxi-clean.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">It was my problem now.&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I could stop there because that is the crux of the theological moment for a life lesson that happened that night. At least the summary of what God spoke to my heart as I headed back up the stairs to go to bed.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">We are going into the Pentecost season starting Sunday, and I am filling in the pulpit at a church south of Marion. The text I am speaking on is Psalm 103:1-5, which begins with, "Bless the Lord, oh my soul." David then commanded his soul to, "forget not all of His benefits," and then lists five. I wish to focus on the first benefit, "Who forgives all your transgressions."&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Who forgives ALL your transgressions.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">There are many things in life we will never forget. Some of those things are because we have a constant reminder of the choices we made or that life has brought to us: a scar, a missing finger, glasses, a wedding ring (or tan-line where one once was), our children, a dent in a fender of a car, or an eight-inch black spot on your carpet.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">There are some things in life we just do. Forget that is.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">God has a good memory for some things. God also chooses to not remember some other things. God spoke through the prophet Isaiah and basically told his people,&nbsp;<b>"</b><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A nursing mother may forget her child, </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but I will not forget you. </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Behold, </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have engraved you on the palms of my </span><b><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hands</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">" (</span></b><span style="font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Isaiah 49:15-16).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Oh, yes, tattoos are also good reminders. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On the contrary, Isaiah also tells us about something God chooses to forget. "</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am he who blots out your transgressions </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for my own sake, and </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will not remember your sins" (</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Isaiah 43:25-26 ESV).</span></span></div><div style="height: 0px;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God repeats himself through the prophet Jeremiah telling his people the extent of the covenant he desires to make with them, which includes </span><span style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">putting his law in their minds, writing it on their hearts, being their God, claiming them as His my people, and being known by them personally. God closes with these words, </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“For I will forgive their wickedness and </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">will remember their sins no more”</span><span style="font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jeremiah 31:33-34 </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(NIV).</span></span><br />So God remembers, and then He doesn't. I am thankful for both. But here's the thing God spoke to me about as I ascended those few tiring steps to my bedroom. After I unsuccessfully used the steam cleaner to extract all of the paint from the carpet, after I had pulled some of that paint into nearby carpeting, after I painstakingly dabbed tissue after tissue (she used up all our paper towels) to clean up what I could, after she apologized twice, after I said, "I am sorry too," and after I had kissed her on the top of the head, the gentle voice of God reminded me and my heart of His truth. This is what came through.<br /><br />Sin. Like a black spot on my carpet, is His problem now.<br /><br />There isn't really anything anyone can do for that black spot on my carpet. Well, at least I do not know that there is. But it's my problem now. I have taken over responsibility for seeking to deal with it--to clean it or leave it, or work around it. I could use it as a constant reminder of the bad things my daughter has done and bring it up whenever I want to for whatever purposes I see fit to. I could also refuse to do that and do nothing as I allow the black spot to be a constant reminder to her (and the rest of us) of mistakes that can be made. But seriously, it is my problem now.<br /><br />At Pentecost, Jesus came to his people again. This time in Spirit as a holy flame prophesied by Joel, validated by Peter, and witnessed by over 3,000 who were baptized by water and fire that day. John Wesley had an experience where he knew in his warmed heart, that Christ had died for his sins, "even mine" he said, and he was given an assurance of it. His sin was God's problem. And God took care of it in Jesus. And the Holy Spirit of LOVE that came into his heart with an assurance of faith was proof that God had dealt with his sin.<br /><br />Forgiveness. Assurance. Faith. Love. The problem was more than solved.<br /><br />I cannot do what only God can do.<br /><br />But I am thinking about cutting a piece of carpet from the closet to replace the section where a black spot is.<br /><br />In due time. --kk<br /><br />"<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Just as I am, and waiting not,&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">to rid my soul of one dark blot</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">to thee whose blood can cleanse each spot!&nbsp;</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">O Lamb of God, I come, I come"</span></div> Novels, Trust, and ER visits https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/novels-trust-and-er-visits/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:ca93ecfb-f854-734d-3ceb-34ba06c07663 Sat, 08 Jun 2019 11:37:33 -0400 For some, trust is as easy as breathing. For others, trust is like trying to suck air into their lungs while in the middle of an asthma attack. I am the second one. I know the verses on trust. I can sing &#8220;Trust and Obey&#8221; in two languages. I trust God. I also have a &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/novels-trust-and-er-visits/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Novels, Trust, and ER&#160;visits</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1218" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/novels-trust-and-er-visits/trust-1418901_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,480" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 5&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.12&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00049800796812749&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="trust-1418901_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1218 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=527&#038;h=395" alt="trust-1418901_640" width="527" height="395" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=527&amp;h=395 527w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=113 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=225 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/trust-1418901_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 527px) 100vw, 527px" /></p> <p>For some, trust is as easy as breathing. For others, trust is like trying to suck air into their lungs while in the middle of an asthma attack.</p> <p>I am the second one.</p> <p>I know the verses on trust. I can sing &#8220;Trust and Obey&#8221; in two languages. I trust God.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1219" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/novels-trust-and-er-visits/religious-316272_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS REBEL T3i&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;146&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="religious-316272_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1219 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=332&#038;h=221" alt="religious-316272_640" width="332" height="221" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=332&amp;h=221 332w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/religious-316272_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 332px) 100vw, 332px" />I also have a very bad habit of offering God advice on what would or would not be a good thing to happen. Although Jesus ended His sentence on God&#8217;s will being done with a period, I preferred another form of punctuation there.</p> <p>&#8220;Your will be done &#8212; but don&#8217;t let it be this.&#8221; Of course, commas also made their appearance. &#8220;Your will be done, and please let Your will be this.&#8221;</p> <p>I just couldn&#8217;t bring myself to insert a period there. That tiny dot of punctuation that denotes a full stop. No extras. No advice.</p> <p>I finally reached the point where I knew God was telling me to trust. From the children&#8217;s lessons I&#8217;ve been writing with their lessons on fear and courage, to the words of &#8220;Trust and Obey&#8221; running through my head. The final straw was True to You by Becky Wade. Her heroine struggled to trust God, and I could see myself in that character. As if that book had been written just so God could point to it and say, &#8220;Do you see yourself in this character?&#8221; I did. So I prayed, and I told God I trusted Him. I prayed for His will in my life. Period. Full stop.</p> <p>Less than twenty-four hours later, an asthma doctor was telling me I needed to rush to the ER with the implication being that I was having a heart attack. This is not the typical ending when a character in a novel chooses to trust. Oddly, the thought of ending up in the ER had fluttered through my brain when I prayed for God&#8217;s will.<img data-attachment-id="1217" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/novels-trust-and-er-visits/heartbeat-163709_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,360" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="heartbeat-163709_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1217 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=363&#038;h=204" alt="heartbeat-163709_640" width="363" height="204" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=363&amp;h=204 363w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/heartbeat-163709_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 363px) 100vw, 363px" /></p> <p>Doctors and medicine are my kryptonite. I am the girl who left first aid class to pass out in the hallway. A visit to the ER was not on my top ten thousand places I would like to be. I was terrified, but over and over, I heard the word, &#8220;Trust.&#8221;</p> <p>Hours passed. Tests were done. Still, the word &#8220;trust&#8221; echoed through my mind. My worried mother wondered why her anti-medical daughter was laughing while hooked up to  heart monitor. Fortunately, I explained before she suggested I might need my head examined too.</p> <p>Thankfully, my heart is fine, although I do have the side effect of &#8220;Trust and Obey&#8221; playing on loop as I worry about upcoming medical bills.</p> <p>That&#8217;s okay though. I can always sing it in Portuguese if I get bored.</p> <p>&#8220;May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.&#8221;  Romans 15:13</p> <p>Have you ever struggled to trust?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> The Challenge of Christian Writing and Publishing https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/06/07/the-challenge-of-christian-writing-and-publishing/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:27aebe5e-3b62-fb99-beea-943da5d7ecbd Fri, 07 Jun 2019 22:09:05 -0400 It’s been an interesting challenge, this past school year, as I’ve taken on new classes (translate—learn what I need to teach and then figure out how to teach it) and gotten out of my comfort zone. But it has forced me to do some deep thinking about what I’m doing, why I’m doing it, and [&#8230;] The Story About D-Day You Don’t Know http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/06/05/the-story-about-d-day-you-dont-know/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:f4909eee-d350-c840-1f65-c19e65add132 Wed, 05 Jun 2019 13:29:03 -0400 <p>The story about D-Day you don&#8217;t know is told in film and book.  For ONE DAY ONLY, in honor of the 75th anniversary of D-Day in Normandy, the brand new film, The Girl Who Wore Freedom is available to view on June 6, 2019. Click HERE to watch the film in English or French. The Girl [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/06/05/the-story-about-d-day-you-dont-know/">The Story About D-Day You Don&#8217;t Know</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <h2 class="m_-2652745363798032037null"><span style="color: #52ac64;"><strong>The story about D-Day you don&#8217;t know is told in film and book. </strong></span></h2> <p>For ONE DAY ONLY, in honor of the 75th anniversary of D-Day in Normandy, the brand new film, <em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom </em>is available to view on June 6, 2019. Click <a href="http://normandystories.com/exclusive">HERE</a> to watch the film in English or French.</p> <p><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> is the bold and winsome story about a five-year-old French girl who was liberated by American troops on June 6, 1944. Her story, is the story of France, Normandy, and the American soldiers who risked everything to bring liberty. Every year for 75 years, three generations of the people of Sainte Marie du Mont celebrate freedom by expressing their continuing gratitude.</p> <p><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em>&#8216;s story is also told in this <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+freedom&amp;qid=1559755308&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1">brand new children&#8217;s picture book</a>. The book is available in English and – of course – French.</p> <p>Get your copy of <em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> in English <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+freedom&amp;qid=1559755308&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1">HERE.</a></p> <p>Get your copy of <em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> in French <a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_7?qid=1559755466&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-7&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">HERE.</a></p> <p>Find more true stories about D-Day told by French and Americans at <a href="https://www.normandystories.com/">Normandy Stories.</a></p> <p><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-7491 alignleft" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-150x150.jpg 150w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-66x66.jpg 66w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-100x100.jpg 100w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" /></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/06/05/the-story-about-d-day-you-dont-know/">The Story About D-Day You Don&#8217;t Know</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Mini Vacations https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/mini-vacations.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:7b3096cc-f8cf-49a4-c399-cee051c1fb93 Tue, 04 Jun 2019 13:05:14 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>A week of many outings. . .<br /><b>Memorial Day</b> we walked the many aisles of the Shipshewana flea market. It was a beauiful sunny day. We enjoyed it with Diane.<br /><br />A lovely bouquet of peonies welcomed us when we arrived back home. It took me all week to figure out who had left them. Thank you, Petey!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0UtPRvjKO8/XPXJ9Cwop0I/AAAAAAAAVf0/VyhDNpl17W4EW8RtDJdL9rqJAw2TWvvWACEwYBhgL/s1600/61835154_10100773819238456_8058808589600423936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="784" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0UtPRvjKO8/XPXJ9Cwop0I/AAAAAAAAVf0/VyhDNpl17W4EW8RtDJdL9rqJAw2TWvvWACEwYBhgL/s320/61835154_10100773819238456_8058808589600423936_n.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;<b>Tuesday </b>I met with another good friend to celebrate her 81 years, still looking lovely.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHbSiMk0XMc/XPVEe7pCQUI/AAAAAAAAVfY/66v1mFqn0aMLXHyuJSZcITDiNRx9ulSUQCEwYBhgL/s1600/61773084_10100773819527876_5641680366407254016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHbSiMk0XMc/XPVEe7pCQUI/AAAAAAAAVfY/66v1mFqn0aMLXHyuJSZcITDiNRx9ulSUQCEwYBhgL/s400/61773084_10100773819527876_5641680366407254016_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Michael, Team 1720 and friends were celebrating an open house for the only graduate this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElGOMEIimC8/XPaaw4Z-G3I/AAAAAAAAVgU/6WUDXwuO8KIERoPrwe_QC7edbd52_ZTkACLcBGAs/s1600/60115393_10161814716895652_6841972263617560576_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1068" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElGOMEIimC8/XPaaw4Z-G3I/AAAAAAAAVgU/6WUDXwuO8KIERoPrwe_QC7edbd52_ZTkACLcBGAs/s400/60115393_10161814716895652_6841972263617560576_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaylee McKee</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday </b>was our last tap class until we resume in August. Rebecca entertained herself by building and decorating her little corner. We rehearsed and recorded several routines, so that, hopefully, we can practice some during the summer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjeZSpgZCv0/XPVEa72dqLI/AAAAAAAAVfE/2F43LYvIs6E9rbmZHRWN7K_SNqPjq2elgCLcBGAs/s1600/61516334_10100773819502926_8454278685610999808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="683" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjeZSpgZCv0/XPVEa72dqLI/AAAAAAAAVfE/2F43LYvIs6E9rbmZHRWN7K_SNqPjq2elgCLcBGAs/s400/61516334_10100773819502926_8454278685610999808_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Thursday</b>, we'd talked about going out on the tandem after I got back from exercise class, but a sudden hail storm foiled our plans.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUdBrVJgPis/XPU9pKIngzI/AAAAAAAAVew/Czz3QT_wteUNXEDHch-ubs9XjONV75zmgCEwYBhgL/s1600/62007098_10100773768315506_3517267590504251392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUdBrVJgPis/XPU9pKIngzI/AAAAAAAAVew/Czz3QT_wteUNXEDHch-ubs9XjONV75zmgCEwYBhgL/s640/62007098_10100773768315506_3517267590504251392_n.jpg" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Friday</b>, a friend and I were going to visit Mother during ArtCare hours, however she had scheduling conflicts, and Michael happily joined in. We had a delightful time coloring alongside the elderly residents, and after were served a good and abundant meal in the Quiet Room next door. We hadn't known about that availability before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjwzjdDlxtY/XPXQGr9AJ5I/AAAAAAAAVgI/oGLyso4hq6gsbcYOKG9q9l3QhymuDD6rwCLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="848" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjwzjdDlxtY/XPXQGr9AJ5I/AAAAAAAAVgI/oGLyso4hq6gsbcYOKG9q9l3QhymuDD6rwCLcBGAs/s640/Mother%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The art teacher pointed out several of Mother's recent paintings that I had not seen yet. Here are three of the five.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRwBN7dAyn0/XPVEfd2kCTI/AAAAAAAAVfQ/6Q-wr7AwODEM6VB-ung1qZUbnoRJuRPpgCLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2527s%2B%2BSpring%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1355" data-original-width="1490" height="363" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRwBN7dAyn0/XPVEfd2kCTI/AAAAAAAAVfQ/6Q-wr7AwODEM6VB-ung1qZUbnoRJuRPpgCLcBGAs/s400/Mother%2527s%2B%2BSpring%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was another bright and sunny day so we took Mother outside to see all the lovely flowers and sit in the gazebo for a bit while we talked to Ivan out in Vegas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next we drove to Middlebury in Amish Country and strolled the streets and shops.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zOvHTdrYA0/XPWOgg7JlvI/AAAAAAAAVfk/TcBsT8BSwgwVXniS89X2PwLwyMr49ADygCLcBGAs/s1600/Middlebury%2Broles%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1494" height="321" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zOvHTdrYA0/XPWOgg7JlvI/AAAAAAAAVfk/TcBsT8BSwgwVXniS89X2PwLwyMr49ADygCLcBGAs/s400/Middlebury%2Broles%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Saturday</b>, I rose early to keep my paid-for commitment to run the National Trails Day 5K in Muncie.<br />I was happy to meet two people I knew, younger-than-me, obviously. We each won first place in our age/gender cateogory!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjzSwrSsX7U/XPVEfRkQsUI/AAAAAAAAVfY/lMMKrgLAOQk67aER7FHnC8P47rpjj-F3gCEwYBhgL/s1600/June%2B5K%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjzSwrSsX7U/XPVEfRkQsUI/AAAAAAAAVfY/lMMKrgLAOQk67aER7FHnC8P47rpjj-F3gCEwYBhgL/s640/June%2B5K%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />That afternoon, Michael had another outing planned, this time to a typical MidWest town festival--Dunkirk Glass Days. We watched glass ornament in the making, listened to country music, shared an ice cream cone, and simply enjoyed being together.<br /><br />Definitely a week of memory-making, rather than exploring memories from the past. However, all the travel time together allowed us to read or listen to a couple books that impacted our thinking. I've&nbsp; often heard that reading is essential to becoming a good writer. So, perhaps it was not a lost week.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/uycztiO4KVU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Pessimists, Optimists, and Realists https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/pessimists-optimists-and-realists/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:736ba932-d559-7d6d-a9dc-4d4c561ba09b Sat, 01 Jun 2019 12:35:32 -0400 There are three kinds of people in the world. 1.  Pessimists&#8211;they see the glass as half empty. 2. Optimists&#8211;they see the glass as half full. 3. Realists&#8211;they have an optimistic view of their own pessimism and put a lot more thought into the whole empty/full debate. For instance, a realist puts the glass debate into &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/pessimists-optimists-and-realists/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Pessimists, Optimists, and&#160;Realists</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1209" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/pessimists-optimists-and-realists/optimism-619018_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;4.5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D7100&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;80&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1000&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="optimism-619018_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1209 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=523&#038;h=348" alt="optimism-619018_640" width="523" height="348" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=523&amp;h=348 523w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/optimism-619018_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 523px) 100vw, 523px" /></p> <p>There are three kinds of people in the world.</p> <ol>1.  Pessimists&#8211;they see the glass as half empty.</ol> <ol>2. Optimists&#8211;they see the glass as half full.</ol> <ol>3. Realists&#8211;they have an optimistic view of their own pessimism and put a lot more thought into the whole empty/full debate.</ol> <p>For instance, a realist puts the glass debate into perspective.  If one is drinking from the glass, it is half empty.  If one is pouring into the glass, it is half full.</p> <p>However, even this is up for debate.  While drinking a milkshake I don&#8217;t want to end, I see the glass as half empty.  My dad&#8217;s apple shake was another matter.<img data-attachment-id="1210" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/pessimists-optimists-and-realists/smoothie-1610909_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg" data-orig-size="384,639" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="smoothie-1610909_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=180" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=384" class=" wp-image-1210 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=255&#038;h=424" alt="smoothie-1610909_640" width="255" height="424" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=255&amp;h=424 255w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=90&amp;h=150 90w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg?w=180&amp;h=300 180w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/smoothie-1610909_640-e1559406612146.jpg 384w" sizes="(max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px" /></p> <p>My family has always tried to eat healthy.  This has often included the addition of fruit drinks into our diet.  Notice I said fruit as in more than one kind.  This is a very important feature of fruit drinks.</p> <p>Years ago my mother had been called away to jury duty, and my dad was left home to do the homeschooling and feed his four daughters.  Wanting to be a good dad, he decided to make a fruit drink.  The only problem was that the only kind of fruit in the house was apples.</p> <p>Not to be deterred, my dad threw them into the blender and voila a healthy drink that tasted like warm, really bad applesauce.  The beverage also had the ability to multiply in the cup and never end.</p> <p>In that day as I struggled to down my apple drink, I realized a glass could be half full and it could be a very bad thing.</p> <p>However, as tastes are relative to people, some might see the milkshake as awful or my dad&#8217;s apple drink as a culinary masterpiece (if you do, visit the doctor for taste bud therapy).</p> <p>So one can just go back to the original idea of whether one is drinking or pouring as a way of determining full/empty relativity, but what happens if you enter the room and there is a half glass sitting on the counter?</p> <p>There is an exact mathematical formula to determine the answer.  First solve for Pi.  Next race around your house twenty times as fast as you can.  Divide the number of steps you took, by the time it took your breath to return to normal and multiply that by the first seven digits of Pi.  Look at the glass on the counter. <img data-attachment-id="1211" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/pessimists-optimists-and-realists/math-1500720_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,359" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="math-1500720_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1211 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=332&#038;h=186" alt="math-1500720_640" width="332" height="186" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=332&amp;h=186 332w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=168 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/math-1500720_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 332px) 100vw, 332px" /></p> <p>By this time, I guarantee you will be so thirsty you will drink the glass of water without caring about categorizing its fullness/emptiness.</p> <p>Okay, so that was a joke.  The real way to solve the problem is to get a cup out of the cupboard that is half the size of the glass on the counter.  Pour the liquid into the smaller cup and you now have a full glass and an empty glass.</p> <p>Making pessimists, optimists, and realists happy enough to toast each other with apple shakes.</p> <p>But I wouldn&#8217;t recommend it.</p> <p>Are you a pessimist, optimist or realist?</p> Birthdays and more https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/05/birthdays-and-more.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fa69c0c3-3eee-7a79-56a6-5fe55bf38731 Tue, 28 May 2019 15:21:48 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The irises are in bloom. I brought in the ones beaten down by the rain. It has been a long wet season. Mowing is nearly impossible - the mower has been stuck multiple times and sits there immobilized even now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sc_VBEQCkM/XOyY8yZ2P5I/AAAAAAAAVdE/HDUQUSV9HH8sgRUgU5lX1YaGqCsMHQo2ACLcBGAs/s1600/thumbnail_20190527_101450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="232" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sc_VBEQCkM/XOyY8yZ2P5I/AAAAAAAAVdE/HDUQUSV9HH8sgRUgU5lX1YaGqCsMHQo2ACLcBGAs/s320/thumbnail_20190527_101450.jpg" width="217" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This borrowed photo reminds me of the tap routine we"Dancin' Divas" are working on--"Singin' in the Rain." And also tells me that we can find joy even in unpleasant or difficult situations.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieg9UvDuz3M/XOyeMSL3ZJI/AAAAAAAAVdk/9ORaRhnDdPcA9atrfFl5KjVyWnmL7nN3wCLcBGAs/s1600/FB_IMG_1558816960145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1081" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieg9UvDuz3M/XOyeMSL3ZJI/AAAAAAAAVdk/9ORaRhnDdPcA9atrfFl5KjVyWnmL7nN3wCLcBGAs/s400/FB_IMG_1558816960145.jpg" width="270" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Holidays, birthdays, and home messes, don't leave much time for focused writing. On the other hand, these life events are bunched together which allows for greater efficiency. Deal with them all at once and then get back to work.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">This week was bookended by our 75th birthdays. I am eight days older than Michael. Lovely greetings kept coming in over several days, and the celebrating included a lovely Monday morning breakfast at a favorite local eatery--The Bridge.</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">My friend does not want to be photographed, so her head was cut off intentionally. I wanted you to see her exquisite art. She paints sea shells and makes pendants and pins.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-RHQmpXHA/XOyY_XRgTxI/AAAAAAAAVdI/zJ3MsU-5B9UywHKE9wOVJryZZ6AOFDfdwCLcBGAs/s1600/thumbnail_20190520_092845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-RHQmpXHA/XOyY_XRgTxI/AAAAAAAAVdI/zJ3MsU-5B9UywHKE9wOVJryZZ6AOFDfdwCLcBGAs/s640/thumbnail_20190520_092845.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was a week of school endings. Our little great granddaughter Rebecca graduated from pre-school.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpCrSveg4vU/XOyeD0FlWBI/AAAAAAAAVdc/BcmxP0Jt6qc4o5fywaASXQROtTU5oIW3wCLcBGAs/s1600/Rebecca%2BKK%2BgraduationCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1207" data-original-width="1600" height="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpCrSveg4vU/XOyeD0FlWBI/AAAAAAAAVdc/BcmxP0Jt6qc4o5fywaASXQROtTU5oIW3wCLcBGAs/s640/Rebecca%2BKK%2BgraduationCollage.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Elijah's eighth grade celebrated with a formal dance.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGcvdt64qjo/XOyePLLq1wI/AAAAAAAAVdo/L1SLIbihivIUFlH1nHwqB7zK-4iiRmR6wCLcBGAs/s1600/FB_IMG_1558749725557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGcvdt64qjo/XOyePLLq1wI/AAAAAAAAVdo/L1SLIbihivIUFlH1nHwqB7zK-4iiRmR6wCLcBGAs/s400/FB_IMG_1558749725557.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Saturday we had a May-birthdays pool party. Stephan worked long and hard all week to repair a leak and get the pool up and running in time for the weekend. A brief break in the weather allowed for a wonderful family celebration.&nbsp;It was a delight to see the young folk enjoy themselves in the water.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U2c5ivak-k/XOyfmBGRdtI/AAAAAAAAVeA/obBcDVENhAwOVgIVXxKPaCMQPLBguZ2KwCLcBGAs/s1600/thumbnail_20190525_171829_resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="444" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U2c5ivak-k/XOyfmBGRdtI/AAAAAAAAVeA/obBcDVENhAwOVgIVXxKPaCMQPLBguZ2KwCLcBGAs/s640/thumbnail_20190525_171829_resized.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buO6oiVBLcA/XOyftbp9XbI/AAAAAAAAVeE/uPE0-eFqiJAABCy1P6yTZmUs8e5efJddQCLcBGAs/s1600/thumbnail_20190525_202321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="444" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buO6oiVBLcA/XOyftbp9XbI/AAAAAAAAVeE/uPE0-eFqiJAABCy1P6yTZmUs8e5efJddQCLcBGAs/s640/thumbnail_20190525_202321.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We planned the event to include a send-off for my nephew, Daniel (front left), who is moving to Portland, Oregon, in a couple weeks. Malachi also reported on his cross cultural experience in Philadelphia. And my youngest brother, Alan, rode in later on his motorcyle. Overall a wonderful evening.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>25 de mayo </i>is also a very important patriotic holiday in Argentina, so I played the national anthem on my cell phone and sang along with&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/850362148346079/videos/1639617896087163/UzpfSTg1MDM2MjE0ODM0NjA3OTpWSzoxNjM5NjE3ODk2MDg3MTYz/" style="text-align: center;">El Himno Nacional Argentino</a>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The next day there was a BIG event going on in Indianapolis. Michael had purchased tickets as a belated birthday gift for Stephan.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOL2LVvwUX4/XOyeD0YreYI/AAAAAAAAVd4/M84Fq9RDwW07YEKeaS5NIrrCEs4pgJ_pACEwYBhgL/s1600/Indy%2B500%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1371" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOL2LVvwUX4/XOyeD0YreYI/AAAAAAAAVd4/M84Fq9RDwW07YEKeaS5NIrrCEs4pgJ_pACEwYBhgL/s640/Indy%2B500%2BCollage.jpg" width="548" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is Stephan's perspective:</span></span><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">Yesterday my dad (</span><a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1340094155&amp;extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARBjXqGqa54FXmOSiCkZwelgnhsOBZXpT5zsBlfJ9TERxDm1FAYkVlZmxwrwGQdaP_safh-Dd5DueM26%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/mike.koch.733?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&amp;eid=ARBjXqGqa54FXmOSiCkZwelgnhsOBZXpT5zsBlfJ9TERxDm1FAYkVlZmxwrwGQdaP_safh-Dd5DueM26&amp;fref=mentions" style="background-color: white; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;">Mike Koch</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">) turned 75 so they had a big party for him in Indy and 350,000 people came. Also, they figured since there were so many people there to celebrate my dad’s birthday they might as well celebrate the fact that he’s a Veteran and they had him stand up for it. Also, some of the people who came had some really fast cars so they decided to have a race. Some French guy won but the American made him work for it. Happy Birthday, Dad!</span></i>&nbsp;</span></blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">Can you believe that after that long day, these guys stayed up&nbsp;</span>until midnight to&nbsp;<span style="font-family: inherit;">watch the replay of the Indianapolis 500 ?!</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/np6EGbwL4Wg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Pileated https://onflesherpond.com/2019/05/27/the-pileated/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:16c0f11a-4bf2-8697-73a1-d3e2afb17d2f Mon, 27 May 2019 06:50:18 -0400 “Sam! Come. Now. Pileated!” I cupped my hand around my mouth in the direction of the bedroom door hoping the big bird wouldn’t be startled. From my desk window, I saw it land on the bench seat Sam had made from the five trunks of the cedar which he had cut down. Often, we hear &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/05/27/the-pileated/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Pileated</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>“Sam! Come. Now. Pileated!” I cupped my hand around my mouth in the direction of the bedroom door hoping the big bird wouldn’t be startled. From my desk window, I saw it land on the bench seat Sam had made from the five trunks of the cedar which he had cut down. </p> <p>Often, we hear the bird drumming in the woods, and sometimes see it flash by. Once, walking back to the house down the long drive, I saw the pair fly over my head. I stopped, held my breath, and gazed. Seeing the bird settle on the little bench not fifty feet from the house allowed us to watch at leisure.</p> <p>Sam came at a trot. I pointed. The woodpecker hopped off the bench to the trunk, not a foot from the ground, and pecked while we stared. Sam went back to the kitchen for the binoculars. The bird hopped down to the ground and began to dip his head over and over. </p> <p>“It must be eating ants,” I said. “Remember the ant hill at the base of that cedar?” Mesmerized, we observed and whispered. Ah, the wonder of nature.</p> <p>We had been packing the teardrop camper and our suitcases to spend four days hiking in the Cumberland Gap National Historic Park, which runs 19 miles across the state lines of Kentucky and Virginia. On the way we stopped near the Red River Gorge in Kentucky, which has over 100 natural limestone arches, and hiked a mile up to Natural Bridge Arch. Before we got to the top I panted, clutched my chest and said, “You go on without me. I think I’m done.”</p> <p>He paused, looked over a small ridge and said, “While you rest, I think I’ll see what’s over there.”</p> <p>I wondered how long he would be. An hour? Until dark? Tomorrow morning? How many pioneer women had thought the same and were left waiting, not knowing when or if her man would return?</p> <p>It occurs to me that I haven’t described Sam’s appearance. He leads with his handsome, artist’s hands. I say you can trust a man with hands like his. He is a writer, a draftsman, a scientist, a gentle soul. As he clambered back around the rock to the narrow path, he mentioned <em>The Last of the Mohicans</em> and said, “This looks like a cliff face where Hawkeye, Chingachgook, and Uncas just left camp.”</p> <p>We daily quote movie lines to each other. I remembered the men leading the girls to the cave under the waterfall, and shouted Hawkeye’s line to Cora, “You stay alive! I will find you!” </p> <p>Sam raised his voice and quoted, “Submit, do you hear?” Then he said to me, “That’s what all women need to hear.” </p> <p>I choked and spluttered my water bottle all down my shirt. Sam is a gentleman to the core and he’s nothing if not sympathetic to a woman’s perspective. Telling me to submit would be the last thing out of his mouth. Laughing made me ready to try again, and we plodded on and upward.</p> <p>We made it to the top and stood on the 65-foot wide limestone arch and viewed the valley below. The vista was breathtaking, a good climb worth the effort. </p> <p>On the way down we heard a pileated, and talked again about the one in the front yard. “What do you suppose ‘pileated’ means,” I asked.</p> <p>Sam got out his magic pocket computer and read &#8212; “having a crest covering the <em>pileum</em> (from the Latin meaning ‘felt cap’), the top of a bird’s head from the bill to the nape.”</p> <p>Good for me to know, and for all my inquisitive readers.</p> The Girl Who Wore Freedom http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/05/25/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:8b7e4b7c-0a74-715a-d338-6bb79e178675 Sat, 25 May 2019 13:21:53 -0400 <p>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old on June 6, 1944, when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established Utah Beach near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story: On the day I was born, France was free. My mother named me Danielle and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made. [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/05/25/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr"><strong>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">June 6, 1944,</a> when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Utah Beach</a> near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story:</strong></p> <p dir="ltr">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky  filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em>“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em>C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <p><strong>In time for Memorial Day and D-Day, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom, </a>including original photos, is available. </strong></p> <p><strong>Get your copy <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a>.</strong></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2"><img src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg" width="322" height="436" data-file-id="6073577" data-cke-saved-src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg" /></a></p> <p><strong><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> is also available <a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">in French</a>. </strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">Get your copy of La Fille En Robe Liberté HERE</a></strong></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/05/25/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Lady, the Weather, and the Wardrobe https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:ea635fab-d1b4-daa4-a762-65afd2527c5c Sat, 25 May 2019 09:18:50 -0400 The problem with spring in the Midwest is one can never be entirely certain what to wear. One might start off in a parka, change into a sundress, and then race for rubber boots and a rain coat &#8212; all within the space of an hour. No matter how one dresses, it&#8217;s almost guaranteed that &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Lady, the Weather, and the&#160;Wardrobe</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1197" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/wild-flowers-571940_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,283" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="wild-flowers-571940_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1197 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg?w=665" alt="wild-flowers-571940_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/wild-flowers-571940_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>The problem with spring in the Midwest is one can never be entirely certain what to wear. One might start off in a parka, change into a sundress, and then race for rubber boots and a rain coat &#8212; all within the space of an hour.</p> <p>No matter how one dresses, it&#8217;s almost guaranteed that at some point in the day, one will be wearing the wrong thing. The weather loves to trick people. Put on a sweater since the weather is cold and rainy, temperatures will soar to the eighties. Wear a sundress on a sunny morning, and teeth will chatter before the day is through.</p> <p>The weather is essentially the mean kid in school who always pulled people&#8217;s chairs out from under them.</p> <p>Leaving the house for a day requires packing to cover any and all possible weather eventualities. Forget the survival kits of winter with handwarmers and MREs, spring survival kits must include both hand warmers and ice packs, swimsuits and emergency blankets, wool hats and sun visors.<img data-attachment-id="1201" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/womens-clothing-3625190_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png" data-orig-size="640,445" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="womens-clothing-3625190_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=640" class=" wp-image-1201 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=305&#038;h=212" alt="womens-clothing-3625190_640.png" width="305" height="212" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=305&amp;h=212 305w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=610&amp;h=424 610w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=150&amp;h=104 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/womens-clothing-3625190_640.png?w=300&amp;h=209 300w" sizes="(max-width: 305px) 100vw, 305px" /></p> <p>By the time one gathers all the variety of clothing articles that might be needed, Midwesterners end up heading to U-Haul in order to have enough space to transport everything.</p> <p>For me, a non-native, the worst part of Midwest springs is the danger of tornadoes. After a childhood spent watching <em>The Wizard of Oz</em>, I absorbed the terror of being carried away by the spinning wind, but I was too practical to believe that I might end up in a magical land wearing ruby slippers.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1202" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg" data-orig-size="492,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=231" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=492" class=" wp-image-1202 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=176&#038;h=229" alt="the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640" width="176" height="229" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=176&amp;h=229 176w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=352&amp;h=458 352w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=115&amp;h=150 115w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/the-wizard-of-oz-516687_640.jpg?w=231&amp;h=300 231w" sizes="(max-width: 176px) 100vw, 176px" />Not that I have room for ruby slippers in the U-Haul anyway. I threw them out in favor of rubber boots, sandals, and snow shoes.</p> <p>I suppose the best option to deal with the weather is to embrace the uncertainty. Whoever invented those pants that zip off into shorts probably lived in the Midwest. I&#8217;ve always wondered though what one does with the pant legs one has just zipped off. My purse barely has room for my phone let alone pant legs. What about someone who doesn&#8217;t carry a purse? Do they drape them over their shoulders? Stuff them in their pockets? Create earrings out of them? I mean, seriously, if we can&#8217;t even keep track of socks how are we going to keep track of pant legs?</p> <p>Entire mystery novels could be written on the subject.  <span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">And while mismatched socks might cause some face reddening, imagine mismatched pant legs!<img data-attachment-id="1203" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/the-lady-the-weather-and-the-wardrobe/socks-306249_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png" data-orig-size="640,575" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="socks-306249_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=640" class=" wp-image-1203 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=268&#038;h=241" alt="socks-306249_640" width="268" height="241" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=268&amp;h=241 268w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=536&amp;h=482 536w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=150&amp;h=135 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/socks-306249_640.png?w=300&amp;h=270 300w" sizes="(max-width: 268px) 100vw, 268px" /></span></p> <p>Yet for all the griping Midwesterners might do about the weather uncertainty, pretty much everything in life is uncertain. Before my family moved to Brazil, we faced many decisions with the phrase, &#8220;Well, if we move to Brazil&#8230;.&#8221; After moving to Brazil, the phrase morphed into, &#8220;Well, if we get our permanent visa&#8230;.&#8221; And today, decisions still come with questions attached.</p> <p>Which is why the one true certainty in life is a comfort&#8230;</p> <p>&#8220;Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.&#8221; Hebrews 13:8</p> <p>Has the weather ever tricked you?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Good news / Bad news https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/05/good-news-bad-news.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:638395b8-014f-a776-a612-880c8a8e6f62 Tue, 21 May 2019 17:39:53 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">THE GOOD</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Beautiful May flowers and the sweet fragrance of the lily of the valleys permeating the air.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZn6Ne0TdAg/XOQHdNFGR2I/AAAAAAAAVa8/lg5_6A_TLyM89d6bKRDtDmMPYMRn7EmdACLcBGAs/s1600/60612667_10100767033362406_4775455986167054336_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="506" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZn6Ne0TdAg/XOQHdNFGR2I/AAAAAAAAVa8/lg5_6A_TLyM89d6bKRDtDmMPYMRn7EmdACLcBGAs/s320/60612667_10100767033362406_4775455986167054336_n.png" width="316" /></a></div><br />--The lovely keepsake box Sam made made me for Mother's Day.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9JJX5fas_M/XOQHtUgJToI/AAAAAAAAVbY/Glxygs264ew4TnmIyjnlSuhP0dp9ZTPSQCLcBGAs/s1600/60604867_10100764866110596_3981979723331796992_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="960" height="227" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9JJX5fas_M/XOQHtUgJToI/AAAAAAAAVbY/Glxygs264ew4TnmIyjnlSuhP0dp9ZTPSQCLcBGAs/s320/60604867_10100764866110596_3981979723331796992_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />--The Mother's Day tea at Grace Village featuring the Apron Lady's stories, songs, and dozens of her treasured aprons. (Judy and I were in Grace College together 50+ years ago.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys_cBaYPA5M/XOQIsvJTNqI/AAAAAAAAVbw/bD1GrLZLyWg9LbI51pGqcmdvPlxzx73-QCLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2BTea%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys_cBaYPA5M/XOQIsvJTNqI/AAAAAAAAVbw/bD1GrLZLyWg9LbI51pGqcmdvPlxzx73-QCLcBGAs/s640/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2BTea%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The Wild Trees tutorial two of us enjoyed during art club.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJLfboK4vN0/XOQHdXiU7BI/AAAAAAAAVbc/UtbUPVVysIYkaG7IikSO1ynJV30BmPYZQCEwYBhgL/s1600/60662988_10100767279214716_5536661836130156544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="683" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJLfboK4vN0/XOQHdXiU7BI/AAAAAAAAVbc/UtbUPVVysIYkaG7IikSO1ynJV30BmPYZQCEwYBhgL/s320/60662988_10100767279214716_5536661836130156544_n.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The WhatsApp chats with a couple friends I grew up with in Argentina, and photos of their children. Sadly, Julio's daughter (far right) passed away a year ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yujVdbuimWE/XOQHebMwiPI/AAAAAAAAVbg/r7zlObrms5kl8PV8lYR4dt2djTo7YCJgQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Siblings%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="1600" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yujVdbuimWE/XOQHebMwiPI/AAAAAAAAVbg/r7zlObrms5kl8PV8lYR4dt2djTo7YCJgQCEwYBhgL/s640/Siblings%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The successful completion of sophomore year for Moriah and her friend! Here they are pointing to the culprit. Elaine had to pospone her trip home to Minnesota and spend the night here due to a faulty tire. Thankfully Michael and our friends at Upland Tire were able to find her a good replacement.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SBnPKCdvUc/XOQHc3GtP9I/AAAAAAAAVbk/_aQR2hTSmoIFmW_a80rlNlOHs_PS6Q8LgCEwYBhgL/s1600/60484600_10100767033502126_5600681523427672064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="824" height="261" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SBnPKCdvUc/XOQHc3GtP9I/AAAAAAAAVbk/_aQR2hTSmoIFmW_a80rlNlOHs_PS6Q8LgCEwYBhgL/s400/60484600_10100767033502126_5600681523427672064_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Elijah's well-done speech -- "<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Addiction- jail/prison or treatment?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">&nbsp;"&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sm1u1bp9KM/XORexTFQ8JI/AAAAAAAAVcg/9H_1Nm4hP10Lj7SOzzDR-KlNK3aXvEjkQCEwYBhgL/s1600/60788155_10216640648621696_5036656629886484480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sm1u1bp9KM/XORexTFQ8JI/AAAAAAAAVcg/9H_1Nm4hP10Lj7SOzzDR-KlNK3aXvEjkQCEwYBhgL/s320/60788155_10216640648621696_5036656629886484480_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--A great hike at Mounds State Park with a new Meet-up group--old and young from near and far.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA_UMz51ZA4/XORYG7E96RI/AAAAAAAAVcM/jX2sCPImTxA7QXpc3vauiTuWdpYSN5KMACEwYBhgL/s1600/highres_481459681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA_UMz51ZA4/XORYG7E96RI/AAAAAAAAVcM/jX2sCPImTxA7QXpc3vauiTuWdpYSN5KMACEwYBhgL/s400/highres_481459681.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And delicious smores at the end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVDivOe_3zA/XOQHeEBCV0I/AAAAAAAAVbk/D4skFGOq9SwYSOo7x0ziHTtGfl-6Gvk5ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Mounds%2Bhike%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVDivOe_3zA/XOQHeEBCV0I/AAAAAAAAVbk/D4skFGOq9SwYSOo7x0ziHTtGfl-6Gvk5ACEwYBhgL/s640/Mounds%2Bhike%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of the new friends had extra tickets to the Taylor University commencement and invited me to go with her!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">--A birthday wish fulfilled, the privilege to experience a wonderful graduation ceremony, hear VP Mike Pence speak, and hug one of the graduates who helped me set up my author page and website!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OXLvpYJiLg/XOQHdjHFMuI/AAAAAAAAVbc/5OiwzsIepR8kzsQ0tpYlZ-48L_v3vQjfwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Commencement%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OXLvpYJiLg/XOQHdjHFMuI/AAAAAAAAVbc/5OiwzsIepR8kzsQ0tpYlZ-48L_v3vQjfwCEwYBhgL/s640/Commencement%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With my new friend Patty, the golden ticket, the commencement crowd and speaker, Aubree DeVisser!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The last chapter I wrote included memories of my second birthday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOm6mWGhEWE/XOQKiqYy3QI/AAAAAAAAVb8/cTWHVOGcjv8w38OJ4YwgWOySN_YSQ-fSACLcBGAs/s1600/Rita%2B2%2Bbd%2Bgift.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="639" height="294" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOm6mWGhEWE/XOQKiqYy3QI/AAAAAAAAVb8/cTWHVOGcjv8w38OJ4YwgWOySN_YSQ-fSACLcBGAs/s320/Rita%2B2%2Bbd%2Bgift.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">THE BAD&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a week! Our house is in terrible disarray:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The refrigerator stopped working a week ago. Michael ordered three different parts in succession. Each attempt to repair it failed. Last night we purchased a new fridge which will arrive Friday. Meanwhile we make do with styrofoam coolers and frozen juice bottles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--My laptop also stopped working. The Geek Squad was unable to repair it and are sending it back to the manufacturer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--The kitchen sink drain was blocked for a couple days until we were able to purchase an auger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--As prearranged, our main living room furniture, the sectional, was picked up to be reupholstered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--One of the recently acquired bee hives died out or disappeared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, as we look back, we must conclude the good outweighed the bad. Wouldn't you say?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had two interesting visitors, not necessarily good or bad--a racoon that came up to the back door and looked in (no photo), and a critter by our front door! That's life in the woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDKTeZoBwj4/XOQHdf0ZpII/AAAAAAAAVbg/-27eLjMTcNEFihYxHOpC4COrs7RLGbhkACEwYBhgL/s1600/20190516_161103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDKTeZoBwj4/XOQHdf0ZpII/AAAAAAAAVbg/-27eLjMTcNEFihYxHOpC4COrs7RLGbhkACEwYBhgL/s320/20190516_161103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/LrM8VKoOX8Y" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Milking It https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/milking-it/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:674cd2c6-6eac-73c6-e91f-6b68418ccef1 Sat, 18 May 2019 08:13:35 -0400 Milk is such a part of most people&#8217;s diets that it stars in quite a few adages. From not crying over spilled milk to milking something for all it is worth, this white beverage is also mentioned in the Bible multiple times. My family has always been a 2% family. Whole milk is simply too &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/milking-it/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Milking It</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1191" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/milking-it/milk-518067_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,505" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D5100&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;40&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;400&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="milk-518067_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1191 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=559&#038;h=441" alt="milk-518067_640" width="559" height="441" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=559&amp;h=441 559w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=118 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=237 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/milk-518067_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 559px) 100vw, 559px" /></p> <p>Milk is such a part of most people&#8217;s diets that it stars in quite a few adages. From not crying over spilled milk to milking something for all it is worth, this white beverage is also mentioned in the Bible multiple times.</p> <p>My family has always been a 2% family. Whole milk is simply too thick and skim milk is colored water. We can survive on 1%, but give us 2% and we&#8217;ll celebrate your milk of human kindness.</p> <p>When we first moved to Brazil, milk didn&#8217;t grace the dairy shelves in the grocery store. Instead, we found it sitting in boxes on an unrefrigerated shelf. These cartons looked like juice boxes but had no hole to make opening easier. <img data-attachment-id="1192" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/milking-it/box-305088_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png" data-orig-size="438,552" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="box-305088_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=238" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=438" class=" wp-image-1192 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=172&#038;h=216" alt="box-305088_640" width="172" height="216" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=172&amp;h=216 172w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=344&amp;h=432 344w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=119&amp;h=150 119w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/box-305088_640-e1558107286105.png?w=238&amp;h=300 238w" sizes="(max-width: 172px) 100vw, 172px" />Instead, one had to cut one&#8217;s way inside the foil-lined box by prying up the folded down flaps and cutting a bigger hole on one side and a smaller hole on the other.</p> <p>A too small hole made pouring milk a marathon adventure, and a too large hole left your carton erupting into a fountain. The worst thing about opening a new box of this shelf-stable milk was pouring out the room temperature beverage. There is something disturbing about lukewarm milk on one&#8217;s cereal.</p> <p>And pouring a tall glass of milk for enjoyment or to dunk one&#8217;s cookies didn&#8217;t really cross our minds.</p> <p>After we moved to the northern part of Brazil, we lived on a cattle ranch. The owners kindly gave us  buckets of milk. We said thank you and made cheese since the milk tasted so different than what we were used to.</p> <p>Eventually, my mother came up with the beverage that most closely resembled American milk &#8212; by using powdered milk.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1193" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/milking-it/cereal-1262202_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;ILCE-6000&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;55&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="cereal-1262202_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1193 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=215&#038;h=143" alt="cereal-1262202_640" width="215" height="143" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=215&amp;h=143 215w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=430&amp;h=286 430w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/cereal-1262202_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px" />Now, people might scoff at the idea that powdered milk could create a taste of home, but they have probably never been exposed to the delight that is lukewarm, boxed milk. By combining two different levels of fat content, blending well, and chilling in the refrigerator, we were once again able to enjoy milk on our cereal &#8212; which we also had to make since cereal was rare and expensive.</p> <p>I now live where &#8220;normal&#8221; milk is easy to come by, but sometimes, I remind myself to pause and be grateful.</p> <p>And then enjoy my glass of cold milk.</p> <p>&#8220;Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation.&#8221;  I Peter 2:2</p> <p>Do you enjoy milk?</p> Rosie, posies, and more https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/05/rosie-posies-and-more.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:46d7a487-1730-6688-3888-1f4c9008f94f Tue, 14 May 2019 23:47:06 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The greening of spring has happened. Warmer weather peaks through the rain.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGvfRPeAzrI/XNoc8tp_dbI/AAAAAAAAVZo/jxf1X87T41ARt6LzxiZBvz39i8jC8e-qACLcBGAs/s1600/59829065_10100762943628266_528955282978504704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGvfRPeAzrI/XNoc8tp_dbI/AAAAAAAAVZo/jxf1X87T41ARt6LzxiZBvz39i8jC8e-qACLcBGAs/s400/59829065_10100762943628266_528955282978504704_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A variety of seasonal blossoms come and go in the woods around us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday evenings when Mike is at robotics I sometimes follow a live watercolor tutorial. This week it helped me come up with a truckload of fake flowers which I can personalize and give as graduation cards.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t90E6iyHvJQ/XNoc8Sw7j1I/AAAAAAAAVaY/q41EWkoz-UkL_hZFNWkYKOm8XHfl4Z5JQCEwYBhgL/s1600/59776685_10100762727246896_776887106273280000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="960" height="270" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t90E6iyHvJQ/XNoc8Sw7j1I/AAAAAAAAVaY/q41EWkoz-UkL_hZFNWkYKOm8XHfl4Z5JQCEwYBhgL/s320/59776685_10100762727246896_776887106273280000_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The happiest surprise of that day, however, was to hear my dear cousin's voice on Moody Radio!<br /><a href="https://www.moodyradio.org/programs/chris-fabry-live/2019/05/2019.05.07-50-years-of-rosie/?fbclid=IwAR0jdV1JN0OuUZNt4QCmju4pSalb25Eg9-ct8Tj72lJQ-2w-0sSRlpbXQVs">50 Years of Rosie</a>&nbsp;on Chris Fabry Live was a program to honor her, Dr. Rosalie de Rosset, and reflect on her five decades of teaching. Many called in and shared how their lives had been impacted through her caring influence. Rosie also shared what she had learned and experienced. It was a very touching well deserved tribute, and happened to be on her birthday!<br /><br />I, on the other hand, received a gift that far outweighed the service given--one hour interpreting for a Spanish speaking family at a parent-teacher conference.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_LjMDSxqG4/XNoc9-cY4yI/AAAAAAAAVaY/bVbpjEE1qk4422gxEDWI2A64RBDPAtzlwCEwYBhgL/s1600/59900108_10100762943548426_7786112173855473664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_LjMDSxqG4/XNoc9-cY4yI/AAAAAAAAVaY/bVbpjEE1qk4422gxEDWI2A64RBDPAtzlwCEwYBhgL/s320/59900108_10100762943548426_7786112173855473664_n.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><br />A favorite little visitor spent some time with us Thursday. We colored together, read books, or at least looked at the pictures.<br />If at all possible this <i>abuela</i>&nbsp;likes to include a Rebecca sighting in the weekly blog post.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKOADACxqmc/XNoc93QTQYI/AAAAAAAAVaU/wgT-O9R_YV8dvgK78D7dHj9YGVmVXYw6wCEwYBhgL/s1600/59966580_10100762943518486_1088079915187699712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="649" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKOADACxqmc/XNoc93QTQYI/AAAAAAAAVaU/wgT-O9R_YV8dvgK78D7dHj9YGVmVXYw6wCEwYBhgL/s640/59966580_10100762943518486_1088079915187699712_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keeping her distance from a little creature, lest it jump on her, ha!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A bit later <i>abuelo</i>&nbsp;and I joined one other member of our little art club nd painted bluebirds. I inserted/framed our two using scrapbooking pages. I kinda like how they turned out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9nqNmo9WA4/XNoc-veeb4I/AAAAAAAAVaY/iUugVkbNjwQrM8P2g1DboSn837zvqmtNACEwYBhgL/s1600/60350443_10100764037825486_521359302603046912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="892" height="197" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9nqNmo9WA4/XNoc-veeb4I/AAAAAAAAVaY/iUugVkbNjwQrM8P2g1DboSn837zvqmtNACEwYBhgL/s400/60350443_10100764037825486_521359302603046912_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah can't wait to get back to art club after the end of the month when her schedule opens up again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, meanwhile, and as a special mother/daughter activity we attended another Painting with Laura session at The Bridge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mzXtiV_Cdg/XNoc8gu0lBI/AAAAAAAAVaI/iYGZ1MutYVUukHfUSQTxKjtoc-DsRohBQCEwYBhgL/s1600/59872876_2296619923944943_921419876839456768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mzXtiV_Cdg/XNoc8gu0lBI/AAAAAAAAVaI/iYGZ1MutYVUukHfUSQTxKjtoc-DsRohBQCEwYBhgL/s640/59872876_2296619923944943_921419876839456768_n.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah amazes us all with her speed and style. We were the first to leave, again. I decided to finish mine at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvbvjnZYKLs/XNoc91bDC3I/AAAAAAAAVaM/U-Qz26aj9Ow99Gy36nBPgzNNDIofpdK7gCEwYBhgL/s1600/59960266_10100762943428666_122340416849707008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="907" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvbvjnZYKLs/XNoc91bDC3I/AAAAAAAAVaM/U-Qz26aj9Ow99Gy36nBPgzNNDIofpdK7gCEwYBhgL/s400/59960266_10100762943428666_122340416849707008_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I added words and more and gave it to Mother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCNJ-gs2z-A/XNuILzg9ThI/AAAAAAAAVag/n6_HD49cUE43OQsJXDUjJAGKhZr0sNcbACLcBGAs/s1600/60461367_10100764654429806_8527032755840614400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="744" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCNJ-gs2z-A/XNuILzg9ThI/AAAAAAAAVag/n6_HD49cUE43OQsJXDUjJAGKhZr0sNcbACLcBGAs/s320/60461367_10100764654429806_8527032755840614400_n.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was a huge day for Michael. Madjax hosted a big STEAM exhibit. PhyXTGears had a large presence at the event. The team set up their pit and displayed several of the robots. They also ran a variety of games and activities. From all the photos I could tell it was a success!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iujH75oScdc/XNoc-JJHzFI/AAAAAAAAVaY/Vx4cIIrIFjE6vBWeuOIGtjieFkwihdhwgCEwYBhgL/s1600/60133308_2453129851365527_6100881789906059264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="960" height="438" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iujH75oScdc/XNoc-JJHzFI/AAAAAAAAVaY/Vx4cIIrIFjE6vBWeuOIGtjieFkwihdhwgCEwYBhgL/s640/60133308_2453129851365527_6100881789906059264_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael, however, was exhausted by the end of the day . . .&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLGVUpXi5QM/XNoc-i9tCfI/AAAAAAAAVaQ/cz8vsEONnfAurUxjFiOYEN2aRKAcZd68QCEwYBhgL/s1600/60277789_10161801755590652_7679514852255072256_o%2Bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1246" data-original-width="1600" height="249" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLGVUpXi5QM/XNoc-i9tCfI/AAAAAAAAVaQ/cz8vsEONnfAurUxjFiOYEN2aRKAcZd68QCEwYBhgL/s320/60277789_10161801755590652_7679514852255072256_o%2Bb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorting Game: find 10 matching pieces and get a prize.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . .and week. Never a moment's rest for him, it seems. Even now our fridge is out!</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/odadP3Q5A0M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Magic in Mothers https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:b394ed3b-f638-3b49-7883-8c55838accd0 Sun, 12 May 2019 09:41:32 -0400 When a woman becomes a mother, something changes in her DNA. Where once she might have looked askance on macaroni necklaces and bouquets of dandelions, suddenly these childish offerings become beautiful in her eyes. My mother received many such gifts. What I lacked in artistic abilities, I made up in quantity. Drawings of &#8220;roses&#8221; made &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Magic in&#160;Mothers</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1185" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/dandelion-735814_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,359" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D750&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;105&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="dandelion-735814_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1185 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=547&#038;h=307" alt="dandelion-735814_640" width="547" height="307" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=547&amp;h=307 547w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=168 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/dandelion-735814_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 547px) 100vw, 547px" /></p> <p>When a woman becomes a mother, something changes in her DNA. Where once she might have looked askance on macaroni necklaces and bouquets of dandelions, suddenly these childish offerings become beautiful in her eyes.</p> <p>My mother received many such gifts. What I lacked in artistic abilities, I made up in quantity. Drawings of &#8220;roses&#8221; made of interlocked squiggles, creations made of wooden pieces glued together by unskilled hands, and flowers picked from the yard were greeted with equal delight. <img data-attachment-id="1188" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/20190510_191018/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg" data-orig-size="3024,4032" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1557515418&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0071942446043165&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190510_191018" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=225" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=665" class=" wp-image-1188 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=316&#038;h=422" alt="20190510_191018" width="316" height="422" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=316&amp;h=422 316w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=632&amp;h=844 632w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=113&amp;h=150 113w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/20190510_191018.jpg?w=225&amp;h=300 225w" sizes="(max-width: 316px) 100vw, 316px" /></p> <p>Somewhere around the age of eight or nine, my creativity turned to the written word. I pumped out stories featuring my family as detectives (yes, I was enamored with Nancy Drew at the time). While sorting through the garage recently, I discovered one of these &#8220;masterpieces.&#8221; My internal editor cringed, but my mother had always received my stories with excitement.</p> <p>Recently I was on the phone with my sister when she received a precious gift from her son. This lovely, um, thing had been created with toilet paper and hand soap. No word on the actual purpose of the what&#8217;s-it, but my sister feigned delight and counted down the seconds before she could safely dispose of the gift.</p> <p>My nephew is also the king of concoctions (see below). He recently created a &#8220;surprise&#8221; by floating chips in a bowl of water with orange segments and bananas. Another creation mixed applesauce, lettuce, ranch dressing, and oranges. His aunt&#8217;s stomach is churning, yet when a gift is offered in love, magic happens. The bizarre and peculiar transforms into beautiful and precious in mommy&#8217;s eyes.</p> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/img954029/#main'><img width="113" height="150" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg?w=113&#038;h=150" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg?w=113 113w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg?w=226 226w" sizes="(max-width: 113px) 100vw, 113px" data-attachment-id="1186" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/img954029/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg" data-orig-size="2250,3000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG954029" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg?w=225" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954029.jpg?w=665" /></a> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/img954040/#main'><img width="113" height="150" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg?w=113&#038;h=150" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg?w=113 113w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg?w=226 226w" sizes="(max-width: 113px) 100vw, 113px" data-attachment-id="1187" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/the-magic-in-mothers/img954040/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg" data-orig-size="2250,3000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG954040" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg?w=225" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/img954040.jpg?w=665" /></a> <p>I no longer give my mother creations of glitter and construction paper. Now, I buy her hanging plants for her front porch for Mother&#8217;s Day. But she is still the first person to read my books and now receives scribbled drawings and strange gifts from her grandchildren &#8212; with exclamations of delight.</p> <p>So thank you, Lord, for mothers.</p> <p>After all, someone has to wear those macaroni necklaces.</p> <p>What&#8217;s the strangest gift you gave your mother or received from your child?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Is That All? http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/05/09/is-that-all/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:d731bbb8-7034-9253-8d1a-d8da643756ed Thu, 09 May 2019 06:13:51 -0400 <p>Immediately upon giving birth to her fifth child, Nelma&#8217;s arms were empty. The hospital staff whisked away the baby before she could see him. &#8220;I want to see my son,&#8221; Nelma insisted. &#8220;You need to understand, there are problems with the baby.&#8221; The doctor explained that perhaps Nelma and her husband should consider an institution [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/05/09/is-that-all/">Is That All?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">Immediately upon giving birth to her fifth child, Nelma&#8217;s arms were empty. The hospital staff whisked away the baby before she could see him.</p> <p dir="ltr">&#8220;I want to see my son,&#8221; Nelma insisted.</p> <p dir="ltr">&#8220;You need to understand, there are problems with the baby.&#8221; The doctor explained that perhaps Nelma and her husband should consider an institution for their newborn.</p> <p dir="ltr">&#8220;I want to see my son,&#8221; Nelma repeated.</p> <p dir="ltr">So the new bundle of babe was brought and placed in his mother&#8217;s arms. Nelma smelled the sweet new baby smell of him; she cooed to the little boy and cradled him to her heart. Then, ever so carefully, she unwrapped his blanket. There lay her infant, born without legs, his hands and arms not fully developed. Nelma took it all in, caressed his soft new skin, and smiled into his trusting eyes.</p> <p dir="ltr">&#8220;Oh,&#8221; she said softly, &#8220;is that all?&#8221;</p> <h4 dir="ltr"><strong>Hearth and Home</strong></h4> <p dir="ltr">And so Jerry went home with his mother to the welcoming arms of his family. The middle of seven children, Jerry was treated like everyone else in the family with the exception that there was no chair at Jerry&#8217;s place at the dinner table to allow for his wheelchair. When it was Jerry&#8217;s turn, he washed the dishes.</p> <p dir="ltr">A man from the circus came to ask if Jerry could be part of their freak show. Nelma and her husband threw him out of their home.</p> <p dir="ltr">&#8220;Jerry is not a freak,&#8221; Nelma informed the visitor, &#8220;Jerry is our son.&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">Years later Jerry prepared to move away to college. A friend from church, Barbara was overjoyed that Jerry would attend the same college where her daughter, Kathi, was enrolled. &#8220;Be sure to look her up when you get there,&#8221; Barbara said.</p> <p dir="ltr">Nearly a year later, Kathi made an impulsive trip home. In the familiar surroundings of her mother&#8217;s living room Kathi&#8217;s confused emotions exploded into tears. &#8220;Mom, Jerry wants to marry me. I know he loves me and I love him. But Mom, can you marry someone without legs?&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">Barbara’s arms and calm voice encircled her grown daughter. &#8220;Honey, since you were young I prayed for the right husband for you. I prayed he would be a thoughtful, compassionate man. I prayed your husband would be strong in character and integrity, that he would be a leader in his home, that he would provide well for you and your children. I prayed your future husband would know God, that he would be an honest, hard worker, that he would love you and be a tender life&#8217;s partner. I prayed you would be best friends as well as husband and wife.&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">Barbara paused to lift Kathi&#8217;s chin so their eyes met. &#8220;But Kathi, I never prayed he would have legs.&#8221;</p> <h4 dir="ltr"><strong>Birth Blessings</strong></h4> <p dir="ltr">With the blessing of their parents, Jerry and Kathi were married. Jerry and Kathi had five beautiful children, every other one with red hair like their mother.</p> <p dir="ltr">One day Jerry and Kathi&#8217;s oldest daughter invited her school age friend to come for dinner. Partway through her hotdog, the guest turned to her young hostess. &#8220;Your dad doesn&#8217;t have any legs.&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">Anna peered under the dining table to study her dad parked in his wheelchair. Returning upright, she replied, &#8220;Your dad doesn&#8217;t have a wheelchair.&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">A younger sister was learning in school about people with special needs. She came home one day and asked, &#8220;Mom, do we know anyone with disabilities?&#8221;</p> <p dir="ltr">All too soon, Jerry escorted his eldest daughter down the aisle to meet her groom, a young man she had grown up with in church. Next, Jerry and Kathi welcomed a daughter-in-law and the joyous arrival of grandchildren.</p> <p dir="ltr">As a public school resource specialist, Jerry worked with seventh graders with learning disabilities. Jerry was a popular speaker on overcoming great challenges, and directed a program teaching developmentally delayed adults theology, music, and everyday living skills.</p> <p dir="ltr">A lot of credit for the success of Jerry and Kathi&#8217;s family is directly attributed to Jerry and Kathi&#8217;s mothers – Nelma, who saw not her son&#8217;s handicaps but his potential. 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Do any of the memorable names or events listed mean anything to any of your out there?<br />1--Tsunami strikes Hawaii, killing over 100; US coal miners strike.<br />3--Japanese Lt. Gen who ordered Bataan Death March is executed.<br />5--First public performance of Charles Ives's 3rd Symphony; later wins Pulitzer Prize.<br />7--Herman Keiser wins 10th Masters Golf Tournament.<br />9--Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup, beating Boston Bruins 4 games to 1.<br />13--Al Green, singer, is born.<br />17--<i>The Virginian</i>, starring Joel McCrea, is released in New York City.<br />18--Jackie Robinson debuts as second baseman for minor league Montreal Royals.<br />19--Film<i>&nbsp;The Blue Dahlia </i>is released.<br />22--John F. Kennedy announces he is running for U.S. House of Representatives<br />25--Railroad collision, Naperville, Ill. kills 40, injures 120.<br />26--Marilyn Nelson, poet, is born.<br /><br />The other calendar is a form of art. Every day I get to place 6 or 7 numbered stickers in their corresponding spots, very carefully--my fun activity, a reward for productivity, especially in writing.<br />April is complete. It is sobering to realize that one third of the year is over, time gone that cannot be recovered.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;My writing accomplishments were minor, but I did get "unstuck," finished and presented a chapter to my writing group. There is nothing to say about the robotics team. After the successful trip to World competition, they took a week off.<br /><br />This post will likely contain fewer old memories and more of the week's memorable moments. A couple old photos sufaced. I glean interesting details and information from them. The first was taken in the U.S. during a one-year furlough from my parents' missionary service in Argentina. <br />Interestingly, the expression on my face reminded me of my grandson who is now about that age.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTiqJowNmH4/XNHVkk3mOAI/AAAAAAAAVYM/b_ttWsPKbYY0TBe4xVthpUbbSH9di318gCLcBGAs/s1600/Rita%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTiqJowNmH4/XNHVkk3mOAI/AAAAAAAAVYM/b_ttWsPKbYY0TBe4xVthpUbbSH9di318gCLcBGAs/s400/Rita%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 8th birthday in Winona Lake</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second was also taken in the U.S., some thirty years later, during a short break away from the missionary ship where my own family served from 1978-1983.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wow! Look at blonde Sammy, Michael's thick hair, and my perm!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ppToYPqLSI/XNHVkiUqHjI/AAAAAAAAVYc/glsoTBTeQlwscIUc0S5dC1xpu61vUL7kwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Koch%2Bfam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="610" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ppToYPqLSI/XNHVkiUqHjI/AAAAAAAAVYc/glsoTBTeQlwscIUc0S5dC1xpu61vUL7kwCEwYBhgL/s640/Koch%2Bfam.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first memorable event was the celebration of Kristie's monumental accomplishment--a master's degree in ABA (Applied Behavioral Analysis) from Ball State university in the midst of series of life challenges.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzK3wXWBAns/XNLN01_OpoI/AAAAAAAAVY8/yFB3fmB5EiQmM6TSUco6-IB9lvpKJgFTQCLcBGAs/s1600/59414405_10216080249573769_5439527195066236928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzK3wXWBAns/XNLN01_OpoI/AAAAAAAAVY8/yFB3fmB5EiQmM6TSUco6-IB9lvpKJgFTQCLcBGAs/s320/59414405_10216080249573769_5439527195066236928_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, May 4, Commencement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although she dressed for the occasion, and Malachi was saving seats for the family, in the end Kristie chose not to attend the looooong ceremony, realizing that her walk across the stage was scheduled for much later. So, they settled for a photo shoot outside the university and then went out to eat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wItFcr58cPs/XNHVYgCy21I/AAAAAAAAVYU/D_0-D77iV0QiX3M8w7KP2_5gxXArjbqkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Sam%2Bfam%2BKr%2BMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="939" height="614" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wItFcr58cPs/XNHVYgCy21I/AAAAAAAAVYU/D_0-D77iV0QiX3M8w7KP2_5gxXArjbqkwCEwYBhgL/s640/Sam%2Bfam%2BKr%2BMA.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Meanwhile, I was preparing a surprise party at their house. Text messages conveyed the change of plans. They delayed as long as possible. The friends arrived in a timely fashion and the celebration was a success.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sunday, May 5, Cornerstone's Spring Celebration</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kayla teaches so many groups of dancers at Cornerstone for the Arts in Muncie that half of the dance performances were her classes. Rebecca was in three of them--ballet, tap, and hip hop jazz.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYCcDCl5rU0/XNHZJ2kHRTI/AAAAAAAAVYw/rbxuIp03XNs6P4_hls3_T_KX0_MbUJXdwCEwYBhgL/s1600/dance%2Brecital%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1509" data-original-width="1322" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYCcDCl5rU0/XNHZJ2kHRTI/AAAAAAAAVYw/rbxuIp03XNs6P4_hls3_T_KX0_MbUJXdwCEwYBhgL/s640/dance%2Brecital%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="560" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca watching the show with Daddy, posing as ballerina and superhero Owlette.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you want to see teacher Kayla in action from the front row, go <a href="https://www.facebook.com/leah.kochsower/videos/10156388571657934/?fref=search&amp;__tn__=%2Cd%2CP-R&amp;eid=ARC8Frb1OegGMakg7K0qwVbE_IPgcvr5qdRf1e2RoXxXRe6AnzDqzbA_V4vrQmUHIyL7TevD6rqdz50b">here</a>. Or from the sidelines:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0nLdV-k76Q/XNLWaNwmlPI/AAAAAAAAVZI/qzpRTBaLBTEIDeoXouyG2NIvilmEu84PgCLcBGAs/s1600/59656315_10100761747929456_4827834826033725440_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="1353" height="326" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0nLdV-k76Q/XNLWaNwmlPI/AAAAAAAAVZI/qzpRTBaLBTEIDeoXouyG2NIvilmEu84PgCLcBGAs/s640/59656315_10100761747929456_4827834826033725440_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca, second from left.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Leah's whole gang was there--perfect opportunity for a family pic! There were a whole series of backgrounds painted for one of their events. These were the top family choices.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GL4a8rvicg/XNGSOiVJzXI/AAAAAAAAVX4/zwEqL3fFKfIaq9_Xfx5sEYsT0Br9z4-iQCEwYBhgL/s1600/59413432_10100761057213656_5119851215856861184_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="930" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GL4a8rvicg/XNGSOiVJzXI/AAAAAAAAVX4/zwEqL3fFKfIaq9_Xfx5sEYsT0Br9z4-iQCEwYBhgL/s400/59413432_10100761057213656_5119851215856861184_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="387" /></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHAOQSm576w/XNGSOoOqCHI/AAAAAAAAVX8/VQAYUL7xcag8UpGQSbjzAQT9UcZzXZx2QCEwYBhgL/s1600/59452958_10100761055227636_6309054254833205248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHAOQSm576w/XNGSOoOqCHI/AAAAAAAAVX8/VQAYUL7xcag8UpGQSbjzAQT9UcZzXZx2QCEwYBhgL/s400/59452958_10100761055227636_6309054254833205248_n.jpg" width="352" /></a></div><br />Do you have a favorite?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/o-IcdzwNkCI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Face to Face with A Bible Character https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/face-to-face-with-a-bible-character/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:d44539ac-daf5-c504-295e-7383c5e5f0e5 Sat, 04 May 2019 07:39:53 -0400 Lately, I have been having a difference of opinion with ants. With the advent of spring, they seem to think it is their turn to live in my room. I have been discouraging this notion with counseling, warnings, and the gentle application of a blowtorch. Ants are not a new problem for me. On the &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/face-to-face-with-a-bible-character/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Face to Face with A Bible&#160;Character</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1181" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/face-to-face-with-a-bible-character/macro-3429626_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=498&#038;h=364" data-orig-size="640,468" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;ILCE-7RM2&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;65&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="macro-3429626_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=498&#038;h=364?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=498&#038;h=364?w=640" class=" wp-image-1181 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=498&#038;h=364" alt="macro-3429626_640" width="498" height="364" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=498&amp;h=364 498w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=110 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=219 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/macro-3429626_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 498px) 100vw, 498px" /></p> <p>Lately, I have been having a difference of opinion with ants. With the advent of spring, they seem to think it is their turn to live in my room. I have been discouraging this notion with counseling, warnings, and the gentle application of a blowtorch.</p> <p>Ants are not a new problem for me. On the contrary, Brazil is a hotbed of ant activity. While there, this transplanted Oregonian learned that ants are not small delicate creatures.</p> <p>Three ants made the biggest impact.</p> <p><b></b>Ant number one destroyed all my preconceived notions of the size an ant could be. The creature measured at least two or three inches long.  One could observe them and contemplate the verses in the Bible about working ants without straining one&#8217;s eyes, since they <em>were</em> large enough to be seen from a helicopter.</p> <p>The second ant, which made a biting impression, was the fire ant.  These nasty little things were small, shiny, and homicidal. <img data-attachment-id="1180" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/face-to-face-with-a-bible-character/fire-ants-2783019_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=249&#038;h=374" data-orig-size="426,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;1.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;LG-H860&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.42&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0049&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="fire-ants-2783019_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=249&#038;h=374?w=200" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=249&#038;h=374?w=426" class=" wp-image-1180 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=249&#038;h=374" alt="fire-ants-2783019_640" width="249" height="374" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=249&amp;h=374 249w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=100&amp;h=150 100w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg?w=200&amp;h=300 200w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/fire-ants-2783019_640.jpg 426w" sizes="(max-width: 249px) 100vw, 249px" /></p> <p>If you accidentally stepped into the midst of a swarm of fire ants, you quickly became aware of your mistake.  This happened quite often since fire ants were everywhere, doing who knows what, while they waited for unsuspecting humans to fall into their trap.   I often imagined the little ant general insanely yelling for his troops to attack and bring down the giant.  They followed his lead with gusto and the ensuing pain sent us running for the nearest water faucet to wash them off and cool the burning bites.</p> <p>I have never been the type to kill a bug with my finger, but in the absence of a faucet I would grab the nasty insects off me and roll them into tiny squished balls.  Take that you nasty ant general!</p> <p>The last ant to make my top three is the invader ant.</p> <p>Invader ants, like their brethren I am currently battling, do not conform to the most basic of the rules laid down for ants. Mainly, that the house is for humans.</p> <p>For reasons known only to their tiny insectoid minds, these ants would take it upon themselves to invade our porch, or a corner of our house, or our whole house.  Friends told us to welcome the invasion because the ants would carry away any other unwanted guests with them such as spiders or centipedes.</p> <p>We weren’t too keen on having our house invaded, even if their tiny antish brains thought they were doing us a favor.  I’m sorry, but there is something about the thought of ants cutting a swath through my bed while I’m in it that cures me of seeing anything altruistic in their invasion. I can only be grateful that the ants I battle now prefer to send a few scouts rather than a full scale invasion.</p> <p>The Bible commends these creatures.</p> <p><span id="verse-17276" class="verse">“Four things on earth are small,</span><br /> <span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">    </span><span class="verse">yet they are extremely wise:</span></span><br /> <span id="verse-17277" class="verse"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>Ants are creatures of little strength,</span><br /> <span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">    </span><span class="verse">yet they store up their food in the summer;</span></span><br /> <span id="verse-17278" class="verse"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>hyraxes are creatures of little power,</span><br /> <span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">    </span><span class="verse">yet they make their home in the crags;</span></span><br /> <span id="verse-17279" class="verse"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>locusts have no king,</span><br /> <span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">    </span><span class="verse">yet they advance together in ranks;</span></span><br /> <span id="verse-17280" class="verse"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>a lizard can be caught with the hand,</span><br /> <span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">    </span><span class="verse">yet it is found in kings’ palaces.&#8221;</span></span></p> <p>And while I take their example to heart, I much prefer to avoid contemplating their industrious attitude face to face in my bedroom. <img data-attachment-id="1182" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/face-to-face-with-a-bible-character/stack-2129070_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="640,429" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="stack-2129070_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=665?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1182" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=665" alt="stack-2129070_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/stack-2129070_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>Are you an ant fan?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> a late poem… for my Knight/Charioteer https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/a-late-poem-for-my-knight-charioteer/ Invisible Issues urn:uuid:a0e6e78d-8319-3c81-55ac-00754c343e50 Fri, 03 May 2019 11:27:14 -0400 My Knight (tacking on even though National Poetry Month has passed) By Angela Knight A “knight in shining armor” is who the stories say will ride atop a charging steed to chase my fears away. But what if his armor loses shine, is dented on its ride, if he slips from his mount as it &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/a-late-poem-for-my-knight-charioteer/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "a late poem&#8230; for my Knight/Charioteer"</span></a>