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/ The Splendid Work of Writing https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/03/22/the-splendid-work-of-writing/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:eabeae87-1b40-00e3-e55e-e0d17b182644 Fri, 22 Mar 2019 14:30:24 -0400 I&#8217;ve been reading the essays of author Andre Dubus, considered a master of the short form. In his book, Meditations from a Movable Chair (New York: Vintage, 1999), Dubus writes an essay called &#8220;First Books&#8221; and offers this encouragement to writers: An older writer knows what a younger one has not yet learned. What is demanding and [&#8230;] Accessibility & Gaming Advocates http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-gaming-advocates/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:038ac4b0-9571-aa7f-bc50-04b3d902ad93 Fri, 22 Mar 2019 05:30:55 -0400 <p>As we continue discussing Disability Awareness in March, you may not realize that many people enjoy the gaming hobby and have disability-related challenges. As a caregiver, I experience it and am sensitive to the need for accessible games. So, if&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-gaming-advocates/">Accessibility &#038; Gaming Advocates</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Wise or Wussy? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=21954 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:73428900-da19-a780-340c-579966cf2989 Wed, 20 Mar 2019 08:36:59 -0400 In December, we villainize the Grinch, but he’s an angel of light compared to Germ Gremlins, lurking throughout the winter. Eventually, after counterattacks with antibiotics, chicken soup, vitamins, herbs, oils and oatmeal-mud baths, we conquer illness. Sort of. Recovering engenders a dilemma almost as uncomfortable as the sickness. Should I return to work? Or continue [&#8230;] <p>In December, we villainize the Grinch, but he’s an angel of light compared to Germ Gremlins, lurking throughout the winter. Eventually, after counterattacks with antibiotics, chicken soup, vitamins, herbs, oils and oatmeal-mud baths, we conquer illness.</p> <p>Sort of.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Cropped-chicken-soup-562163_1920-1-1024x623.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21963" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Cropped-chicken-soup-562163_1920-1-1024x623.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Cropped-chicken-soup-562163_1920-1-300x182.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Cropped-chicken-soup-562163_1920-1-768x467.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Cropped-chicken-soup-562163_1920-1-624x379.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Recovering engenders a dilemma almost as uncomfortable as the sickness. Should I return to work? Or continue to nurse my illness at home with medicine and movies?</p> <p>Our parents’ generation posed one diagnostic question: “Are you breathing?”</p> <p>If they detected movement of a Vicks<sup>®</sup>-coated chest, the response never varied: “Get out of that bed, you lazy bum!”</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-flu-and-cold-1947995_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21958" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-flu-and-cold-1947995_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-flu-and-cold-1947995_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-flu-and-cold-1947995_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-flu-and-cold-1947995_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Resistance might result in an employer dragging the unfortunate to work by the toes, à la J.C. Dithers, the comic strip boss of Dagwood Bumstead.</p> <p>Sometimes a tough stance works. The Greatest Generation accomplished great things. </p> <p>However, some of that generation also puffed cigarette smoke into kids’ ears to cure earaches.</p> <p>Today’s extreme critics of the do-while-dying work ethic declare <em>no one</em> should leave home until she/he passes a germ-detector test and submits to a complete-body Lysol<sup>®</sup> spray.</p> <p>Perhaps Homeland Security should include such procedures at airports. Sitting by a living petri dish doesn’t exactly ensure safety. Maybe disposable hazmat helmets might be issued on flights?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-virus-1913183_1920-1024x288.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21960" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-virus-1913183_1920-1024x288.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-virus-1913183_1920-300x84.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-virus-1913183_1920-768x216.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-virus-1913183_1920-624x176.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>If an inventor wanted to make big bucks, he might market preschool hazmat suits. Sleep-deprived parents not only would make him a billionaire, but also their patron saint.</p> <p>Yet medical experts issue warnings about overprotection, lower immune ability and allergies. Attempts to make the Germ Gremlins extinct can backfire.</p> <p>So how does a person of the Not-So-Great Generation who rejects Gremlin paranoia make the wussy-or-wise decision?</p> <p>For once, technology proves helpful. Many can work at home until fully well. Opponents protest that this takes all the fun out of being sick. However, the benefit of wearing ratty bathrobes remains.</p> <p>Still, we must escape quarantine <em>some</em> time. Recovering from flu, Hubby and I craved our church’s spiritual and social encouragement. After service, though, we dashed out the back door to avoid handshakes and hugs.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280-1024x720.png" alt="" class="wp-image-21956" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280-1024x720.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280-300x211.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280-768x540.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280-624x439.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-bugs-handshake-46200_1280.png 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Wouldn’t a universal “I’m-almost-recovered” wristband come in handy? Then we wouldn’t have to proclaim from the rooftops that we shouldn’t shake hands. That we’ll admire a new baby from afar. That we’ve recently been slimed by sick grandchildren.</p> <p>Even at the cost of perpetuating Germ Gremlins, we must avoid avoiding others. In John Steinbeck’s 1960s classic, <em>Travels with Charley</em>, he criticized a restaurant that boasted “food untouched by human hands.” Lives untouched by human hands would allow the Gremlins to wreak even worse havoc than the Grinch. We need each other like we need food and water.</p> <p>I need hugs every single day. Shun family and friends to stay wussy-well?</p> <p>Not wise.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Hugging-children-573417_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21965" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Hugging-children-573417_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Hugging-children-573417_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Hugging-children-573417_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190320-Hugging-children-573417_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> When do you choose to return to work?</p> March Memories https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/03/march-memories.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c7408ed6-bac8-6875-badf-48969d0a8118 Tue, 19 Mar 2019 13:24:11 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This post highlights moments of the week more than memories from the past.<br />Each day counts. The things we experience add up. Daily incremental steps toward a set goal become a beautiful whole in time.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I am reminded of the value of <i>dailyness</i>&nbsp;by the calendar my neighbor friends gave me. I enjoy the challenge of locating and correctly placing the stickers for each day. So much so that I decided to make that my reward for accomplishing a writing goal for the day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwgp7QDqS3w/XJEAO5LfkGI/AAAAAAAAVHw/BfG8NfehOd4QKYM6unUsUNTGN6oCvpE0gCLcBGAs/s1600/54256104_10100739310264716_4463421595590852608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="453" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwgp7QDqS3w/XJEAO5LfkGI/AAAAAAAAVHw/BfG8NfehOd4QKYM6unUsUNTGN6oCvpE0gCLcBGAs/s400/54256104_10100739310264716_4463421595590852608_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: left;">The gift was inspired by large sticker-replica of a Van Gogh they saw hanging in a doctor's office.</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/-r4i-BnBp7hw/XJBCKlwZcVI/AAAAAAAAVHA/sO9fVIe7BMsXAhAzNE4Co9DTV8HgABmsQCEwYBhgL/s1600/54268226_10100739188927876_6103587232755482624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="619" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4i-BnBp7hw/XJBCKlwZcVI/AAAAAAAAVHA/sO9fVIe7BMsXAhAzNE4Co9DTV8HgABmsQCEwYBhgL/s320/54268226_10100739188927876_6103587232755482624_n.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daughter Leah and I enjoyed a Coffee and Canvas event in our local coffee shop. Her paintings are always more intense, fanciful and rich in texture. Mine tend to be flat. What do you think mine lacks--a bug, a butterfly, greater contrast . . . ?<br />The best part of the experience was the togetherness. We hadn't seen one another in a while. She has not been able to attend our weekly art club in some time.<br /><div><br /></div><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><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHvydQdso-A/XJEGjRsxS4I/AAAAAAAAVH8/5vXSpch92nYXisnoENKQjo49XGuVjfkCQCLcBGAs/s1600/canvas%2Band%2Bart%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1238" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHvydQdso-A/XJEGjRsxS4I/AAAAAAAAVH8/5vXSpch92nYXisnoENKQjo49XGuVjfkCQCLcBGAs/s640/canvas%2Band%2Bart%2BCollage.jpg" width="494" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Leah and her Coffee and Canvas acrylic (top)<br />My Coffee &amp; Canvas painting, and art club watercolor exercise--"Surreal Mountains"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">My, how the years go by! Son Stephan, our oldest, </span><i style="text-align: left;">completed </i><span style="text-align: left;">(as they say in Spanish) </span><span style="text-align: left;">48 years on March 12!</span></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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ845bICqAE/XJBAhe5T7FI/AAAAAAAAVGw/EvzXg-rhLCIGTsJ1y-_uKqPY-v1gXYeiQCEwYBhgL/s1600/55624186_10100739048853586_9058416911544483840_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ845bICqAE/XJBAhe5T7FI/AAAAAAAAVGw/EvzXg-rhLCIGTsJ1y-_uKqPY-v1gXYeiQCEwYBhgL/s320/55624186_10100739048853586_9058416911544483840_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A memory from Stephan's 40th celebration</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunday we celebrated March birthdays.</div><div style="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/-Z8YAfCvLkYs/XJBAjNCI_GI/AAAAAAAAVG0/zrf25lfEaBIw03kIw6XoEApQ0sPHRw4-ACEwYBhgL/s1600/54257869_10100739098204686_6708989454679277568_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="1295" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8YAfCvLkYs/XJBAjNCI_GI/AAAAAAAAVG0/zrf25lfEaBIw03kIw6XoEApQ0sPHRw4-ACEwYBhgL/s640/54257869_10100739098204686_6708989454679277568_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Stephan </b>(48 on the 12th ), <b>Jimmy </b>(45 on the 26th), <b>Destiny</b>, Skye's girlfriend (18 on the 7th)</td></tr></tbody></table>Family times are always fun. Jokes and laughter abound. Rebecca as the only little one around, entertained us in various ways. Her presence is still felt every time I come upstairs to the loft, my writing area, and see the arrangement of items on and around the ark.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K72ZiaHZzHc/XJBGyzTP3xI/AAAAAAAAVHk/48-dwqeYX0YNRtyfZE_yIITTgugFnG4oQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Rebecca%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K72ZiaHZzHc/XJBGyzTP3xI/AAAAAAAAVHk/48-dwqeYX0YNRtyfZE_yIITTgugFnG4oQCEwYBhgL/s400/Rebecca%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Sam's family was missing. He had surgery earlier this month--sinus repair and tonsilectomy. Interestingly, the worst pain hits a week later.<br />I stopped by a couple days after the procedure to drop off some honey to soothe the throat. Malachi was still home on spring break. He is really into board games and was sharing his latest find--<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Asmodee-SPL01-Splendor/dp/B00IZEUFIA/ref=sr_1_3?hvadid=174282641197&amp;hvdev=c&amp;hvlocphy=9016403&amp;hvnetw=g&amp;hvpos=1t1&amp;hvqmt=e&amp;hvrand=17391601653449121831&amp;hvtargid=aud-649564993678%3Akwd-81996710487&amp;keywords=splendor+board+game&amp;qid=1553010560&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3&amp;tag=googhydr-20">Splendor</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L0DCeqrCag/XJEPxBASvEI/AAAAAAAAVII/S13Wbp_JjjMbqzwHh0l6alU1zk2lNjLyACLcBGAs/s1600/54437490_10100739336701736_533628709907726336_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L0DCeqrCag/XJEPxBASvEI/AAAAAAAAVII/S13Wbp_JjjMbqzwHh0l6alU1zk2lNjLyACLcBGAs/s640/54437490_10100739336701736_533628709907726336_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Recently I've been reminded of a favorite author I was privileged to meet years ago. In her 80's, widowed, and healing from a broken leg, she is still writing and winning awards! I dug out her book of life stories to remember her secret. It is something that stood out when I read that first chapter long ago. I wish I had heeded her example at that time. Early on she determined to write, write, write, every. single. day, and not be distracted by the many recommended opportunities--conferences, critique groups, etc. It worked for her!<br /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI6gbgLBCy8/XI_xnqZW79I/AAAAAAAAVGY/dkNXWhnGCr8IW_MYHe6VM0aFEVQlx-0lwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Stories-of-My-Life-198x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="198" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI6gbgLBCy8/XI_xnqZW79I/AAAAAAAAVGY/dkNXWhnGCr8IW_MYHe6VM0aFEVQlx-0lwCEwYBhgL/s400/Stories-of-My-Life-198x300.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am blessed to meet every week with a wonderful group of writer friends. But I also recognize that for too long I've been a <i>wannabee</i>, attending conferences, taking courses, etc. and putting off the most important. These were all very good. However, now I am encouraged to keep on plodding through the letters and the memories, pulling out pertinent quotes and information, and arranging them into the narrative about my life in Argentina, and to write, write, write.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/GileY1JlPcc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Hank the Cowdog in the Hall of Fame http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/18/hank-the-cowdog-in-the-hall-of-fame/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:b3424a9d-33ba-91a5-3346-f88f83c5a56a Mon, 18 Mar 2019 18:17:10 -0400 <p>Hank the Cowdog has been a lot of places including the Hall of Fame. Inducted into the Texas Literary Hall of Fame is one of my favorite authors ever. John Erickson is the creator of the unparalleled Hank the Cowdog series. Who exactly is Hank? He’s a smelly, smart-aleck Head of Ranch Security, and USA Today calls Hank [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/18/hank-the-cowdog-in-the-hall-of-fame/">Hank the Cowdog in the Hall of Fame</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/">Hank the Cowdog</a> has been a lot of places including the Hall of Fame.</p> <p>Inducted into the Texas Literary Hall of Fame is one of my favorite authors ever. John Erickson is the creator of the unparalleled Hank the Cowdog series. Who exactly is Hank?</p> <p>He’s a smelly, smart-aleck Head of Ranch Security, and <em>USA Today</em> calls <a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/author" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><em>Hank the Cowdog</em></a> “the best family entertainment in years.” Through the eyes of Hank the Cowdog, author John Erickson gives readers a glimpse of daily life on a ranch in the West Texas Panhandle.</p> <p>The <a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/"><em>Hank the Cowdog</em></a> series began as a self-publishing venture in John Erickson’s garage in 1982 and endured to become one of the nation’s most popular series for children and families. Readers of all ages are fans of Hank and his pals. Children with ADD, ADHD, autism, and aspergers are particularly at ease in Hank&#8217;s adventures that each begin with, &#8220;It&#8217;s me again, Hank the Cowdog,&#8221; and end with, &#8220;Case closed.&#8221;</p> <p>Hear the story behind the stories in this interview with the slow-talking, modern-day cowboy, and Literary Hall of Famer, John Erickson.</p> <h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>Interview with author of Hank the Cowdog, John Erickson.</strong></h2> <!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');</script><![endif]--> <audio class="wp-audio-shortcode" id="audio-7448-1" preload="none" style="width: 100%;" controls="controls"><source type="audio/mpeg" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/MM20151103.mp3?_=1" /><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/MM20151103.mp3">http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/MM20151103.mp3</a></audio> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The more than 60 adventures of <a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/">Hank the Cowdog</a> are available through the library and at Hank&#8217;s website.</p> <p>For a list of my favorite books and authors, click <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2016/01/07/book-besties-2/">HERE.</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-7225" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg-150x150.jpg 150w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg-66x66.jpg 66w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg-500x500.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Chasing-Sunrise-jpg-100x100.jpg 100w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <div> <div class="FlashlightEnabledImage"> <div class="Pj7 sLG XiG ZKv mix m1e"> <div> <div class="cropperWrapper block"> <div class="relative"> <div class="cropSection absolute"> <div> <div class="cropperHandle absolute ord-ne"></div> <div class="cropperHandle absolute ord-sw"></div> <div class="cropperHandle absolute ord-se"></div> </div> </div> <div class="shadowOverlay absolute"> <div class="shadowMask absolute"></div> <div class="shadowMask absolute"></div> <div class="shadowMask absolute"></div> </div> <div class="absolute cropperAdditional"> <div class="spotlightWrapper absolute"> <div class="Pj7 sLG XiG pJI INd m1e"> <div class="spotlightDot bg-white"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div> <div class="zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div> <div class="vbI XiG"> <div class="Yl- MIw Hb7" data-grid-item="true"> <div class="KO4 zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="PinRep Module Pin hasAttribution summary fullWidth" data-test-id="pin"> <div> <div class="pinWrapper" data-test-id="pinWrapper"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu" data-test-id=""></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/18/hank-the-cowdog-in-the-hall-of-fame/">Hank the Cowdog in the Hall of Fame</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: the Flu Plague http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=21859 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5656a791-2521-2863-3f90-880191675d55 Mon, 18 Mar 2019 09:44:40 -0400 OMG, thank You that I’m feeling better. However, if You’d unleashed this strain of flu on the Egyptians back in Moses’ time, maybe You wouldn’t have had to send the other ten plagues? <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190318-cold-156666_640.png" alt="" class="wp-image-21857" width="207" height="224" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190318-cold-156666_640.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190318-cold-156666_640-278x300.png 278w" sizes="(max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px" /></figure></div> <p>OMG, thank You that I’m feeling better. However, if You’d unleashed this strain of flu on the Egyptians back in Moses’ time, maybe You wouldn’t have had to send the other ten plagues? </p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190317-egyptian-1822015_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21855"/></figure> When I Can’t Hear https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/18/when-i-cant-hear/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:5bb65eb6-e63f-1c48-07ac-d8a41c7a2fea Mon, 18 Mar 2019 05:59:17 -0400 I said yes to Jesus when I was twelve, and for the next fifty years stumbled along the Christian path. The first three decades during my morning devotions I first praised God, then asked help for my needs, and closed with thanks. The last two decades, devotions absent, I groaned my way through the day: &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/18/when-i-cant-hear/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">When I Can&#8217;t&#160;Hear</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>I said yes to Jesus when I was twelve, and for the next fifty years stumbled along the Christian path. The first three decades during my morning devotions I first praised God, then asked help for my needs, and closed with thanks. The last two decades, devotions absent, I groaned my way through the day: “Why won’t You answer me?”</p> <p>God is omnipotent (all-able) and omniscient (all-knowing). His job is Eternal Father, strong to save, as the Navy hymn declares. Jesus reaches down and the Holy Spirit whispers, “I’m here.” I usually don’t see how He helps until after I’ve gone through it.</p> <p>My job is to listen and cling to the rock with my fingertips, if necessary, as the storm lashes me over and over; to listen harder when I pray, “Lord, bless me, even when I won’t give up the one thing I must.”</p> <p>I didn’t discover Barbara Brown Taylor until last month, although she wrote <em>An Altar in the World</em> in 2009. I’m only nine years late. But not really. The Lord meets us right on time. For me, last month. For my friend, yesterday, when she said through her tears, “Why can’t I hear Him?”</p> <p>I told her what Barbara said about how faith looks sometimes. It is a “blunt refusal to stop speaking into the divine silence.” We trust even when we can’t hear, and not hearing is <em>not</em> an accident. This is when we walk through something necessary, a lesson to learn.</p> <p>Barbara Brown Taylor wrote in <em>Leaving Church</em>: “When everything you count on for protection has failed, the Divine Presence does not fail. The hands are still there – not promising to rescue, not promising to intervene – promising only to hold you not matter how far you fall.” </p> <p>And so He holds us when He’s silent. And in our groanings, we pray the same as Lucy when she whispered, “Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now.” (C.S. Lewis, <em>The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</em>)</p> “That week”… https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/03/17/that-week/ Invisible Issues urn:uuid:dff6ac24-1195-8481-66ce-0f818ca73db8 Sun, 17 Mar 2019 15:04:50 -0400 What am I talking about? Well, “MS Awareness Week,” March 10-16 2019, officially marked that week, though it seems repetitive to me. Every day, week, month I face symptoms of what has become my continuing journey. (Even though I managed to post this one day after the week ended, my daily  awareness level hasn&#8217;t changed. &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/03/17/that-week/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "&#8220;That week&#8221;&#8230;"</span></a> Cliché Me Not https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/cliche-me-not/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:f46651c7-2104-465f-5743-ee0c10c47184 Sat, 16 Mar 2019 11:43:33 -0400 Any writer worth their salt is told to avoid clichés like the plague. Yet sometimes this leaves authors caught between a rock and a hard place. Or the devil and the deep blue sea. In short, avoiding clichés might leave one feeling like the cat got their tongue. The funny thing about clichés is that &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/cliche-me-not/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Cliché Me Not</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1160" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/cliche-me-not/writing-1209121_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="640,480" 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="writing-1209121_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=665?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1160 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=665" alt="writing-1209121_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/writing-1209121_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>Any writer worth their salt is told to avoid clichés like the plague. Yet sometimes this leaves authors caught between a rock and a hard place. Or the devil and the deep blue sea.</p> <p>In short, avoiding clichés might leave one feeling like the cat got their tongue.</p> <p>The funny thing about clichés is that they have been around so long, no one knows what they mean. We might know that it&#8217;s wrong to throw the baby out with the bath water, but what sort of flaky parent would?</p> <p>The cliché comes from the old-time practice of an entire family using the same bathwater for their yearly bath. First, dad bathed. Then mom. Then the kids in descending order of age. Last came baby. By then, the well-used water had reached a level of murkiness that made losing the baby in its dirty depths more understandable.</p> <p>Thank you, Lord, for modern plumbing. <img data-attachment-id="1158" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/cliche-me-not/bucket-159476_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=233&#038;h=200" data-orig-size="640,550" 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="bucket-159476_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=233&#038;h=200?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=233&#038;h=200?w=640" class=" wp-image-1158 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=233&#038;h=200" alt="bucket-159476_640" width="233" height="200" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=233&amp;h=200 233w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=466&amp;h=400 466w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=150&amp;h=129 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bucket-159476_640.png?w=300&amp;h=258 300w" sizes="(max-width: 233px) 100vw, 233px" /></p> <p>Other cliché&#8217;s origins are murkier than the bathwater. The cat stealing one&#8217;s tongue either originates from the &#8220;Cat-o’-nine-tails&#8221; whip used for naval punishment&#8211;or the ancient Egyptian custom of liars&#8217; tongues being fed to cats. Um, yum?</p> <p>Now, you might be wondering if I am as mad a hatter&#8211;an expression derived from the mercury-induced insanity suffered by hatters creating hat felt in the 17th and 18th centuries.</p> <p>I am not as crazy as a loon. To prove it, I have decided to offer up some suggestions for how to avoid clichés in one&#8217;s life.</p> <p>Cat got your Tongue&#8211;this old phrase is very easy to modernize, and the possibilities are endless. To put it into mathematical terms, cat=animal and tongue=body part. Why not, &#8220;Does the dog got your kidney?&#8221; Or, &#8220;Does the unicorn have your earlobes?&#8221; Maybe, &#8220;Has the aardvark got your left clavicle?&#8221;</p> <p>You&#8217;re welcome for providing this equation guaranteed to provide you with endless replacements for this tired old cliché.</p> <p>What about &#8220;They lived happily ever after.&#8221; Why can&#8217;t they live prosaically ever after, or tiredly ever after?</p> <p>Brave as a lion or weak as a kitten&#8230;has anyone else noticed a cat cliché trend? Anyhow, these tired old clichés will burst with new life after only a few minor changes. Exhausted as a newborn&#8217;s mother or flippant as a antelope.</p> <p>While these new clichés might make little sense, that isn&#8217;t the point. Stop being as critical as a rhinoceros.<img data-attachment-id="1159" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/cliche-me-not/rhino-3247846_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=337&#038;h=224" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D5200&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;98&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="rhino-3247846_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=337&#038;h=224?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=337&#038;h=224?w=640" class=" wp-image-1159 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=337&#038;h=224" alt="rhino-3247846_640" width="337" height="224" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=337&amp;h=224 337w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/rhino-3247846_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 337px) 100vw, 337px" /></p> <p>All clichéing aside, some phrases remain more than clichés. Jesus died to save sinners. Do unto others as you want to be done unto yourself. Love God and others. These phrases go beyond cliché and are simply truths.</p> <p>Saying them will put you at no risk of having your tongue fed to a cat.</p> <p>&#8220;Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, even Christ.&#8221;  Ephesians 4:15</p> <p>Have you ever rewritten a cliché? Share in the comments.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> TGIF – Prayer https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/15/tgif-prayer/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:96eea461-6001-368a-16b7-dc379af7b777 Fri, 15 Mar 2019 07:41:26 -0400 Classic Sound of Spring O my God, we huddled against an unusually harsh winter this year. Spring is finally here. My heart swells like the magnolia buds when I hear the musical trill of the red-winged blackbird as she builds a nest in the dry cattails. Thanks for noisy birdsong, purple crocuses, and blue and &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/15/tgif-prayer/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">TGIF &#8211; Prayer</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p><strong>Classic Sound of Spring</strong><br> O my God, we huddled against an unusually harsh winter this year. Spring is finally here. My heart swells like the magnolia buds when I hear the musical trill of the red-winged blackbird as she builds a nest in the dry cattails. Thanks for noisy birdsong, purple crocuses, and blue and green quiet beside the pond.</p> Gilded Age Comes to Life in Katelyn’s Choice http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/15/gilded-age-comes-to-life-in-katelyns-choice/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:df1c21f9-c0cb-d206-f9dd-978818448622 Fri, 15 Mar 2019 06:32:45 -0400 <p>The Gilded Age comes to life in fellow author Susan G. Mathis&#8217; first novel of the Thousand Islands Series, called Katelyn’s Choice. Releasing on March 15th with Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas (LPC), I&#8217;m giving away a copy on my Facebook page. Simply comment on this post and you are in the drawing. Back Cover Copy Katelyn [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/15/gilded-age-comes-to-life-in-katelyns-choice/">Gilded Age Comes to Life in Katelyn&#8217;s Choice</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpFirst">The Gilded Age comes to life in fellow author Susan G. Mathis&#8217; first novel of the Thousand Islands Series, called <em>Katelyn’s Choice.</em> Releasing on March 15<sup>th </sup>with Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas (LPC), I&#8217;m giving away a copy on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/peggysue.wells">my Facebook page</a>. Simply comment on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/peggysue.wells">this post</a> and you are in the drawing.</p> <h2 class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><b>Back Cover Copy</b></h2> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Katelyn Kavanagh’s mother dreamed her daughter would one day escape the oppressive environment of their Upstate New York farm for service in the enchanting Thousand Islands, home to Gilded Age millionaires. But when her wish comes true, Katelyn finds herself in the service of none other than the famous George Pullman, and the transition proves anything but easy.</p> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Thomas O’Neill, brother of her best friend, is all grown up and also working on Pullman Island. Despite Thomas’ efforts to help the irresistible Katelyn adjust to the intricacies of her new world, she just can’t seem to tame her gossiping tongue—even when the information she’s privy to could endanger her job, the 1872 re-election of Pullman guest President Ulysses S. Grant, and the love of the man of her dreams.</p> <h2><b>Author Susan G. Mathis</b></h2> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Susan G Mathis is a multi-published author of stories set in the beautiful Thousand Islands, her childhood stomping ground in Upstate New York. <i>Katelyn’s Choice,</i><i>The Fabric of Hope: An Irish Family Legacy</i>, and <i>Christmas Charity </i>will transport you to a time and place few have visited.</p> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Susan makes her home in Colorado Springs, enjoys traveling globally with her husband, Dale, and relishes time with her four adorable granddaughters.</p> <p class="m_-4344855794366334830gmail-MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Find out more at <a href="http://www.susangmathis.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.SusanGMathis.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1550345229024000&amp;usg=AFQjCNERJqEnz9GDzRjuWaJaLcbb41H1gw">www.SusanGMathis.com</a>.    <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Mathis-blue-e1544717688682.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-7312 alignright" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Mathis-blue-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a></p> <h2><strong>Sample Chapter</strong></h2> <p>The U.S. Gilded Age and the Thousand Islands Gilded Age is historically from 1870 to the early 1900s. This was a time of great economic growth, when European immigrants flooded into the U.S., and railroads expanded America at an alarming rate.</p> <p>Mark Twain coined the term in his 1873 novel, <em>The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, </em> a satirical piece showing this time period as masking social problems with thin gold gilding.</p> <p>Rich and poor, servant and served, beauty and trouble characterized the period. In her Thousand Islands Gilded Age series, Susan G. Mathis shows those days through the history and setting of the beautiful Thousand Islands in Upstate New York – a Downton-Abbey-meets-the-Thousand-Islands from the perspective of the servant girl.</p> <h2>Pullman and President Grant</h2> <p>In 1872, George M. Pullman invited President Grant to visit his small island during the reelection campaign. Thanks to hungry journalists—Pullman launched a season of the rich and famous buying lots of the Thousand Islands and building castles, mansions, and magnificent summer homes. Those islands, those homes have delightful, intriguing, and often poignant stories to tell.</p> <p>In<em> Katelyn’s Choice, K</em>atelyn Kavanagh’s mother dreamed her daughter would one day escape the oppressive environment of their Upstate New York farm for service in the enchanting Thousand Islands, home to Gilded Age millionaires. When her wish comes true, Katelyn finds herself in the service of the famous George Pullman.</p> <p>Thomas O’Neill, brother of her best friend, is also working on Pullman Island. Despite Thomas’ efforts to help the irresistible Katelyn adjust to the intricacies of her new world, she just can’t seem to tame her gossiping tongue—even when the information she’s privy to could endanger her job, the love of the man of her dreams, and the 1872 re-election of Pullman guest, President Ulysses S. Grant.</p> <h2><strong>Excerpt from <em>Katelyn’s Choice</em></strong></h2> <p>Even at breakfast, Katelyn marveled that the swirl of fumes didn’t choke President Grant as he continued his cigar smoking. After she poured his coffee—without incident—she responded to his wink with a relieved smile and stepped back in line.</p> <p>Mr. Pullman took a generous slurp of coffee and set the cup down. “How did you fare the night, sir?”</p> <p>The president stopped cutting his omelet and gazed wistfully out the window and then at Mr. Pullman. “My repose was most assuredly that of genuine enjoyment, a wonderful treat during this harried campaign. This blue bosom of the mighty St. Lawrence held me in its spell all the night long, enchanting me with a dream of a quiet piece of heaven and that of calmer affairs than I have had in a long while. Pullman, old chap, you respite on one of the myriads of gems you call an island. I call it a bit of paradise.”</p> <p>Mrs. Pullman sent a pleased glance toward her husband, who gave her a slight nod. “I am delighted you rested well, sir, and you are most welcome here anytime.” She took one of the dainty muffins that Katelyn offered from a silver platter.</p> <p>The first lady turned to Mrs. Pullman. “It is a delightful place. I should think every island here will be quickly scooped up by those who can afford such a summer’s rest.”</p> <p>President Grant agreed and smiled so lovingly at his wife that Katelyn wondered if he would get up and kiss her at the breakfast table. “Did you know I spent four years stationed at the Madison Barracks in Sackets Harbor? It was beautiful, to be sure, but not like these islands.” He went on to talk about the War of 1812 battlegrounds and the quaint little town on the shore of Lake Ontario, not fifty miles from there. “It got mighty cold in the winter, and the snow? Never saw the like of it. One winter we had near ten feet of it, and a nasty blizzard nearly froze us all to death.”</p> <p>Mr. Pullman laughed. “Yes, that’s why the Thousand Islands is only a summer spot.”</p> <p><strong>Enter your name in the drawing for a free copy of <em>Katelyn&#8217;s Choice</em> by Susan G. Mathis <a href="https://www.facebook.com/peggysue.wells">HERE.</a></strong></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/15/gilded-age-comes-to-life-in-katelyns-choice/">Gilded Age Comes to Life in Katelyn&#8217;s Choice</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week 2019 http://www.freelanceknight.com/national-multiple-sclerosis-awareness-week-2019/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:d9c523be-0b5c-f234-8b73-3ddb479ffa5c Fri, 15 Mar 2019 05:30:53 -0400 <p>March 10 to 16 this year is National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week. I thought it would be a good time to update you on my wife&#8217;s disability. Angie was diagnosed with Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis in July 1997. Over the years&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/national-multiple-sclerosis-awareness-week-2019/">National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week 2019</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> That Dangerous Word http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=21632 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:dac13f7b-f535-d0a1-c503-ba38594ebb39 Wed, 13 Mar 2019 09:21:11 -0400 We teach our children to avoid bullying words. Bad words. However, we forget to warn them of the most dangerous word of all: “Never” has not appeared on the official Mothers’ Wash-out-your-mouth-with-soap List. It does not throw around the weight of “antidisestablishmentarianism” or preen itself as “zygodactylus” does. “Never” is pronounceable and SCRABBLE-friendly, accommodating and [&#8230;] <p>We teach our children to avoid bullying words. Bad words.</p> <p>However, we forget to warn them of the most dangerous word of all:</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920-1024x332.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21638" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920-1024x332.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920-300x97.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920-768x249.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920-624x202.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Never-on-chalkboard-1927332_1920.jpg 1115w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>“Never” has not appeared on the official Mothers’ Wash-out-your-mouth-with-soap List. It does not throw around the weight of “antidisestablishmentarianism” or preen itself as “zygodactylus” does. “Never” is pronounceable and SCRABBLE-friendly, accommodating and safe.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Wash-your-mouth-selection-of-soap-2333412_1920-1024x870.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21640" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Wash-your-mouth-selection-of-soap-2333412_1920-1024x870.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Wash-your-mouth-selection-of-soap-2333412_1920-300x255.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Wash-your-mouth-selection-of-soap-2333412_1920-768x652.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Wash-your-mouth-selection-of-soap-2333412_1920-624x530.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Don’t believe it.</p> <p>Definitely don’t say it.</p> <p>Otherwise, you will join thousands who never speed — those who find themselves listening to troopers’ lectures and writing big checks.</p> <p>If you diss someone’s double chin — “That will never happen to me” — you soon will trip over yours.</p> <p>We exercise the least caution when referring to marriage and children — especially if single and/or childless.</p> <p>I recall my early resolve never to marry a pastor like my father. Instead, I married a doctor. Soon, I realized I had not appreciated Dad’s job. No parishioner ever approached him at KFC to discuss Aunt Pearlie Mae’s hemorrhoids while I was eating mashed potatoes and gravy. Or trying to.</p> <p>Likewise, if you determine your future husband will never appear in public looking like that, you will marry one who wears a sports coat to dress up sweat pants.</p> <p>If you declare your wife will never buy Longaberger baskets or Gucci handbags, prepare to attend ribbon cuttings when the aforesaid companies name new plants after you.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-nursery-1078923_1920-1024x720.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21642" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-nursery-1078923_1920-1024x720.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-nursery-1078923_1920-300x211.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-nursery-1078923_1920-768x540.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-nursery-1078923_1920-624x438.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Even used by others, “never” exerts surprising power. Sixty-plus years ago, my mother’s doctor decreed she never would have children. My four siblings and I like to think of ourselves as miracles.</p> <p>“Never” takes child-rearing to brutal levels, e.g., when an expectant parent decrees, “I will never allow bedtime manipulation.” Such naïveté guarantees nursery conditions rivaling those of a POW camp. Sleepless parents make marks on the wall, hoping Baby sleeps before graduation.</p> <p>Some will “never” use the TV as a babysitter — only to park kids before Barney marathons with Cheeto Pizza when desperate for romance. Or a shower.</p> <p>The madness continues. Our children never will throw tantrums in restaurants, flush our phones, or cherry-bomb school restrooms.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-cropped-soccer-referee-3769454_1920-1024x673.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21637" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-cropped-soccer-referee-3769454_1920-1024x673.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-cropped-soccer-referee-3769454_1920-300x197.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-cropped-soccer-referee-3769454_1920-768x505.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-cropped-soccer-referee-3769454_1920-624x410.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>I declared I never would be a soccer mom. At least, I wouldn’t be ejected for hassling referees.</p> <p>Um. &#8230;</p> <p>Enough of me. Back to you. Your children never acquire Amish beards, cleavage or tattoos, right? They never choose colleges that would bankrupt Donald Trump, bring home Chewbacca’s twin as a prospective mate, or lose your credit card in Leningrad.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-night-in-st-petersburg-russia-1034319_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21639" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-night-in-st-petersburg-russia-1034319_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-night-in-st-petersburg-russia-1034319_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-night-in-st-petersburg-russia-1034319_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-night-in-st-petersburg-russia-1034319_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Interestingly, as years accumulate, “never” diminishes. Hubby and I eat in front of the TV, our feet on the furniture. We tell fun stories, but we never repeat ourselves. Conscientious grandparents, we never spoil our grandchildren.</p> <p>Above all, we never say &#8230;</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Cropped-pebbles-never-lost-hope-2636197_1920-1024x262.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21636" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Cropped-pebbles-never-lost-hope-2636197_1920-1024x262.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Cropped-pebbles-never-lost-hope-2636197_1920-300x77.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Cropped-pebbles-never-lost-hope-2636197_1920-768x196.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190313-Cropped-pebbles-never-lost-hope-2636197_1920-624x159.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What happened the last time you said “never”?</p> Spring https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/03/spring.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f7bb187b-8b8a-e018-0477-9fb5958d3a17 Tue, 12 Mar 2019 22:24:41 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Robins have been seen even on snowy days, promising warmer weather. Indiana, however, is known for frequent climate changes.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjvb7t9mUVo/XIXOLwW6k-I/AAAAAAAAVEo/4p--cto-yOs-aUVFIwuxP6sqs1EF3r2_ACLcBGAs/s1600/53611011_10100735883631716_1104841523276546048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="465" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjvb7t9mUVo/XIXOLwW6k-I/AAAAAAAAVEo/4p--cto-yOs-aUVFIwuxP6sqs1EF3r2_ACLcBGAs/s320/53611011_10100735883631716_1104841523276546048_n.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like the weather, my writing project does not spring forward as steadily as I would like. However, signs of hope pop up like the robins. My writers' critique group reviewed the chapter I rewrote and had very helpful and encouraging comments. I am so grateful for their feedback.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I keep finding old photos that now mean so much more as I connect them with the letters I am going through. Here is the kitchen my parents put together in&nbsp;our first home in La Carlota. Dad made all the cabinets from the crates that contained their belongings. One container was lost for months. They had nearly despaired of ever recovering it, and were thrilled when it was found and brought to Argentina by a returning missionary.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The arrival of the famous box was like an early Christmas. Many of my toys were there, pieces of fabric for Mother to make our dresses, and Dad's valuable study books. The high chair Daddy made before leaving the US was in it, as well as the handles for the cabinets.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">An interesting note about that kitchen:&nbsp;<span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mother commented that some said theirs looked like ones you saw in the magazines, "</span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">It’s not quite that but it is</i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">nicer than most of the missionaries have and it didn’t cost as much."</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/-firvTZ63c98/XIgnlQjV_VI/AAAAAAAAVFc/6fmwtLinfuAur83mYAqFp_EzdO3cOXwzgCLcBGAs/s1600/Kitchen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="1600" height="218" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-firvTZ63c98/XIgnlQjV_VI/AAAAAAAAVFc/6fmwtLinfuAur83mYAqFp_EzdO3cOXwzgCLcBGAs/s640/Kitchen%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; text-align: left;">The mother who made all my clothes and was so good at decorating each home is now, at age 97, still making lovely art. I visited her this week and saw two recent pieces displayed at the entrance of the Health 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdeXXLQVHk0/XIXOL4pLr_I/AAAAAAAAVEg/_j4hz-0i5zw-yg5LVjCYfjhPg-ecNGoDwCLcBGAs/s1600/53597412_10100735267142166_203045893178392576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="909" height="358" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdeXXLQVHk0/XIXOL4pLr_I/AAAAAAAAVEg/_j4hz-0i5zw-yg5LVjCYfjhPg-ecNGoDwCLcBGAs/s640/53597412_10100735267142166_203045893178392576_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;">I chose that day, March 7, to combine my visit with a birthday celebration for my youngest brother - Alan (56). His sons prepared the meal, I brought the cake. I so appreciated catching up on their lives. We'll have to do that more often!</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/-1mRy7ndyj4Q/XIXOMWLXeDI/AAAAAAAAVEs/gPyD96CAgJgUWEt6j9K_1M2GggyRCbVuQCLcBGAs/s1600/Alan%2527s%2BBD%2Bselfie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="988" height="382" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mRy7ndyj4Q/XIXOMWLXeDI/AAAAAAAAVEs/gPyD96CAgJgUWEt6j9K_1M2GggyRCbVuQCLcBGAs/s400/Alan%2527s%2BBD%2Bselfie.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;">One of my siblings wanted to know more about our Hoyt grandparents. As I searched my files, I was reminded that Grandma Hoyt's birthday was also in March, the 10th. She would have been 135.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lly8gg_0gHs/XIgjcZ5R7lI/AAAAAAAAVFQ/38UKi3UYW3gcMJvaIfce4zD7Zm0QC9JagCLcBGAs/s1600/CCI03122019_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1111" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lly8gg_0gHs/XIgjcZ5R7lI/AAAAAAAAVFQ/38UKi3UYW3gcMJvaIfce4zD7Zm0QC9JagCLcBGAs/s320/CCI03122019_0004.jpg" width="222" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anna Leola Dorsey Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also found handwritten notes about the grandmother I never really knew. Photos and people tell me I look like her, probably true, both short, round faced, not slim. I have very sparse memories of her. She lived with us some when my parents were in seminary and cared for me while Mother was in class. However, I was only an infant. One photo of grandma reflects her joy as she holds me, her very first granddaughter after ten grandsons. I have a memory of playing with treasures in her lower drawer--buttons and trinkets. On our first furlough, when I was seven or eight, we visited her in her little house in Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do remember my father's sadness when his mother passed away at age 73 in December 1957. I was in eighth grade. We were on furlough living with our Hirschy grandparents in Evans City, Pennsylvania. Daddy was the only one who attended her funeral in Indiana. Mother was only a few weeks away from giving birth to Ivan, child number four.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I came across another bit of "Hoyt history" as I searched the archives. It happened in 1939. The family moved from Ashland, Ohio, to Winona Lake, Indiana. Grandpa Hoyt had already abandoned them. They were following Herman, the oldest, now the acting head of the family. The younger four boys made the trip on bicycles, sleeping in cornfields at night. Nowadays biking is a popular sport or leisure activity. What would it have been like back then? What kind of bikes did they have? How long could it have taken them? So many questions and no one to ask, all four--Garner, Lowell, Solon, Bud--are gone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Memorable moments of the week:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca invited me to her tea party! And, of course she had to show me her clean room, introduce me to all her Barbies and horses, model her dinosaur feet and head piece (accompanied by a dinosaurish roar), and read library books including <i>How do dinosaurs learn to read, </i>by Jane Yolen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't you just love all her expressions?!</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/-jnePLpGl_FE/XIXOM_PwRBI/AAAAAAAAVEw/2Q-O-KfoJJw1-7HMH1r4z5OkTYFoPaNFgCLcBGAs/s1600/Rebecca%2527s%2Bparty%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/-jnePLpGl_FE/XIXOM_PwRBI/AAAAAAAAVEw/2Q-O-KfoJJw1-7HMH1r4z5OkTYFoPaNFgCLcBGAs/s640/Rebecca%2527s%2Bparty%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 big event of the week was Team 1720's first competition. Michael was gone Friday through Sunday. I didn't go to this one, but followed them closely from afar. They had a great start and remained number one the first day. As often happens, the robot lost some functionality and they dropped to third place, which was still amazing. In the playoffs they lost to alliance #7 who went on to beat #1.&nbsp;</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-503dacZtlbs/XIXONbZQIyI/AAAAAAAAVE0/KKTxysPhUsQ-Uy9x_mc34qBHCfnvrpXvQCLcBGAs/s1600/Team%2BSt.%2BJ%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1532" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-503dacZtlbs/XIXONbZQIyI/AAAAAAAAVE0/KKTxysPhUsQ-Uy9x_mc34qBHCfnvrpXvQCLcBGAs/s640/Team%2BSt.%2BJ%2BCollage.jpg" width="612" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elijah performing scouting duty; mechanic mentor Mike operating on the Space Walrus</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So proud of the two Kochs on the team!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/LIjUdQRFuGs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Mothers In Waiting—Healing and Hope for Those with Empty Arms http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/12/mothers-in-waiting-healing-and-hope-for-those-with-empty-arms/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:664f6d19-1999-cc36-5851-f82ad860d244 Tue, 12 Mar 2019 22:00:43 -0400 <p>Empty Arms. Infertility. Mothers in waiting, longing to have a child. According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, about ten percent of women in the United States have difficulty getting pregnant or staying pregnant. That’s 6.1 million women whose bodies work differently when it comes to having a baby. Friend and fellow author, [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/12/mothers-in-waiting-healing-and-hope-for-those-with-empty-arms/">Mothers In Waiting—Healing and Hope for Those with Empty Arms</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Empty Arms. Infertility. Mothers in waiting, longing to have a child. According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, about ten percent of women in the United States have difficulty getting pregnant or <a href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/when-a-baby-dies-2bb8638a0196">staying pregnant</a>. That’s 6.1 million women whose bodies work differently when it comes to having a baby.</p> <p>Friend and fellow author, Crystal Bowman, teamed up with her daughter-in-law, Meghann Bowman, to pen a heartfelt, vulnerable, and helpful book for women with empty arms, <em>Mothers in Waiting.</em> Crystal tells us about their book:</p> <p>When infertility rules a woman’s life, the downward spiral begins. Every day experiences become painful reminders. She stays home from church on Mother’s Day, and she cringes when she receives another baby shower invitation. The condition also takes a toll on her marriage as making loves turns into making babies.</p> <h4>Empty Arms</h4> <p>This is how my daughter-in-law, Meghann, felt for more than five years. Besides wondering what was wrong with her body–and why she couldn’t do the one thing that a woman’s body is supposed to do—she felt alone. Surrounded by pregnant friends and happy baby announcements, she struggled with feelings of inferiority and sadness.</p> <p>After several exhausting years, Meghann finally became pregnant and is currently the mother of two healthy little ones. Her desire is to offer hope and encouragement to other women who are walking that lonely path. She wanted to write a book and came to me for help. Since her story is only one woman’s story, I had an idea: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mothers-Waiting-Healing-Those-Empty/dp/0736975365/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=Crystal+Bowman%2C+Mothers+in+Waiting&amp;qid=1552441222&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2-catcorr"><em>what if we collected stories from 30 women so we could have a wide variety of stories?</em> </a>Meghann said, “Yes!” and the project began.</p> <h4>Sharing Stories</h4> <p>I thought finding 30 women to share their stories would be difficult, but God brought them to me one after the other. No matter where I went, I met women who wanted to share their stories. <a href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/when-a-baby-dies-2bb8638a0196">Women of all ages, all ethnicities, and all walks of life offered their stories of infertility, surgeries, miscarriage, adoption, in vitro  failures and successes, as well as finding peace in being childless.</a> The result is a beautiful new book titled <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mothers-Waiting-Healing-Those-Empty/dp/0736975365/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=Crystal+Bowman%2C+Mothers+in+Waiting&amp;qid=1552441222&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2-catcorr"><em>Mothers In Waiting–Healing and Hope for Those with</em> <em>Empty Arms. </em></a></p> <p>Each story follows the same format: My Story; My Struggle, My Strength, and My Scripture. Each story is told through the voice of the contributor—honest, real, and heartfelt. There are no easy answers or simple solutions offered. Readers with aching hearts will find hope and encouragement from women who want to walk beside them, identify with their pain, and point them to God.</p> <p>Get your copy of Crystal Bowman and Meghann Bowman&#8217;s book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mothers-Waiting-Healing-Those-Empty/dp/0736975365/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=Crystal+Bowman%2C+Mothers+in+Waiting&amp;qid=1552441222&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2-catcorr">Mothers in Waiting HERE.</a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/12/mothers-in-waiting-healing-and-hope-for-those-with-empty-arms/">Mothers In Waiting—Healing and Hope for Those with Empty Arms</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Hoosier Hospitality https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/11/hoosier-hospitality/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:8c507c45-4e7a-515e-356c-551285816180 Mon, 11 Mar 2019 07:33:01 -0400 I don’t know what day it is. It’s been nine months since I retired, and a rhythm has developed to my weeks. Sunday morning still has me in church for an hour of fellowship; Tuesday noon I attend an Al-Anon meeting learning to detach and yet still care; and Friday noon my writers’ group meets &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/11/hoosier-hospitality/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Hoosier Hospitality</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>I don’t know what day it is. It’s been nine months since I retired, and a rhythm has developed to my weeks. Sunday morning still has me in church for an hour of fellowship; Tuesday noon I attend an Al-Anon meeting learning to detach and yet still care; and Friday noon my writers’ group meets to discuss one of our current stories. But this pesky polar vortex has descended on us again with below-zero wind chills, and I haven’t been anywhere this week. All my days have run together. The geese didn’t return on the first day of March (see <em>Frank and Opal</em>), and no wonder. The pond is frozen over again and it’s too cold to be outside for anyone except fur-hooded folks who like igloos.</p> <p>In-between arctic plunges, I chatted with Billy, who had repaired my ninety-year-old mom’s car. I was hoping he couldn’t fix the u-joint, whatever that is, but he did (see <em>Jerky and Pears</em>). Since he works unadvertised in his driveway, many of my readers will never get the benefit of his vehicle-repair expertise. By the way, my mom says she wants to drive again if spring ever comes, but that’s another story.</p> <p>Billy told me about what had recently happened to him. Apparently K.S. isn’t the only one who loses $50 bills (see <em>The Red Truck</em>). He had stopped in at the local bar for a late afternoon pick-me-up, and then headed to the grocery store. When he reached into his pocket to pay for cigarettes and coffee, his fist came up empty.</p> <p>“I knew which pocket my fifty-dollar bill was in, but it warn’t there,” he told me.</p> <p>He left his items with the cashier and re-traced his steps to the tavern. “I asked the bartender if anyone had turned in a $50 bill, knowing the chance was slim to none.” </p> <p>A stranger at one of the tables overheard his question and piped up, “Which table were you sitting at?”</p> <p>Billy turned around to speak to him and pointed at the table.</p> <p>“Which chair were you sitting in?” the man asked.</p> <p>Billy walked over and pointed again.</p> <p>“Which side of the chair did your fifty-dollar bill fall on?”</p> <p>Billy said, “The left side. Had it in my left pant’s pocket.” </p> <p>The stranger reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a $50 bill and said, “This must be yours, then.”</p> <p>That’s life in small-town America, filled with kind strangers and honest car mechanics. Hoosier hospitality is real, and still deals out fairness and generosity, both of which are in short supply in our country’s leadership. But that’s altogether another story.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Springing Forward? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=21468 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:851483e0-b2b5-faeb-5264-4252e3ca9ff9 Mon, 11 Mar 2019 07:11:29 -0400 “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth and Daylight Saving Time,” said NO Bible. Ever. OMG, perhaps those who make such laws should leave the creating to You! <p>“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth and Daylight Saving Time,” said NO Bible. Ever. OMG, perhaps those who make such laws should leave the creating to You!</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190311-time-change-astronomy-3217141_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21467" width="534" height="301"/><figcaption> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br><br> </figcaption></figure></div> <p> </p> On My Shelf: Caregiver Defined http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-caregiver-defined/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:740251a2-159e-2c1a-5e9b-31b0c1820b2f Fri, 08 Mar 2019 05:30:25 -0500 <p>I realize not all of my readers are caregivers or are provided care by another, but you have chosen to be on this journey with Angie and me as you read each of our blogs. Continuing our discussion during Indiana&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-caregiver-defined/">On My Shelf: Caregiver Defined</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> The Whale Guy https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/the-whale-guy/ Dan L Fuller Country Writer urn:uuid:df725206-d688-b49a-cf8c-14159cb7d041 Fri, 08 Mar 2019 05:30:03 -0500 I am fascinated by whales. During my one visit to Hawai, I was amazed to see a group (pod) of them swim by as I stood on the balcony of my hotel room. That makes me think of Jonah. You know, the whale guy in the Bible. As the story goes, God told him to &#8230; <a href="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/the-whale-guy/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Whale Guy</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="327" data-permalink="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/the-whale-guy/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647/" data-orig-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=516&#038;h=345" data-orig-size="1200,803" 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="ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=516&#038;h=345?w=300" data-large-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=516&#038;h=345?w=676" class="alignnone wp-image-327" src="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=516&#038;h=345" alt="ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647" width="516" height="345" srcset="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=516&amp;h=345 516w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=1032&amp;h=690 1032w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=300&amp;h=201 300w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=768&amp;h=514 768w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/ocean_whale_splash_water_tail-118647.jpg?w=1024&amp;h=685 1024w" sizes="(max-width: 516px) 100vw, 516px" /></p> <p>I am fascinated by whales. During my one visit to Hawai, I was amazed to see a group (pod) of them swim by as I stood on the balcony of my hotel room.</p> <p>That makes me think of Jonah. You know, the whale guy in the Bible. As the story goes, God told him to go to the wicked city of Nineveh, tell them to clean up their act and follow God. Jonah didn&#8217;t want to and got on a boat going the opposite direction. During a storm he got swallowed by whale (&#8220;great fish&#8221;). Realizing God was serious about this, Jonah went and did what he was told (after being coughed out by the whale). As a result, the people repented and the city was saved.</p> <p>Jump ahead to today. As I was watching the Smithsonian channel, I saw an interesting new twist to the story. Isis terrorists, wanting to show their disrespect to the Jewish community, blew up a monument of Jonah in that city. About the time they were laughing and high-fiving each other, it was discovered that the explosion had opened up a web of ancient tunnels with many artifacts that verified Jonah&#8217;s existence and his accomplishments there.</p> <p>It is interesting that so many times when sceptics declare there is no evidence that a biblical city or character existed, some archeologists (or bumbling terrorists) discover that the Bible was right again.</p> <p>I was also amused when the narrator suggested that Jonah of the whale story and the prophet of Ninnivah were separated by three hundred years obviously making the whale story a myth.</p> <p>That theory doesn&#8217;t threaten my faith in the accuracy of the Bible. After all, we are dealing with God who could create several trillion galaxies out of empty space and, in the pure atmosphere of a new earth,  make some people live hundreds of years, even bring the dead back to life. He would surely have no problem in making a whale do a &#8220;slight-of-fin&#8221; trick with a runaway prophet.</p> <p>Another article stated that in the early days of whaling, a sailor was indeed swallowed by a whale and later rescued alive.  Just give it time, and someone will discover that it all worked out and the Bible is right again.</p> <p>&#8220;Salvation is of the Lord.&#8221; Jonah 2:9 (KJV)</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> March: The Dream Month? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=21126 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:52a42e5d-86cc-ee34-a1ba-6c938b4e50c1 Wed, 06 Mar 2019 07:28:48 -0500 Few Midwesterners regard March as the dream month. Though Halloween’s goblins haunt October, March often qualifies as the year’s worst nightmare. First, the time change disrupts biological clocks. “Spring forward?” Time saved? That Sunday ranks as the crankiest of the church calendar. If I were a pastor, I’d refuse to preach until everyone had consumed [&#8230;] <p>Few Midwesterners regard March as the dream month.</p> <p>Though Halloween’s goblins haunt October, March often qualifies as the year’s worst nightmare.</p> <p>First, the time change disrupts biological clocks. “Spring forward?” Time saved?</p> <p>That Sunday ranks as the crankiest of the church calendar. If I were a pastor, I’d refuse to preach until everyone had consumed two cups of coffee, plus three doughnuts apiece to sweeten tempers.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-Sunday-coffees-and-donut-3960489_1920-1024x719.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21129" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-Sunday-coffees-and-donut-3960489_1920-1024x719.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-Sunday-coffees-and-donut-3960489_1920-300x211.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-Sunday-coffees-and-donut-3960489_1920-768x539.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-Sunday-coffees-and-donut-3960489_1920-624x438.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>By March, we who have braved winters have had it with gloating snowbird social media — especially if Mother Nature goes off her meds, delivering a final winter blow.</p> <p>Before attempting to consider March a “dream month,” let’s visualize it as a combination of pluses and minuses — a wintry mix, as weather gurus term it.</p> <p>First, March weather in the Midwest presents a huge opportunity to complain. We <em>love </em>to complain!</p> <p>Also, most snowbirds return by March’s end, when Indiana typically suffers its wickedest weather. Watching beach babies shiver in sandals makes it all worthwhile.</p> <p>“This is nothing,” we stalwart Hoosiers brag. “Wait till you hear The Weather Channel’s predictions for April!”</p> <p>Another March mixed blessing: my birthday — far more welcome during my childhood. </p> <p>Now, though, my birthday presents a legal opportunity to abandon my wretched diet and silence my exercise video’s cheery nagger.</p> <p>A new mixed blessing arrived with this year’s birthday: Social Security. I look forward to its benefits — but, Uncle Sam, haven’t you made a <em>big</em> mistake? I’m still in college. </p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-birthday-girl-1971114_1920-1024x683.png" alt="" class="wp-image-21132" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-birthday-girl-1971114_1920-1024x683.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-birthday-girl-1971114_1920-300x200.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-birthday-girl-1971114_1920-768x512.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-birthday-girl-1971114_1920-624x416.png 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Given my “young” mindset, I hardly plan to retire, as I’ve grown inordinately fond of shooting off my mouth via print. Good behavior doesn’t sound nearly as fun.</p> <p>Plus, around my birthday, I dream of next year’s writing adventure. What stories will tease me? What new imaginary friends will visit while I write their novels? March brings the best writing weather of the year, when I rarely venture from my cozy writing cave.</p> <p>March also presents a lo-o-ong transition time in which we can contemplate spring cleaning for a whole month without actually doing it. Ditto for yard work.</p> <p>Winter days remain for camouflaging flab with baggy sweaters. Yet, during thaws, we can raid spare room closets for (baggy) spring clothes.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-game-day-loaded-hot-dog-825158_1920-1024x576.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21133" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-game-day-loaded-hot-dog-825158_1920-1024x576.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-game-day-loaded-hot-dog-825158_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-game-day-loaded-hot-dog-825158_1920-768x432.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-game-day-loaded-hot-dog-825158_1920-624x351.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>During March Madness, basketball fans dream of their teams winning it all. Yet, spring training baseball scores awaken cravings for the sound of bat on ball, hot dog fragrances, and “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” wafting on spring breezes.</p> <p>Daffodils, the ultimate dreamers, urge us to leave winter behind, as does the calendar that naively celebrates spring on March 20.</p> <p>So what if they’re out of touch with reality? March is indeed the dream month, and I’m ready to celebrate. Who’s with me?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-21136" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How do you celebrate/survive March?</p> On Frozen Pond https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/03/on-frozen-pond.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:291a78de-0315-04ec-bff8-5d13fc08acdc Mon, 04 Mar 2019 11:23:40 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Frozen in place. That's how I have felt the last two weeks since I lost the chapter I was working on. Stuck. Not moving forward.<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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAgm5RD-x9A/XHxHFYRWjUI/AAAAAAAAVC8/9cq3Iuyo_tM6GZmbG_TVYZRgclflcTgZACLcBGAs/s1600/53482331_10100732511724046_3601040025669599232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAgm5RD-x9A/XHxHFYRWjUI/AAAAAAAAVC8/9cq3Iuyo_tM6GZmbG_TVYZRgclflcTgZACLcBGAs/s400/53482331_10100732511724046_3601040025669599232_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pond at the back of our land</td></tr></tbody></table>Not that I was inactive, doing nothing, paralyzed. Just not making progress, not moving forward. And the road ahead loomed circuitous and unattainable.<br />I saw the perfect visual representation this weekend as the youngest grandsons and I explored our woods. We came across ancient gigantic vines. The boys tried to be like Jack and the Beanstalk and climb up to the sky--an impossible challenge, fun nonetheless.<br />Does anyone want to venture a guess as to how old these vines could be?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1zIIxS3zw/XHxUJjiLX6I/AAAAAAAAVDU/Drv2sSUt8esM8s0CgA9-8q66nIQ0XSsBQCLcBGAs/s1600/Giant%2Bvines%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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1zIIxS3zw/XHxUJjiLX6I/AAAAAAAAVDU/Drv2sSUt8esM8s0CgA9-8q66nIQ0XSsBQCLcBGAs/s640/Giant%2Bvines%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Six year-old Jude modeled for me the persistance it takes to make progress. When he came Friday evening, he saw my knitting project laying on the couch and asked to learn. So we got out needles and yarn for him to practice. His little hands had to practice several skills to control the needles, the tension of the thread and go through the steps for each stitch: down in, wrap, pull through, off. Wow! He did not give up!</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/-mswK4k6WKqE/XHxUJUmuXLI/AAAAAAAAVDQ/WlS7j86o5Ng2-x31SQsU_XMLwxe82fpggCLcBGAs/s1600/53383207_10100732512946596_1204394995432292352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="459" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mswK4k6WKqE/XHxUJUmuXLI/AAAAAAAAVDQ/WlS7j86o5Ng2-x31SQsU_XMLwxe82fpggCLcBGAs/s320/53383207_10100732512946596_1204394995432292352_n.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">That kid really loves learning. Next he wanted a piano lesson! But we ran out of time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">February ran out all too soon as well.</span><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">An Argentine acquaintance wrote about this on&nbsp;March 1st! And I translated from the&nbsp;<span style="background-color: transparent;">Spanish</span>:</span></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I fell into the abyss between February and March.<br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">I’ve banged my head against the wall of dead hours on the corner of two stolen days.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">I've got injured stellar ribs, calendar fractures, dreams to be observed, some splintered laughs, painful absences, and a moonless insomnia that makes the night infinitely long.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">In the shadowy hallways a dog barks at nothing.</span></i>&nbsp;</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vilma Novick</span></i></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><i></i></blockquote>&nbsp;<i>P.S.:&nbsp;</i><i>The sun came out.&nbsp;</i><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><i>I shall go for a walk on the golden sidewalks of March.<br />I am frankly improved.</i></blockquote><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline;"><div style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It is March.&nbsp;After feeling "stuck" for the last two weeks, I am determined to move forward, march on!</span></div><div style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And so it was, that after a fun time with the grands at the Muncie Children's Museum . . .</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oIPj2suz4Q/XHyppAbxgKI/AAAAAAAAVDo/pjUuV38mjUIH0TLpKsqq62NTk2mfwhVYACLcBGAs/s1600/MCM%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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oIPj2suz4Q/XHyppAbxgKI/AAAAAAAAVDo/pjUuV38mjUIH0TLpKsqq62NTk2mfwhVYACLcBGAs/s640/MCM%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Marsh" cashier, Rebecca; reader Kayla in the Book Nook; Jude punching poor Ronald McDonald</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">. . . and while Michael and the team persistently worked on the robot (he has spent untold hours there this week) . . .&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oY5isla3FFk/XHxURnO170I/AAAAAAAAVDc/bcfiKc-kWPwRLOyllOuF5FJ779Yyx5dSwCLcBGAs/s1600/51556231_10161423428255652_6153463369408970752_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oY5isla3FFk/XHxURnO170I/AAAAAAAAVDc/bcfiKc-kWPwRLOyllOuF5FJ779Yyx5dSwCLcBGAs/s400/51556231_10161423428255652_6153463369408970752_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">. . . I grabbed a cup of tea (to wake me up after the busy Meemaw-weekend) and spent five hours rewriting chapter 8!&nbsp; Thank you, God!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We are grateful that 14-year-old grandson Elijah has made good friends in the PhyXTGears community as well as learning a whole bunch in the mechanical area.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cn8BO2SztP0/XHxUJ3xHqRI/AAAAAAAAVDY/le6QB21C88gd0Uqvl-woM_1-buVEgkoHwCLcBGAs/s1600/Elijah%2B1720%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1466" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cn8BO2SztP0/XHxUJ3xHqRI/AAAAAAAAVDY/le6QB21C88gd0Uqvl-woM_1-buVEgkoHwCLcBGAs/s640/Elijah%2B1720%2BCollage.jpg" width="586" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elijah, the week's featured student; working on the robot; watching matches to learn scouting skills&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Memorable Dates:</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Six years ago Daddy's body&nbsp; was laid to rest.</span><br /><div style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbSpiw5gsfs/XHyptpDAHMI/AAAAAAAAVDw/iUH1RqwbsiIcZd9wyB_N74MBEE3EGDGHgCLcBGAs/s1600/882264_10151547566086913_1733945065_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1600" height="270" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbSpiw5gsfs/XHyptpDAHMI/AAAAAAAAVDw/iUH1RqwbsiIcZd9wyB_N74MBEE3EGDGHgCLcBGAs/s400/882264_10151547566086913_1733945065_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">February 24, 2013, the viewing (Photo credit niece Tina Herschberger)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O66Abq8Kzx0/XHyptd9XIxI/AAAAAAAAVDs/nkDwshElwLUHo3piaCD22JJgSDYZw5qSACLcBGAs/s1600/887186_10151546152676913_1367710072_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="1376" height="444" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O66Abq8Kzx0/XHyptd9XIxI/AAAAAAAAVDs/nkDwshElwLUHo3piaCD22JJgSDYZw5qSACLcBGAs/s640/887186_10151546152676913_1367710072_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">February 25, 2013, the family after the memorial service (Photo credit cousin Stan Hoyt)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Since then, two more family members have joined Dad in heaven. Time is running out. We wait.</span></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/pytIms_w3Tk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Birthdays Aren’t So Bad http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=20996 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:4bf25f1e-2080-8103-42da-dc168a6b0093 Mon, 04 Mar 2019 07:20:12 -0500 Oh, my God, at my age, sometimes I want to forget birthdays. But OMG, considering all the blessings You’ve sent my way, don’t You think I should party the whole month? <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190303-BethSteveJayAnna.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20993" width="440" height="330"/></figure> <p><strong>Oh, my God, at my age, sometimes I want to forget birthdays. </strong><strong>But OMG, considering all the blessings You’ve sent my way, don’t You think I should party the whole month?</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/190303-BirthdayCake.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20995" width="447" height="432"/></figure> Forgive Well to Live Well: St. Patrick’s Day http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/04/forgiveness-cabbage-and-st-patricks-day-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:64a689df-ac8b-6cb4-038b-6026ffc60bcc Mon, 04 Mar 2019 06:07:20 -0500 <p>Beyond the wearing of the green, shamrocks, and Guinness merchandise, there is a timeless tale about how to forgive well to live well in the life of St. Patrick. Patrick was a bit of a wild youth growing up in England when raiders invaded his hometown and took Patrick to Ireland as a slave. Much [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/04/forgiveness-cabbage-and-st-patricks-day-2/">Forgive Well to Live Well: St. Patrick&#8217;s Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Beyond the wearing of the green, shamrocks, and Guinness merchandise, there is a timeless tale about how to forgive well to live well in the life of St. Patrick.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Patrick was a bit of a wild youth growing up in England when raiders invaded his hometown and took Patrick to Ireland as a slave. Much like Joseph of the Old Testament, while in captivity Patrick dedicated his life to the Lord.</p> <h4 class="graf graf--h4">Redemption</h4> <p class="graf graf--p">Years later, Patrick escaped, made the long trek to the coast, and talked his way onto a ship bound for England. Back at home he reunited with his family and studied to become a priest. But Ireland called to him in his dreams and, much to the dismay of his parents, he returned to the Emerald Isle.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The people of Ireland, including the king, were concerned that Patrick had come to exact revenge.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Legend has it that there was a bit of a showdown between Patrick and the king’s magician — something along the line of Moses and Pharaoh. Patrick demonstrated that his God was the one true God, and more powerful than the pagan gods the people worshipped. Patrick traveled the nation to share the Gospel with the Irish people.</p> <h4 class="graf graf--h4">Forgiveness</h4> <p class="graf graf--p">Patrick knew first hand there is no path around, over, or under the pain of having been deeply wronged. He understood that surrendering to forgiveness is the fastest way out of the life-draining, soul-sucking clutches of this emotional vampire known as depression. A resistance to forgive extends our time in the pit.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Reacting out of bruised feelings only hurts those we most love. That cycle is an emotional Hatfields and McCoys as you are hurt so you hurt others who are hurt so they hurt you back. <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+when+you+don%27t+know+what+to+say&amp;qid=1551735433&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+when+you+don%27t+know+what+to+say&amp;qid=1551735433&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">In the Greek, <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">forgiveness</em> means to release or free oneself from something that ensnares.</strong></a> An offense is like the bait stick of a trap. The only way out of the trap is through forgiveness.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Whether hurts and offenses make us or break us depends on how we respond. The topic of forgiveness triggers strong emotional responses. People get aggressive, agitated, apologetic, and defensive.</p> <h4 class="graf graf--h4"><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">Superpower</strong></h4> <p class="graf graf--p">Forgiveness is a superpower. Having little to do with the other person and everything to do with us, forgiveness makes possible the hope-filled future you want for you and your children.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">To better understand, let’s clarify <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=Rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1551735228&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=Rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1551735228&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull">what forgiveness is and what forgiveness is not.</a></p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em"><strong>Forgiveness is not blind injustice</strong>.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Never does forgiveness condone the actions of the person who hurt you nor stamp what happened as acceptable. Forgiveness never tolerates abuse nor gives the offender permission to continue hurting you or others. Forgiveness does not allow a serial murderer to go free to kill again nor release an offender from the consequences of his or her actions.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is healthy boundaries.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Forgiveness is not remaining in an abusive marriage or allowing our child to spend unsupervised time with a relative who is a child molester. It is not excusing a spouse’s abuse, addictions, or affairs.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is our choice. </em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Not dependent on circumstances or another person, when we choose to forgive, that person no longer defines who we are. No longer ladies-in-waiting, we need never wait for, “I am sorry. Will you forgive me?” Most people who offend you will never ask for forgiveness. Our offender has no power over our choices. We can choose to forgive because we have been forgiven.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is supernatural. </em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Seeking revenge is a natural human response. Forgiveness has nothing to do with being logical or fair. Derived from the word <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">gift,</em> we give for<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">give</em>ness with no expectations of the receiver. Forgiveness of grievous life-changing offenses does not make sense to the world.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is not forgetting.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Experiences are chemically burned into our memories. Forgiveness does not erase the past, but allows you to remember and deal with it.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness heals the forgiver.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">While you may think forgiveness is a gift you give to the one who hurt you, surprisingly, it is a grand contribution we give ourselves and our children. You transfer the debt the offender owes you to God. Then let God deal with it. Forgiveness prevents the abuser from having power over you and frees you from being sabotaged by the past. In this freedom, you can be a balanced, cheerful member of society.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness does not guarantee reconciliation.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Forgiveness takes only one person. Reconciliation is about both parties and requires movement from both sides. While many forgivers experience this full circle of restoration, many do not. We can choose to forgive our offender. Reconciliation requires action from the other person. Reconciliation is not wise when emotional or physical safety is at risk.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is not a feeling.</em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Like love, forgiveness is an action. You can act in a forgiving manner even when you do not feel like forgiving. You can stop seeking revenge. Choosing to forgive, putting closure to the event, transcends and eventually calms rollercoaster feelings. Forgiveness is not dependent on emotions<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">. </em>Rather than a sign of weakness, forgiveness is a courageous act of strength.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is not a magic wand. </em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Those who forgive difficult spouses, parents, or children are not promised ideal relationships in the future. A challenging person frequently continues to stir friction.</p> <h3 class="graf graf--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Forgiveness is a lifestyle. </em></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">It takes time to heal. Often the more grievous the offense, the more time is required to experience forgiveness. Forgiveness must be taught and practiced. The most content people have lives characterized by a continual attitude of forgiveness and being prepared to forgive. Forgiveness spills over and graces all relationships. Forgiveness is something everyone will have opportunity to experience.</p> <blockquote class="graf graf--pullquote graf--startsWithDoubleQuote"> <h2>“As long as we are breathing, we will be offended and we will offend.” — Jackie Kendall</h2> </blockquote> <p class="graf graf--p">Unintentional offenses happen merely because we are human. Selfishness is the root of many offenses. Other offenses victimize another; they are premeditated, deliberate, and stem from evil intent. Some offenses are easier to forgive than others. Everyone will encounter situations that can only be resolved through forgiveness.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Free Yourself to Love</em>, Jackie Kendall identifies six reasons we don’t forgive:</p> <p class="graf graf--p">1. We feel the offense was too great to be forgiven.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">2. The offense is a repeated offense.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">3. We struggle with the memories of the offense.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">4. We want the offender to be sorry, to pay for what was done.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">5. </strong>The offender never apologized.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">6. We are too angry to consider forgiving.<a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="#_edn1" data-href="#_edn1">[i]</a></p> <p class="graf graf--p">Forgiveness is the key that turns the lock to personal change granting the freedom to again dream, love, and live passionately. The truth we resist is that we are powerless to change another person. We cannot cause another to feel remorse. We cannot manipulate that person to feel or behave differently. Trust me, I tried.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=Rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1551735228&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=Rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1551735228&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull">The only person you can truly affect for change is yourself</a>. It’s easier to demand that the other person change because changing your own patterns, attitude, and behavior can be a personal herculean effort.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Or <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8">change can occur in a heartbeat</a>. Change happens when a person chooses to forgive.</p> <blockquote class="graf graf--pullquote"><p><a class="markup--anchor markup--pullquote-anchor" href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a">Change can occur in a heartbeat.</a></p></blockquote> <p class="graf graf--p">Patrick’s forgiveness of the people who had most harmed him had a deep impact on the Irish. The nation embraced Christ as Savior. All because a man named Patrick surrendered to God, practiced extreme forgiveness, and told others that their lives could be different through Jesus Christ.</p> <h3><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">On March 17, we celebrate Saint Patrick’s world-changing example of living well by forgiving well.</strong></h3> <p class="graf graf--p">Did someone say corned beef and cabbage?</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="#_ednref1" data-href="#_ednref1">[i]</a> From Jackie Kendall, <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Free Yourself to Love</em>, chapters 4–8<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">.</em></p> <h3 class="graf graf--h3">Baked Cabbage</h3> <p class="graf graf--p">My favorite way to make cabbage.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Slice cabbage into one-inch slices<br /> Brush with olive oil<br /> Sprinkle with salt, pepper, caraway, garlic and/or other favorite spices<br /> Place on baking sheet greased with olive oil<br /> Bake at 400 degrees for 25 minutes or until slightly browned</p> <p class="graf graf--p">For additional holiday traditions, <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-Dont-Know-Family/dp/0899573541/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1551218625&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-4" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-Dont-Know-Family/dp/0899573541/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1551218625&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-4">get a copy of <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">What To Do When You Don’t Know What To Say To Your Own Family</em></a></p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a">For Your Best Relationships, Avoid These Five Rs</a></p> <p>For additional holiday traditions, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-Dont-Know-Family/dp/0899573541/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1551218625&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-4">get a copy of <em>What To Do When You Don&#8217;t Know What To Say To Your Own Family</em></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/41h6gAVDGVL-e1413834922618.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-5888" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/41h6gAVDGVL-150x150.jpg" alt="Cover for Family book" width="150" height="150" /></a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/03/04/forgiveness-cabbage-and-st-patricks-day-2/">Forgive Well to Live Well: St. Patrick&#8217;s Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Recipe – Miss Ellie’s Cornbread https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/04/recipe-miss-ellies-cornbread/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:956edc6b-5fd1-912a-615d-0236954185f4 Mon, 04 Mar 2019 06:00:15 -0500 Miss Ellie and I discussed this recipe as I ended my last visit. (See Two Good Women and Contentment) “For good cornbread, the trick is to get hold of quality cornmeal,” I said. She looked at me and smiled. “Follow me.” We headed toward the covered porch where she pieces and sews quilts. As she &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/03/04/recipe-miss-ellies-cornbread/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Recipe &#8211; Miss Ellie&#8217;s&#160;Cornbread</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>Miss Ellie and I discussed this recipe as I ended my last visit. (See <em>Two Good Women</em> and <em>Contentment</em>)</p> <p>“For good cornbread, the trick is to get hold of quality cornmeal,” I said.</p> <p>She looked at me and smiled. “Follow me.”</p> <p>We headed toward the covered porch where she pieces and sews quilts. As she reached to open the top of the freezer, I asked, “Did you find somewhere to buy in bulk?”</p> <p>Miss Ellie pulled out a zip-loc bag and handed it to me. “We grind our own corn.” <em>Oh my.</em></p> <p>I thanked her profusely and drove straight home. Sam already had cajun red beans simmering on the stove, and made the cornbread within the hour.</p> <p><strong>Miss Ellie’s Cornbread</strong><br> <em>Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees.</em><br>1 c. cornmeal<br> 1 c. flour<br> 3/4 t. soda<br> 1 t. salt<br> 1 t. baking powder<br> 2 T. brown sugar (makes a crustier edge than white sugar)<br> Combine thoroughly. Make a well in center of mix. <br> Add 2 eggs. Beat slightly.<br> Add 1 c. sour milk (I pour 1 T. cider vinegar in cup, then fill with milk and let set a few minutes.) Beat well.</p> <p>Melt 1/4 c. lard in 8” iron skillet (or melt shortening) and pour into mix. Beat well.</p> <p>Pour mix back into the hot, well-greased skillet. Bake at 400 degrees for 20-25 minutes until well-browned and crusty around the edge.</p> Not sure I’m “Cool,” but I can try… https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/not-sure-im-cool-but-i-can-try-2/ Invisible Issues urn:uuid:086b1ffa-2d2d-8822-ca97-e852eae0320f Sat, 02 Mar 2019 21:27:40 -0500 “Be Cool. We Are!&#8221; An intriguing theme for Indiana’s Disability Awareness Month. I do encourage you to take a look at this message, shared by individuals with varying struggles. Governor Holcomb kicked off the month with support, and I appreciate the words he shared. What does it mean to be “cool”? To be “comfortable in &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/not-sure-im-cool-but-i-can-try-2/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Not sure I’m &#8220;Cool,&#8221; but I can&#160;try…"</span></a> My Odd Co-worker https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/my-odd-co-worker/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:3e4d569a-82fe-f5aa-bf60-c0214708cb1e Sat, 02 Mar 2019 09:18:26 -0500 Lately, I have been having problems with my co-worker. She claims her never-ending nap is work, she constantly follows me around and asks me to prepare her food, and she has been known to lay across whatever I am working on. Any effort on my part to get her to move is met with a &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/my-odd-co-worker/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">My Odd Co-worker</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1151" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/my-odd-co-worker/secretary-1149301_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=344&#038;h=390" data-orig-size="564,640" 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="secretary-1149301_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=344&#038;h=390?w=264" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=344&#038;h=390?w=564" class=" wp-image-1151 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=344&#038;h=390" alt="secretary-1149301_640" width="344" height="390" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=344&amp;h=390 344w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=132&amp;h=150 132w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg?w=264&amp;h=300 264w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/secretary-1149301_640.jpg 564w" sizes="(max-width: 344px) 100vw, 344px" /></p> <p>Lately, I have been having problems with my co-worker. She claims her never-ending nap is work, she constantly follows me around and asks me to prepare her food, and she has been known to lay across whatever I am working on. Any effort on my part to get her to move is met with a slow blink.</p> <p>If  anyone wonders why I don&#8217;t report her to management, it&#8217;s because she is management. At least, in her own eyes.</p> <p>She does have her good points. She is generally quiet unless she is singing an aria of her own composition. She attacks inanimate objects that are planning to come to life and revolt. She is kind enough to offer to do the dishes on a nightly basis. Not wanting praise for her work, she attempts to do this in secret and is always annoyed when caught.</p> <p>Her favorite Bible story is the one about the persistent widow and the unjust judge. She enacts it every night when I refuse to feed her the first time she asks.<img data-attachment-id="1152" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/my-odd-co-worker/20190105_100246/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=187&#038;h=140" data-orig-size="4032,3024" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;1.5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1546682566&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;250&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.1&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190105_100246" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=187&#038;h=140?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=187&#038;h=140?w=665" class=" wp-image-1152 alignright" style="color:#4b4f53;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;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/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=187&#038;h=140" alt="20190105_100246.jpg" width="187" height="140" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=187&amp;h=140 187w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=374&amp;h=280 374w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=150&amp;h=113 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190105_100246.jpg?w=300&amp;h=225 300w" sizes="(max-width: 187px) 100vw, 187px" /></p> <p>Okay, so I should probably mention that my co-worker is not exactly human. In fact, she is mostly feline. When you work from home, co-workers are in short supply.</p> <p>I will say that my Boss is far more helpful than my cat co-worker. Although I must confess that living up to His work ethic can be daunting. After all, He created an entire world in just seven days.</p> <p>Including very lazy cats who think that the rest of the world is their staff.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1153" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/my-odd-co-worker/20190114_142432/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=92&#038;h=123" 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;1547475872&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;250&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.041666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190114_142432" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=92&#038;h=123?w=225" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=92&#038;h=123?w=665" class=" wp-image-1153 alignleft" style="color:#4b4f53;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;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=92&#038;h=123" alt="20190114_142432" width="92" height="123" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=92&amp;h=123 92w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=184&amp;h=246 184w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/20190114_142432.jpg?w=113&amp;h=150 113w" sizes="(max-width: 92px) 100vw, 92px" /><span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#4b4f53;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;">&#8220;For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.&#8221;      Ephesians 2:10</span></p> <p>What&#8217;s the kindest thing a co-worker has ever done for you?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Indiana Disability Awareness Month 2019 http://www.freelanceknight.com/indiana-disability-awareness-month-2019/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:f316e449-8a34-fb46-49c4-eced474ec568 Fri, 01 Mar 2019 05:30:02 -0500 <p>March is Disability Awareness Month in Indiana. I have a lot of passion for Disability Awareness, as it impacts my family on a daily basis. My long-time readers are aware of this, but those of you new to the blog&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/indiana-disability-awareness-month-2019/">Indiana Disability Awareness Month 2019</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> The Name https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/the-name/ Dan L Fuller Country Writer urn:uuid:3383ed3a-9658-3013-a947-77613c62e7f8 Fri, 01 Mar 2019 05:20:50 -0500 It was a beautiful morning. The night&#8217;s chill warming away with the rising of the sun  over the Judean hills. A myriad of birds sang their awakening songs. Flowers sprinkled the edges of the path. But the young woman trudging up the road noticed none of these. She was absorbed in her own sorrow. Grief was &#8230; <a href="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/the-name/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Name</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="317" data-permalink="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/the-name/yellow-flower-israel-field/" data-orig-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=676" 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="Yellow flower israel field." data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=676?w=300" data-large-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=676?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-317" src="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=676" alt="Yellow flower israel field." srcset="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg 640w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=150 150w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/yellow-flower-israel-field..jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>It was a beautiful morning. The night&#8217;s chill warming away with the rising of the sun  over the Judean hills. A myriad of birds sang their awakening songs. Flowers sprinkled the edges of the path.</p> <p>But the young woman trudging up the road noticed none of these. She was absorbed in her own sorrow. Grief was her only companion. If possible her broken heart was shattered more with the discovery that the tomb was empty. She could not even pay her respects to the dear man who had given her unconditional love and hope for a bright future.</p> <p>So gripped by her pain, she hardly noticed the man, apparently the gardener, behind  her who asked her why she was crying. Then it happened. She recognized the voice that whispered one word, one name.</p> <p>&#8220;Mary.&#8221;</p> <p>It was Him, Jesus! The moment he spoke her name, Mary Magdalene&#8217;s world changed forever. Her worst day, now bloomed anew with hope, and everything was all right.</p> <p>I cannot fully imagine what that moment was like. But when I recently read again that familiar passage from the Bible, it struck me. That moment was monumental. It must have been breathtaking. It was darkness turned to light. Grief to delight. Death to new life.</p> <p>The closest I can get to that experience is when I was a little boy. In the dark, lonely and afraid it only took my father&#8217;s voice and one word. &#8220;Danny.&#8221; Then I knew I was safe and loved and everything was all right.</p> <p>Jesus still pursues us with love, whispering our names. Sometimes we don&#8217;t respond because of the distractions of life or pain or unhealthy temptations.</p> <p>But for those  who hear and turn and see the One who loves us unconditionally, discover a new day and hope that will last forever. When we hear Jesus whisper our names, we know we are safe and everything is all right.</p> <blockquote><p>&#8220;&#8230;thinking he was the gardener, she said, &#8220;Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.&#8221;</p> <p>&#8220;Jesus said, to her, &#8220;Mary&#8221;.</p> <p>She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, &#8220;Rabboni!&#8221; (which means, &#8220;Teacher&#8221;).     &#8211;John 20: 15-16 (NIV)</p></blockquote> Great Editors: James Murray and the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/02/28/great-editors-james-murray-and-the-oxford-english-dictionary-oed/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:bfcf7302-a01c-75c4-875b-a9e14b1260be Thu, 28 Feb 2019 20:41:21 -0500 It&#8217;s odd to think of a time when words did not have standardized meanings, when such things as dictionaries did not exist. In fact, of course, there was such a time. In his book The Professor and the Madman: a Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of The Oxford English Dictionary (New York: HarperPerennial, 1998), Simon [&#8230;] Dieting Days http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=20772 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:dac75ed9-5d52-8f90-32b1-32a897d49b2f Wed, 27 Feb 2019 07:30:19 -0500 My New Year’s resolution diet isn’t going well. Yours? No wonder. According to weight loss gurus, we should never diet when under stress. We should have postponed until a kind genie shoveled our driveways, thawed frozen pipes and freed us from snow days with kids who act like us. But no-o-o-o, we announced to spouses, [&#8230;] <p>My New Year’s resolution diet isn’t going well. Yours?</p> <p>No wonder. According to weight loss gurus, we should never diet when under stress. We should have postponed until a kind genie shoveled our driveways, thawed frozen pipes and freed us from snow days with kids who act like us.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-genie-of-winter-3084963_1920-1024x682.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20780" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-genie-of-winter-3084963_1920-1024x682.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-genie-of-winter-3084963_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-genie-of-winter-3084963_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-genie-of-winter-3084963_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>But no-o-o-o, we announced to spouses, relatives, Facebook friends and Australian Twitter pals that we intended to lose X number of pounds.</p> <p>Hollywood celebrities often tout advanced diet alternatives. Critics point out these people, habitually in rehab and/or kidnapped by aliens, might not prove health experts. But they are <em>thin</em>. Therefore, we must take their advice and adopt the following:</p> <ul><li><strong>Grapefruit Oil Diet</strong>. Instead of eating grapefruit, a dieter sniffs a vial of grapefruit oil before meals. The aroma fires up her liver, burning away every trace of the three Moose Tracks Sundaes she ate. Some report even better results from smelling skunk oil, but I’m not that desperate … yet.</li></ul> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-oil-de-skunk-687964_1920-1024x661.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20778" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-oil-de-skunk-687964_1920-1024x661.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-oil-de-skunk-687964_1920-300x194.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-oil-de-skunk-687964_1920-768x496.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-oil-de-skunk-687964_1920-624x403.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <ul><li><strong>Salmon Diet</strong>. Eating salmon three times a day combats inflammation, the alleged source of all health problems. It also exchanges the eater’s decrepit body for a young one, including a flashy facelift. Love the idea. But does it sound a little fishy?</li></ul> <ul><li><strong>Baby Food Diet</strong>. Mmm, strained turkey and beet dinners. An extra 200 calories are burned per meal if the dieter makes airplane sounds.</li></ul> <ul><li><strong>Lemonade Diet</strong>. Participants drink a mixture of lemon juice, cayenne pepper and maple syrup exclusively for 10 days. This liquid diet completely cleanses a body of toxins.*</li></ul> <p class="has-background has-luminous-vivid-amber-background-color"><strong>*The toxins run away screaming. This diet was carried out on a closed course by a professional. Do not attempt at home.</strong></p> <ul><li>Most dieters, without messy surgeries or loss of vital organs, practice some form of the <strong>Amputation Diet</strong> before weigh-ins. We clip nails, get haircuts, and remove clothing, jewelry, contact lenses/glasses and birthmarks before stepping on scales. In addition, Amputation Diet enthusiasts claim a loss of 10-25 pounds in one day if you don’t mind losing a limb.</li></ul> <p>Fortunately, we can retain our arms, yet remain on diets, if we plan carefully. Try a different diet every day of the month. How can this help? Most diets include a “splurge day.” Schedule 30 splurge days of 30 different diets, and you will never feel deprived.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-Splurge-ice-cream-sundae-2367077_1920-1024x730.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20782" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-Splurge-ice-cream-sundae-2367077_1920-1024x730.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-Splurge-ice-cream-sundae-2367077_1920-300x214.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-Splurge-ice-cream-sundae-2367077_1920-768x548.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-Splurge-ice-cream-sundae-2367077_1920-624x445.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Exercise is given far too much emphasis. <em>Watching</em> other people exercise, on the other hand, prevents injuries.</p> <p>Every dieter should collect helpful books, including <em>Virtual Calories</em> and <em>Meditate Away Your Fat Cells</em>.</p> <p>The websites were right. Since adopting this new approach, I find dieting a “fun, wonderful, educational journey.” One problem: I couldn’t zip my jeans this morning.</p> <p>Where’s that diet genie when I need him?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-diet-genie-hot-chocolate-3872046_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20783" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-diet-genie-hot-chocolate-3872046_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-diet-genie-hot-chocolate-3872046_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-diet-genie-hot-chocolate-3872046_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190227-diet-genie-hot-chocolate-3872046_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What diet tip can you share?</p> More Layers https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/02/more-layers.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:8eec0c85-0437-0995-250d-012b6d1ca31b Mon, 25 Feb 2019 09:27:50 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Again on my walks I was drawn to the many-layered fungus on the old tree stumps which remind me of my life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI1Tst6KpZI/XHMYbNeztEI/AAAAAAAAVCM/yObaddE-cRQFf_qPhEUnuckDOwr-VQ5ZgCLcBGAs/s1600/52926863_10100729011748026_4172254307917234176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="352" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI1Tst6KpZI/XHMYbNeztEI/AAAAAAAAVCM/yObaddE-cRQFf_qPhEUnuckDOwr-VQ5ZgCLcBGAs/s320/52926863_10100729011748026_4172254307917234176_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />As I work to recover the lost chapter, improve the writing process, rearrange the text, search and research, I continually uncover and discover new or forgotten things from the past.<br />For example, I learned a lot about snails after reading about them in one of my father's letters.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEb1VTQtGmE/XHH2IwHhpvI/AAAAAAAAVBU/doGi60mu9UE-KMJ0TxUZsW9tiO2jfi7UgCLcBGAs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEb1VTQtGmE/XHH2IwHhpvI/AAAAAAAAVBU/doGi60mu9UE-KMJ0TxUZsW9tiO2jfi7UgCLcBGAs/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">&nbsp;<span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Several weeks ago after a rain we noticed that our patio was just covered with snails. We had known that we had snails, but we didn’t realize that they were as the sand of the sea. They are this oblong type of snail. Which one sees in the water, but they have a round shell. I called them wood snails when I saw that at home. We began asking our hired girld if there was some powder or liquid which we could buy to kill them. She didn’t know about that, but she thought she could get someone to gather them. In the afternoon a little boy came to gather them and was he ever tickled. He must have gotten about two or three quarts of them. Those slimy, squashy animals were just wallowing all over each other. I asked him what he was going to do with them. "Voy a comerlas." What? You’re going to eat those things? "Sí, son riquísimos."</i> [they are delicious]<i>. . . He was perfectly welcome to them. They serve them as a delicacy in the better hotels here.&nbsp; I later learned that the owner of the house had brought those snails here to multiply for himself. </i>[October 19, 1946]</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I was as ignorant about the delectable <i>escargot</i>&nbsp;as my parents!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNox5CeyVw/XHH92DBoCRI/AAAAAAAAVB4/z9uStnH2eK0kxFHiV5OqM1EUuGDRObLvwCLcBGAs/s1600/escargots-a-la-bourguignonne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="620" height="213" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNox5CeyVw/XHH92DBoCRI/AAAAAAAAVB4/z9uStnH2eK0kxFHiV5OqM1EUuGDRObLvwCLcBGAs/s320/escargots-a-la-bourguignonne.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This week I also enjoyed listening to long-forgotten music, events, lectures, stories - all taken from obsolete cassettes and gathered as digitized files on one single DVD. Among the voices that stirred so many memories:<br /><br /><ul><li>our young children in a Saturday morning program on the ship Doulos&nbsp;</li><li>Mike and I mingling our own singing voices with all the others in a musical performed at Easter--<i>Breakfast in Galilee</i></li><li>the Doulos Singers repertoire</li><li>Marion and Walter, our dear Austrian friends' songs</li><li>the Bus family songs&nbsp;&nbsp;</li><li>my uncle, Dr. Herman A. Hoyt, giving a lecture--"Daniel and the 70 Weeks"</li><li>cousin, Dr. Fred de Rosset, being interviewed on Moody Radio for their Spanish program--"<i>Imágenes de Cristo en la narrativa"</i></li></ul><br />And there is much more to come.<br /><i><br /></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVAbiI3F4T0/XHH6XBrS74I/AAAAAAAAVBg/j6EBwAEhrBoR3MPdZfnqfarZU_8Ka0E6wCLcBGAs/s1600/52709841_10100729036074276_4542938328051220480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="960" height="397" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVAbiI3F4T0/XHH6XBrS74I/AAAAAAAAVBg/j6EBwAEhrBoR3MPdZfnqfarZU_8Ka0E6wCLcBGAs/s400/52709841_10100729036074276_4542938328051220480_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another rescued artifact is this 16mm film on a 3 1/2" reel. In one of those early letters my mother&nbsp; listed the contents in detail. My parents were so eager to share with family all about their new life - the sights, sounds, people and places. And, of course, a large portion was two-year-old me running around, being cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_aGAsFpoes/XHH8nrLbG_I/AAAAAAAAVBs/H2v-NqRHudYkHAxLXZlTlIWUxJpuulfPwCLcBGAs/s1600/16mm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="624" height="198" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_aGAsFpoes/XHH8nrLbG_I/AAAAAAAAVBs/H2v-NqRHudYkHAxLXZlTlIWUxJpuulfPwCLcBGAs/s200/16mm.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />February 21, Thursday, marked six years since Daddy's passing. Immersed as I am writing about that first year in Argentina, I chose a few photos from that time that show him with me.<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/-QEMIosunWuQ/XHHTvxlzVDI/AAAAAAAAVBM/Y627UDweCrgUQhmBKTkZAW4tcPs7PffOACEwYBhgL/s1600/Rockefeller%2BCenter%2BSept%2B1945.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1161" height="277" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEMIosunWuQ/XHHTvxlzVDI/AAAAAAAAVBM/Y627UDweCrgUQhmBKTkZAW4tcPs7PffOACEwYBhgL/s400/Rockefeller%2BCenter%2BSept%2B1945.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rockefeller Center, New York, September 1945</td></tr></tbody></table><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dboK7nqhOeE/XHHTvtDOkTI/AAAAAAAAVBE/XHbOSsEijPs-o2yk8WSO0kVKk_IY_VnAgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Rita%2527s%2Bconjuntivitis.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="601" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dboK7nqhOeE/XHHTvtDOkTI/AAAAAAAAVBE/XHbOSsEijPs-o2yk8WSO0kVKk_IY_VnAgCEwYBhgL/s400/Rita%2527s%2Bconjuntivitis.png" width="262" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rita's conjunctivitis (1946)</td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote class="tr_bq">On the back of the photograph in my mother's beautiful handwriting:</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>This is Rita when she had pink eye. We just took it as she was. Didn't even comb her hair. Notice the handful of rosebuds she had. That's her favorite task, picking flowers.</i></blockquote></blockquote><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/-Q7b7Fj067mM/XHHTu4IhfhI/AAAAAAAAVBI/N9g9-0ZKaVw4-gGUMPLyJIf2qHXAwzgTQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Anniversary%2Bcake%2Bbw.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="616" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7b7Fj067mM/XHHTu4IhfhI/AAAAAAAAVBI/N9g9-0ZKaVw4-gGUMPLyJIf2qHXAwzgTQCEwYBhgL/s400/Anniversary%2Bcake%2Bbw.png" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad and Mom's 4th anniversary cake (August 1946)</td></tr></tbody></table><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/-TqlV0sJKxXM/XHHTu8zHibI/AAAAAAAAVBA/AotBV-pBuB8kOcHu-hJ6PfrKHYpj2n79QCEwYBhgL/s1600/Embalse.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="588" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlV0sJKxXM/XHHTu8zHibI/AAAAAAAAVBA/AotBV-pBuB8kOcHu-hJ6PfrKHYpj2n79QCEwYBhgL/s400/Embalse.png" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vacation in <i>Embalse del Río Tercero</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fast forward ninety years, I wrote a poem about those last moments with him:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dear Daddy,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You lingered long years and days waiting for the trumpet call.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Months back when I asked how you were, you could barely whisper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I'm just waiting." Those were the last clear words I remember.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Your tired body did not hold out, your spirit eager to go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yesterday, I talked to you and touched your soft shoulder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You shuttered and sputtered, breathing was not easy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I stated to sing. I needed to reach you somehow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The 23rd Psalm came to me, oft sung to my children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I came to the shadow of death verse,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I sang loudly "I will fear no evil for Thou art with me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And again at the end, "I will dwell in the house of the Lord,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">forever, forever, in the house of the Lord forever. Amen."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Lord, take him home," I prayed in my heart. And He did!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Your passing was so gentle, almost imperceptible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mother said, "You put him to sleep."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We hugged and cried, so grateful to be there, so sad to be left.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">¡Hasta pronto, papá! See you soon, Daddy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rita</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">February 22, 2013</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A noteworthy event this week was Bag Day--the deadline for wrapping up the robot. There is a mad push in the last week to make sure every aspect comes together and works, so Michael was gone most days till late.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a video of the final tests before the bagging--https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=562344657611883&amp;t=5</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/-eQDqvZDEax0/XHGvY4UeJDI/AAAAAAAAVAU/tpPrLKasz34qs5tF8kvKQQJq3g4KV4HRACEwYBhgL/s1600/52927566_10100729052755846_3823390607137570816_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="1000" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQDqvZDEax0/XHGvY4UeJDI/AAAAAAAAVAU/tpPrLKasz34qs5tF8kvKQQJq3g4KV4HRACEwYBhgL/s400/52927566_10100729052755846_3823390607137570816_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Son Sam is looking on. He was in attendance as one of the parents. Elijah is on the team this year.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25oLO_s_mW0/XHGvYo1SO6I/AAAAAAAAVAY/sWnGj2RcbpE3zJfkuxiGnhnJ_TTNcvPTwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Gpa%2B%2526%2BElijah%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="1387" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25oLO_s_mW0/XHGvYo1SO6I/AAAAAAAAVAY/sWnGj2RcbpE3zJfkuxiGnhnJ_TTNcvPTwCEwYBhgL/s640/Gpa%2B%2526%2BElijah%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>At home, my focus is to write, and a diversion is to do art. I am joined once a week by a couple others and we attempt to follow online tutorials on Let's Make Art Together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfAH1YKcKaE/XHMXisSzT1I/AAAAAAAAVCE/7xyUQe2_1xskk92S1-_wDn9VureriVqhwCEwYBhgL/s1600/tropical%2Bsunset%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfAH1YKcKaE/XHMXisSzT1I/AAAAAAAAVCE/7xyUQe2_1xskk92S1-_wDn9VureriVqhwCEwYBhgL/s640/tropical%2Bsunset%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/E26jNqdpeeo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Return to a Healthy Diet? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=20627 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5ed887da-c47e-10bf-76db-f59fd247709f Mon, 25 Feb 2019 07:53:13 -0500 Oh, my God, thank You that despite an official food pyramid consisting of peanut butter, jelly and Wonder Bread—not one kale leaf in sight—we Boomers grew up big and strong. OMG, for our health’s sake, maybe we should return to our dietary roots?&#160; &#160; <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190225-peanutbj-food-2202381_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20628" width="423" height="237"/></figure></div> <p>Oh, my God, thank You that despite an official food pyramid consisting of peanut butter, jelly and Wonder Bread—not one kale leaf in sight—we Boomers grew up big and strong. OMG, for our health’s sake, maybe we should return to our dietary roots?&nbsp; &nbsp;</p> Frank and Opal https://onflesherpond.com/2019/02/25/frank-and-opal/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:10b1ea97-8201-75ab-1e25-d62896cd51b7 Mon, 25 Feb 2019 06:11:54 -0500 Some men have a corny sense of humor. Sam’s jokes and puns are so not funny. I usually just stare at him. This week I worked on the New York Times crossword puzzle and asked him, “What’s a five-letter word for ‘more dry, as in humor’? Drier can’t be right.” “H-mmm,” he said. As it &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/02/25/frank-and-opal/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Frank and Opal</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>Some men have a corny sense of humor. Sam’s jokes and puns are so <em>not</em> funny. I usually just stare at him. This week I worked on the <em>New York Times</em> crossword puzzle and asked him, “What’s a five-letter word for ‘more dry, as in humor’? <em>Drier</em> can’t be right.”</p> <p>“H-mmm,” he said.</p> <p>As it turned out, the word was <em>wrier</em>. “Wry is a good word. I haven’t used that word in, well, I never use that word.”</p> <p>“I used it just last week,” he said, and I began to be impressed.</p> <p>“Yes, I used it when I ordered a Reuben sandwich.”</p> <p>See what I mean?</p> <p>The columns of fog move and twist over the pond like ballet dancers in silent, slow procession. And then the sounds of the geese break the morning’s quiet. “Sam, they’re back!” </p> <p>One of the highlights of living on Flesher Pond is the return of Frank and Opal. They glide in on the first day of March more often than not. One year it was February 29. “It’s Leap Year,” I told Sam. “They don’t know it’s not March 1.”</p> <p>Each spring, Opal rebuilds her nest in the same spot. Beside the pond she sits, tucking in grass and twigs that are within reach. That done, she roams around searching for anything else suitable. She also pulls out her down to stuff in and around. Miss Fussy toils for a couple of days, and then she sits. Frank stands guard, and swims and eats at leisure, but Opal just sits. Once a day, in late afternoon when the sun slants through the trees, she gets up and waddles to the pond to feed.</p> <p>We named the geese after my paternal grandparents. Grandpa was gruff and scary, but Grandma Opal was just <em>good</em>. Our visits were always to see her and not Grandpa. As little girls, my sister and I thought Grandpa was called Opal, too. Grandma and Grandpa Opal.</p> <p>Frank and Opal, the geese, take a proprietary view of Flesher Pond and consider it their personal front yard. Arguments are rare, but Sentinel Frank is loud in his disapproval when any other geese want to land. When his “calamity is coming” honking begins, Sam and I know something’s up. Frank lifts in flight to head off the interlopers, but the new arrivals are indignant and challenge him. Attacking and swooping, Frank steers them away from the nest. If several birds land, Opal gets up to join in the fracas. The honking from all sides is loud and serious, but Frank always wins. Opal resumes her brooding, undisturbed.</p> <p>We don’t always get to watch the goslings grow. Some years a raccoon or fox upsets the peace and harmony, and we find broken eggshells scattered in the grass. One year Frank flew away before sundown. He does that sometimes. When Opal started honking and didn’t let up, I finally said to Sam, “Something is wrong.” </p> <p>She honked all night. Each time I woke up I heard her still calling. In the morning, she flew away from seven perfect, white eggs and never came back. We missed them and their little family that spring. The next year she came to build with a new “Frank.” Forty-five degrees a few days ago and sixty yesterday should thaw the pond. In about five days we look for our goose friends to return and try again.</p> <p><em>“The only real failure is the failure to try. And the measure of success is how we cope with disappointment. As we always must. We get up every morning, we do our best. Nothing else matters.”</em> from the movie <em>The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel</em></p> Where Fancy Wanders, Feet Should Follow https://janwallacereber.com/2019/02/where-fancy-wanders-feet-should-follow.html urn:uuid:3aeef219-31c2-6081-afb3-d66e1fbc7a8c Sun, 24 Feb 2019 17:11:50 -0500 &#160;A Castle Old And Grey by Alexander Anderson, Scottish Poet I never see a castle&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160; That is gaunt and grey and grim,&#160; But my thoughts at once go backward&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160; To the past so misty and dim. To the time when tower and turret,&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160; Kept watch far over the vale;&#160; And along the &#8230; <p class="has-text-color has-medium-font-size has-pale-pink-color"><strong>&nbsp;</strong><strong>A Castle Old And Grey</strong></p> <p><strong>by Alexander Anderson, Scottish Poet</strong></p> <p>I never see a castle&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is gaunt and grey and grim,&nbsp;<br> But my thoughts at once go backward&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To the past so misty and dim.</p> <p>To the time when tower and turret,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kept watch far over the vale;&nbsp;<br> And along the sounding draw-bridge&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Rode knights in their suits of mail.</p> <p>I see the sunshine glancing&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On helmet, pennon, and spear;&nbsp;<br> And hear from the depth of the forest,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A bugle calling clear.</p> <p>I fill the hall with visions&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of ladies rich in their bloom;&nbsp;<br> And stately knights in armour,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And waving with feather and plume.</p> <p>If I climb the broken stairway,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Where the stone is smooth and fine,&nbsp;<br> I hear a rustle and whisper,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And footsteps in front of mine.</p> <p>Whisper of youth and maiden,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As they met in the long ago;&nbsp;<br> His deep and strong and manly,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hers tender and sweet and low.</p> <p>But maiden and youth have vanished,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Away from the scene and the light;&nbsp;<br> Gone, too, the high-born lady,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And the plumed and armoured knight.</p> <p>Only the grey old castle,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of crumbling stone and lime,&nbsp;<br> Still stands to speak of the ages,&nbsp;<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And the iron footsteps of Time.</p> <p class="has-text-color has-pale-pink-color"><strong>Where Fancy Wanders, Feet Should Follow</strong></p> <p><strong>Tips for planning your UK vacation, Part 1</strong></p> <p>In the next several months I plan to do a lot of traveling, some with family and some on my own. Much of this traveling will be to one of my absolute favorite places: The United Kingdom. Scotland and England, in particular, seem almost to call to me. Maybe it&#8217;s my Scottish heritage My maiden name is Wallace. My father was John Walter Wallace, his father was John McClure Wallace, his father was Walter Betel Wallace, and Walter&#8217;s wife [my great-grandmother] was Marie McClure. That&#8217;s a long history of Scots! </p> <p>Maybe I&#8217;m drawn to the UK because of the beauty. Or the long (long) history. I suspect, though, that it has as much to do with castles. I am <g class="gr_ gr_9 gr-alert gr_gramm gr_inline_cards gr_run_anim Grammar multiReplace" id="9" data-gr-id="9">absolutely</g>, unnaturally enchanted by castles. Aren&#8217;t they romantic? Even a castle ruin can ignite my imagination and set my thoughts to the proverbial <em>flights of fancy</em>. Whatever the reason, I&#8217;ve spent several weeks in the UK over the past few years, and plan to make a couple more trips this year. </p> <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img src="https://janwallacereber.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/castle-2-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-208" srcset="https://janwallacereber.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/castle-2.jpg 1024w, https://janwallacereber.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/castle-2-300x225.jpg 300w, https://janwallacereber.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/castle-2-768x576.jpg 768w, https://janwallacereber.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/castle-2-360x270.jpg 360w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-text-color has-small-font-size has-very-dark-gray-color"><strong>Alnwick Castle</strong>:<strong>Northumberland, England, Seat of the 12th Duke of Northumberland (Also the place where Harry Potter learned to fly a broom, and the castle Lady Edith&#8217;s husband inherits just before they marry in the last episode of Downtown Abbey). </strong></p> </div></div> <p>Many people prefer to travel with organized groups or to book flights, lodging and rental cars through travel agents when touring overseas. I get that – making long distance plans can be daunting at best and nerve-racking at worst. But having someone else make your plans can also be restrictive and expensive. <em>Really</em> expensive. </p> <p>Personally, I prefer to make my own travel plans. In fact, I tend to kind-of obsess about it. I can be certain I get the flights I want departing the airport I want. I can stay for a day or a week and I don&#8217;t have to stick to a prepaid itinerary. I get to choose where to stay, preferring small apartments and family-run inns over more prestigious hotels with well-known names but little character. I decide when I want to take a short flight from one place to another, and when I&#8217;d prefer to drive my own car or maybe catch a train.</p> <p>I am not a travel agent nor a travel writer, and I&#8217;m not even a member of a frequent flier club, but I have had some amazing trips and—with the exception of that time when we set-up our GPS incorrectly and drove for over a hundred miles on a mountain strewn with dead sheep—I have never had a single plan go awry (more about the dead sheep some other time). Over the next few weeks, I will share with you my travel tips for touring the UK. I originally put these thoughts on paper for some friends who were planning their first trip to England. I hope they find my tips helpful, and I hope you will, too.</p> <p></p> A Peaceful Culling Of My Game Collection http://www.freelanceknight.com/a-peaceful-culling-of-my-game-collection/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:a9209f16-710f-6cd8-4a09-5c17a038a77c Fri, 22 Feb 2019 05:30:38 -0500 <p>I mentioned back in my 2019 Resolutions that I was going to be seeking peace, and one way of doing that was simplifying aspects of my life. Simplifying sounds simple enough, doesn&#8217;t it? Just do less things. Quit doing some&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/a-peaceful-culling-of-my-game-collection/">A Peaceful Culling Of My Game Collection</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> The Artistry of Birds https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/the-artistry-of-birds/ Dan L Fuller Country Writer urn:uuid:69ecb2ab-dc17-8eea-6367-f997469d2da3 Fri, 22 Feb 2019 05:30:15 -0500 I enjoy watching birds come to the feeder outside our picture window. They seem to enjoy their free meal. In a single morning I can see brown sparrows, gold finches,  black and white chickadees, gray titmice, and nuthatches that can hang upside down from the post. Sometimes there are colorful blue jays and bright red cardinals &#8230; <a href="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/the-artistry-of-birds/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Artistry of&#160;Birds</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="303" data-permalink="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/the-artistry-of-birds/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch/" data-orig-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=676" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;https:\/\/www.maxpixel.net\/&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS REBEL T2i&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;Nature Feeder Bird Bird Feeder Golden Finch&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;Copyright by MaxPixel&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;300&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;160&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0008&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;Nature Feeder Bird Bird Feeder Golden Finch&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="Nature Feeder Bird Bird Feeder Golden Finch" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=676?w=300" data-large-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=676?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-303" src="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=676" alt="Nature Feeder Bird Bird Feeder Golden Finch" srcset="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg 640w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=150 150w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/nature-feeder-bird-bird-feeder-golden-finch-3340039.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>I enjoy watching birds come to the feeder outside our picture window. They seem to enjoy their free meal. In a single morning I can see brown sparrows, gold finches,  black and white chickadees, gray titmice, and nuthatches that can hang upside down from the post. Sometimes there are colorful blue jays and bright red cardinals that stand out like lightbulbs against dark trees in winter.</p> <p>All this color and variety suggests intelligent design to me&#8211;an artist who loves color and variety and enjoys sharing it with us. After all, from evolution, wouldn&#8217;t a motley brown sparrow be the most practical way to go? It is a successful survivor, cammoflaged to hide in almost any background. But color and variety are beautiful and interesting.</p> <p>Of all the blackbirds from crows to ravens, why put a bright red shoulder patch on a redwing blackbird&#8211;a whimsical bit of variety that just looks good? Some scientist may suggest an evolutional point. But take it all together and it just looks beautiful and gives us humans joy and a lift to our days like a painting from a great artist.</p> <p>The Bible tells us that everything that God created is of value, all people, all living things, even the lowly sparrow. You are especially valuable to God the Creator-artist.</p> <p>&#8220;Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God&#8230; Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.</p> <p>Luke 12:6-7</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Spell Love L-I-S-T-E-N http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/20/love/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:1a86c047-bf75-eaa8-61b5-ce06101c664d Wed, 20 Feb 2019 14:51:01 -0500 <p>Do you spell love L-I-S-T-E-N? Because love is felt when one heart listens to the heart of another. Family is designed to be the place where each of us connect and belong. And connecting and belonging is a core need for humans. While always less than perfect, some family relationships are challenging. Yet, despite rugged [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/20/love/">Spell Love L-I-S-T-E-N</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Do you spell love L-I-S-T-E-N?</p> <p>Because love is felt when one heart listens to the heart of another. Family is designed to be the place where each of us connect and belong.</p> <p id="3313" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">And connecting and belonging is a core need for humans. While always less than perfect, some family relationships are challenging. Yet, despite rugged circumstances, people inherently know what family is supposed to be, and return to the family table holiday after holiday hopeful for the potential rather than seeing the pattern.</p> <p id="80dc" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">For those beginning a family, now is the time to create </strong><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1550685792&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1550685792&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">relationship glue </strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">— the reassuring bonds family members can count on. For those who wonder if there is hope for their tenuous family ties, begin today to create a safe place where family members can connect and belong. One person can press the reset button and be a catalyst for refreshing change.</strong></p> <blockquote id="58bf" class="graf graf--pullquote graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p"><p>“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” –Mahatma Gandhi</p></blockquote> <p id="058e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--pullquote">Since parents have the first access to the deepest place in a child’s heart, how we treat each other is vitally important to the development of each individual and for our family as a whole. Through <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1550685792&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=What+To+Do+When+You+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Say&amp;qid=1550685792&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-catcorr">big and small acts of kindness, respect, and thoughtfulness</a> we extend to one another on a consistent basis in the midst of good times and during the difficult days, family members form <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=s" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/What-When-You-Dont-Know/dp/0764223712/ref=s">relationship glue</a> — those memories, connections, poignant moments, and laughing until milk comes out our nose that shape a shared history and confirmation that we belong. Together.</p> <h3 id="11cc" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--h3-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1546468586&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=Rediscovering+Your+Happily+Ever+After" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1546468586&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=Rediscovering+Your+Happily+Ever+After">12 Characteristics of Healthy Families</a></h3> <p id="67fb" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A14WV8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i16" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A14WV8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i16">Healthy families</a> connect and belong when family members nurture these 12 positive characteristics:</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">1) Listen without interrupting. Hear the other person’s words.<br /> </strong></p> <p class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">2) Value and respect one another.</strong> Our words and actions are kind.</p> <p id="dc54" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">3) Communicate openly.</strong> Can talk about any topic. There are no secrets.</p> <p id="5cea" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">4) Give unconditional love</strong>. Even when family members don’t agree they understand, and are comfortable with, differing opinions.</p> <p id="aa68" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">5) Trust each other</strong>. Secure that confidences are protected and relationships are unconditional.</p> <p id="1737" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">6) Are committed to each other</strong>. Stay connected rather than isolating.</p> <p id="662e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">7) Show appreciation and affection</strong>. Saying please and thank you are common to daily life.</p> <p id="2a58" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">8) Pass on solid values</strong>. Character qualities including integrity, honesty, honor, and respect are descriptive of family members.</p> <p id="76db" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">9) Share a spiritual focus</strong>. Believe there is a loving and benevolent God who cares about them.</p> <p id="7ff2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">10) Have family holidays and traditions.</strong> Consistent touch points where family members communicate and celebrate life together.</p> <p id="6cc4" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">11) Pull together in times of stress and crisis</strong>. Through communication and companionship, family members navigate challenges.</p> <p id="84b4" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">12) Exercise calm problem-solving skills</strong>. People before things is a motto that reminds family members to be tender with each other through disagreements and adversity.</p> <p id="349e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Be assured, strong families do not boast an ideal, problem-free lifestyle. They do handle struggles as a team with the understanding that life is full of the unexpected. <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A14WV8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i16" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A14WV8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i16">Connected families</a> come in all sizes from the single parent to the extended household. <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1550686066&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1550686066&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull">No matter the number, you are still a family</a>.</p> <h3 id="4782" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--p">Spell Love L-I-S-T-E-N</h3> <p id="9f2f" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3">There is a reset button for family. That vital refreshment, and even a new beginning, is initiated when I take responsibility for my own emotional healing and then relate in healthy ways with other family members.</p> <p id="f737" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">To make an immediate positive change in relationships, practice listening.</strong> One of the most effective ways to honor and respect another is to listen. We certainly don’t have to agree, but people feel valued when we feel heard.</p> <p id="e3d8" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Think about it, when have you been the most frustrated, hurt, and even angry? How often was the root cause connected to a feeling of not being heard?</p> <p id="31d0" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Most importantly, ask questions, be truly interested in another, and listen to what they say. Avoid arguing a point and don’t pressure someone to change how they think or feel. Simply give the gift of respect and value through listening. Connect and belong through truly hearing another’s thoughts, experiences, and heart.</p> <p id="c48f" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">It feels like family.</em></p> <p id="7910" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Rich and full. Connected. Belonging. Rooted.</em></p> <p id="3c3b" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Creative and messy. Serious and hilariously funny. Deep and witty.</em></p> <p id="d6ec" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Fruits and vegetables and our famous homemade brownies</em></p> <p id="2b35" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">and floss your teeth and yes you can stay up fifteen more minutes.</em></p> <p id="1fa2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">It’s </em>Für Elise<em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> played perpetually on the piano;</em></p> <p id="019b" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">hot chocolate made with cocoa, honey, cinnamon, and ginger every morning;</em></p> <p id="72db" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">dishes piled in the sink because no one puts them in the dishwasher;</em></p> <p id="ca89" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">mounds of laundry we affectionately refer to as Mt. Never-rest; chalk on the driveway, playing dollhouse, Dutch Blitz marathons, occasional burp-offs,</em></p> <p id="cc09" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">reading stories aloud, and speaking in movie quotes.</em></p> <p id="0044" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“I feel at ease,” described my daughter.</em></p> <p id="5e59" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“We are a mix of </em>Little Women<em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> and </em>The Odd Couple<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">,” my teenager observed.</em></p> <p id="07c0" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">I smile and hold the moment close. We are a family.</em></p> <p id="f72e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Excerpt from <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1550686066&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After-ebook/dp/B005ECARWU/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1550686066&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmrnull"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Rediscovering Your Happily Ever</em></a><em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> After By PeggySue Wells</em></p> <h3 id="00af" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--p">Take Action</h3> <p id="08db" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3">We press the reset button for our family and avoid emotional tension when we change the conversation. <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://mailchi.mp/3370242efc6b/better-conversations" target="_blank" rel="noopener nofollow nofollow noopener" data-href="https://mailchi.mp/3370242efc6b/better-conversations">Click here</a> for a list of questions designed to encourage safe dialog at family gatherings or during one-on-one discussions.</p> <ul class="postList"> <li id="d9a2" class="graf graf--li graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--li-anchor" href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/is-your-home-spelled-s-a-f-e-421b59954f95" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/is-your-home-spelled-s-a-f-e-421b59954f95">Is Your Home Spelled S-A-F-E?</a></li> <li id="9be6" class="graf graf--li graf-after--li"><a class="markup--anchor markup--li-anchor" href="https://medium.com/tag/family-relationships?source=post" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/tag/family-relationships?source=post">Family Relationship</a></li> <li id="3d5d" class="graf graf--li graf-after--li"><a class="markup--anchor markup--li-anchor" href="https://medium.com/tag/connect-and-belong?source=post" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/tag/connect-and-belong?source=post">Connect And Belong</a></li> <li id="1677" class="graf graf--li graf-after--li"><a class="markup--anchor markup--li-anchor" href="https://medium.com/tag/conversations?source=post" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/tag/conversations?source=post">Conversation</a></li> <li id="e232" class="graf graf--li graf-after--li"><a class="markup--anchor markup--li-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1546468485&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=homeless+for+the+holidays+book" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1546468485&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=homeless+for+the+holidays+book">Homeless for the Holidays</a></li> </ul> <figure id="f94d" class="graf graf--figure graf-after--li graf--trailing"> <div class="aspectRatioPlaceholder is-locked"></div> </figure> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/20/love/">Spell Love L-I-S-T-E-N</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Microwave Numbers Game http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=20230 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:47f24fda-3361-755a-61eb-f9deafad6799 Wed, 20 Feb 2019 08:02:18 -0500 The past few decades, we Americans have discovered a new pastime, though many consider it a solemn responsibility: supervising microwave numbers. Each day, millions of men, women and children monitor microwave countdowns like space launches. I do like microwaves. They have saved more marriages than Dr. Phil. The first year of my husband’s medical practice, [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280-1024x688.png" alt="" class="wp-image-20237" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280-1024x688.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280-300x202.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280-768x516.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280-624x419.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-illus-numbers-on-microwave-29056_1280.png 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></div> <p>The past few decades, we Americans have discovered a new pastime, though many consider it a solemn responsibility: supervising microwave numbers.</p> <p>Each day, millions of men, women and children monitor microwave countdowns like space launches.</p> <p>I do like microwaves. They have saved more marriages than Dr. Phil.</p> <p>The first year of my husband’s medical practice, he spent our last penny to buy one for me. I didn’t know whether to kiss or kill him. As we navigated his 16-hour days and my baby bottles and strained peas, I leaned toward the kiss.</p> <p>I found myself eyeing each and every microwave number. Friends conducted similar surveillance when heating their babies’ rice cereal. Years later, we all continue the staring drill with every bag of popcorn and frozen lump of hamburger we forgot to defrost. Blinking is allowed. Apparently, though, transferring one’s gaze to a family member or a house fire is asking for trouble.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-bowl-of-popcorn-802047_1920-1024x678.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20236" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-bowl-of-popcorn-802047_1920-1024x678.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-bowl-of-popcorn-802047_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-bowl-of-popcorn-802047_1920-768x508.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-bowl-of-popcorn-802047_1920-624x413.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></div> <p>Why do we watch microwave numbers? If we don’t, will the food disappear into an alternative universe?</p> <p>As free Americans, we should cease this self-imposed tyranny.</p> <p>Math addicts claim to experience withdrawal without their daily allotment of numbers. Fine. Calculate how many nickels you’d use to pay taxes this year. Or count dishtowels you own whose color you can actually identify.</p> <p>I prefer theological ponderings: If God had made me a jellyfish, wouldn’t I be living someplace warmer?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-jellies-swimming-animals-1850998_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20238" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-jellies-swimming-animals-1850998_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-jellies-swimming-animals-1850998_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-jellies-swimming-animals-1850998_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-jellies-swimming-animals-1850998_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Perhaps you spend microwave time in practical pursuits, such as scrubbing grape Popsicle<sup>®</sup> stains your toddler grandson rubbed into white kitchen cabinets. (He’s 16 now? It’s probably time.)</p> <p>Some innovators learn new skills. Consider teaching yourself to tie your shoes left-handed or balance a celery stalk on your nose.</p> <p>Other number watchers focus on civic responsibilities, brushing up on the Pledge of Allegiance. They practice state capitals they learned in fifth grade, shouting ’em out, impressing the world — at least, coworkers in their lunchroom.</p> <p>We all could practice speeches we’d make if the President gave us two minutes of his time.</p> <p>We could practice what we’d say if God gave us two minutes of His time.</p> <p>Actually, He’s eager to hear us. He’d also applaud if, instead of spending 9.731 years of our lives overseeing microwave numbers, we’d build relationships.</p> <p>Build relationships? In minutes? Seconds? Certainly. Social media can connect us in microseconds.</p> <p>There’s also the old-fashioned phone call (“Hi. I was heating up kumquats and thought of you.”)</p> <p>We might even share a “Good morning” with spouse, family and coworkers.</p> <p>If you insist, watch every number as you heat your morning mug of tea. But I guarantee a 30-second kiss with your spouse will warm you even more.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/190220-cropped-SteveRachaelIUGazebo2019.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20239" width="407" height="295"/></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>What’s your favorite microwave-timer pastime?</p> Recipe – Venison Summer Sausage https://onflesherpond.com/2019/02/18/recipe-venison-summer-sausage/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:2aba92e3-d7ec-21a2-a4ae-8ee5da6d29e5 Mon, 18 Feb 2019 06:00:13 -0500 I ran into Billy recently [See Jerky and Pears and Two Good Women] and he gave me a couple of summer sausage logs. Nothing compares to home-made, including my quarts of tomato juice, a blend of half a dozen different heirloom varieties. Straight from heaven. So is Billy’s summer sausage. This recipe has been in &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/02/18/recipe-venison-summer-sausage/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Recipe &#8211; Venison Summer&#160;Sausage</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>I ran into Billy recently [See <em>Jerky and Pears</em> and <em>Two Good Women</em>] and he gave me a couple of summer sausage logs. Nothing compares to home-made, including my quarts of tomato juice, a blend of half a dozen different heirloom varieties. Straight from heaven. So is Billy’s summer sausage. This recipe has been in his family as far back as he can remember.</p> <p>5 lb of meat (2/3 ground venison, 1/3 ground pork)<br> 5 tsp Morton’s Tender Quick<br> 2 1/2 tsp garlic salt or powder<br> 2 1/2 tsp mustard seed<br> 1 tsp ground marjoram (or basil)<br> 1 tsp hickory salt (or liquid smoke)</p> <p>Mix together. Refrigerate 3-5 days, mixing once a day.</p> <p>Roll five logs and wrap in foil, or use jerky gun and shoot into casing. Put in oven for 2 hours at 150 degrees, then 2 hours at 170 degrees, then 2 hours at 180 degrees or until the center is 170-180 degrees (the higher temperature ensures the pork is done). </p> <p>If using 5 lb. of venison, or venison and beef mixture, bake at 150 for ten hours.</p> <p>Can be frozen up to six months.</p> Life Layers https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/02/life-layers.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:0d2cc82d-9e87-29ac-a862-af7fc7659287 Sun, 17 Feb 2019 17:03:03 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On one of my walks this week I spotted a small tree stump overgrown with fungus. It reminded me of my many layered life story.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4h4F4dLOfFI/XGikdlAU7qI/AAAAAAAAU-A/IUDy2UIp7w0SkSLamsQqK2ROHImCpXPWgCEwYBhgL/s1600/52141167_10100725328968346_4381660162897739776_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/-4h4F4dLOfFI/XGikdlAU7qI/AAAAAAAAU-A/IUDy2UIp7w0SkSLamsQqK2ROHImCpXPWgCEwYBhgL/s400/52141167_10100725328968346_4381660162897739776_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Though I am currently focused on writing about my early childhood, I come across memories (artifacts, photos, documents, letters) from one of the many other periods of life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Digging through files I discovered this layered family schedule--all six of us living under the same roof and each going in a different direction. Michael's 40-hour week schedule was not listed, nor baby Kayla's. We're guessing it was 1992 or '93. How did we survive those crazy days?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some interesting comments and memories are trickling in on the family&nbsp;Facebook page.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIj58ZIOgNE/XGikd5xswnI/AAAAAAAAU-E/SdhIg1ZFjsUvR5U72A9jA_kdyaI3UWjcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Fam%2Bschedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="1600" height="231" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIj58ZIOgNE/XGikd5xswnI/AAAAAAAAU-E/SdhIg1ZFjsUvR5U72A9jA_kdyaI3UWjcwCEwYBhgL/s400/Fam%2Bschedule.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I came across a photo that reminded me of what I recently read in those early letters when my parents were setting up housekeeping in Argentina.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SUOKEtZtqk/XGhQNqEU1MI/AAAAAAAAU9U/0mSeE6s21M00H_R2c3UG5MGpOp0oF5wsACEwYBhgL/s1600/52783845_10100725329297686_7178994039482482688_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="418" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SUOKEtZtqk/XGhQNqEU1MI/AAAAAAAAU9U/0mSeE6s21M00H_R2c3UG5MGpOp0oF5wsACEwYBhgL/s320/52783845_10100725329297686_7178994039482482688_n.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>Last Tuesday the 9th&nbsp;</i>[April 9, 1946]&nbsp;<i>our expensive washing machine came. It is a beauty and we believe we are going to like it very much, but right now there is some defect with the roller gears. The bowl or tub is a green and white mixture. All the other parts are white. Kathryn said she surely didn't want green, but she likes this very much. We have washed with it once and it seems to clean the clothes well. We already had two large tubs for rinsing and so I made two small benches for them. They will be on castors, so it will be handy for her to handle. We also bought a rubber tube to run the hot water into the tubs. right now we are washing in the bathroom because there is a mechanism there for heating the water. It operates like a gasoline stove and heats the water as it runs through a coil. It has no storage tank, but it heats as you draw the water. I imagine you wonder if we can get the water hot enough. Yes, I got it almost too hot last time. We hope however to get a storage tank, sometime, so that we can have hot water for other purposes.</i></blockquote>I have memories of helping occasionally with the complicated multi-step process. From my current perspective, I almost wonder whether washing by hand would not have been simpler. On the other hand, I wouldn't want to wash sheets or jeans by hand.<br /><br /><br />We listen to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological as we eat breakfast. Repeatedly this week I heard, "The Lord said to Moses." And then I could see my two-year old self in an anecdote from the ancient letters.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The other evening we were getting Rita ready to go to the evening service and out of the silence, she spoke up and said, “And the Lord spake unto Moses”. We certainly had to laugh. We didn’t think she was getting anything out of our devotions in the mornings from the Pentateuch, but apparently she had. She also says the word, tabernacle, once in a while around the house. (July 23, 1946)</span></i></blockquote><br /><div>Moving on to another era, our life on the M/V Doulos in the early 1980's.&nbsp;</div><div>Eduardo from Uruguay, one of our shipmates at the time, wrote about a vivid dream he had, and he mentions me among the few he remembers. Read about it in <a href="http://servantsatsea.org/el-doulos-en-marcha-otra-vez/">Servants at Sea</a>, if you can read Spanish, or translate it--&nbsp;<i><a href="http://servantsatsea.org/el-doulos-en-marcha-otra-vez/">el Doulos en marcha otra vez?</a>&nbsp;</i>(Doulos sailing again?)</div><div>Coincidentally, also this week, a photo surfaced from those Doulos days. Our children have such fond memories of their five years onboard.</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYTma4ystMY/XGi8Yy4V1lI/AAAAAAAAU-c/HVty2a3qrI8MEpWLh2oB7AwJRQn3CYvPwCEwYBhgL/s1600/181550_567617803826_3395599_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="670" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYTma4ystMY/XGi8Yy4V1lI/AAAAAAAAU-c/HVty2a3qrI8MEpWLh2oB7AwJRQn3CYvPwCEwYBhgL/s400/181550_567617803826_3395599_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doulos children on deck</td></tr></tbody></table><div>Valentine's Day had us reminiscing about our love journey of over 50 years--two years of correspondence, 49 of marriage.&nbsp;</div><div>However, the story that blessed us in a special way that day was of a dear couple in our community, also in my writers' critique group--T.R. and Angie Knight. I encourage you to read the blog post and listen to the podcast linked at the very end--<a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/knight-rider-a-tale-of-true-love/?fbclid=IwAR3MHzJD3lcdJFk1Vg_-GJSuWTZPpHeUxnxUtlK0WV6yzZ8csXUQ7uzSUMM">Knight Rider--a tale of true love</a>. You will be blessed!</div><div><br /></div>The salient events of the week:<br /><br />There were multiple accidents due to hazardous weather conditions. Among them was our 21-year-old grandson Skye on his way to work in Fort Wayne early Monday morning. To avoid a truck he was forced off the road, hit from the side or behind, spun around, totalled the car, but gratefully no one was hurt!<br /><br />That same night, we warned Moriah that our lane and driveway were impassable and she should spend the night on campus. She told us the next day that even walking from the Science building to the dorm was tricky and treacherous.<br /><br />Michael spent many long days at Madjax as the deadline to pack up the robot fast approaches. Next Tuesday is Bag Day.<br />I could watch him walking to and fro in the mechanical room, furthering the process of finishing, fixing, fine-tuning the robot they designed, all the while trying to teach and guide young students.<br />I have trouble recognizing others with this particular live stream camera view. What is the tell-tale feature that allows me to spot Michael?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7HfucCUJD8/XGjZt_N-qUI/AAAAAAAAU-o/gV6Eojwe5UEOW7NrXkmgS8N63aVzE0ZTQCEwYBhgL/s1600/52510835_10100726043506406_112712762324418560_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="848" height="426" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7HfucCUJD8/XGjZt_N-qUI/AAAAAAAAU-o/gV6Eojwe5UEOW7NrXkmgS8N63aVzE0ZTQCEwYBhgL/s640/52510835_10100726043506406_112712762324418560_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></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: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, I had a new experience--I joined a group of people that like to hike/walk/bike, all men, ha! We walked the Taylor Cross Country course and enjoyed conversation.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFl5J2IC01Q/XGijfOm67yI/AAAAAAAAU9g/ucifHUghdMoC6AHHiCKAYJdE7yIefM_5gCLcBGAs/s1600/Walking%2Bgroup%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="1600" height="382" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFl5J2IC01Q/XGijfOm67yI/AAAAAAAAU9g/ucifHUghdMoC6AHHiCKAYJdE7yIefM_5gCLcBGAs/s640/Walking%2Bgroup%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp; What adventures await in this eighth week of 2019?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/7529Ddcp4qM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Presidents’ Day http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=20113 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:f42675d6-326b-a1f8-7925-77a25d1a45ef Sun, 17 Feb 2019 03:14:14 -0500 OMG, this Presidents’ Day, thank You that I’m not the President. Even as a child, I realized it must be one tough job. Our teacher called George Washington the Father of Our Country. His classroom portrait looked more like the Grandma of Our Country. Look what the presidency did to him! <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/WashingtonPainting-835599_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-20114" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/WashingtonPainting-835599_640.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/WashingtonPainting-835599_640-251x300.jpg 251w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <p>OMG, this Presidents’ Day, thank You that I’m not the President. Even as a child, I realized it must be one tough job. Our teacher called George Washington the Father of Our Country. His classroom portrait looked more like the Grandma of Our Country. Look what the presidency did to him!</p> Countering Any Plot Against You http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2019/02/countering-any-plot-against-you.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:12eb4f62-703a-a484-4f73-4ad01682780f Fri, 15 Feb 2019 14:23:56 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">I have been in a place for the past week or so that feels like there is a plot against me. I cannot explain ALL, just that I feel a "dark cloud" over me, my spirit is agitated, I cannot connect with God, my wife, my kids, my friends--anyone. All of my words seem dampened and my mind and my heart seem to be too.</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">In my spiritual journey, I have become more aware of times like these and others that effect me negatively, and have learned to pause, reflect and pray--even fast if goaded to do so. I continue to hold on to Jesus and seek to connect and somehow break through this crustiness that stands in my way.&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">There is no sense in believing it will all pass away soon enough--it always does, but I have never been better for it if I just trust such a time/season to "fate" and believe that "whatever will be will be." I am a co-creator with God, created in His image and bear the markings of Jesus on my spirit--the Holy Spirit testifies that I am His and He is mine.&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">So what is a man to do when he senses a plot against him?&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">I was sitting next to a friend at my son's wrestling meet, and he spoke to me of the truths he had garnered from the life of Esther. I would like to share with you what the Holy Spirit is revealing to me through this text.&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">In Esther chapter 4, the context is this: the evil Haman has received permission from the king to serve the edict about killing all of the Jews in hopes of finally being rid of the testimony of faithful Mordecai, a thorn in his flesh. Haman is a decedent of Saul's disobedience in not slaying all of the Amalakite (King Agag's) people Samuel told him to. The edict is served and all of the city of Susa is in turmoil. Esther notices Mordecai's dismay and sends her servant to ask him what's going on for she sits in the palace and doesn't know.&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">When her servant came back to Queen Esther&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">he reports what her uncle said: what had happened to him, Haman's bounty for the destruction of the Jews, a copy of the Annihilation Edict delivered on the billboards of Susa, and with instructions for her "to go into the king’s presence to beg for mercy and plead with him for her people."</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Now, Esther chapter 4:</span></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-9" id="en-NIV-12772" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><b><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">9&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Hathak [Esther's head eunuch] went back and reported to Esther what Mordecai had said.</span></b></span><b><span class="text Esth-4-10" id="en-NIV-12773" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">10&nbsp;</span>Then she instructed him to say to Mordecai,</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text Esth-4-11" id="en-NIV-12774" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">11&nbsp;</span>“All the king’s officials and the people of the royal provinces know that for any man or woman who approaches the king in the inner court without being summoned<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12774F" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12774F&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference F&quot;&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;the king has but one law:<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12774G" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12774G&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference G&quot;&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;that they be put to death unless the king extends the gold scepter<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12774H" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12774H&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference H&quot;&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;to them and spares their lives. But thirty days have passed since I was called to go to the king.”</span></b></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-11" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Esther coughed up the law. She had been in the palace too long and forgot who she was. Mordecai needed to remind her who she was.</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><b><span class="text Esth-4-12" id="en-NIV-12775" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">12&nbsp;</span>When Esther’s words were reported to Mordecai,</span>&nbsp;<span class="text Esth-4-13" id="en-NIV-12776" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">13&nbsp;</span>he sent back this answer: “Do not think that because you are in the king’s house you alone of all the Jews will escape.</span>&nbsp;</b><span class="text Esth-4-14" id="en-NIV-12777" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><b><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">14&nbsp;</span>For if you remain silent<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12777I" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12777I&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference I&quot;&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;at this time, relief<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12777J" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12777J&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference J&quot;&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;and deliverance<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12777K" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12777K&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference K&quot;&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”</b><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12777L" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12777L&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference L&quot;&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;">The life-truths Mordecai has learned comes out of his deep spiritual faith. He reminds Esther of who she is: a Jew. There is no escaping her nationality. She should claim&nbsp; it--she needs to claim it and go forward in faithfulness to God. If she doesn't, God will remain faithful and help will come from another place. Isn't this awesome!? It is like God asking you to help him and if you say, No, he moves on to the next. HIS WILL is going to be done. The question is then, will you be the one?&nbsp;</div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;">There is also the question our human nature doesn't like to answer--"Do you think you will escape?" We always believe we will get away with whatever it is--because we think it is secret. Esther kept her nationality a secret in obedience to her uncle. Now he is telling her it is time for a revelation. The revelation is always for a time, and Mordecai makes that plain--"for such a time AS THIS!" Now is the time for Esther to come clean with who she is and God is going to capitalize on it--because Esther bears His name! SHE is His people; HE is her God. And that comes from one of the greatest promises of God.</div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><b><span class="text Esth-4-15" id="en-NIV-12778" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">15&nbsp;</span>Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai:</span>&nbsp;</b><span class="text Esth-4-16" id="en-NIV-12779" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><b><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">16&nbsp;</span>“Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12779M" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12779M&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference M&quot;&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>&nbsp;for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish.”</b><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-12779N" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-12779N&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference N&quot;&gt;N&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-16" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">Esther gets it. The truth sinks in and she is convinced. This is faith at its finest. But it came with guidance and good questions. We need guidance from others who will speak into our lives and help us do the right we know we need to do but is sometimes hard to do. And she was resolved. When was the last time you were resolved about anything? Are you resolved about the promises of your God? Like the three Hebrews about to be tossed into the fire who said, "And even if our God does not deliver us, O King, we will NOT bow to you!" The Church needs men and women of resolve.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-16" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">She fasted. Fasting breaks evil power. Fasting BREAKS evil powers. Somehow it creates a warp in the time-space continuum and that stuff from God's world gets into ours. Call it grace; call it mercy; call it glory or fairy dust, but whatever it is--it is not of this world. It comes from God and reveals what only GOD CAN DO! It was a three day fasting--a giving up, a sacrifice of the inner self-life to be focused on GOD and wait on Him.</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-16" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">SO if we look at it this way, the "it" being PLOTS AGAINST US, we can trust in God knowing that has good already planned and on its way if we just step up--resolve to believe, WAIT on HIM, sacrifice in his name by fasting 2-3-4 days, or as long as it takes.</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-17" id="en-NIV-12780" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><b><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">17&nbsp;</span>So Mordecai went away and carried out all of Esther’s instructions.</b></span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-17" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">Up until this point, Mordecai was the teacher, the leader, the uncle who gave orders and advice. But now, the student has become the teacher--Esther has come into her own faith and is about to test it. Mordecai gets out of God's way.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-17" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">This is what every parent needs to do--recognize when God is about to set up their kid for something good in the midst of bad and allow them the opportunity to see God do something great in his or her life.</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-17" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">So remember Esther--her example is how you counter the enemy's plots against you.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="text Esth-4-17" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></div></div> Prepping for Life (Part 3) https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/02/15/prepping-for-life-part-3/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:da1df0d1-ce31-7b97-7742-ff8b5c272ead Fri, 15 Feb 2019 09:00:01 -0500 The last two posts gave Part 1 and Part 2 of our Interterm capstone course for my Professional Writing seniors. The final piece of this three-week puzzle was a writing project (we are a Professional Writing major, after all). I built this as a hybrid course where we met every Monday, Wednesday, Friday for 3-1/2 hours, and the [&#8230;] Blue Snow https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/15/blue-snow/ Dan L Fuller Country Writer urn:uuid:3cacdfad-70b0-aeb1-c34f-bf06b06d61c6 Fri, 15 Feb 2019 08:30:31 -0500 Sometimes, after a fresh snow, there is a magic time just before sunrise. The hour before the sun appears over the horizon, the snow looks blue. It is beautiful in a soft solemn way. It is an interesting time to take a walk outside. There is a sense of mystery as the trees are still dark in shadow. &#8230; <a href="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/15/blue-snow/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Blue Snow</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="296" data-permalink="https://danlfullercountrywriter.wordpress.com/2019/02/15/blue-snow/sunrise-snow/" data-orig-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=676" data-orig-size="509,340" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D610&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;28&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;500&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="sunrise-snow" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=676?w=300" data-large-file="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=676?w=509" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-296" src="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=676" alt="sunrise-snow" srcset="https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg 509w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=150 150w, https://danlfullercountrywriter.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sunrise-snow.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 509px) 100vw, 509px" /></p> <p>Sometimes, after a fresh snow, there is a magic time just before sunrise. The hour before the sun appears over the horizon, the snow looks blue. It is beautiful in a soft solemn way. It is an interesting time to take a walk outside. There is a sense of mystery as the trees are still dark in shadow. And a slight feeling of danger follows the walker. In my area one can still hear the eerie howls of coyotes or the haunting hoot of a great horned owl. A friend reported seeing a mountain lion in his woods, probably migrated down from Canada through Michigan.</p> <p>It is like a symbol of our world. We live between the darkness and the light. There are predators out there from thieves to terrorists. Yet, much of the world is beautiful thanks to the creative light and grace of God.</p> <p>What I like about the hour of blue snow is that the darkness is moving away and the light is growing. Soon the sun will be up, dusting the snow with a rosy pink that builds until the meadow becomes a field of sparkling diamonds under the powerful brilliance of the sun.</p> <p>God, through His word, has shown that, though we presently live in mixed darkness and light, the Son is coming. We will know true peace, and joy, safety and love in the light of His forever day.</p> <p>&#8220;But the path of the just is as the shining light that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.  Proverbs 4:18 (KJV)</p> Happy Valentine’s Day https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/happy-valentines-day/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:750314f2-953c-ef29-0b53-deca4d2ec19d Thu, 14 Feb 2019 15:04:11 -0500 Advertisements <p><img data-attachment-id="1148" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/happy-valentines-day/blackboard-1992977_1280/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1280,873" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;ILCE-5000&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;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="blackboard-1992977_1280" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1148" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=665" alt="blackboard-1992977_1280" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/blackboard-1992977_1280.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> A Sweet Message https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/a-sweet-message/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:fac28c47-442a-95bd-4522-c87de821b935 Wed, 13 Feb 2019 13:07:39 -0500 &#160; Although I have not eaten a SweetHeart in years, I was sad to learn that there won’t be any for the 2019 Valentine’s season. I still remember the anticipation I felt when I opened the girly colored boxes as a child. I laid out all the hearts to read the messages and decide which &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/a-sweet-message/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">A Sweet Message</span></a> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1143" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/a-sweet-message/sweethearts-605247_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=504&#038;h=367" data-orig-size="640,466" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;18&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;DSLR-A700&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;135&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="sweethearts-605247_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=504&#038;h=367?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=504&#038;h=367?w=640" class=" wp-image-1143 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=504&#038;h=367" alt="sweethearts-605247_640" width="504" height="367" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=504&amp;h=367 504w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=109 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=218 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/sweethearts-605247_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 504px) 100vw, 504px" /></p> <p><span style="margin:0;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;"><span style="color:#000000;">Although I have not eaten a SweetHeart in years, I was sad to learn that there won’t be any for the 2019 Valentine’s season.</span></span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;"><span style="color:#000000;">I still remember the anticipation I felt when I opened the girly colored boxes as a child. I laid out all the hearts to read the messages and decide which ones I would give my friends.</span></span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;"><span style="color:#000000;">One particular year, my sisters and I were each sorting through our own boxes and commenting on the messages. Like baseball cards, the messages involved degrees of rareness. While sorting, I discovered a rare SweetHeart in my box. I think it said, “Guess Who?”</span></span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">One of my sisters instantly wanted the heart to give to a friend of hers. After a bit of begging, I decided to give her the piece of candy. She still owes me for this act of extreme sacrifice, which would probably be more believable if I could remember with a greater degree of certainty exactly what this oh-so-important message was.</span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">Although modern<img data-attachment-id="1141" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/a-sweet-message/bride-614918_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=266&#038;h=375" data-orig-size="454,640" 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="bride-614918_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=266&#038;h=375?w=213" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=266&#038;h=375?w=454" class=" wp-image-1141 alignleft" style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;float:left;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:374.97px;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:680px;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 16px 16px 0;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=266&#038;h=375" alt="bride-614918_640" width="266" height="375" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=266&amp;h=375 266w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=106&amp;h=150 106w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg?w=213&amp;h=300 213w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/bride-614918_640.jpg 454w" sizes="(max-width: 266px) 100vw, 266px" /> hearts have messages like “Text Me” on them, original conversation candy wasn’t shaped like a heart and had a bit more to say. Some of the original messages included, &#8220;Married in pink, he will take a drink,&#8221; &#8220;Married in White, you have chosen right,&#8221; and &#8220;Married in Satin, Love will not be lasting.&#8221; (I’m not a poet, but do Satin and Lasting rhyme?) </span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">Since these original candies were also larger, they could be broken in half. People would play games that involved finding the other half of their candy—and potentially their romantic other half as well.</span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">Better yet, the couple would know exactly how to dress for their wedding day since both satin and the color pink were out—and white was in.</span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">SweetHeart candy also makes an appearance in the book about my favorite redhead, Anne of Green Gables. After Gilbert presents her with a heart, she grinds it beneath her foot. So romantic!<img data-attachment-id="1142" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/a-sweet-message/lady-1334240_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=166&#038;h=242" data-orig-size="439,640" 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="lady-1334240_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=166&#038;h=242?w=206" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=166&#038;h=242?w=439" class=" wp-image-1142 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=166&#038;h=242" alt="lady-1334240_640" width="166" height="242" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=166&amp;h=242 166w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=332&amp;h=484 332w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=103&amp;h=150 103w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/lady-1334240_640.png?w=206&amp;h=300 206w" sizes="(max-width: 166px) 100vw, 166px" /></span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">Although SweetHearts will be back in 2020, you still won’t find now extinct phrases like “Hep Cat” and “Fax Me.” Nor will you find advice on what to wear to your wedding. But people will still use the candies to express their love to their sweetheart, or perhaps to drown their depression over their lack thereof. </span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:12pt;">One message of love that will never go out of style is found in Christ’s redemptive love for His people. Although not printed on candy hearts, this message is printed on our human hearts. </span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="margin:0;font-family:'&amp;quot', 'serif';">“This is the covenant that I will make with them after those days, saith the Lord, I will put my laws into their hearts, and in their minds will I write them; </span><b><sup><span style="margin:0;font-family:'&amp;quot', 'serif';font-size:9pt;"> </span></sup></b><span style="margin:0;font-family:'&amp;quot', 'serif';">And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.”  Hebrews 10:16-17</span></span></p> <p><span style="margin:0;color:#000000;font-family:'&amp;quot', 'serif';">Have you ever given or received a SweetHeart?</span></p> Guest Post by April Kidwell https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:7e369f9e-f555-9c98-b818-884bb18e7a30 Tue, 12 Feb 2019 15:13:59 -0500 19 Unusual Ideas for Romance by guest blogger, April Kidwell &#160; Here are nineteen simple low cost ideas for creating a little romance in your life: #1 Hold hands while swinging. Not coordinated enough? Try the teeter-totter. Or merry-go-round. (Oh, wait! I’m showing my age.) How about hide and seek? Run. Chase. Grab hold of &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Guest Post by April&#160;Kidwell</span></a> <p style="text-align:center;"><strong>19 Unusual Ideas for Romance</strong></p> <p style="text-align:center;">by guest blogger, April Kidwell</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Here are nineteen simple low cost ideas for creating a little romance in your life:</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1124" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5022/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5022" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1124" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5022" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5022.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#1 Hold hands while swinging. Not coordinated enough? Try the teeter-totter. Or merry-go-round. (Oh, wait! I’m showing my age.) How about hide and seek? Run. Chase. Grab hold of one another and hold on tight. Find secret places to share a kiss. Whisper sweet nothings. Let the world and all it’s worries slip away.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1136" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5055/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5055" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1136" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5055" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5055.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#2 Learn something new. A language. An art. The other person’s favorite song. Share your personal knowledge or find an expert and learn together. Most everything is more fun together.</p> <p><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><img data-attachment-id="1133" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5053/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5053" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1133" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5053" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5053.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></span></p> <p>#3 Laugh. When was the last time you laughed until your sides hurt? What makes your loved one laugh? Do you know?</p> <p>Need some ideas? Watch a comedy you both know too well, and quote the lines with the actors.</p> <p>Play the alphabet song game—where you have to sing a line from a song for every letter of the alphabet.</p> <p>Or find a great romance and dramatically read the lines to one another.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1132" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5052/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5052" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1132" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5052" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5052.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#4 Pray. Share your thoughts, your worries, or aspirations with each other and with God. Hold hands. Kneel. Sing praises to the Lamb. Worship Him who created you to love and rejoice in the love he has given you.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1120" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5017/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5017" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1120" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5017" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5017.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#5 Watch the sunrise. I know. Most people go for sunsets, but how many sunrises have you seen together? Grab the fluffiest blanket you own, snuggle up on the tailgate, or in the front seat of your car, or on a wooden bench overlooking the sea. Lean on the rail of an old wooden fence. Wait for it. Watch. See. Breathe.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1122" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5020/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5020" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1122" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5020" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5020.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#6 Try something you’ve never tried before. Never painted? Check out a paint<br /> night. Eaten sushi? Chopsticks and wasabi. What about Snowshoeing? Cross country skiing? Ice Skating? Bundle up and cuddle up.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1121" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5019/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5019" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1121" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5019" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5019.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#7 Find water.  Find a stream. Watch the ocean. Hike a waterfall. Swim. Relax<br /> in a hot springs. Go fishing. A good old fashioned bucket of worms and a pristine mountain lake can be good for the soul.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1126" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5045/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5045" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1126" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5045" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5045.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#8 Talk about your dreams and goals. Just talk. And listen. Take turns. Dream big. Ask what if? If only? And how come? Really listen to the other person, and understand what his/her heart is seeking. What is their deepest desires?</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1129" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5048/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5048" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1129" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5048" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5048.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#9 Hold hands. Feel the warmth of the other person’s skin. The rough spots and smooth. The shape of his/her fingers. Focus on the connection of being close to one another, sharing intimacy.  Friendship. Love.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1134" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5056/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5056" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1134" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5056" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5056.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#10 Serve together. Is there a soup kitchen? A food pantry? A community shelter? Senior center? Single mother in your church? A lonely elder? Commit to helping others, supporting and encouraging others, together. Whether it&#8217;s one day, or one day a month. Serving others is a true Biblical expression of love.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1128" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5047/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5047" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1128" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5047" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5047.jpg 712w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#11 Walk a dog. Pet kittens. Many communities have an animal rescue which needs volunteers to walk dogs, or pet cats. Or if you have the resources, find out what the rescue needs and go on a little shopping spree. Dog or cat food. Fluffy beds. Cleaning supplies. There’s a good chance you’ll make it big on their social media page for the day for being a fur-tastic donor!<br /> <img data-attachment-id="1125" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5023/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_5023" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=665?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=665?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1125" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=665" alt="IMG_5023" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5023.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>#12 Write a love letter. To each other. To your children. To your parents. To Grandparents. A special someone in your church. Show love, by encouraging and being the light of love to others.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1135" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/guest-post-by-april-kidwell/img_5057/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/img_5057.jpg?w=665" data-orig-size="712,400" 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;1&quot; Knight Rider – a tale of true love https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/knight-rider-a-tale-of-true-love/ Invisible Issues urn:uuid:42074efb-a563-b556-3b8e-5be92e810da6 Tue, 12 Feb 2019 08:30:20 -0500 During our earlier years of marriage, T.R. and I enjoyed going to state parks, museums, or fun little spots that we happened upon. After five years of marriage, these walks involved pushing either a double stroller or two smaller strollers. And time moved on. When the stroller riders were in kindergarten, my own walking abilities &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/knight-rider-a-tale-of-true-love/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Knight Rider – a tale of true&#160;love"</span></a> The Wholesome Power of Laughter http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/12/the-wholesome-power-of-laughter/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:7e80e7ba-b3f6-c378-52b0-bdaf1a81d71d Tue, 12 Feb 2019 06:12:48 -0500 <p>The wholesome power of laughter – and how to parallel park – were the two lessons we learned. “I’m taking your sister driving,” I announced to my family one evening. “To get her license she needs to learn to parallel park.” “I’m coming too,” chorused six siblings and quickly loaded into our 15-passenger van. My [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/12/the-wholesome-power-of-laughter/">The Wholesome Power of Laughter</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <h4>The wholesome power of laughter – and how to parallel park – were the two lessons we learned.</h4> <h4 id="beae" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--figure graf--title">“I’m taking your sister driving,” I announced to my family one evening. “To get her license she needs to learn to parallel park.”</h4> <p id="c37d" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p">“I’m coming too,” chorused six siblings and quickly loaded into our 15-passenger van. My driver-in-training had a well-deserved reputation for being unpredictable and we were not disappointed as she surged forward and slammed on the brakes all the way out our long driveway.</p> <p id="f891" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">In the empty school parking lot, the ride reached the level of a Disney rollercoaster. We laughed until our sides ached, our face muscles hurt, and someone, though I am not mentioning names, wet her pants. And in that peak moment of hilarity, clouds of tension and months-long sadness gave way to the bright wholeness that comes with belly-deep laughter. <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After/dp/0825439302/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1549925765&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After/dp/0825439302/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1549925765&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull">It had been a long time — months — since we had laughed.</a></p> <h3><strong>Wholesome Laughter</strong></h3> <p>The wholesome power of laughter expanded our horizons into bright possibility.</p> <p id="4696" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Studies show that people who include fun and play in their lives are more forgiving of themselves and others, more optimistic, healthier, and have an easier time receiving and giving love. We were created to play and laugh; to cry and express sadness; to recover from loss and grief; and to handle anger correctly. Emotional maturity is a key characteristic to a balanced and solid life.</p> <p id="ed06" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Fun and laughter are a natural side effect of trust. Trust is born in a family when your child has the certainty that his or her parent</p> <p id="4932" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· cares</p> <p id="b72a" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull">responds appropriately </a>with love either tender or tough</p> <p id="f022" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· is in charge</p> <p id="d55d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· protects</p> <p id="83f3" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· establishes <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull">fair boundaries and rules</a> during the preschool years that make the teen years safer</p> <p id="cf26" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· gives clear and gentle instruction about what is right and what is wrong</p> <p id="eafb" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">· is available. Your child may not always remember what you said but will remember that you were there to say it.</p> <p id="9187" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Parents set the emotional tone for the home. I’m not saying this responsibility is easy, but it is the truth. Guard your emotional health and your child’s with plenty of opportunity to love, laugh, and engage in fun. The wholesome power of laughter is an indicator of how our family fares. Shared and safe, the wholesome power of laughter reminds us life is larger than our challenges.</p> <h4 id="b9c5" class="graf graf--h4 graf-after--p"><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">Peaceful Moment:</strong> If you haven’t laughed in a while, you’re overdue. Watch a funny movie, listen to a comedian, or take your teenager driving.</h4> <p id="eb97" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h4"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Resources for You</strong></p> <p id="dcea" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://medium.com/@peggysuewells/for-your-best-relationships-ever-avoid-these-five-rs-943987d2200a">For Your Best Relationships Ever</a></p> <p id="23cc" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2018/03/29/is-your-home-spelled-s-a-f-e/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2018/03/29/is-your-home-spelled-s-a-f-e/">Is Your Home Spelled S-A-F-E</a></p> <p id="af5d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?crid=3STRL72JGTNSL&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1549925666&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+YOur+child+through%2Caps%2C163&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull">Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries</a></p> <p id="432b" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After/dp/0825439302/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1549925765&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Rediscovering-Your-Happily-Ever-After/dp/0825439302/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=rediscovering+your+happily+ever+after&amp;qid=1549925765&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-fkmrnull">Rediscovering Your Happily Ever After</a></p> <p id="27ef" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Willpower-Doesnt-Work-Discover-Success/dp/0316441325/ref=sr_1_1?crid=35HTTLQ060MOX&amp;keywords=willpower+doesnt+work&amp;qid=1549926539&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Willpower+%2Cstripbooks%2C166&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Willpower-Doesnt-Work-Discover-Success/dp/0316441325/ref=sr_1_1?crid=35HTTLQ060MOX&amp;keywords=willpower+doesnt+work&amp;qid=1549926539&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Willpower+%2Cstripbooks%2C166&amp;sr=1-1">Willpower Doesn’t Work</a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/02/12/the-wholesome-power-of-laughter/">The Wholesome Power of Laughter</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Writer's Woes https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/02/writers-woes.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:333ab0e0-49d6-b50a-40c0-3c6a7ff67f2a Mon, 11 Feb 2019 12:41:33 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;My intention of being very productive this week was shattered when the chapter I had been working on for two weeks or more, just simply disappeared. Two other open documents were left, but not the one in which I had invested so many tedious hours of work. That is probably a writer's worst nightmare. How it happened is still a mystery. Is it really possible that I&nbsp; did not save it even once?<br />Experts have searched the hidden recesses and inner workings of the wordprocessing program I was using, and <i>nada!</i><br /><i><br /></i>That is when I took comfort and courage from the words Moriah (our resident student) recently painted and placed strategically on her door as a daily&nbsp;&nbsp;reminder of God's presence and promise.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDcAGBWxpqQ/XGCXa5BTahI/AAAAAAAAU8M/6j95knvSl6IcxCH1IXbM9EspqtoWAeB_wCEwYBhgL/s1600/51709378_10100722018732086_1083751756384436224_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="960" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDcAGBWxpqQ/XGCXa5BTahI/AAAAAAAAU8M/6j95knvSl6IcxCH1IXbM9EspqtoWAeB_wCEwYBhgL/s320/51709378_10100722018732086_1083751756384436224_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />That was Tuesday.<br />Wednesday I travelled the hour and half to visit Mother. I arrived five minutes late to accompany her to the dermatologist for biopsies. I set out on my own to find the place, but was given the wrong address. Next I had trouble finding the new office. The receptionist led me to a room and knocked. The door opened, startled I said, "That's not my mother." Oops! Next door. There she was, as brave and cheery as ever.<br /><br />Things improved after that. We face-timed with brother Ivan in Las Vegas; got a glimpse of three of his little grands jumping around and being silly, and even caught sight of niece Tina. I entertained the ladies at our table in the dining room playing oldies music. We visited the Art studio to see what Mother had been working on. We played Bingo with the old folks.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgo5bHbiCXE/XGCXOsdWaKI/AAAAAAAAU78/90LxoW_I1DwDvp5euN8qRZc1033hMZg9ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Winter%2Bart%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="1600" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgo5bHbiCXE/XGCXOsdWaKI/AAAAAAAAU78/90LxoW_I1DwDvp5euN8qRZc1033hMZg9ACEwYBhgL/s400/Winter%2Bart%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>But the best part, apart from being with Mother, was visiting Aunt Margaret, also 97.<br /><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/-xilXQZ702IA/XGCXOQc1N6I/AAAAAAAAU8I/y2CA2ac33uQYPVb-MJjFOcOGBcAqvIJYwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Old%2Bfriends%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1383" height="346" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xilXQZ702IA/XGCXOQc1N6I/AAAAAAAAU8I/y2CA2ac33uQYPVb-MJjFOcOGBcAqvIJYwCEwYBhgL/s400/Old%2Bfriends%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret Marshall and Kathryn Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Margaret and Jim moved in next door to us in La Carlota when I was five or six years old. She has graciously allowed me access to all their weekly letters written during the time they served in Argentina.<br />Discouraged about the writing progress, I tackled the daunting task of sorting the hundreds of epistles into years. These will eventually make their way to the archives of the Grace Brethren institutions. I enjoyed reading snippets as I worked on them. Some of these fascinating stories will surely be included in my book.<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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WvP3gk8oRg/XGCpWzt9tqI/AAAAAAAAU8g/c8omvRhFCUouKKZZLiZcICu9FOZCuBcMgCLcBGAs/s1600/Marshall%2Bletters%2B%252757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="660" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WvP3gk8oRg/XGCpWzt9tqI/AAAAAAAAU8g/c8omvRhFCUouKKZZLiZcICu9FOZCuBcMgCLcBGAs/s320/Marshall%2Bletters%2B%252757.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1957 Marshall letters</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday evening a few homes in our neck of the woods suffered a power outage for several hours. The strong wind brought down a tree that blew the transformer on the corner of our land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I experienced the extreme limitations of living without electricity in this day and age.&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/-7Tn-WrQ5MYU/XGCXay5p4bI/AAAAAAAAU8I/wORXh3rORIssoTPinPYNAUPTN9nqB2VhACEwYBhgL/s1600/51604119_10100722018801946_9055745879973036032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="960" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tn-WrQ5MYU/XGCXay5p4bI/AAAAAAAAU8I/wORXh3rORIssoTPinPYNAUPTN9nqB2VhACEwYBhgL/s400/51604119_10100722018801946_9055745879973036032_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">There is not much you can do by candlelight. I read some, then attempted a few lessons from the cool drawing book.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPHToI6eVDA/XGCYmh8hL-I/AAAAAAAAU8Y/MIwaQbmhsigLxqKd3mC_QDH052lHi1sjQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Drawing%2Bocean%2Banimals%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="1600" height="262" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPHToI6eVDA/XGCYmh8hL-I/AAAAAAAAU8Y/MIwaQbmhsigLxqKd3mC_QDH052lHi1sjQCEwYBhgL/s400/Drawing%2Bocean%2Banimals%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Michael started the generator as soon as he got home from robotics after 11 PM. Had I been desperate enough I could have attempted the task. Maybe I was having too much fun.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The memorable event of the week was daughter Leah's 46th birthday. Friday evening we had a mini-celebration at Ivanhoe's, the local ice cream shop. Family times are fun!</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/-mOG1e72PBXc/XGCXO18VgLI/AAAAAAAAU8A/1zHDP4GukB49DyZwkjh3RqDRaBPzyxOvgCEwYBhgL/s1600/L%2Bbirthday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="1600" height="218" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOG1e72PBXc/XGCXO18VgLI/AAAAAAAAU8A/1zHDP4GukB49DyZwkjh3RqDRaBPzyxOvgCEwYBhgL/s640/L%2Bbirthday%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;">Earlier in the week I scanned all the photos accumulated over time in the Leah box and then gave her all the hard copies.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are a couple of early memories. We were in Germany at the time we decided to pursue adoption. Finally, when she was already five months-old, <i>Manuela </i>joined our family and became Leah Margit.&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/-kk2BpxWmHi0/XGDOMCKmNWI/AAAAAAAAU88/5oVMIkHqyqQ69zkQqgbqeKmDmVgOx67qACEwYBhgL/s1600/Babies%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1042" data-original-width="1600" height="416" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk2BpxWmHi0/XGDOMCKmNWI/AAAAAAAAU88/5oVMIkHqyqQ69zkQqgbqeKmDmVgOx67qACEwYBhgL/s640/Babies%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>How was your week? Have you ever lost a major project or had your plans disrupted?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/By8mbD5MIXk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>