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/ What's happening . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/03/whats-happening.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:641b2549-14d7-5e7e-450c-1e64c6b9312c Tue, 31 Mar 2020 07:20:05 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>. . . in our neck of the woods:<br /><br />Seasonal blossoms are springing up, the many daffodil varieties planted years ago, like an annual explosion of color in our woods.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-SkkJwW4k/XoJaPyWiZMI/AAAAAAAAYNA/glpdWAPagvAj3Yx6fhvrvbP_zpVAZfcvwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDRznB-NLX3RAsqfKT1CP1Go4ZhZAuoxx3eEk2WORiF4MKxlPx_GIL1u0PL1rWBZjUign7Ta2ZI4jC1YRIfzKbEZA8Wy1ZZLLRxXNp2dpyG6rXsD2e3P-__dG9IDUxULiy1Xkae2fpPqi57fIY3Fqdfk5UxRm5GHXTbkHrzXdlE31fonVFFyirOjq3PlHnJfignN6Ju1HIfmMYSJltPQ_rmoLXOMlLVDLXo-RpUmgU1q6V16pvIlsQGSjo0CxFf5pkjfePr4F-rFrkoOLJzE69fQ_0ZZvQ7VOxQeeVY6TRjqzpYfoeuU_4aA_n7l2q_EcK440FODuBjOohWlEz0BDcITaC3693Qjzz_hWTxavWECer16Wd3Y5OZC9JUhbjvVdWRl5tWVLS2TLE6zDjWwSV3Az4KafOBa6O6aEw0ZGVN5XoOaScXppFSw6PoxCM-j5o_AWI_-Po90vU9NalnLhXRTwgAwjIVU9u5v6tmKZV1qeQDStu7YC9IR9EaVFl5kWHRxgSdixcUvAENBiNPulG5NYutYD5Veu_HzeACSHnlQUMJk_lM0KfG7xTaBcWA4JZGDVNy6BuOoggtdbT_oZ0mby9Ak_iLZTkEMNDPifQF/s1600/91247718_10100944345407646_4456592709259362304_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-SkkJwW4k/XoJaPyWiZMI/AAAAAAAAYNA/glpdWAPagvAj3Yx6fhvrvbP_zpVAZfcvwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDRznB-NLX3RAsqfKT1CP1Go4ZhZAuoxx3eEk2WORiF4MKxlPx_GIL1u0PL1rWBZjUign7Ta2ZI4jC1YRIfzKbEZA8Wy1ZZLLRxXNp2dpyG6rXsD2e3P-__dG9IDUxULiy1Xkae2fpPqi57fIY3Fqdfk5UxRm5GHXTbkHrzXdlE31fonVFFyirOjq3PlHnJfignN6Ju1HIfmMYSJltPQ_rmoLXOMlLVDLXo-RpUmgU1q6V16pvIlsQGSjo0CxFf5pkjfePr4F-rFrkoOLJzE69fQ_0ZZvQ7VOxQeeVY6TRjqzpYfoeuU_4aA_n7l2q_EcK440FODuBjOohWlEz0BDcITaC3693Qjzz_hWTxavWECer16Wd3Y5OZC9JUhbjvVdWRl5tWVLS2TLE6zDjWwSV3Az4KafOBa6O6aEw0ZGVN5XoOaScXppFSw6PoxCM-j5o_AWI_-Po90vU9NalnLhXRTwgAwjIVU9u5v6tmKZV1qeQDStu7YC9IR9EaVFl5kWHRxgSdixcUvAENBiNPulG5NYutYD5Veu_HzeACSHnlQUMJk_lM0KfG7xTaBcWA4JZGDVNy6BuOoggtdbT_oZ0mby9Ak_iLZTkEMNDPifQF/s320/91247718_10100944345407646_4456592709259362304_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, even as the calendar officially announced the start of spring, winter was loathe to let go. That Sunday afternoon, the first of our stay-at-home imposed isolation, we tromped through the snow.</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/-pYz1eV6eXCU/XoJaQ62JudI/AAAAAAAAYNI/usw70WSvWOYAOgIb1HMo45Mow4bny6XWQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoBL0eG0ZDz2PyyNf0KmsPOtBnwnOoQUSBcCkU9uQ0BAn63BjIBZ_-MElo4Eu51OXwNyjiNB4cblWJTNAhJCGz064d5PA8z00ucR4cfeL08Qkjy4AgU7-l2L0cW3EUjf4gLgiRxf5q-cnETyiepMjGC-ECh08Og7KIrVBQ85O9v6vLVE_2ifXM2ghWlAS5GfQQCaVqQiJtaYLbWCr3QAiLZupqLQkh6H-YBUZT4TO8ovw1ZBb-vHcXpxPP7vKZTv6T_-VZXUa8jj1h9hBPUu64o-Fice8wwuibbPpwUM3PW5eMFvrS814awiT4JfSIBo6MtnR1Q3UTMXt7z3wXCQaFn-AXd8vhZMrLImegUZ8uTDa9xTkjI97fIO9Hh9OH0JKJEitrvRWDv3KULn6ndLSOZOWk3zCTefrn7sZSJjI3-COF3lHVwlvFP4qJCAuvcWMcHiNVtVa8BVpLiWKK3pwiOc_u3DvouArxI-e7o3PoJ9QmgFu2yXfVHynlbl5fL28KTDy_DncW4rcS_JXUXuIHrG78352djMJ-5ymUtBMMhY7pL_e_2xp-SIDaD2BPWuzxghX6yyl6ekbWxu5_W2vMAwSnStechFBhatMOPPifQF/s1600/snow%2Btrek%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1600" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYz1eV6eXCU/XoJaQ62JudI/AAAAAAAAYNI/usw70WSvWOYAOgIb1HMo45Mow4bny6XWQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoBL0eG0ZDz2PyyNf0KmsPOtBnwnOoQUSBcCkU9uQ0BAn63BjIBZ_-MElo4Eu51OXwNyjiNB4cblWJTNAhJCGz064d5PA8z00ucR4cfeL08Qkjy4AgU7-l2L0cW3EUjf4gLgiRxf5q-cnETyiepMjGC-ECh08Og7KIrVBQ85O9v6vLVE_2ifXM2ghWlAS5GfQQCaVqQiJtaYLbWCr3QAiLZupqLQkh6H-YBUZT4TO8ovw1ZBb-vHcXpxPP7vKZTv6T_-VZXUa8jj1h9hBPUu64o-Fice8wwuibbPpwUM3PW5eMFvrS814awiT4JfSIBo6MtnR1Q3UTMXt7z3wXCQaFn-AXd8vhZMrLImegUZ8uTDa9xTkjI97fIO9Hh9OH0JKJEitrvRWDv3KULn6ndLSOZOWk3zCTefrn7sZSJjI3-COF3lHVwlvFP4qJCAuvcWMcHiNVtVa8BVpLiWKK3pwiOc_u3DvouArxI-e7o3PoJ9QmgFu2yXfVHynlbl5fL28KTDy_DncW4rcS_JXUXuIHrG78352djMJ-5ymUtBMMhY7pL_e_2xp-SIDaD2BPWuzxghX6yyl6ekbWxu5_W2vMAwSnStechFBhatMOPPifQF/s400/snow%2Btrek%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where are all the birds? They must be social distancing as well.</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/-ezmxenpWpEI/XoJaP6aGiAI/AAAAAAAAYNE/oMY2Db3rZmwogKKRAxLJWUTJrTmujaNNwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDJ2DSj9Dm0o0jGAguGlY3RSLp2v_KYpCHHoSD5UtUuLzbGB3wbr34lkkNLMZiQUN0jm4Gs2pu8eJv1NkESJVzIKcYQz4CBXskBFF_DmOlKc7G7c1iF-JJXlXchSHZFZ0k2jtfXi-MXirP-biCD_QZ_a93pEc3k5sS2FPWD56eX7DF6YkLrnlyFwbrWC3j0kv8H0QQ0-OtlRV29M0Ww4poL3NlMSbgl4mjuHV1unumbbT1M0Do70-9zsZdrL_mRLg7_fEbNrChp2oxvoJewVkpvbREs240_ffmkPxaJecpmNyKIP_Mbj2yNxTe2auv_0juCsPdcCYLsnsRzJ_eymv0FZdDiiKcwysfCZJWEE377OqDRyYMn367rw0857Haxq5Va2nU15WFpZ18M4szO4tuwNnCTLj6dyQL7B-3rI-NbHk04E4RZSVmCjhAV8W6ZJyKEvMg8GfyvS5gZrvSJ9zMHO9gZgOYwpV6u2QqnuVXPI8e4jCdz6RHxw9pDIqxS3xnIZjSU0jH1Uoh-C6majYpo32zJKrfvkzk0b4K79dNXF3y2fiABMEcInFzI8Jawm-swT5BNkmYgKunTixMdZltETXKvC8R1o4FKMPbPifQF/s1600/91295366_10100944345482496_3264377038487683072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezmxenpWpEI/XoJaP6aGiAI/AAAAAAAAYNE/oMY2Db3rZmwogKKRAxLJWUTJrTmujaNNwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDJ2DSj9Dm0o0jGAguGlY3RSLp2v_KYpCHHoSD5UtUuLzbGB3wbr34lkkNLMZiQUN0jm4Gs2pu8eJv1NkESJVzIKcYQz4CBXskBFF_DmOlKc7G7c1iF-JJXlXchSHZFZ0k2jtfXi-MXirP-biCD_QZ_a93pEc3k5sS2FPWD56eX7DF6YkLrnlyFwbrWC3j0kv8H0QQ0-OtlRV29M0Ww4poL3NlMSbgl4mjuHV1unumbbT1M0Do70-9zsZdrL_mRLg7_fEbNrChp2oxvoJewVkpvbREs240_ffmkPxaJecpmNyKIP_Mbj2yNxTe2auv_0juCsPdcCYLsnsRzJ_eymv0FZdDiiKcwysfCZJWEE377OqDRyYMn367rw0857Haxq5Va2nU15WFpZ18M4szO4tuwNnCTLj6dyQL7B-3rI-NbHk04E4RZSVmCjhAV8W6ZJyKEvMg8GfyvS5gZrvSJ9zMHO9gZgOYwpV6u2QqnuVXPI8e4jCdz6RHxw9pDIqxS3xnIZjSU0jH1Uoh-C6majYpo32zJKrfvkzk0b4K79dNXF3y2fiABMEcInFzI8Jawm-swT5BNkmYgKunTixMdZltETXKvC8R1o4FKMPbPifQF/s320/91295366_10100944345482496_3264377038487683072_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br />Not all work has ceased. The tree trimmer/removal crew finally made it to our road.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4clS3sugSA/XoJaRZqhxHI/AAAAAAAAYNM/ZUMrNFLk4XAuDYbpD-7eZmSyMZ6GULleACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoD4cAUjDvBiamd1dAmb1U_sRKrOB4N2WNqycpxnO2QRxHG_e_0we3ElVdpBMg-lcGhssBBYN2OT_xSzMn2iXo14oVm4Hq11DpRVAEZVHq3Jh40zIygyhlIghJk0lQXhtdCSotN7hs-nwWnN4iUe0JxsjXarPRSvofCJ5Lb6KVHOmzc6eOjUyccIxOrAwFW4rLv5wB-enRT_-mbGan4wYOxzwGxuKs6SIDLiYiyfeBsGBsD-78XVAqkATRB18C-HdVjqQoUK2SFSIXsqDrjUALy95dtbC2bpTX5SwN1MhhMCzz3K4Yput6VdAAEKhzq3iAGfsI0Hj9goik_WKM4eKnmWXHYoa_93hsEEDhzWet4MOxWpxCwj2l7GTtSbD0iNgLrCbeToSxf8PSlixWOqd8ku8T9PCGbgOz7VIZ1JqdqNKAEZBJCV6cXo_GjMLe3HjsMsr8LmmAFgWrTNKM8asz6-qwmbgf74mm9CbptEu3Z1dCOODEYTbFiWEKeI-TYoKMl7hTGEjVCUOhxVXYjcexkeog2f78T3eIMDCSaZ9EzyS3Cp_jt0nI5vAf4sYKiKDVFmTvS8gzZgATRgxg1cazlmpZmWXq2BHz5hMIXQifQF/s1600/tree%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="986" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4clS3sugSA/XoJaRZqhxHI/AAAAAAAAYNM/ZUMrNFLk4XAuDYbpD-7eZmSyMZ6GULleACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoD4cAUjDvBiamd1dAmb1U_sRKrOB4N2WNqycpxnO2QRxHG_e_0we3ElVdpBMg-lcGhssBBYN2OT_xSzMn2iXo14oVm4Hq11DpRVAEZVHq3Jh40zIygyhlIghJk0lQXhtdCSotN7hs-nwWnN4iUe0JxsjXarPRSvofCJ5Lb6KVHOmzc6eOjUyccIxOrAwFW4rLv5wB-enRT_-mbGan4wYOxzwGxuKs6SIDLiYiyfeBsGBsD-78XVAqkATRB18C-HdVjqQoUK2SFSIXsqDrjUALy95dtbC2bpTX5SwN1MhhMCzz3K4Yput6VdAAEKhzq3iAGfsI0Hj9goik_WKM4eKnmWXHYoa_93hsEEDhzWet4MOxWpxCwj2l7GTtSbD0iNgLrCbeToSxf8PSlixWOqd8ku8T9PCGbgOz7VIZ1JqdqNKAEZBJCV6cXo_GjMLe3HjsMsr8LmmAFgWrTNKM8asz6-qwmbgf74mm9CbptEu3Z1dCOODEYTbFiWEKeI-TYoKMl7hTGEjVCUOhxVXYjcexkeog2f78T3eIMDCSaZ9EzyS3Cp_jt0nI5vAf4sYKiKDVFmTvS8gzZgATRgxg1cazlmpZmWXq2BHz5hMIXQifQF/s400/tree%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br />Nor did churches stop worshiping. Now we gather virtually. And, thanks to live streaming, it is now possible to "attend" more than one service throughout the day or week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRtLFQAE-U/XoJaPw2I1ZI/AAAAAAAAYM8/Gp7jObiejR4j8wQYzT6c1499im4dCGmJACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/91324703_10100944345437586_6680542932795129856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRtLFQAE-U/XoJaPw2I1ZI/AAAAAAAAYM8/Gp7jObiejR4j8wQYzT6c1499im4dCGmJACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s320/91324703_10100944345437586_6680542932795129856_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A young cousin's wedding this week was also live streamed, reduced to only a dozen attendees.</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/--6nthL1UNp8/XoJezJwXzjI/AAAAAAAAYNo/lXPTIpIggi8InCKYjUgwOc7rMtelFUBMQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/Kellog%2Bwedding%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="779" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6nthL1UNp8/XoJezJwXzjI/AAAAAAAAYNo/lXPTIpIggi8InCKYjUgwOc7rMtelFUBMQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/Kellog%2Bwedding%2BCollage.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My writers' group had our first Zoom meeting and hope to keep the momentum going.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is back into riding his bicycle, when the weather is good. One beautiful afternoon, he biked to the shop in Matthews. Not till he got there did he realize he had forgotten his helmet. He called and I rescued him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These two mentors coincided at the shop that afternoon to pick up items they needed. You can't keep these guys away from robotics.&nbsp;Their minds are still working on problems, solutions and improvements, looking forward to the possibility of an off-season competition in the summer.</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/-wRj3crFAKns/XoJfDeffFII/AAAAAAAAYN4/f77Mry_YCJIGahvzm5TZP0NM9OqzMxZiwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/91474147_10100945207365276_5793862924699172864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRj3crFAKns/XoJfDeffFII/AAAAAAAAYN4/f77Mry_YCJIGahvzm5TZP0NM9OqzMxZiwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/91474147_10100945207365276_5793862924699172864_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No more Monday night meals for a while. Last time we were at Stephan and Karen's was for a game night and birthday celebration, Stephan's 49th. It was a fun crowd, some we hadn't seen in a long time.</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/-NRsayTSixC0/XoJlTaEWRiI/AAAAAAAAYOY/ddvlzeHg6D0hxIofJ9AhDMTll72K8Dz9wCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/Game%2Bnight%2BSt%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1346" data-original-width="1517" height="353" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRsayTSixC0/XoJlTaEWRiI/AAAAAAAAYOY/ddvlzeHg6D0hxIofJ9AhDMTll72K8Dz9wCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/Game%2Bnight%2BSt%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>At home, Michael and I played a recent favorite--Splendor. He lost interest after I beat him twice. ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lyw4Rc6JwVM/XoJlS0a8RiI/AAAAAAAAYOc/tRijx1lVt-YboKp6yD54zDn4cseiBC0qgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoCWJZpxIVnMKnJ5Tf10LLKvB7Ry85ir-k4djsrcXnUw7fEy3-2io8NgR7Y3YBf3w99nBCF-5H9DWk9OhkUNfHsdvglDCNbB3n3wUmoKtfiL_KhRX9eroZwMc6D0iz2rNYQCXqh5aSSrk6b4dVRsMzaK-5sRyQZtb7MlyJ4dHT-APydLLkXmezuG49XpTsY8n2Ui0UueO0B3bLZgustlFvthgdQPoQ9M9CmT3k3N3DRcO-ngNtEfMrF2HGEReQqRdguSfQxyRywpqBG097k47Mzx4FE3zmWw0d3TtqcONN462HGZ08ay37vO5EYMmOxOjDTd9xmxj1e7VnMcxKer-9qtkugqCt0ZIoNErXUXRV4CnWnuUmzdCumKLtBpH9w05FCiyVsLVDFzgkIamP4oLMc9PTmRsaE_3MpKP6IQ_lHztsNY-TNwFeYD1CoNAYJr9aD_RHeG_ZEFOVNqlXMp5MxtmZhyjfnoN3SMmi39VbqqfDBFSvee0SS6gcCnEjV7TT1nZ0F6ZwJPhH8g2Fw3BFswmheqpsuGKV8eVvVGmKPcx0P13Vd8xU195qaBbYtAexH9NMzorAGfj3x6tmxe-Kx5-ANDiXxJ0W_GMLzQifQF/s1600/91922303_10100945254675466_4318696127021973504_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lyw4Rc6JwVM/XoJlS0a8RiI/AAAAAAAAYOc/tRijx1lVt-YboKp6yD54zDn4cseiBC0qgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoCWJZpxIVnMKnJ5Tf10LLKvB7Ry85ir-k4djsrcXnUw7fEy3-2io8NgR7Y3YBf3w99nBCF-5H9DWk9OhkUNfHsdvglDCNbB3n3wUmoKtfiL_KhRX9eroZwMc6D0iz2rNYQCXqh5aSSrk6b4dVRsMzaK-5sRyQZtb7MlyJ4dHT-APydLLkXmezuG49XpTsY8n2Ui0UueO0B3bLZgustlFvthgdQPoQ9M9CmT3k3N3DRcO-ngNtEfMrF2HGEReQqRdguSfQxyRywpqBG097k47Mzx4FE3zmWw0d3TtqcONN462HGZ08ay37vO5EYMmOxOjDTd9xmxj1e7VnMcxKer-9qtkugqCt0ZIoNErXUXRV4CnWnuUmzdCumKLtBpH9w05FCiyVsLVDFzgkIamP4oLMc9PTmRsaE_3MpKP6IQ_lHztsNY-TNwFeYD1CoNAYJr9aD_RHeG_ZEFOVNqlXMp5MxtmZhyjfnoN3SMmi39VbqqfDBFSvee0SS6gcCnEjV7TT1nZ0F6ZwJPhH8g2Fw3BFswmheqpsuGKV8eVvVGmKPcx0P13Vd8xU195qaBbYtAexH9NMzorAGfj3x6tmxe-Kx5-ANDiXxJ0W_GMLzQifQF/s320/91922303_10100945254675466_4318696127021973504_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What else do we do during quarantine? Our schedules haven't changed that much. We take turns cooking and baking. Basically, we each work at our own tasks during the day and watch something at night, only more than before.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me these weeks have been focused on processing Mother's death and dealing with what she left behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For days I sorted through things, sent photos to family and packaged items they requested or I had set aside for each person or family. My greatest joy was to distribute Mother's paintings.</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/-h-63_QK0FvU/XoJezLbLcUI/AAAAAAAAYNk/7BIeqq0Pn5o5cLmmIOZDb0YKOrB36kayQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAF4yhPcdgfu1IrVcGkEXzxzUAg4bwDNLhVmBScA8Hvymcd1Vnt1L_zGbeZX7LRHwehD4d12wfyE6QP1Iypbzen4ntpdgbDlrfPs5oVLH8L_RceoOyTKd3C34FkXECE7ua0wZu_yMNHInw-KRbXQYGzVv_LjL1vmx-9myiTO1TiOMvnxmPAPagyduYecy7wUSA0881qPyrzu33iuWaGJnuaw9h0bJIlEFb0_gE4uE5KL8F1C26tKjPD6sU6O21bZr6jtIgew7R76j80YeX-YmFVYN3DIN5OjAwLhTpfRuMJv3AQv1_WgS-bDZuJFS1WiEWKnE0RpPO25apHhcpJaTjO7oYiJmDLNzQBPbBLCZuDDqcmkXJ0XIgeeRMxLErLdwFekRBW_jomfCjkzexxekjZVBhtUbyx76ut3RVGYepV5PDR9APpT7wEe7KpaANya2Xkdo07Q3EIKnmP_PGxxDJDrsgdJGkxrv7AhFw_AE_4ghjXUncsACOZaHJ9Gpw3Q98jd8HqoTWajjoXFqyHEZJGVy1KYy0_Eq538cuOnMbe1cs4X_FIZjGj9TPMJsmkEI0kNtgEYGjxbCBw1oujV_gJSJcRGfvxXPHMMIrRifQF/s1600/Mother%2527s%2Boriginals%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="1488" height="260" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-63_QK0FvU/XoJezLbLcUI/AAAAAAAAYNk/7BIeqq0Pn5o5cLmmIOZDb0YKOrB36kayQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAF4yhPcdgfu1IrVcGkEXzxzUAg4bwDNLhVmBScA8Hvymcd1Vnt1L_zGbeZX7LRHwehD4d12wfyE6QP1Iypbzen4ntpdgbDlrfPs5oVLH8L_RceoOyTKd3C34FkXECE7ua0wZu_yMNHInw-KRbXQYGzVv_LjL1vmx-9myiTO1TiOMvnxmPAPagyduYecy7wUSA0881qPyrzu33iuWaGJnuaw9h0bJIlEFb0_gE4uE5KL8F1C26tKjPD6sU6O21bZr6jtIgew7R76j80YeX-YmFVYN3DIN5OjAwLhTpfR Sweets and Stress https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/03/30/sweets-and-stress/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:bf9d4eab-9a65-a89f-c99b-63fad70662d6 Mon, 30 Mar 2020 11:44:33 -0400 I am not entirely sure who first pointed out that stressed was desserts spelled backward. Anyone with a sweet tooth can point to this unsub (yes, I have been watching mystery shows during quarantine) and say thank you for providing us all with the perfect excuse for eating cakes, cookies, and everything else most likely&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/03/30/sweets-and-stress/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Sweets and Stress</span></a> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1483" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1483" style="width: 1880px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img data-attachment-id="1483" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-2872882/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg" data-orig-size="1880,1253" 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="baked pastries" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1024" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1483" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1086" alt="baked pastries" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1086 1086w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg 1880w" sizes="(max-width: 1086px) 100vw, 1086px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1483" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Artem Beliaikin on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/baked-pastries-2872882/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>I am not entirely sure who first pointed out that stressed was desserts spelled backward. Anyone with a sweet tooth can point to this unsub (yes, I have been watching mystery shows during quarantine) and say thank you for providing us all with the perfect excuse for eating cakes, cookies, and everything else most likely to give one cavities.</p> <p>I do have a sweet tooth, and I have eaten far more desserts than I should have. Some, however, will remain the most memorable desserts consumed.</p> <p>One such &#8220;treat&#8221; was on a visit to friends in Brazil. As the dining room was full, my little sister and I were sitting at a tiny table in the kitchen. After an unfamiliar lasagna&#8211;far richer than we usually ate&#8211;we looked forward to dessert.</p> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1485" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1485" style="width: 424px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img data-attachment-id="1485" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-1824354/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg" data-orig-size="929,1300" 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="papaya fruit" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=214" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=732" class="alignnone wp-image-1485" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=424&#038;h=594" alt="papaya fruit" width="424" height="594" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=424&amp;h=594 424w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=848&amp;h=1188 848w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=107&amp;h=150 107w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=214&amp;h=300 214w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=768&amp;h=1075 768w" sizes="(max-width: 424px) 100vw, 424px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1485" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Daria Shevtsova on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/papaya-fruit-1824354/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>Only dessert was thick slices of papaya and ice cream. Neither my sister or I are fans of the floral taste of papaya, but we both loved ice cream. After a bite of papaya, we placed the rewarding ice cream into our mouths and had a very bad realization. We did not like rum and raisin ice cream. Our dessert became a process of washing each offensive taste down with the other offensive taste.</p> <p>Another memorable dessert was served while my family were attending a conference. We stayed with some wonderful people who opened their home to us. One night, the hostess offered pie for dessert. She had one chocolate cream and one other flavor. As a devotee of chocolate, I asked just for the chocolate, assuming that only one flavor would net me a bigger piece.</p> <p>Unfortunately, my plan only managed to half the amount of pie I received as every piece was the same size regardless of whether people received one flavor or two.</p> <p>Then there was the creation of one of my sisters. She was never a fan of baking, but into the kitchen she went to create a cake. The result was dubbed a volcano cake for the crumbled tower of moist cake held together with frosting. In spite of the appearance, that cake was one of the best I&#8217;ve ever eaten.</p> <p>A rather less delicious cake was served at my sister&#8217;s wedding. Some dear friends had offered to purchase the cake as the wedding present. They arrived with an elegant looking cake that had a different flavor in each layer. I hoped for the flavor based on a popular Brazilian bonbon. Instead, I received a huge slice of prune and doce de leite (caramel) cake. It was a popular flavor in Brazil, but I liked it about as much as the papaya and rum and raisin ice cream.</p> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1487" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1487" style="width: 293px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><img data-attachment-id="1487" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-2144112/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg" data-orig-size="1880,1253" 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="sliced cake on white saucer" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=1024" class="alignnone wp-image-1487" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=293&#038;h=195" alt="sliced cake on white saucer" width="293" height="195" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=293&amp;h=195 293w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=586&amp;h=390 586w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 293px) 100vw, 293px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1487" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/sliced-cake-on-white-saucer-2144112/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>Although desserts might be the comfort of stressed people everywhere, right now I don&#8217;t know that there are enough desserts in the world &#8212; even if one includes rum and raisin ice cream.</p> <p>But there is a better cure for stress. We can find our peace in Jesus, the Prince of Peace.  &#8220;Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you&#8230;Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.&#8221; John 14:27</p> <p>In God, we can find peace &#8212; and we won&#8217;t have to worry about our pants still fitting.</p> <p>What&#8217;s your most memorable dessert? Please share and include the recipe. <img src="https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/72x72/1f642.png" alt=" OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Lots to Celebrate! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35691 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9cc74bfc-58d4-2c3b-8e7a-ed93a859e87a Mon, 30 Mar 2020 09:01:50 -0400 Oh, Lord, thank You for the energy and focus to finish book number 24. Couldn’t go out to celebrate, though. What to do? Instead, Steve and I watched the Cubs’ 2016 World Series victory and snarfed take-out sundaes from Ivanhoe’s. OMG, thank You that despite the current crisis, we have a gazillion reasons to celebrate! <p>Oh, Lord, thank You for the energy and focus to finish book number 24. Couldn’t go out to celebrate, though. What to do? Instead, Steve and I watched the Cubs’ 2016 World Series victory and snarfed take-out sundaes from Ivanhoe’s. OMG, thank You that despite the current crisis, we have a gazillion reasons to celebrate!</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200330-SteveRachaelBookCelebration.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35692" width="463" height="400"/></figure></div> Mother https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/03/mother.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb1ff6ee-5639-6f42-5911-01877871f4f2 Fri, 27 Mar 2020 16:53:53 -0400 It's time to explain my absence from blogging.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3Yabpzct68/Xn5HA9LKG2I/AAAAAAAAYKs/bR9FeQAI_bEkzCbIDqxDiCxUTjgWvczpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Casket%2Bspray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="395" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3Yabpzct68/Xn5HA9LKG2I/AAAAAAAAYKs/bR9FeQAI_bEkzCbIDqxDiCxUTjgWvczpACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Casket%2Bspray.jpg" width="320" /></a></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>&nbsp;A week ago today, we laid our mother's tired body to rest.<br />We had said our goodbyes a week earlier.<br />Soon after the Grace Village Health Care Center was closed to visitors, we were informed that due to Mother's rapid decline we'd be allowed to spend time with her (after being checked and wearing masks, of course).<br />My brother Alan and I arrived there as soon as we could. From all appearances she did not have long. Like I had done with Dad in his last moments, I began to sing Psalm 23 and broke down after a few lines. I managed to finish the song. But Mother lingered long. We called our faraway siblings and together sang many songs and hymns from our growing up years in Argentina. With the phone close to her ear Ivan said his goodbyes. At that moment we saw the first response. She opened her one good eye and smiled as big as she could under the oxygen mask. Then we called Aldo and again she smiled. Alan was especially moved and grateful when Mother looked at him in recognition, no longer the glassy eyed look. Raquel was on the phone singing to her also. We treasure those moments of recognition and response. There were no more after that. Did her spirit depart at that time, we wonder? Her body took much longer to shut down.<br />We spent the night and the next day with her but there was no response. Slowly, so gradually her breathing slowed. We went home Sunday night and got the call Monday morning from the nurse who held her hand as Mother's breath faded away.<br />We rushed to her side again. It was time to call people, make plans for funeral and burial, and pack what was left of Mother's things. Death is NOT pretty. We focused on images of Mother's new reality--the joyous welcoming party in heaven and her release from all the frustrating limitations and infirmities. No longer would she mouth the words, "I can't walk; I can't talk."<br /><br />Alan and I met with the overwhelmed funeral director--three funerals by noon, a record day! Even so, he was extremely helpful in sorting out the details and complex options of our times. Meanwhile phone calls and messages crisscrossed the country in an effort to put together a meaningful celebration of life service.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZhJToH5cSU/Xn5UNxB_WbI/AAAAAAAAYMI/OE41wDhzI9cZ9IK4Ey1dLmT_lNMa4tykgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Mother%2Bfor%2Bobit%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="139" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZhJToH5cSU/Xn5UNxB_WbI/AAAAAAAAYMI/OE41wDhzI9cZ9IK4Ey1dLmT_lNMa4tykgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Mother%2Bfor%2Bobit%2B1.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Obituary for&nbsp;<a href="https://www.redpathfruthfuneralhome.com/obituary/Kathryn-Hoyt/tributewall/5032D86850R004065143039U">Kathryn Ruth Hoyt</a></div><br />Aldo (sibling #3) and Alice were able to make flight arrangements from Denver, Colorado, and arrived Wednesday night. We had a day together to work on the program and enjoy their fellowship including a visit to meet our second great grandchild born on the same day as Mother's passing.<br />I've dubbed March 16 as K-K day - Kathryn went to her heavenly home, and Kalani entered his earthly family. There is another sweet connection between Skye and his great grandmother, they have the same birthday- July 29.<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8QMEe4aLsU/Xn5OZ5gH2LI/AAAAAAAAYLo/I_dseBAjrzcJkysAnncPFMX9p79P8SQmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kalani%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="666" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8QMEe4aLsU/Xn5OZ5gH2LI/AAAAAAAAYLo/I_dseBAjrzcJkysAnncPFMX9p79P8SQmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kalani%2BCollage.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Kalani for the first time!</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.facebook.com/norman.a.hoyt/videos/10158194702897427/UzpfSTE2MTUwMzI3OToxMDEwMDkzODEyOTM4OTU5Ng/">Kathryn Ruth Hirschy Hoyt's memorial service</a>, Friday March 20th was unusual and memorable, the last public funeral for a while anyway. It was held in Alan (sibling #5)'s church in order to live stream for all those who could not be there. As it was we had only sixteen attendees, mostly family.<br />Each of us shared memories. As the oldest, I was first and spoke more about the beginning of her life and ministry. Ivan (sibling #4) and Kim shared via video.<br />My youngest brother, almost nineteen years difference, came along when I was about to leave for college. He told of difficult and stressful times in my parents' life.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwcOEdm-T20/Xn5OV4NLs3I/AAAAAAAAYLc/v0BrcZtyTmY_mMhYTwmK5VHxUW9cZ5ShwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Alan%2Bsharing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="556" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwcOEdm-T20/Xn5OV4NLs3I/AAAAAAAAYLc/v0BrcZtyTmY_mMhYTwmK5VHxUW9cZ5ShwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Alan%2Bsharing.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>We shared stories from different periods and perspectives, so many that the service had to be interrupted in order to proceed with the scheduled burial in a timely fashion (and avoid a stiff fine!)<br /><br /><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/-_2Cf6RjXIbc/Xn5OWPP9Q3I/AAAAAAAAYLk/Ru5vPr3XR8omG1LHu_xJJC24PJXQ2fhTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pall%2Bbearers%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1600" height="128" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2Cf6RjXIbc/Xn5OWPP9Q3I/AAAAAAAAYLk/Ru5vPr3XR8omG1LHu_xJJC24PJXQ2fhTACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Pall%2Bbearers%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The family pall bearers made up almost half the congregation! Pastor Aldo handled the committal service beautifully.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw2Gy79xZhE/Xn5OV9cWUpI/AAAAAAAAYLg/kh9YsUBPskEYtvfuKKpaYDul61D-IXL6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pastor%2BAldo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="254" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw2Gy79xZhE/Xn5OV9cWUpI/AAAAAAAAYLg/kh9YsUBPskEYtvfuKKpaYDul61D-IXL6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Pastor%2BAldo.jpg" width="339" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Aldo Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table>And we headed back to the church to continue the program. No problem, we had plenty of time before the meal, except that the sound and video guys had to leave, so we do not have a recording of the last part--Aldo's memories woven into his pastoral message.<br /><br />We had talked a lot about the music Mother would have wanted. We had great plans and ideas, but in the end they all fell through. I had found among my parents many papers, fifteen copies of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4SaKgGZijM">Until Then</a>&nbsp;and took them along. Perfect, just enough for everyone there so we sang together with Alice accompanying us on the piano. What a great message to carry us through until we rejoin our family members who've gone ahead.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHOchqXm9s/Xn5O46ljoxI/AAAAAAAAYL8/B12NDDV0VnAOkQHNZ4uPRPMQmr2sAF2kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Until%2BThen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="1600" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHOchqXm9s/Xn5O46ljoxI/AAAAAAAAYL8/B12NDDV0VnAOkQHNZ4uPRPMQmr2sAF2kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Until%2BThen%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We are so grateful for the way everything came together to honor our mother and learn from her life of faithfulness. Alice mentioned that as she was studying Proverbs 31 with a friend, she realized that all the qualities applied to Mom. And in keeping with verse 28, we all rose up and called her blessed!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/6QIQGBvOoms" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Accessible Gaming Advocates http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessible-gaming-advocates/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:68df1e03-cad6-2eef-453e-1304a57dcc7c Fri, 27 Mar 2020 05:27:43 -0400 <p>As we close out Disability Awareness Month 2020, you may not realize how 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/accessible-gaming-advocates/">Accessible Gaming Advocates</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Hidden Treasure http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35565 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:c93acf7e-6730-a527-b9a5-35a3064fa9db Wed, 25 Mar 2020 10:58:01 -0400 When you hear the word “treasure,” do your ears perk up like a kitty’s at the whirr of a can opener? My ears wiggle, too — though as a child, jewels, in particular, fascinated me. When I was a preschooler, a kind lady, aware of our family’s poverty, offered to buy my sister and me [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-1024x669.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35573" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-1024x669.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-300x196.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-768x502.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-1536x1003.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920-624x408.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-listening-cat-4611189_1920.jpg 1837w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by guvo59 from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>When you hear the word “treasure,” do your ears perk up like a kitty’s at the <em>whirr</em> of a can opener?</p> <p>My ears wiggle, too — though as a child, jewels, in particular, fascinated me.</p> <p>When I was a preschooler, a kind lady, aware of our family’s poverty, offered to buy my sister and me Easter clothes. She was rich, so I reveled in fantasies of princess dresses of red velvet, encrusted with precious stones.</p> <p>Instead, we wore blue-and-white gingham. Not a single sapphire or diamond on them <em>anywhere</em>.</p> <p>At sandy beaches, I buried quartz pebbles, marking their hiding places with an X. Someday, I would dig them up and sell them for millions. Then I’d wear princess dresses and eat Dilly Bars every single day.</p> <p>In my heart of hearts, I knew few found for-real treasures in Indiana cornfields. Jesus told a story about a man discovering a “pearl of great price” in a field, but I never found one.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-1024x946.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35572" width="297" height="274" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-1024x946.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-300x277.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-768x710.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-1536x1419.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920-624x577.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-p-basket-of-apples-805124_1920.jpg 1590w" sizes="(max-width: 297px) 100vw, 297px" /></figure></div> <p>Still, I tried to hide my everyday treasures, with limited success. My younger brothers, who couldn’t find their shoes if their lives depended on it, possessed sophisticated built-in systems that detected all candy bars within 50 miles.</p> <p>I also loved fruit — another commodity that disappeared quickly at our house. When my mother brought home ruby-red apples or golden oranges, I sneaked several and hid them in my bed’s headboard for secret indulgence while I read <em>Little Women</em> or <em>Black Beauty</em>.</p> <p>Much later, I learned that I came from a long line of fruit pirates. My Southern grandmother treasured apples as if they were made of gold. When Dad brought her bags of apples from the Midwest, they vanished. An even better treasure detector than his sons, Dad found them under her bed. Once, while visiting my parents, I was vacuuming bedrooms when I discovered his apple stash as well.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-Grandson-2007.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35567" width="212" height="283" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-Grandson-2007.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-Grandson-2007-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px" /></figure></div> <p>Thus, my toddler grandson’s precocious ability to hide treasure shouldn’t have surprised us. He mostly spirited off other people’s valuables. When car keys, remotes, or backup flash drives vanished, his parents immediately identified the chief suspect. After extensive treasure hunts, they might find their billfolds nestled in 50 pounds of cat food.</p> <p>Or maybe not.</p> <p>They still considered that little larcenist a treasure — and Grandma certainly agrees.</p> <p>I’ve never dug my fingers through piles of gleaming doubloons or gems, but the ring of precious faces around my table glow with greater worth. The only diamonds I own are small solitaires that shine on my left hand and on a silver anniversary necklace, courtesy of the shy, loving guy whose once-hidden treasures have taken a lifetime to discover and enjoy.</p> <p>Makes my ears wiggle just to think about it.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200325-SteveRachael.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35568" width="383" height="287"/></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What do you consider your treasures?</p> Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:fbf1f418-31cd-6f8f-61bb-1ae3512b66db Tue, 24 Mar 2020 22:19:06 -0400 <p>Early Civilizations is a fun, highly interactive unit study about the time period 2000 B.C. to 1001 B.C. While you can use Early Civilizations with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes. Early Civilizations is the second of 11 unit studies I created for homeschooling my kids covering [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/">Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations</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.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a> is a fun, highly interactive unit study about the time period 2000 B.C. to 1001 B.C. While you can use <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a> with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes.</p> <p>Early Civilizations is the second of <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">11 unit studies</a> I created for homeschooling my kids covering</p> <ul> <li>history</li> <li>literature</li> <li>music</li> <li>art</li> <li>science</li> </ul> <p>Within each designated time period, students explore important events and discoveries that influenced and impacted one another as contemporaries.</p> <p>During our homeschooling, we spent a week in each subject for each time period, followed by a completion celebration reflective of the era. Party! Use the study in the way that best fit your family, your needs, and your schedule.</p> <p>These <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">unit studies</a> are a blend of teacher guided and self-guided, which my students preferred. We did these as a family, and sometimes got together to study the units with others. One year, we met at a church one day per week and 100 students participated. That was grand fun.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a></p> <p>Check out this <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast about creativity </a></p> <p>And the <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast with favorite children&#8217;s author, John Erickson</a>, creator of the award-winning <a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/">Hank the Cowdog</a> series</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/">Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations</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: Missing the Touchy-Feely http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35463 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:cd5edbc8-b23c-6e46-f196-3b1597e39785 Mon, 23 Mar 2020 06:02:42 -0400  O Lord, everyone’s wearing masks and bumping elbows. No handshakes. No hugging allowed! OMG, You are the God who touched lepers. I’m so glad You and I don’t have to do the Wuhan shake. <p><strong> O Lord, everyone’s wearing masks and bumping elbows. No handshakes. No hugging allowed! OMG, You are the God who touched lepers. I’m so glad You and I don’t have to do the Wuhan shake.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200323-GodAdam-small.jpg" alt="" data-id="35464" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=35464" class="wp-image-35464"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200323-wuhan-shake-small.jpg" alt="" data-id="35465" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200323-wuhan-shake-small.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=35465" class="wp-image-35465" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200323-wuhan-shake-small.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200323-wuhan-shake-small-277x300.jpg 277w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> 6 Tips for Parents to Help Their Kids Survive as Virtual College Students https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/03/22/6-tips-for-parents-to-help-their-kids-survive-as-virtual-college-students/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:57c6cb52-e49f-14c0-8f4c-8b8597341656 Sun, 22 Mar 2020 17:09:42 -0400 Last week&#8217;s post about surviving as a virtual college student offered some basic info for many students heading home to finish their semester. I (and all my colleagues at Taylor University and teachers pretty much everywhere) have been trying to comfort students and rework courses so we can deliver the desired learning outcomes in an [&#8230;] On Your 21st Birthday http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:b8f5c400-2f41-a312-46c5-a8f50eac645c Sun, 22 Mar 2020 08:09:20 -0400 <p>Happiest 21st birthday, my dearest! By society&#8217;s definition, on this 21st birthday you are officially an adult with all adult privileges. And all adult responsibilities. And we both know that being all grown up has little to do with age and everything to do with action. Maturity and wisdom are reflected in the behavior you [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">On Your 21st Birthday</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Happiest 21st birthday, my dearest!</p> <p>By society&#8217;s definition, on this 21st birthday you are officially an adult with all adult privileges. And all adult responsibilities.</p> <p>And we both know that being all grown up has little to do with age and everything to do with action. Maturity and wisdom are reflected in the behavior you choose.</p> <h3>Choose</h3> <ul> <li>Choose always to press into Jesus.</li> <li>Choose to love, remembering that love is not a feeling as much as it is an action.</li> <li>Be generous with grace – to yourself and toward others.</li> <li>Do the next right thing.</li> <li>Always look ahead and leave the past behind.</li> <li>When you look for the best in others and yourself, you will find it.</li> <li>Carefully build a circle of wise friends who grow and stay connected.</li> <li>Look for the best in people and you will find it.</li> <li>Dream big.</li> <li>Celebrate often.</li> <li>Have something to do that is yours.</li> <li>Whenever possible, love your family and siblings.</li> <li>Be early.</li> <li>Never give up.</li> <li>Life is to be enjoyed. Dance, explore, laugh, listen, love, cry, read, rest, sing, tell stories.</li> <li>In joy, be all you can be,</li> <li>Fill your life with splendid music, excellent literature, pleasing aromas, and creative spaces.</li> <li>Never lose your sense of wonder.</li> <li>Choose a marriage partner who has complimentary ethics, morals, and world-view.</li> <li>Spend your life, not with the person you can live with, but with the one you can’t live without.</li> <li>Live full blast, full out.</li> </ul> <h3>Truths</h3> <p>As you launch into your bright and promising future, these truths will form and guide you.</p> <ul> <li>You are loved.</li> <li>There is a God and He is crazy in love with you.</li> <li>You have an important place in the universe.</li> <li>Your integrity and character are your legacy.</li> <li>You make a difference in the world.</li> <li>You can say no.</li> <li>You can say yes.</li> <li>Honor, respect, and honesty are the foundation of excellent relationships.</li> <li>Who you are is more important than what you do.</li> <li>Pain and struggle are part of life, but they are not your address.</li> <li>Failure is not terminal.</li> <li>Mistakes are not mistakes when you learn from them.</li> <li>You are always invited, but never obligated, to attend family gatherings.</li> </ul> <p>I love you and I&#8217;m so proud of you. Your future and possibilities are as unlimited as the Son. Happy birthday, my child now all grown up.</p> <p><span id="en-ESV-29251" class="text Eph-3-16">According to the riches of his glory may the Lord grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being,</span> <span id="en-ESV-29252" class="text Eph-3-17"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love,</span><span id="en-ESV-29253" class="text Eph-3-18"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,</span><span id="en-ESV-29254" class="text Eph-3-19"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.<span id="en-ESV-29255" class="text Eph-3-20">Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us,</span> <span id="en-ESV-29256" class="text Eph-3-21"><sup class="versenum">21 </sup>to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen. </span>(Ephesians 3:16-21 ESV).</span></p> <p><span id="en-ESV-3848" class="text Num-6-24">The <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> bless you and keep you; </span><span id="en-ESV-3849" class="text Num-6-25">the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; </span><span id="en-ESV-3850" class="text Num-6-26"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace, (Numbers 6:24-26 ESV).</span></p> <p>We celebrate you and the gift you are to those around you and to the world on your 21st birthday.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">On Your 21st Birthday</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Accessibility and COVID-19 http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-and-covid-19/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:7ef07f79-2b51-d132-3784-e89965562281 Fri, 20 Mar 2020 05:30:32 -0400 <p>COVID-19 is all over the news. It is impacting people all over the world. Businesses are shutting down. Schools and universities are moving to virtual course delivery. Events are canceling or moving online. Bars and restaurants have closed dining and&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-and-covid-19/">Accessibility and COVID-19</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Free Unit Study: The Genesis http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:5c73a46e-8fe5-fa57-26c3-ec5bec7dee1d Wed, 18 Mar 2020 17:28:43 -0400 <p>The Genesis is a fun, highly interactive unit study. While you can use The Genesis with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes. The Genesis is the first of 11 unit studies I created for my kids covering history literature music art science Within each designated time [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/">Free Unit Study: The Genesis</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.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis</a> is a fun, highly interactive unit study. While you can use <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis</a> with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis </a>is the first of <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">11 unit studies</a> I created for my kids covering</p> <ul> <li>history</li> <li>literature</li> <li>music</li> <li>art</li> <li>science</li> </ul> <p>Within each designated time period, students explore important events and discoveries that influenced and impacted one another as contemporaries.</p> <p>During our homeschooling, we spent a week in each subject for each time period, followed by a completion celebration reflective of the era. Party! Use the study in the way that best fit your family, your needs, and your schedule.</p> <p>These <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">unit studies</a> are a blend of teacher guided and self-guided, which my students preferred. We did these as a family, and sometimes got together to study the units with others. One year, we met at a church one day per week and 100 students participated. That was grand fun.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">GENESIS Unit Study.docx</a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Check out this <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast about creativity </a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7491" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg" alt="" width="222" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg 222w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg 369w" sizes="(max-width: 222px) 100vw, 222px" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+freedom&amp;qid=1584566832&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a>, a favorite with kids.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/">Free Unit Study: The Genesis</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Dancing with the Wind http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35351 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:d75da01b-7d57-8547-b7e5-c150f8617991 Wed, 18 Mar 2020 07:30:34 -0400 Clutching my second grade reader, I watched cars and semis whiz past on the highway, but my school bus didn’t appear. Only my imagination kept me company. My imagination and the wind. It swirled, breathing earthy spring smells and twittery bird songs. What do you do when you’re seven years old with no agenda? You [&#8230;] <p>Clutching my second grade reader, I watched cars and semis whiz past on the highway, but my school bus didn’t appear. Only my imagination kept me company.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-1024x984.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35356" width="249" height="238" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-1024x984.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-300x288.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-768x738.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-1536x1476.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920-624x600.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windblown-girl-person-1053543_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 249px) 100vw, 249px" /><figcaption>Image by Pezibear from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>My imagination and the wind. It swirled, breathing earthy spring smells and twittery bird songs.</p> <p>What do you do when you’re seven years old with no agenda?</p> <p>You dance with the wind, of course.</p> <p>I skipped and leaped more like a spring calf than the ballerina twirling in my head.</p> <p>The porch light went on. Mom poked her head out. “Honey, are you all right?”</p> <p>What kind of question was that? “I’m dancing with the wind.”</p> <p>“Oh. Okay. Just don’t get dirty.” Mom closed the door.</p> <p>The wind and I resumed our dance until the bus arrived.</p> <p>Eventually, I learned to keep my performances secret, though spring’s Chinook, as Laura Ingalls Wilder called it in <em>The Long Winter</em>, and I continued joyous rendezvous.</p> <p>However, watching evil Miss Gulch of <em>The Wizard of Oz</em> during a cyclone gave me second thoughts about Mr. Wind.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-1024x713.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35354" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-1024x713.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-300x209.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-768x535.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-1536x1069.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920-624x434.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-tornado-459265_1920.jpg 1820w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></div> <p>My own stormy encounter at age 18 confirmed the wind’s erratic moods. Trees fell around my car, power lines sparked, and a nearby chimney exploded. Had the wind gotten up on the wrong side of the continent? Still, I loved its gentler caresses.</p> <p>My husband never has understood my wind fetish. One sultry night during our early marriage, even the open window above our pillows didn’t cool me. I moved mine to the foot of the bed. Ah, the ecstasy of wind on my toes!</p> <p>Hubby, who awoke to feet in his face, wasn’t ecstatic.</p> <p>Ceiling fans help keep us together.</p> <p>Lately, I’ve winced as the wind has powered trash cans and downspouts past my window. I don’t relish the prospect of spreading Weed &amp; Feed<sup>®</sup> mostly on me — and Rhode Island.</p> <p>If we camp this spring, we and our camper may follow Miss Gulch to Oz.</p> <p>At home, you might find me and my laptop in the bathtub, a refuge reminiscent of the tub where I once read to three antsy little children until an all-clear siren sounded. Thankfully, our bathtubs were/are of the literary variety.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-1024x676.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35355" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-1024x676.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-300x198.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-768x507.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-1536x1014.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920-624x412.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-windmills-1838788_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></div> <p>Despite grown-up reservations, the wind still holds a fascination for me. The force that spins windmills like pinwheels recalls Jesus reminding rich, powerful Nicodemus that the wind — and God’s Spirit — are way beyond our control.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-wind-dancer-red-kite-in-flight-4399279_1920-1024x839.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35358" width="395" height="322" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-wind-dancer-red-kite-in-flight-4399279_1920-300x246.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200318-p-wind-dancer-red-kite-in-flight-4399279_1920-624x511.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 395px) 100vw, 395px" /><figcaption>Image by TheOtherKev from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>The spring wind still burgeons with life. Some dark, early morning, I’ll answer Chinook’s call. We’ll dance while no one watches, turns on a porch light, or calls the police.</p> <p>Why do I want to dance with the wind? Possibly because my grandmother passed down her Native American heritage.</p> <p>Her middle name was Zephyr.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you ever danced with the wind?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Crazy Crocus Courage http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35249 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:808b15a3-ee96-0bd0-80da-ada343c66608 Mon, 16 Mar 2020 07:24:42 -0400 No way, they said. It can’t happen, they said. But OMG, thank You that nothing can keep the Resurrection down! <p><strong>No way, they said. It can’t happen, they said. But OMG, thank You that nothing can keep the Resurrection down! </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200316_crocus-snow-151229.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35250" width="633" height="510"/></figure></div> 6 Tips for Surviving as a Virtual College Student https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/03/15/6-tips-for-surviving-as-a-virtual-college-student/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:f71ff631-6a3b-1bcc-8fdc-f398207a8321 Sun, 15 Mar 2020 11:20:06 -0400 With the current closing and moving to online classes of many schools and universities (including mine), I&#8217;ve realized the challenge that many of my students will be facing and want to offer some pieces of advice. (1) Remember that you&#8217;re still &#8220;in school&#8221; As you head away from campus &#8212; whether you&#8217;re going home or [&#8230;] National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week 2020 http://www.freelanceknight.com/national-multiple-sclerosis-awareness-week-2020/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:765abe18-345a-868a-e91a-17e51c4e4cb3 Fri, 13 Mar 2020 05:30:04 -0400 <p>March 8 to 14 this year is National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week, which is a good time to update you on my wife’s disability. Angie was diagnosed with Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis in July 1997. Over the years this has required us to adjust our&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/national-multiple-sclerosis-awareness-week-2020/">National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week 2020</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Ahhhh … Ewww! or Aaa-chooo! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=35142 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:7691034b-439a-d5e3-2f48-6ca9c721c007 Wed, 11 Mar 2020 07:55:10 -0400 Say the word “lilac,” and ghosts of perfumes past waft through me. Bushes pour their lush scent through an open window into my teenaged soul. My toddlers take turns carefully sniffing purple blossoms along a neighbor’s fence. My husband plants a lilac for me on Mother’s Day. Say the word “lilac” to my allergy-ridden friend, [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-1024x773.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35144" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-1024x773.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-300x226.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-768x580.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-1536x1159.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920-624x471.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Lilac-bush-flowers-771317_1920.jpg 1623w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Peter H from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>Say the word “lilac,” and ghosts of perfumes past waft through me. Bushes pour their lush scent through an open window into my teenaged soul. My toddlers take turns carefully sniffing purple blossoms along a neighbor’s fence. My husband plants a lilac for me on Mother’s Day.</p> <p>Say the word “lilac” to my allergy-ridden friend, and she thinks “dynamite.” She once considered sneaking into her churchyard at night and blowing up bushes that every spring swelled her nose to clown size.</p> <p>The beauty of a scent is definitely in the nose of the beholder. For one conscientious church custodian, ammonia spelled righteous spring cleaning that should characterize God’s house. However, my office faced a restroom door. Ammonia’s powerful fumes wiped out this choir director’s brain cells — critical because she owned so few.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35146" width="370" height="247" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-1536x1025.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-rind-cheese-roses-grapes-1148950_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 370px) 100vw, 370px" /></figure></div> <p>Cultural factors play major roles in olfactory opinions, too. Many Frenchmen eat Époisses cheese. Southeast Asians consider the hedgehog-shaped fruit durian delicious. But because of their, er, distinctive smells, laws in both areas forbid taking these foods on public transportation.</p> <p>And you thought your Uncle Archie’s garlic breath reeked.</p> <p>Thankfully, many scents imprint positive impressions. Hubby’s marriage-long aftershave. Vanilla tippled into birthday cake batter. Autumn’s smoky, smoldering leaves. Plump baby necks. A new book with crisp, untouched pages. (Kindles will never replace that.) An old book with its mellow air of wisdom. (They will never replace that, either.)</p> <p>A tiny tinge of flavor in warm spring air proclaims, “ice cream.” My husband says I can sniff out any ice cream within 50 miles. (Ice cream trucks, take note: add extra guards.)</p> <p>Perhaps your nose, like mine, shifts perspective per experience. The smell of June roses may recall an evil prom date who handed you a corsage one night and, the next, dumped you for Bambi LaBody. Contrariwise, the return of a familiar bison ambiance to your college-age son’s bedroom fills your heart with joy.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280-1024x702.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35145" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280-1024x702.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280-300x206.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280-768x526.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280-624x428.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-Trunk-of-elephant-111695_1280.jpg 1116w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Kirsi Kataniemi from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>Given the power of smells, shouldn’t we be grateful our Creator did not design us like dogs? Their noses are 10,000 to 100,000 times as sensitive as those of humans. I am doubly glad I am not an elephant — and not only because that nose might mess with family portraits. According to a Baltimore, Maryland, zoo, this pachyderm’s trunk can outsmell any canine nose, anytime!</p> <p>In heaven, someday, perhaps mine will surpass them. My allergic-to-lilacs friend, Uncle Archie, and I, sans furry nose or undulating trunk, will together inhale the beautiful fragrance of Christ. No more “ewwws!” or “aaa-chooos!” Only “ahhhhs.” Our holy noses’ sensitivity will make those animal buddies’ olfactory talents compare to stuffy-sinus flu.</p> <p>Even better, every smelly memory will be a perfect one. </p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-1024x769.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-35148" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-1024x769.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-768x577.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-1536x1154.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920-624x469.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200311-p-cropped-Bouquet-of-lilac-3366467_1920.jpg 1785w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by RitaE from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What are your favorite smells?</p> The “Refusing to See” kind of blindness. http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-refusing-to-see-kind-of-blindness.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:3097dba9-316f-c7d8-4939-c021f5c29b42 Wed, 11 Mar 2020 02:17:05 -0400 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">My devotional today from Ravi Zacharias stated, “The blindness to the sacred is the cause of all evil.”</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">I see that as blindness to Christ of course. After all, he is the light of all.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">&nbsp;Spiritual blindness is the refusal to see the glory of God our Creator for what it is—in its truth and love. The pride of humanity doesn’t want to be shown what it doesn’t know and that it doesn’t know. After all our forefathers and mothers &nbsp;have tasted the fruit from the tree of Knowledge of good AND evil. What is there not to know?</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">That is where our blindness lies.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">But Jesus didn’t leave us in darkness or in our blindness.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">“</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">His cure was to help them see what they were really blind to, yet refused to see.” John wrote that men loved darkness rather than light. Jesus said that we are the light of the world and that a city set on a hill cannot be hidden not can a little lighted candle is it is lifted up in the room. Light is hope.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Light in the darkness. That is what the experience is of Jesus in the soul where we hunger. One facet of darkness is poverty and poverty is the repetition of hunger. It is a constant consumption of that which fades. False hope.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">When the glory of God that shines in the face of Christ comes into our hearts and lives we have the manna meal that glorifies Christ within us. Because he who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Just like Jesus made the blind man see, not only was he healed physically and could testify about what Jesus did for him externally, but Jesus revisited him to connect with him relationally to be sure the two of them met. Why? So the former blind man could know, not because of some tree of knowledge fruit eating, but a knowing that consuming something for ourselves could not nor ever could reveal to us—Gods love. Jesus was full of grace AND truth. Both should lead us to know God.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Adam and Eve made exchanges the day they ate that forbidden fruit of knowing. Paul describes in Romans 1. One of those exchanges was to be fed or to feed. Spiritual death is blindness to God revealed to us. Will we continue to get our own knowledge? Or will we accept what has been revealed to us? Feed or be fed?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The story of the blind man demonstrates this. It’s really laughable how everyone is doubting and questioning what they see in the physical world. And even more hilarious is that Jesus set this all up and then exits—he wipes mud on the guy’s eyes, tells him to go wash (maybe more for the smell than the eyes, or for both) and then Jesus disappears from the story. Ha! But only for a little while.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The whole time Jesus is absent the Jewish spiritual leaders are trying to figure out first who the guy is. So much so they interrogated his parents. Even they had a problem at first recognizing him but I’m sure his momma finally did. But dad knowing Jewish laws told the leaders that his son was of age and to ask him how it happened.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Testimony of Jesus is the light pride takes issue with.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The leaders were blind. Jesus healed a man to be a witness for him to help the leaders see physically in hopes that spiritually theyd connect. They didn’t.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Hard hearts and blind eyes go together. Might as well add thick skulls. Thinking they could see, their blindness remained.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">I believe one of the remedies for blindness (arrogant, hard-heartedness) is fasting. The spiritual act of denying yourself physical food will attack your pride because you’ve been led to believe you deserve food and you live to eat. The truth is you eat to live and don’t need as much as you consume. Learn to eat what God supplies.</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">Back to the story of the blind man. But this blog has gone on in my ramblings long enough. Go and read it for yourself. See what happens when the testimony is disregarded. Watch how Jesus re-enters the story and ask yourself why he does it that way. Listen to what Jesus tells the blind man (and you) and especially how the physical has now transformed into the metaphor for the deeper spiritual truth.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">The living truth.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">A new way to live the new life. The kingdom life.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">That’s how the light comes on for us who once were blind.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">—kk</span></span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></div> Robots and much more https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/03/robots-and-much-more.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:cb180e19-8a2b-1a0f-052a-e7aa0e7e8cb9 Tue, 10 Mar 2020 21:55:51 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday, I visited Mother. In the last month or two she has declined noticeably. I wanted to join her in the ArtCare Studio which she's enjoyed so much since being in the Grace Village Health Center. Sadly, she no longer finds her way there on her own and seldom participates. I took her there to see the latest art pieces.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzkuaFLn7N4/XmgLM5R8KzI/AAAAAAAAYIc/5QneZ-nKH4QFKue-attEfVSDBhAsUqo7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/89167255_10100924513905136_6625098585790742528_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="622" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzkuaFLn7N4/XmgLM5R8KzI/AAAAAAAAYIc/5QneZ-nKH4QFKue-attEfVSDBhAsUqo7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/89167255_10100924513905136_6625098585790742528_n.jpg" width="307" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother's last complete painting</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Michael Conley, who so faithfully and graciously leads the program, commented that recently Mother has been more able to color than paint. He pointed out her last completed painting. I commented on the light and shadow. He said she did that totally on her own. Her most recent attempt and incomplete painting shows signs of confusion.&nbsp;<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4XrNstBbbs/XmgLsq0Z82I/AAAAAAAAYIs/B7syrTatYXUYSlkw2Rc2nckwA3KnomAeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Daisies%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="579" height="301" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4XrNstBbbs/XmgLsq0Z82I/AAAAAAAAYIs/B7syrTatYXUYSlkw2Rc2nckwA3KnomAeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Daisies%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother's final attempt</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Next we went to the Monday Hymn Sing and joined the large table surrounded with dear elderly residents in varying stages of cognitive and physical ability, but all united in a love for the old hymns whether or not they could still sing.<br />My former professor, later president of Grace Schools, Dr. Homer Kent,&nbsp;is seated next to Mother .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzgUwycrj6M/XmgIHyfQceI/AAAAAAAAYIM/5QsHvHs16to9sYX7poRcV4dZUj-Zw7vLgCEwYBhgLMMKToPMF/s1600/Hymn%2Bsing%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1039" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzgUwycrj6M/XmgIHyfQceI/AAAAAAAAYIM/5QsHvHs16to9sYX7poRcV4dZUj-Zw7vLgCEwYBhgLMMKToPMF/s320/Hymn%2Bsing%2BCollage.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~</div><br />I have been enjoying an organic produce delivery program. These are my Misfits for the week.<br /><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8L5uQU8YVc/XmfdN5MlS6I/AAAAAAAAYFs/7J1DWlvW7TU4k3kibaz0gFxb_LJDo8GQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/87884269_10100928388390636_8470404393726902272_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me the week was a series of appointments and commitments.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Team 1720 it was a race to the finish, to have a working robot and drive team ready for the first district competition Saturday and Sunday. Michael was at the shop most days and survived several late nights. Then Friday afternoon he trudged off on his way to Bloomington with the trailer carrying PhyXTGears' 2020 robot, Infinite Horse Power, along with all the tools and pit equipment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></span></div><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5pvANsfdU8/XmfdOMPfCnI/AAAAAAAAYFw/h463_m-81WAAze6IwXuLitiz5wmJFnoBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/88177444_10100928388340736_8823466489462915072_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><br />Saturday was a very exciting day of qualifying matches forTeam 1720 as climbing from the bottom third to #1! Students, mentors, parents watched from the stands. Some of us who couldn't be there were glued to the livestream from home.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1062" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foLzH_Jkm74/Xmfm-FYYwnI/AAAAAAAAYGg/ddI9Mmx-nZQxJjAzDZy4q-MT4wuArVVSACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bloomington%2BCollage.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teams, fans, and playing field</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Others spent a great part of the time in the pits, either repairing the robot or helping other teams with their problems.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">One of the strong points of the FIRST program is their emphasis on <i>cooperation </i>and <i>gracious professionalism</i>. An example of this occurred over the weekend when a team lost their funding and could only send the coach and one student to the competition. Other teams rallied around them to make up the drive team and work on their robot.<br /></div><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><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://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1415" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvE2WcLpPD0/Xmfm9yt268I/AAAAAAAAYGc/gCutB7ZeF1QhUtpTsZUDn53_C2doDmTrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bloomington%2Bpits%2BCollage.jpg" width="352" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the pit</td></tr></tbody></table></span><br /><br />After watching the last match of the day, I went to Kayla's house for Destiny's little birthday celebration--a game night.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1003" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_QwdMd2kng/Xmfm9hR8-pI/AAAAAAAAYGY/oJ02w3bNSxwhI5vsQCXdO4U8RsYIUjhmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Destiny%2B19%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From this photo, you may not be able to tell that her baby is due in five days! But I have a photo of Destiny and her "Kalani" bump on the job at Ivanhoes.</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/-eESuJcEjQ5s/Xmfm-MLXSYI/AAAAAAAAYG8/wll7SH6MOZwAq-bNh9xDLyFY5MV1HPdPACEwYBhgLMN72oPMF/s1600/Kalani%2Bbump.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="490" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eESuJcEjQ5s/Xmfm-MLXSYI/AAAAAAAAYG8/wll7SH6MOZwAq-bNh9xDLyFY5MV1HPdPACEwYBhgLMN72oPMF/s320/Kalani%2Bbump.jpg" width="338" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Instead of getting involved in the big people's game, I enjoyed time with Rebecca. Here she is with the blanket I knit for her as a baby. I think she has a Mona Lisa smile. Which pose do you prefer?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="579" height="343" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA6qa11cxNc/Xmf3W6rNkFI/AAAAAAAAYHo/g3_kP4vpjQc3peirpWjWRQeO24sVnu0WgCEwYBhgLMLTxn_MF/s320/Mona%2BLisa%2BRebecca%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><br /></a></div>Sunday Moriah and I had dinner at the Taylor University dining commons then came home to a very exciting afternoon of watching the playoffs with PhyXTGears on the #1 alliance winning all six games!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaOKpO0FYZw/Xmftc48FLGI/AAAAAAAAYHQ/N0w0HqN3hAMWCFRhh8qyGLGbJLa8xcphACEwYBhgLMMvfn_MF/s320/89359533_197314814869499_4039523592084389888_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/"><br /></a>Sam, Kristie and the boys were there for the amazing finale.<br />This is my favorite photo from the weekend.<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://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyAgD118cAQ/XmfnD_4MbwI/AAAAAAAAYGo/mncLDazDyo4l8XguA4eQ2jUNQMmfxgatgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/88939423_10219108394673805_3629175866799423488_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa explaining the robot to Zion and Jude</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/">Robot competition at Bloomi</a>n<a href="https://bloomingtonian.com/2020/03/08/robot-competition-at-bloomington-high-school-south/">gton High School South</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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/-KMNvj9kLEos/Xmf5OSPYZyI/AAAAAAAAYH0/nZm5E3o76xQodqwd8W7tXSg_vwaNeghgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Blomington%2Bwinners.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1355" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMNvj9kLEos/Xmf5OSPYZyI/AAAAAAAAYH0/nZm5E3o76xQodqwd8W7tXSg_vwaNeghgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Blomington%2Bwinners.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The winning alliance</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are two Kochs on the team. 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I have a lot of catching up to do, as many changes have come over that time. But this is a week I had to step in. As I prepared to write an article to submit to our area newspaper, I thought of different angles I could &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2020/03/07/ms-awareness-week-2020/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "MS Awareness Week&#160;2020"</span></a> Indiana Disability Awareness Month 2020 http://www.freelanceknight.com/indiana-disability-awareness-month-2020/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:f61427e9-3bc5-2fdd-837a-bb6fc25bf9a1 Fri, 06 Mar 2020 05:30:41 -0500 <p>March has come again, which means I would like take a few minutes of your time to discuss Disability Awareness Month in Indiana. I have a lot of passion for Disability Awareness, as it impacts my family on a daily&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/indiana-disability-awareness-month-2020/">Indiana Disability Awareness Month 2020</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Umbrella Magic http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=34927 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1c88850c-e5f0-0326-0753-93ae991bbee4 Wed, 04 Mar 2020 07:12:57 -0500 When I was a preschooler, my mother said umbrellas kept high-wire performers from falling. Would carrying an umbrella atop a swing set morph me into a lovely lady wearing a sparkling bathing suit? Then, perhaps, the world would see the magic me. But the umbrella didn’t turn into a parachute. I fell like a rock. [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-1024x690.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34929" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-1024x690.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-300x202.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-768x517.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-1536x1035.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920-624x420.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-birdie-high-wire-artist-3083846_1920.jpg 1673w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Dr. Georg Wietschorke from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>When I was a preschooler, my mother said umbrellas kept high-wire performers from falling. Would carrying an umbrella atop a swing set morph me into a lovely lady wearing a sparkling bathing suit? Then, perhaps, the world would see the magic me.</p> <p>But the umbrella didn’t turn into a parachute. I fell like a rock.</p> <p>Nevertheless, umbrellas continued to enthrall me. Why wouldn’t my mother buy them?</p> <p>I understand now.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-596x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34934" width="305" height="524" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-596x1024.jpg 596w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-175x300.jpg 175w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-768x1319.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-895x1536.jpg 895w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920-624x1071.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-kid-with-umbrella-2863661_1920.jpg 1039w" sizes="(max-width: 305px) 100vw, 305px" /></figure></div> <p>First, what five kids can do to a helpless umbrella staggers the imagination. When my mother gave in and bought one, all umbrellas in the store bowed in a moment of silence. During initial roughhousing, someone raised the newcomer inside the station wagon, resulting in broken ribs.</p> <p>Sometimes, a lucky umbrella survived and took refuge in the front closet, buried among mittens, hats and boots. If not so fortunate, it found itself in a fencing match with a broom, both wielded by little brothers.</p> <p>Occasionally, a foolhardy umbrella permitted itself to be discovered. It faced more fencing matches at the bus stop and a school bus ride among 40 passengers intent on poking each others’ eyes out. However, after occupying a dusty corner of the lost-and-found, it eventually vanished into the Alternate Universe where half of all children’s possessions abide, never to be seen again.</p> <p>As a preteen, I decided to purchase my own umbrella. Because awkward Jo March in <em>Little Women </em>found true love under the umbrella, I thought I might, too. But umbrellas cost three whole dollars. When a friend from Indianapolis offered to buy me one for only one dollar, I requested red with polka dots. Instead, she bought one covered with old-lady pink and yellow flowers. Mom made me smile, thank her, and pay her $1.25.</p> <p>Still, it possessed a magic of its own. On rainy Saturday mornings, I ventured into our slumbering village, rendezvousing with imaginary loves who shared my umbrella and the rain’s gentle, percussive music.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrella-and-couple-4602505_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34930" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrella-and-couple-4602505_1920.jpg 483w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrella-and-couple-4602505_1920-168x300.jpg 168w" sizes="(max-width: 483px) 100vw, 483px" /></figure></div> <p>When did the magic disappear? During college in Bloomington, Indiana, which boasts more rainfall than your average Amazon jungle. I often left my umbrellas in classrooms. Skipping lost-and-found, they entered the Alternate Universe, leaving me to empty my tiny bank account to buy another. I also shared elevators with 30,000 other umbrella-wielding students. My love affair with umbrellas might have ended forever — except that a special young man raised his below my dorm window to signal his approach. We have shared umbrellas for 45 years now. …</p> <p>This chilly March day, as I again walk a college campus, umbrellas bloom like spring flowers, sheltering laughing, shivering students on their way to class.</p> <p>Do they feel the magic, too?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-1024x233.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34932" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-1024x233.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-300x68.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-768x174.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-1536x349.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920-624x142.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/200304-p-umbrellas-banner-1076215_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you like rainy walks under an umbrella?</p> Marching on https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/03/marching-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:615372b1-ec2c-8ab9-820e-b379ec2c21e7 Tue, 03 Mar 2020 13:36:04 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've had several days of beautiful winter snow, but none that really hindered us much as the lane and roads melted it quickly and did not become icy, for the most part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTDy2EnZlrY/Xl2Nq-MumwI/AAAAAAAAYCg/O0Yp5AJGaNsrgWfwgOcRdh0aQHo9BHYQACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/89246138_10100924550077646_3912315697388060672_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTDy2EnZlrY/Xl2Nq-MumwI/AAAAAAAAYCg/O0Yp5AJGaNsrgWfwgOcRdh0aQHo9BHYQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/89246138_10100924550077646_3912315697388060672_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Cardinal hiding. Mr. C flew away.</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Nor did the weather interrupt Stephan's sap gathering process from some 61 trees. Of course not, winter is his favorite season!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXU7ql2VHmw/Xl592B9xfKI/AAAAAAAAYDw/yM2BndYtSAkgFp9pH5ETzHCU57I1v66vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87453532_10158385118864767_7457435777144717312_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXU7ql2VHmw/Xl592B9xfKI/AAAAAAAAYDw/yM2BndYtSAkgFp9pH5ETzHCU57I1v66vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/87453532_10158385118864767_7457435777144717312_o.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&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/stephan.a.koch/videos/10158369816304767/">syrup boiling</a>&nbsp;continues even now with the amazing contraption he put together. (Don't miss the link to the interesting video.)&nbsp; Here's a sample of the results.</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/-LB6pAC3TgnA/Xl6AqTdsg5I/AAAAAAAAYEA/q0xMCO5EMwMnmXoxSSst1OP_HeiR-6GDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87048393_10158371309804767_2116882839239655424_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1600" height="176" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LB6pAC3TgnA/Xl6AqTdsg5I/AAAAAAAAYEA/q0xMCO5EMwMnmXoxSSst1OP_HeiR-6GDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/87048393_10158371309804767_2116882839239655424_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />We get updated reports every week. Speaking of Monday Night Dinner, here's an after-dinner Jiu-Jitsu move Jasmine is trying to show Stephan. She will soon be teaching self-defense classes and missing our dinners.</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/-tkIyRVlezDE/Xl2NqXa7JzI/AAAAAAAAYCc/VtJLH-cg7QU4LDOsLBMCOHgtgd00pOjcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/89180507_10100924555930916_1518378609671143424_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkIyRVlezDE/Xl2NqXa7JzI/AAAAAAAAYCc/VtJLH-cg7QU4LDOsLBMCOHgtgd00pOjcACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/89180507_10100924555930916_1518378609671143424_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A&nbsp; Memory Monday pic of the week goes back some 47 years to 1974 in Austria, a team excursion to Hohe Wand for some rock climbing. And there was little Leah in her stroller and big brother Stephan intent on something (?).</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/-2cuVUaBBuM4/Xl6I1EZzEuI/AAAAAAAAYEM/8EBF2dCxZhIQUJrn7orA-xhE0hkWKYengCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/CCI03032020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="728" height="367" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cuVUaBBuM4/Xl6I1EZzEuI/AAAAAAAAYEM/8EBF2dCxZhIQUJrn7orA-xhE0hkWKYengCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/CCI03032020.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Perfect segway to talk about Leah's next health journey procedure Thursday--an exploration of the entire GI tract. This is the only photo she allowed. I think her little purse is so cute.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHqAnOkcWLI/Xl2NqW5Q5fI/AAAAAAAAYCY/TGwWSiJ6ODQCJMk4IIoGQIpkPONrM5VPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/89202377_10100924514439066_4147099706666778624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="817" height="277" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHqAnOkcWLI/Xl2NqW5Q5fI/AAAAAAAAYCY/TGwWSiJ6ODQCJMk4IIoGQIpkPONrM5VPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/89202377_10100924514439066_4147099706666778624_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah did not feel a thing, except anxiety before the event, and went home with plenty of photos, not suitable for this blog ;-) Everything okay, only a couple areas that require further attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Meanwhile, the members of PhyXTGears are very attentive and busy preparing for competition, finishing and perfecting their robot.<br /><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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1kt6FulF9o/Xl5quQdv_5I/AAAAAAAAYDM/QL4VS_ZweLw90c2nkQwFdcm6Zp6BnSuXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87563605_10163169279080652_8167630102964731904_o%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1kt6FulF9o/Xl5quQdv_5I/AAAAAAAAYDM/QL4VS_ZweLw90c2nkQwFdcm6Zp6BnSuXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/87563605_10163169279080652_8167630102964731904_o%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Are they listening to one of Mentor Mike lecture on pneumatics or electronics, or watching a recent district match?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-be7d3xfJfOE/Xl5qxZN-0UI/AAAAAAAAYDg/V7QDjbdGIZoUGBUQpWb_BZnN73GhMhaEQCEwYBhgL/s1600/87781546_10163169278875652_3586169057889484800_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-be7d3xfJfOE/Xl5qxZN-0UI/AAAAAAAAYDg/V7QDjbdGIZoUGBUQpWb_BZnN73GhMhaEQCEwYBhgL/s400/87781546_10163169278875652_3586169057889484800_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mentors from a neighboring town came to observe our newly named Horsepower. Team 447 only has six students so they are working closely with our team #1720.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJrnvM5Sk0s/Xl5quMVSbDI/AAAAAAAAYDI/NWGfm6LGn7cwensUF8yjWm9vhXnY4n6kQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/88973391_10163177433490652_8458728585262268416_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1080" height="512" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJrnvM5Sk0s/Xl5quMVSbDI/AAAAAAAAYDI/NWGfm6LGn7cwensUF8yjWm9vhXnY4n6kQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/88973391_10163177433490652_8458728585262268416_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />You may have noticed that for lack of photos (only four I took), I borrowed a good many for this post. But let me close with one of my own--the calendar I put together for the family (that hangs in the beautiful frame Stephan made) now indicates the passage into a new month!<br /><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/-9DVnvKpM_kE/Xl2NqaYYAnI/AAAAAAAAYCo/QblI6kPo3OIp9NAcwbjnFOgtTBE6Tts1QCEwYBhgL/s1600/89179170_10100924514074796_6932321461944188928_n.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVnvKpM_kE/Xl2NqaYYAnI/AAAAAAAAYCo/QblI6kPo3OIp9NAcwbjnFOgtTBE6Tts1QCEwYBhgL/s400/89179170_10100924514074796_6932321461944188928_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />We have much to look forward to in March! Stay tuned!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3l0vaCssNkg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=34826 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1f47d80f-6ae3-3c3b-41eb-7c9fddb7276a Mon, 02 Mar 2020 07:48:45 -0500 O Lord, You remember when I couldn’t wait for my March birthday. January slogged along like, well, molasses in January. But February was short! Except during Leap Year, I had to wait a whole extra day. Now, OMG, I see Leap Day as Your gift. BTW, couldn’t You add a few extra days … weeks [&#8230;] <p><strong>O Lord, You remember when I couldn’t wait for my March birthday. January slogged along like, well, molasses in January. But February was short! Except during Leap Year, I had to wait a whole extra day.</strong></p> <p><strong>Now, OMG, I see Leap Day as Your gift. BTW, couldn’t You add a few extra days … weeks … months before I turn another year older?   </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/birthday-cake-757103_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34827" width="655" height="435"/></figure></div> My New Role At Taylor University http://www.freelanceknight.com/my-new-role-at-taylor-university/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:3047d790-bc17-2426-21b9-a8ca53776370 Mon, 02 Mar 2020 07:16:20 -0500 <p>If you have been following this blog awhile, you know that I have a full time career at Taylor University, where I have served over twenty three years. My freelancing and adjunct teaching are passionate side jobs. Back in December,&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/my-new-role-at-taylor-university/">My New Role At Taylor University</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Faith When the Unthinkable Strikes http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/28/faith-when-the-unthinkable-strikes/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:126fe820-c947-fd41-bf9a-83b5784be135 Fri, 28 Feb 2020 12:04:01 -0500 <p>Rhonda Robinson tackles the tough topics of abuse, suicide, violence, and betrayal. Her new release, FreeFall: Holding Onto Faith When the Unthinkable Strikes is a work of her heart and resonates with those who have suffered significant trauma. Rhonda shared this poignant excerpt from Free Fall, published by New Hope Publishers. The house was quiet. [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/28/faith-when-the-unthinkable-strikes/">Faith When the Unthinkable Strikes</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Rhonda Robinson tackles the tough topics of abuse, suicide, violence, and betrayal. Her new release, <em>FreeFall: Holding Onto Faith When the Unthinkable Strikes </em>is a work of her heart and resonates with those who have suffered significant trauma.</p> <p>Rhonda shared this poignant excerpt from <em>Free Fall</em>, published by New Hope Publishers.</p> <p>The house was quiet. The kids were bathed, tucked in, and finally asleep. At least, that’s what Kat hoped. She tiptoed down the hall and into the kitchen. The looming stack of dinner dishes piled next to the sink looked more like a refuge than a chore. She slipped her hands into the warm suds. Thoughts came and drifted away like the bubbles riding on the dishwater below.</p> <p><em>So, this is my life. </em>The young mother thought<em>. Three kids and housework. Trapped.</em></p> <p>Just as Kat began to accept her fate, coming from behind her, she heard the sound of cold metal sliding up and down the shotgun barrel. Kat froze. With her heart pounding in her throat, she tried to swallow. A current of fear shot through her veins. The countless threats to kill her echoed throughout her body paralyzing her. She felt a warm, slow trickle down her inner thigh. As the urine began to pool on the kitchen floor around her bare feet, she heard her husband erupt with laughter.</p> <p>“Not today, Kat,” he said, as he stumbled back into the living room howling at his own cleverness.</p> <p>A few months later, Kat gathered the strength to leave her violent husband. When she went to a lawyer to file for divorce, he asked her to write down her grievances and bring them back to him. She knew it was too dangerous to write something like this where her husband could see it. Kat snuck away to a local motel room. She locked herself in the small dark room for a day and a half.</p> <p>Sitting at the desk, under a single-bulb lamp, Kat poured out the painful details of her thirteen-year marriage. Thirty-six tear-stained pages later she was emotionally drained and mentally exhausted. Looking at what she had written, the gravity of her life fell on her with a weight she could hardly bear. There it was. The ugly truth. There were no lies she could tell herself to make this any better. It was too much. She couldn’t go through with a divorce. It would be too hard. She would lose her children, and possibly her life, just like he always said she would.</p> <p>He had convinced her she was the problem and the cause of his behavior. She was his problem. Not the other way around. Without her in the way he would be fine and the kids would be happy. Once again, Kat slid into believing his distorted lies. Gazing down at the stack of paper filled with her shaky handwriting she made a decision. The only way to escape was to end her life. Pills and alcohol would numb the pain. That should do the trick. And she could quietly slip away to peaceful sleep forever. It would be over. Next step would be to leave her hideout and find someone who would give her the pills.</p> <p>As she walked toward the door, Kat caught a glimpse of a Gideon Bible sitting on the nightstand. The very sight of the Bible made all the anger she had pressed down deep, erupt in a fury. She threw that fat green book as hard as she could. It hit the wall and landed open on the bed. For an hour-long minute, Kat stared at the exposed pages from across the room. Like a bug drawn to light, she had to see what it said.</p> <p>Kat read the first line she saw.</p> <h3 style="text-align: center;"><em>“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” </em></h3> <h3 style="text-align: center;"><em>~ Philippians 4:13</em></h3> <p>“Seriously? Are you kidding me right now?” She yelled at the book.</p> <p>Kat picked the book up again and flung it even harder at the opposite end of the room. Only this time it was toward the door. That meant she had to pass it before she could walk out. Taking slow deliberate steps towards the door, and the Bible, she stopped and hovered over the book. Once again, it landed face up and pages lying flat. It felt like a personal invitation to read a message. Carefully picking up the Bible and read.</p> <h3 style="text-align: center;"><em>“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” </em></h3> <h3 style="text-align: center;"><em>~ Philippians 4:13</em></h3> <p>This time the words sunk into her tattered spirit. Kat dropped to the floor. With the Bible in her lap, she let the words penetrate her soul as she cried. With a renewed surrender to Christ came a different kind of courage. Kat chose to live and be set free.</p> <p>Although Kat had reached out to Jesus as a little girl, the life she stepped into as a young woman made the voice of God inaudible to her. He didn’t forget her. When she couldn’t reach out to him, He reached down to her and answered the question that burned in her heart. <em>Can I change my life?</em> Her reasoning mind said no. The only answer was suicide. Yet when she allowed herself to face the truth and accept the hope of scripture into her spirit, it changed the trajectory of her life in an instant.</p> <p>Click <a href="https://www.amazon.com/FreeFall-Holding-Faith-Unthinkable-Strikes/dp/1563093006/ref=sr_1_1?crid=9GOORVSYF81U&amp;keywords=free+fall+rhonda+robinson&amp;qid=1582908848&amp;sprefix=Free+Fall+by+Rhonda%2Caps%2C175&amp;sr=8-1">HERE</a> to get your copy of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/FreeFall-Holding-Faith-Unthinkable-Strikes/dp/1563093006/ref=sr_1_1?crid=9GOORVSYF81U&amp;keywords=free+fall+rhonda+robinson&amp;qid=1582908848&amp;sprefix=Free+Fall+by+Rhonda%2Caps%2C175&amp;sr=8-1">Free Fall </a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/41Ib527F5HL._SX311_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7650" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/41Ib527F5HL._SX311_BO1204203200_-188x300.jpg" alt="" width="188" height="300" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/28/faith-when-the-unthinkable-strikes/">Faith When the Unthinkable Strikes</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Saga of the Sofas http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=34612 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1b9b97ac-0b39-8690-4b80-42f35b419c85 Wed, 26 Feb 2020 07:30:24 -0500 I flop on our sofa after a busy day, thankful it’s comfy and fairly presentable. Unlike its predecessor, Old Plaid. I don’t remember Old Plaid’s original hues. After a quarter century, it could only be described as kid-colored, a motley mix of Kool-Aid tints. Rubbed with greasy popcorn, anointed with salsa, its cushions had been [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-Old-Plaid-FSabelhauses.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34614" width="452" height="328"/></figure></div> <p>I flop on our sofa after a busy day, thankful it’s comfy and fairly presentable.</p> <p>Unlike its predecessor, Old Plaid.</p> <p>I don’t remember Old Plaid’s original hues. After a quarter century, it could only be described as kid-colored, a motley mix of Kool-Aid tints. Rubbed with greasy popcorn, anointed with salsa, its cushions had been shaped into forts, castles and stair sleds, its creaky hideaway bed ravaged for M&amp;M’s.</p> <p>Call it a record of family history.</p> <p>Call it a mosaic of life.</p> <p>I called it butt-ugly. Its saggy condition reminded me of my own losing battle with gravity. I would have sawn Old Plaid in half rather than move it to our new house.</p> <p>I delayed calling The Salvation Army, afraid they would turn it down. So, I made my husband call.</p> <p>When their workers loaded Old Plaid into their truck, I wanted to kiss their feet.</p> <p>I also wanted to throw myself into their path: “Stop! Don’t you understand a mother’s and grandmother’s heart? My babies puked on that sofa for decades!”</p> <p>I had to move on. After waving a sad goodbye to Old Plaid, I forced myself to seek a new, pukeless sofa. Sensing my pain, Hubby stayed by my side. He also went sofa shopping because it involves lying down and taking naps.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920-1024x526.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34619" width="430" height="221" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920-1024x526.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920-300x154.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920-768x395.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920-624x321.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-red-sofa-in-living-room-670240_1920.jpg 1261w" sizes="(max-width: 430px) 100vw, 430px" /></figure></div> <p>We found the perfect couch. At least, I thought so.</p> <p>“Red?” Hubby stared.<em>“Red?”</em></p> <p>I gave him credit. Although his very DNA rejected it, he went along with me.&nbsp; </p> <p>Unfortunately, the poufy, red sofa also was a sleep machine. Every time I sat, I would lapse into a week-long coma.</p> <p>A neutral shade might work better, anyway. We examined a few hundred brown sofas. One’s fabric resembled a quilt made of old bomber jackets. I liked it. Hubby, in the last stages of terminal shopping, agreed. Our grandchildren couldn’t damage it; the sofa already looked like they had shaved it with driveway rocks. Plus, we would look cool. However, our children, who don’t appreciate our Old Hippie ways, would have us committed.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-Steve-Sofa_154756.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34616" width="495" height="372"/></figure></div> <p>So, we made a responsible, boring decision. I turned down the red sofa. We ignored Big Bomber and bought a different brown couch.</p> <p>This sofa of destiny belonged in our family. Solid and great for a long nap, but not fatal. It made friends with our carpet and drapes. We christened its teddy-bear-soft cushions with Sunday afternoon naps.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920-911x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-34621" width="281" height="315" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920-911x1024.jpg 911w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920-267x300.jpg 267w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920-768x863.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920-624x701.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/200226-p-sippy-cup-1391128_1920.jpg 1084w" sizes="(max-width: 281px) 100vw, 281px" /></figure></div> <p>Occasionally, I recall Old Plaid. Maybe another young family’s toddler soaked it with his Sippy Cup and made it feel at home. Or some unsuspecting in-law has spent tortured nights on its hideaway, never to straighten again in this life.</p> <p>I still miss Old Plaid.</p> <p>But not that much.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What “Old Plaid” do you miss?</p> Presents and Presentations https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/02/presents-and-presentations.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9c71f879-fc42-40d8-68ae-56f3370b0e76 Tue, 25 Feb 2020 17:01:48 -0500 <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/-y5dn0JobDzM/XlV13l7OXOI/AAAAAAAAYBw/5fn4Sd3LXBIkWLLoN2vmqNWrNWIp6FkfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87266707_10100920269535886_2134322661319245824_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5dn0JobDzM/XlV13l7OXOI/AAAAAAAAYBw/5fn4Sd3LXBIkWLLoN2vmqNWrNWIp6FkfACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/87266707_10100920269535886_2134322661319245824_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby shower decor</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Memory Monday, I chose to remember a former professor and family friend who passed away this month--<a href="http://www.whitcombministries.org/">Dr. John C. Whitcomb</a>.&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;"><img height="180" src="https://www.icr.org/i/Main%20Stage%20-%201000x563/whitcomb-1000x563-Stage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How I remember him</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week also marks the seventh anniversary of Daddy's passing. How sweet to imagine them sharing stories together in heaven.</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/-S3d47HXiAXk/XlR3KkdZjMI/AAAAAAAAYAM/HYPY_i7IVgE4mKeVsLUkNujF2ZHYjAT_gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Daddy%2Bwedding%2Breception%2Bline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="277" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3d47HXiAXk/XlR3KkdZjMI/AAAAAAAAYAM/HYPY_i7IVgE4mKeVsLUkNujF2ZHYjAT_gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Daddy%2Bwedding%2Breception%2Bline.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday was also the day Kristie received her board certification, even completing the challenging exams a week early. Congratulations! (Effects added for emphasis.)</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/-GIbUC73r894/XlQqafVMfTI/AAAAAAAAX_g/HGksosh8fZEMG0BYUUVKCRI0jiOIJE-YACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87942654_10100920272514916_2533948808203599872_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIbUC73r894/XlQqafVMfTI/AAAAAAAAX_g/HGksosh8fZEMG0BYUUVKCRI0jiOIJE-YACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/87942654_10100920272514916_2533948808203599872_o.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;">Tuesday, my new sister-in-law, Raquel, and I had a sweet visit with Mother. We also had an appointment with the same Elara Caring Hospice representative I'd met with some months earlier. Mother's decline is noticeable and this time around they had sufficient documentation to prove eligibility.</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/-uhVSfWVPF6A/XlR8q0JcMcI/AAAAAAAAYAg/lShqVZj0HCYYhZ0jUz4FpE6dUAb6HJgjgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Raquel%2B%2526%2BMother%2Bcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhVSfWVPF6A/XlR8q0JcMcI/AAAAAAAAYAg/lShqVZj0HCYYhZ0jUz4FpE6dUAb6HJgjgCEwYBhgL/s640/Raquel%2B%2526%2BMother%2Bcollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raquel showing Mother photos on her cell phone; Mother re-reading Dr. Whitcomb's obituary</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every time I visit there is some significant change. The surprise this week was that Mother is now eating in a different dining room with aids that help the residents by feeding or cuing. Mother has lost interest in food and/or her brain/swallowing muscle connection is failing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I greatly missed sharing the mealtime with her former table mates: Margaret, fellow-missionary in Argentina; Bev, long time missionary in Africa; and Vi. The last time I was there we had so much language fun--Bev teaching me phrases in Sango, Margaret saying things in Spanish. The papers that wrap napkin and cutlery are useful for little notes. "Aunt Margaret" has always amazed us with her prolific correspondence. And lately as her friend Kathryn could no longer use her voice, she'd write notes and shove them across the table.</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/-Y7NRtzWYixM/XlR3FqH7_0I/AAAAAAAAYAI/uzfk5uLm74gjKs2DfxfPHtDd1zsgn6H6QCEwYBhgL/s1600/86352560_10100914509608826_7503542478700544000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7NRtzWYixM/XlR3FqH7_0I/AAAAAAAAYAI/uzfk5uLm74gjKs2DfxfPHtDd1zsgn6H6QCEwYBhgL/s320/86352560_10100914509608826_7503542478700544000_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret's note; Bev's Sango lesson</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">January Taylor University Lighthouse mission trips gave their reports this week in Chapel and individual presentations in the evening. I was able to attend Thursday when Moriah and her team shared about their time in Central Asia.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwYcw6pPLfs/XlVnPhGH5GI/AAAAAAAAYBQ/oMtDmsyBD54JE94ZK4q2V91rtKrwOrD8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/87952752_10100920908136126_5364132935425327104_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="221" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwYcw6pPLfs/XlVnPhGH5GI/AAAAAAAAYBQ/oMtDmsyBD54JE94ZK4q2V91rtKrwOrD8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/87952752_10100920908136126_5364132935425327104_n.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;The culminating event of the week was to host a baby shower here Saturday for our second great grandchild--Kalani, Skye and Destiny's baby boy due in a couple of weeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkBEdcsdhOw/XlR8jMmjtLI/AAAAAAAAYAU/qL4oWjubPaQ-9A4sQqMUDMgciuQZoatcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Baby%2Bshower%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkBEdcsdhOw/XlR8jMmjtLI/AAAAAAAAYAU/qL4oWjubPaQ-9A4sQqMUDMgciuQZoatcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Baby%2Bshower%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little shoes, booties, and a beanie</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;For weeks now I've been having fun combining yarn scraps with interesting results. This creative outlet all began trying to knit items for the baby. This activity keeps my hands occupied late evenings when we finally sit down together to unwind and watch something before bedtime.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbqfpn6cVx4/XlVvSP_3CZI/AAAAAAAAYBc/E9p6AG_kFQ8JV7FIV0dDU92euvVEINmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/86266805_10100920960186816_1901298261486993408_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1440" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbqfpn6cVx4/XlVvSP_3CZI/AAAAAAAAYBc/E9p6AG_kFQ8JV7FIV0dDU92euvVEINmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/86266805_10100920960186816_1901298261486993408_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As competition season draws near, Michael spends more and more time at the shop. Saturdays are always very long work days.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After the baby shower and everyone had left, Moriah helped get the house back in order. I think she took pity on me knowing I still had many alone hours ahead. We went for a walk together in the woods, and later she even took me to a very popular concert at Taylor--Nostalgia Night. Thank you, Moriah!</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/-aqwxuv53HBU/XlQqapSWR7I/AAAAAAAAX_w/rXRvmLemrLcCVBaz4vKWD9Sj7MMZTsEIgCEwYBhgL/s1600/87962882_10100920269151656_2150607330469740544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqwxuv53HBU/XlQqapSWR7I/AAAAAAAAX_w/rXRvmLemrLcCVBaz4vKWD9Sj7MMZTsEIgCEwYBhgL/s400/87962882_10100920269151656_2150607330469740544_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the exciting day when all the robot parts came together and they were able to produce a video for <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&amp;v=VV7Qe2Upp88&amp;fbclid=IwAR09nufxAI6OT7T9IXE6-g0UK_se8Uc8xjHrSplYpFdjpAsOU6AT6V1tA3o&amp;app=desktop">Robot Reveal</a>. Teams all over send in 90"clips of their progress in anticipation of the competitions.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpS9u20FFUw/XlV1Mjj2leI/AAAAAAAAYBo/zoLnUoOntGYfcfiooe-jUhm4T25cZS8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/86635918_10163089752375652_2559341221793234944_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpS9u20FFUw/XlV1Mjj2leI/AAAAAAAAYBo/zoLnUoOntGYfcfiooe-jUhm4T25cZS8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/86635918_10163089752375652_2559341221793234944_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can you detect any resemblance to an animal?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon we went to another presentation. Hannah, a Ball State student and PhyXTGears alum, needed an audience to witness her talk "Antibiotic Resistance"in order to pass a class. So, her good friend Moriah, arranged for that to happen in the Euler Science building (Moriah's second home!).</div><div style="text-align: left;">We had to show Hannah the unique features of Euler--the huge rotating mirror that lights up the mosaic four floors below.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boRt5YTP24k/XlQqawKyyPI/AAAAAAAAX_0/JoSCD1GUcqMLdFCSCu8WQvbBU5FKt89VQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Hannah%2Bat%2BEuler%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boRt5YTP24k/XlQqawKyyPI/AAAAAAAAX_0/JoSCD1GUcqMLdFCSCu8WQvbBU5FKt89VQCEwYBhgL/s640/Hannah%2Bat%2BEuler%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;">And, of course, we had to take our visitor to Ivanhoes!</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/NQVsl13yfhg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Fine Art of Self-Deception http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-fine-art-of-self-deception.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:4ac1d9da-5770-d6ed-2eec-a1a299eba705 Thu, 20 Feb 2020 18:00:04 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am going off script today and basically ... just rambling. BUT I think there is a pattern of thought:<br /><br />Contemplation #1: Lately I have been pondering the facts of life and how the power of self deception is subtle yet so powerfully enslaving. I watch AFV from time to time and on one episode, a woman had a VR headset on, pointed screamed, ducked and fell down. Whatever she saw in the video headset caused her reality to shift and she no longer saw the video for what it was, but mistook it as reality and responded. How does this happen? Such depth of contemplation is beyond me to arrive at an answer I shouldn't wonder.<br /><br />Contemplation #2: There is of course, misperceptions: how I see myself, I how think you see me, and how you think you see me. Then there is of course, how God truly sees us. Misunderstandings happen, for sure, but the thinking that you have portrayed yourself one way and it was taken another can be downright befuddling to the mind and impaling to the heart. There isn't enough blogspace to speak about how a simple choice or statement I make to my spouse can become so burdensome of a problem demanding all of my concentration to explain and re-explain myself. "No, I did NOT mean it that way..."<br /><br />Contemplation #3: How do you get what you want? This opens a can of monstrous worms bearing such names as Rationalization and Justification which are invented explanations that deny our true motivations (the root) for how we get what we want. Manipulations shouldn't happen but most often they do within the self so we can have the pleasure we think we should not be denied. Now this leads us to alternative realities we create for ourselves.<br /><br />Contemplation #4: The definition of "fantasy" could be observed by watching how most anyone lives today--a generalization I know, but hear me out. When we fantasize on purpose, we imagine things impossible or improbable with "what-if" scenarios. This is a very powerful passtime God has given us to use for constructive reasoning and playing out possibilities for hoping, planning, constructing, and making art--what we can see in our mind, we can bring about. This ability can cross over into fantasizing--which I do not think I need to explain.<br /><br />Misinterpreting is not fantasizing, nor are misunderstandings; but they can lead to sinful exploring of possibilities of another person's intent (which is left in the dark places of another person where only God can judge) and then reacting on those thoughts. God commanded us to not bear false witness, to not covet, to not kill, to not commit adultery--and these acts all have roots in the motivations of the heart fantasizing about what could be real and playing God to make those wishes a reality.<br /><br />Contemplation #5: Our imagination is a powerful gift and worth protecting. Let me play that episode one more time of the lady with the VR headset. What if we could fantasize about winning the world for Christ? To me, that fantasizing is actually very close to prayer as God intended it.<br /><br />When we play by the world's rules, we are caught up in a fantasy. To contemplate whose fantasy it is seems plain and horrifying at the same time. But there is something greater--the reality of God the best we can interpret it upon its revelation to us. He remembers we are but dust! his plans have been dumbed-down for even a child to grasp and yet so profound in its understanding that it enlivens the soul. What God has for you gives you life; what the world has sucks you dry.<br /><br />When we reason as the world wants us to according to the rules of marketing and buy-in, we take one step away from the kingdom of God and its gates into the darkness where Satan lives. True, the gates of hell will not prevail against the Church being built on the rock of Jesus' name! But where the church prevails, light takes over, and the darkness cannot wrestle it down. That is why Paul gives us powerful clues when he tells us to "think on these things" list in Philippians 4. That book speaks so much about fantasy and reality and how to have our minds shaped by God!<br /><br />When we rationalize, we short-circuit what God is wanting to see done in our hearts and minds. The solution. The Bible calls it REPENTANCE. That comes from the awareness of our self-deception (through the preaching of the Word and the building of our faith by the light of the Gospel of God and illumination of the Holy Ghost). Only when we become aware can we begin the work of inner healing.<br /><br />Do you want to wave goodbye to fantasy and say hello to God's reality? Wave off the illusions of the delusions of your controlling your life, your Christianity, your providing yourself your own grace to to fake it to make it. Things probably are not as they seem. There is a road ahead in Christ. ANd it is probably NOT as you imagine it.<br /><br />Future contemplations:<br />#6 GRACE TAKES ROOT = AWARENESS<br />#7 The enemy's power is in the lie = EXPOSING and UPROOTING THE LIES we have told ourselves and willing believed.<br />#8 FANNING AWAY THE FOG while ANSWERING THE, "WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?" QUESTION<br /><div>#9 Jesus asks every question we need to answer. For example, he asked the blind man, "What is it you would have me do for you?" Or the caught and thrusted woman at Jesus' feet, he asks, "Where are your accusers?" Or to the disciples, "Who do YOU say that I am?"&nbsp;</div><div>#10 Paul picks up this Q&amp;A when he asks things like, "What? Do you not know..." The question acts like a plow for the seed of the answer to fall into.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks be to God for his indescribable gifts!</div></div> Love Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/02/love-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d098e57a-d957-1e0c-f02a-65264e465bb1 Mon, 17 Feb 2020 17:33:10 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNK-X5hF41g/XkrAZK0HMeI/AAAAAAAAX9c/F8Yom29JNk0q0QMLpzufkspaN7YSrjoigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/86970368_10100916286966986_8897853639402455040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="611" data-original-width="458" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNK-X5hF41g/XkrAZK0HMeI/AAAAAAAAX9c/F8Yom29JNk0q0QMLpzufkspaN7YSrjoigCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/86970368_10100916286966986_8897853639402455040_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. &amp; Mrs. Cardinal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Memory Monday, a timely and appropriate old photo--<a href="https://www.nswcares.com/obituaries/Nicholas--James-Roseberry?obId=10884339">Nick Roseberry</a> and our son Sam. They were best friends. Nick passed away January 31st. At the viewing Monday, among the many photos, this was the only one of them together. Sam says they did not like to have pictures taken and would usually hide behind their skateboards.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGX3EUke6vI/XkrAYfDkrjI/AAAAAAAAX9s/pc0sW_HdKccVKSFekVGqSt2DF3HiCsJMwCEwYBhgL/s1600/86766284_10100916302730396_9012596452379066368_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="746" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGX3EUke6vI/XkrAYfDkrjI/AAAAAAAAX9s/pc0sW_HdKccVKSFekVGqSt2DF3HiCsJMwCEwYBhgL/s320/86766284_10100916302730396_9012596452379066368_o.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam says that he asked him to be his best man, but Nick&nbsp;was too shy to stand up with him. His brother Nils took his place. Here they are twenty plus years later, mourning a deep loss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0VA7SZLWk/XkrAWGGfMSI/AAAAAAAAX9s/VumIZnuuHAoBZGzUzqFMb6ic7gjCcrUyQCEwYBhgL/s1600/84092605_10100913536049846_1543864778101882880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="961" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0VA7SZLWk/XkrAWGGfMSI/AAAAAAAAX9s/VumIZnuuHAoBZGzUzqFMb6ic7gjCcrUyQCEwYBhgL/s320/84092605_10100913536049846_1543864778101882880_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam and Nils</td></tr></tbody></table>Sam spent a lot of time with the family during the difficult days of letting Nick go and crafted a very special skateboard in his memory.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VszSgnR8ClY/XkrAWE5ypzI/AAAAAAAAX9w/okz2RAe76rYze3__vyB9io6PY17NyVraACEwYBhgL/s1600/84174734_10100913536134676_3040840775463075840_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VszSgnR8ClY/XkrAWE5ypzI/AAAAAAAAX9w/okz2RAe76rYze3__vyB9io6PY17NyVraACEwYBhgL/s320/84174734_10100913536134676_3040840775463075840_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Wednesday, Michael surprised me with an early Valentine's gift--a dozen roses! And we joke, "It pays to stay married for 50 years!"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl6FyNXwUj8/XkrAWHpsjBI/AAAAAAAAX9o/k0r_qebXs40TDYs6LYPxLqPTIy3En2_pwCEwYBhgL/s1600/86352342_10100914508770506_667269834253271040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl6FyNXwUj8/XkrAWHpsjBI/AAAAAAAAX9o/k0r_qebXs40TDYs6LYPxLqPTIy3En2_pwCEwYBhgL/s320/86352342_10100914508770506_667269834253271040_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />That evening, Rebecca and I stopped at Leah's after Basics Jr. and got to see the crib ready and waiting for baby Kalani, due a month from now.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y72XxUQI8x8/XkrAW7f72bI/AAAAAAAAX98/B1A-HeRfp-EiWNNnvJovT-gBhGIUxftVACEwYBhgL/s1600/86616218_10100914509583876_2231832394762027008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="804" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y72XxUQI8x8/XkrAW7f72bI/AAAAAAAAX98/B1A-HeRfp-EiWNNnvJovT-gBhGIUxftVACEwYBhgL/s400/86616218_10100914509583876_2231832394762027008_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Valentine's Day we awoke to the beauty of fresh snow . . . and the need to plow.</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/-7dc719ftraM/XkrCyjVJS-I/AAAAAAAAX-Y/2tpW-1cyjfQm0qd-SCI2TLoyEVgkfD2bQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Snowy%2BValentine%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dc719ftraM/XkrCyjVJS-I/AAAAAAAAX-Y/2tpW-1cyjfQm0qd-SCI2TLoyEVgkfD2bQCEwYBhgL/s640/Snowy%2BValentine%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, three grandsons came to spend a couple days with us while Sam and Kristie had a work and study related Valentine's getaway. Sam had found a great deal on windows for their house remodeling project in Ohio and&nbsp;Kristie needed to study on the trip for her certification exam coming up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The boys and I went to the Eastbrook High School basketball game to watch Rebecca in her first cheer leading performance at half time.</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/-DvAhAWhjSos/XksUH8tJG9I/AAAAAAAAX-8/HZWx9R3ODGkkOPfLadQAeBeXKv_ZUHiigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/86810220_10100916615174256_1731899846480101376_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1247" height="297" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvAhAWhjSos/XksUH8tJG9I/AAAAAAAAX-8/HZWx9R3ODGkkOPfLadQAeBeXKv_ZUHiigCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/86810220_10100916615174256_1731899846480101376_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU9hVkBaRCc/XkrAXkVkOAI/AAAAAAAAX9o/snDXzdF947s7Ze5ZU_NwfzYN1QlE36ZZwCEwYBhgL/s1600/86720500_10100916286852216_3401080916896907264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="947" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU9hVkBaRCc/XkrAXkVkOAI/AAAAAAAAX9o/snDXzdF947s7Ze5ZU_NwfzYN1QlE36ZZwCEwYBhgL/s320/86720500_10100916286852216_3401080916896907264_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cousins</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday we took Elijah to his soccer game in Muncie, and then to robotics on the way back.</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/-rSXByAAMPic/XkrAXJt_lJI/AAAAAAAAX9o/7ok9kBmcF3QKeHWmhNIus6kWj4oq0QTdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/86700219_10100916285998926_4846291412901167104_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="911" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSXByAAMPic/XkrAXJt_lJI/AAAAAAAAX9o/7ok9kBmcF3QKeHWmhNIus6kWj4oq0QTdgCEwYBhgL/s400/86700219_10100916285998926_4846291412901167104_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the shop we not only ate lunch with the team, we also got to observe the many different activities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One kind mentor gave the young boys a lesson on leverage as they tried out the new structure on the playing field.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SktOwa9RH9Y/XkrCyplj7_I/AAAAAAAAX-Q/7xGfJjrr9xwlhiifjEWVESiPm95Zk6KUwCEwYBhgL/s1600/leverage%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="1600" height="362" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SktOwa9RH9Y/XkrCyplj7_I/AAAAAAAAX-Q/7xGfJjrr9xwlhiifjEWVESiPm95Zk6KUwCEwYBhgL/s640/leverage%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow, our resident engineering student found time to help out like old times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBVhSsjYiFc/XkrFEq3mBaI/AAAAAAAAX-g/QaGXjHgKcA0FDR5SX86gX02ork0JbxDPwCEwYBhgL/s1600/86738674_10100916285210506_7122851880551579648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="924" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBVhSsjYiFc/XkrFEq3mBaI/AAAAAAAAX-g/QaGXjHgKcA0FDR5SX86gX02ork0JbxDPwCEwYBhgL/s400/86738674_10100916285210506_7122851880551579648_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moriah and her brother Caleb working, Elijah watching</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were also very privileged to be there for the presentation of the State House of Representatives Resolution honoring the team.&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/-GFRLDo-eJOU/XkrAZvJ0_lI/AAAAAAAAX94/-zsWg1CrxmkrUcXpVlVmeYBBJpziAHALgCEwYBhgL/s1600/State%2BHouse%2BResolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="509" height="387" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFRLDo-eJOU/XkrAZvJ0_lI/AAAAAAAAX94/-zsWg1CrxmkrUcXpVlVmeYBBJpziAHALgCEwYBhgL/s400/State%2BHouse%2BResolution.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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back at home, the younguns enjoyed playing with grandpa's Segway, taking turns riding it or running alongside.</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/-94hvQtWyQ_0/XkrCyqEWRVI/AAAAAAAAX-U/S0gmnSTfz8UcmTq_KV1S2oC3EYpb-0kuQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Segway%2Blesson%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1600" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94hvQtWyQ_0/XkrCyqEWRVI/AAAAAAAAX-U/S0gmnSTfz8UcmTq_KV1S2oC3EYpb-0kuQCEwYBhgL/s640/Segway%2Blesson%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;">That night, as we waited for members of our household involved in robotics, we watched them via the YouTube Live view cast on our TV screen. Michael's white head and Moriah's reddish hair were easy to spot.</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/-erL6agfbKwk/XkrFEilGZXI/AAAAAAAAX-k/HTEY1NkBVyYJPdaA0aziZsts6qjVyU-CQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Live%2Bcast%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erL6agfbKwk/XkrFEilGZXI/AAAAAAAAX-k/HTEY1NkBVyYJPdaA0aziZsts6qjVyU-CQCEwYBhgL/s640/Live%2Bcast%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;">Both mornings Zion chose to prepare his own breakfast eggs. Apparently he enjoys cooking. Perhaps he should apprentice with Uncle Stephan.</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/-bbYYFgrO2mI/XkrAYmUJCBI/AAAAAAAAX9w/WNAnpd_gsKoZIJC93yHOjZzVp-C4XgyoACEwYBhgL/s1600/86842047_10100916286822276_8527382778495369216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbYYFgrO2mI/XkrAYmUJCBI/AAAAAAAAX9w/WNAnpd_gsKoZIJC93yHOjZzVp-C4XgyoACEwYBhgL/s320/86842047_10100916286822276_8527382778495369216_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam and Kristie arrived back Sunday afternoon, and we said goodbye to the boys after three fun-filled days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlyjo3jfF44/XkrFgpka33I/AAAAAAAAX-w/sb0vsG1qLsUrt3wRJ-X5AJEWekwKpv4tACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/86809053_10100916284177576_7695108396743131136_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="453" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlyjo3jfF44/XkrFgpka33I/AAAAAAAAX-w/sb0vsG1qLsUrt3wRJ-X5AJEWekwKpv4tACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/86809053_10100916284177576_7695108396743131136_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now we are recovering! That's our privilege as grandparents--enjoy them for a while, then send them back home.</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/IXYvZg9laLk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Fresh Ways With Valentines Day http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/13/fresh-ways-with-valentines-day/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c7fc53d4-33eb-084d-9db6-6000c44c3042 Thu, 13 Feb 2020 09:31:55 -0500 <p>More than a feeling, love is an action. On Valentine&#8217;s Day, what are fresh ways to demonstrate appreciation and affection for others? First, fill your own emotional tank so you can give from a place of abundance. Watch an emotionally impactful film series, The Chosen. Grow spiritually with short videos from The Bible Project. Read a book that [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/13/fresh-ways-with-valentines-day/">Fresh Ways With Valentines Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>More than a feeling, love is an action. On Valentine&#8217;s Day, what are fresh ways to demonstrate appreciation and affection for others?</p> <p>First, fill your own emotional tank so you can give from a place of abundance.</p> <ul> <li>Watch an emotionally impactful film series, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/InsideTheChosen/">The Chosen</a>.</li> <li>Grow spiritually with short videos from <a href="https://thebibleproject.com/">The Bible Project</a>.</li> <li>Read a book that touches your heart like <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Romance-Desire-Amazing-Books/dp/1400202787/ref=sr_1_6?keywords=Sacred+Romance&amp;qid=1581382438&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-6" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Sacred Romance</a>.</li> <li>Enjoy an island vacation in <em><u><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1580580005&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Chasing Sunrise</a> (only $1.99  Ends 2/16/20).</u></em></li> </ul> <p>With your kids, listen to the dramatized story of Saint Valentine in the <a href="https://www.oaclub.org/">Adventures in Odyssey</a> episode, <em><a href="https://www.whitsend.org/en/albums/44-eugene-returns/562-the-last-i-do.aspx">The Last I Do</a>.</em></p> <h3>To Love Others</h3> <ul> <li>Give generous tips</li> <li>Say, &#8216;please&#8217;</li> <li>Say, &#8216;thank you&#8217;</li> <li>Open the door for someone</li> <li>Remove &#8216;You never&#8217; and &#8216;You always&#8217; from your vocabulary</li> <li>Avoid criticizing, complaining, condemning</li> <li>Drop excuses</li> <li>Listen to understand</li> <li>Forgive</li> <li>Extend grace</li> <li>Write a thank you note</li> <li>Send someone a bit of paradise with the book, <em><u><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1580580005&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Chasing Sunrise</a>. (Take advantage of the $1.99 special price until 2/16/20).</u></em></li> </ul> <p>To Valentine well on Valentines Day and everyday, learn the history of Saint Valentine and his strength of integrity to stand for what is right. Love and commitment is a sacrifice worth making and celebrating. Valentine&#8217;s Day is opportune for remembering the people in your life that you love and that love you.</p> <p>Click <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">HERE </a>to listen to my podcast with <a href="https://clsimmons.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Cynthia Simmons</a> for a treasure trove of fresh Valentine ideas, beginning with filling your own heart.</p> <p><strong>What are your tips for living well? <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/contact/">I’d like to hear from you.</a></strong></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Click HERE </a>to receive my <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">FREE guide to simple, easy, and effective family devotions</a>.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/02/13/fresh-ways-with-valentines-day/">Fresh Ways With Valentines Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> 47 - 25 - 13 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/02/47-25-13.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:564ccdeb-64cc-87aa-18ce-4abc5806da18 Tue, 11 Feb 2020 09:45:49 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kitchen nook where we kept Save the Date and Lighthouse-trip prayer cards, has traded the latter for Moriah's spring semester class schedule. Time moves on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdg8HbIkbN0/XkGN9p4Ym8I/AAAAAAAAX7A/ERuPsL6QbWoRO3Ftn6IiT3ZNZP-OViYGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/84832931_10100911787464026_3782019240169570304_n.jpg" width="240" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Birthdays remind us of the unrelenting passing of time. Tuesday was Leah's 47th. However, the big event of the day was a follow-up doctor appointment. Though not the preferred way, I did get one wish for this year--to spend time individually with each family member on their special day. I am very glad to be able to accompany daughter-friend on each step of this journey to better health. She even declared me her new "health care provider." Ha! We are grateful that her blood pressure is now in a normal range.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbXyru11Etk/XkGNElHbliI/AAAAAAAAX6Q/KPvzkoStGO8TuP_fM4E6ogjfOsJPmabfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84986340_10100912203415456_8745164201955164160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbXyru11Etk/XkGNElHbliI/AAAAAAAAX6Q/KPvzkoStGO8TuP_fM4E6ogjfOsJPmabfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/84986340_10100912203415456_8745164201955164160_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A favorite photo some years ago</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael and I were privileged to attend a celebration in Warsaw on Wednesday. I was especially glad that he could go with me to the Kosciusko County Chamber of Commerce ribbon-cutting ceremony for Global Auto, a long overdue recognition of my youngest brother's business.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t91oYR2d2as/XkGNSlqVbmI/AAAAAAAAX68/c0rcsukaPYoaGIk7Wxza7zr5mq6h-ImBACEwYBhgL/s1600/85135308_10100911787513926_7981781129990504448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t91oYR2d2as/XkGNSlqVbmI/AAAAAAAAX68/c0rcsukaPYoaGIk7Wxza7zr5mq6h-ImBACEwYBhgL/s320/85135308_10100911787513926_7981781129990504448_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chamber president (left) introducing Alan</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/-ErUP2M23zc0/XkGr30ktS3I/AAAAAAAAX7g/rR5d0uF3n_0Q4TU6H1EwhGehFGxbspaVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Ribbon%2Bcutting%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErUP2M23zc0/XkGr30ktS3I/AAAAAAAAX7g/rR5d0uF3n_0Q4TU6H1EwhGehFGxbspaVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Ribbon%2Bcutting%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Chamber and staff members witness the ceremony</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Warsaw Times Union reporter was there beforehand to interview the owner, my brother, whose full name is Norman Alan Hoyt.</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/-qqP4_bmFHTA/XkGNEpHptLI/AAAAAAAAX6s/QNRw-V7Kr-0hopbWUEEaBrcpLRBqdGzoACEwYBhgL/s1600/84332748_10100912203215856_4871717168321921024_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqP4_bmFHTA/XkGNEpHptLI/AAAAAAAAX6s/QNRw-V7Kr-0hopbWUEEaBrcpLRBqdGzoACEwYBhgL/s320/84332748_10100912203215856_4871717168321921024_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The article that came out the next day tells the backstory and also served to advertise the big event--<a href="https://timesuniononline.com/Content/Top-Stories-Click-for-more-top-stories/Top-Stories/Article/-span-style-font-weight-bold-Global-Auto-span-Celebrating-Anniversary-With-Car-Giveaway/82/353/124700?s=1&amp;fbclid=IwAR0smbpa0yJYZhMWiGVmag-xP1wlGPj9eGqrUmuMVtBN1S6qrFrBk7mzIF8">Global Auto Celebrating Anniversary With Car Giveaway</a>&nbsp;planned for the weekend. Read toward the end to learn what the number 13 refers to in the title of this post.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Another article,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.newsnowwarsaw.com/global-auto-in-warsaw-celebrates-25th-anniversary/?fbclid=IwAR0NQMRTT8zBh-lRYL70Zox5Po4MXS2LUVOWXg99Fbh31dbVto-vbgtapQw">Global Auto in Warsaw celebrates 25th anniversar</a>y, included a photo of a second ceremony that took place upstairs in the auto mechanics training area.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d04E9wtM--o/XkG4wDJxGlI/AAAAAAAAX7s/HS5U9TWdHAIYUFCvsckB8k2jZKS2LbMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84602194_657369161670948_5876913066624417792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d04E9wtM--o/XkG4wDJxGlI/AAAAAAAAX7s/HS5U9TWdHAIYUFCvsckB8k2jZKS2LbMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/84602194_657369161670948_5876913066624417792_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bankers presented Alan with $2,000 to purchase two NAPA tool kits for interns</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before heading home, Michael and I visited Mother in nearby Grace Village Health Care, Winona Lake. The residents were gathering for Wednesday afternoon Bingo. I sat with the ladies through one game, then we headed home trying to avoid the coming snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHW6env7DXk/XkGOpuceCqI/AAAAAAAAX7M/9rshZdckgiAi59hFDwDmhb7j6p_ojRgNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84687024_10157104491427934_6986042934357393408_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHW6env7DXk/XkGOpuceCqI/AAAAAAAAX7M/9rshZdckgiAi59hFDwDmhb7j6p_ojRgNACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/84687024_10157104491427934_6986042934357393408_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret (left) was especially surprised to see us</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 was a "newsworthy" day at robotics. A radio reporter and freelance writer interviewed students, mentors, and the team president. I put in a couple hours of cleaning tile floors to make a good impression on these special guests. I doubt they even noticed as the place was buzzing with activity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAxMZ_o-nx8/XkGNFnq6qCI/AAAAAAAAX6Y/K2fU8dt5H9AamgKT2JOBY-h_zAjj9iIhACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Busy%2Bbotics%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1054" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAxMZ_o-nx8/XkGNFnq6qCI/AAAAAAAAX6Y/K2fU8dt5H9AamgKT2JOBY-h_zAjj9iIhACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Busy%2Bbotics%2BCollage.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br />So Saturday was the big celebration day for <a href="https://www.globalautoinc.com/">Global Auto</a>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gEMF1ndNwU/XkKxTNAoJZI/AAAAAAAAX8A/WgYKxVxnYVcX2XhdZMc8YF5-8QX8ibf4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84060718_10156827351507093_3301094842750205952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="552" height="380" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gEMF1ndNwU/XkKxTNAoJZI/AAAAAAAAX8A/WgYKxVxnYVcX2XhdZMc8YF5-8QX8ibf4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/84060718_10156827351507093_3301094842750205952_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having food and a car giveaway really brings out the crowds!</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/-PIxGySfKEBA/XkK0kkOAf4I/AAAAAAAAX8M/IfoblzaMX_YabnE6-KjFLGn0NrVc6r3rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/25%2Byear%2B%2BGA%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="1600" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIxGySfKEBA/XkK0kkOAf4I/AAAAAAAAX8M/IfoblzaMX_YabnE6-KjFLGn0NrVc6r3rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/25%2Byear%2B%2BGA%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next to the garage, on the second level, is Resolve Realty, my brother's real estate business, and the automotive technology training center.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqk5aqT3tOc/XkK1sxL_gkI/AAAAAAAAX8U/0h6VEUWfK7UJwyEXDUFikkVhg0AZ4XApACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Upstairs%2BGA%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="1600" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqk5aqT3tOc/XkK1sxL_gkI/AAAAAAAAX8U/0h6VEUWfK7UJwyEXDUFikkVhg0AZ4XApACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Upstairs%2BGA%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raquel and Alan's corner desks in the real estate office; 7 bays for the cars students work on</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's family joined the festivities and dropped off a car for the students to work on--Skye's Sebring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBTc_54Djso/XkGNEtohTxI/AAAAAAAAX64/UEDB9JLN88wtqwoJWeE-U-tTsE3vAE5GwCEwYBhgL/s1600/85047025_10100912203390506_3542321285793054720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="761" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBTc_54Djso/XkGNEtohTxI/AAAAAAAAX64/UEDB9JLN88wtqwoJWeE-U-tTsE3vAE5GwCEwYBhgL/s400/85047025_10100912203390506_3542321285793054720_n.jpg" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skye and Jimmy preparing to tow the Sebring</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;I left the party before it was over so I could have lunch with Mother and the ladies at her table. I always enjoy entertaining them a bit. This time we had language fun. Margaret was saying things in Spanish and Bev taught me some phrases in Sango, and we laughed a lot.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Jplfz48wpo/XkGOylzAHHI/AAAAAAAAX7Q/fA3oQZAoNm0sl3rDev8RpfSVl6-IGCoBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/85177441_10100911786386186_6693430858340106240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1003" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Jplfz48wpo/XkGOylzAHHI/AAAAAAAAX7Q/fA3oQZAoNm0sl3rDev8RpfSVl6-IGCoBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/85177441_10100911786386186_6693430858340106240_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />The week ended with a Central Asian treat. Moriah brought a honey cake she made with a couple J-term trip friends. Yummy!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhtWYJEYbbE/XkGNSm4MLUI/AAAAAAAAX6k/WRgX1WoCdAwDdFIN3qYh4UyGu0PDv9qiQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/85182834_10100911786356246_5540676423666106368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhtWYJEYbbE/XkGNSm4MLUI/AAAAAAAAX6k/WRgX1WoCdAwDdFIN3qYh4UyGu0PDv9qiQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/85182834_10100911786356246_5540676423666106368_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gbsD8P_6nI0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Of Names and Mysteries https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/of-names-and-mysteries/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:0d46c043-81f9-7a75-039d-14129d0bb498 Sat, 08 Feb 2020 16:31:13 -0500 Delbert. Who was he? I didn&#8217;t know much about him or the other people whose names graced the pages of the books that weigh more than my cat. She, ahem, is not particularly slim. As a title-abstractor-in-training, I am growing accustomed to all that it is involved in tracing a piece of property&#8217;s history. The&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/of-names-and-mysteries/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Of Names and&#160;Mysteries</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1468" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/of-names-and-mysteries/ledger-1428230_640/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg" data-orig-size="640,232" 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="ledger-1428230_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1468" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg?w=1086" alt="ledger-1428230_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ledger-1428230_640-e1581197260252.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>Delbert.</p> <p>Who was he?</p> <p>I didn&#8217;t know much about him or the other people whose names graced the pages of the books that weigh more than my cat. She, ahem, is not particularly slim. As a title-abstractor-in-training, I am growing accustomed to all that it is involved in tracing a piece of property&#8217;s history. The house doesn&#8217;t matter. It is all about the land.</p> <p>And, for me, the people who once owned it.</p> <p>I wander courthouses and research the history, deeds, and other documents associated with a particular parcel of land. In essence, I am an amateur detective without having to sneak around the suspect&#8217;s house. Since I tend to giggle at inopportune times, I don&#8217;t think I would succeed as the detective.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1469" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/of-names-and-mysteries/detective-152085_640/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png" data-orig-size="640,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="detective-152085_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=640" class=" wp-image-1469 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=328&#038;h=328" alt="detective-152085_640" width="328" height="328" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=328&amp;h=328 328w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png?w=300&amp;h=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/detective-152085_640.png 640w" sizes="(max-width: 328px) 100vw, 328px" />Title Abstracting allows all of the thrill and none of the might-face-off-with-a-killer-armed-only-with-a-toothbrush. I am fascinated by the random stories pieced together from the mere legal documents surrounding real estate. Why did a couple divide their property after thirty years of marriage and still remain one another&#8217;s heirs? How did a random couple end up on a deed they had no claim to? Why did the divorce degree have to include a clause about the wife leaving the house clean?</p> <p>I suspect the divorce was not amicable.</p> <p>My trainer encourages me to keep my mind on the task and admits they, too, sometimes find themselves falling down the rabbit trails of the whys and wherefores of these lives that I investigate without ever knowing.</p> <p>Through it all, I collect names. The unique ones. As a writer, I love names. Ora Lee, Flossie, and Florence. Arno and Hattie.</p> <p>Although I didn&#8217;t find the latter two in the courthouse tomes. I found them in the pages of a book my friend wrote. She was inspired by the letters her grandparents wrote during World War I. Letters found in an old tin. If I was writing this book, I couldn&#8217;t have come up with a more perfect idea for the discovery.</p> <p>She confessed that she had to let go of the real Arno and Hattie in order to create a novel and fill in the gaps left by the correspondence, but the magic of reading a story about people who were almost real remains. <img data-attachment-id="1465" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/of-names-and-mysteries/cover-reveal/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/cover-reveal.jpg" data-orig-size="1800,2700" 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="Cover reveal" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/cover-reveal.jpg?w=200" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/cover-reveal.jpg?w=683" class=" wp-image-1465 alignright" style="margin:16px 0 16px 16px;outline:#777777 solid 1px;height:438px;text-align:left;color:#2c3338;text-transform:none;text-indent:0;letter-spacing:normal;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none;word-spacing:0;white-space:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;float:right;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/cover-reveal.jpg?w=292&#038;h=533" alt="Cover reveal" width="292" height="533" /></p> <p>I seriously wish the courthouse kept old letters so I could fill in the gaps left as a title abstractor.</p> <p>Then again, I really wouldn&#8217;t get any work done.</p> <p>Or maybe I would be inspired to write a book like <em>Three Little Things</em> by Patti Stockdale.</p> <p>And I might just call my hero Delbert.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Close Reading — It’s Good for You https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/02/07/close-reading-its-good-for-you/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:5b4f2502-6bcc-62a9-09cc-90a80ad5b134 Fri, 07 Feb 2020 22:58:22 -0500 Back in June of 2015, I wrote a post about how excited I was to teach a class in our Professional Writing major called The Writer&#8217;s Craft. As it turns out, I&#8217;m teaching the same class again this spring semester, five years later. I have enjoyed recasting this class with some new writing to explore, [&#8230;] 50 years https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/02/50-years.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5f95e2d7-1cb6-f36a-92fd-bbea00bab1ec Tue, 04 Feb 2020 17:21:27 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">This is the week of the actual wedding anniversary--January 31, 1970. The celebration has continued all month, it seems. But, hey, a Golden Anniversary is worth it!</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjzl5217DM/XjmEUvrUdjI/AAAAAAAAX3c/LYudD8CsmRcWsVF91XDjB-Vrwn7sWA5hwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83904319_10100908332058686_3311124166911983616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="925" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjzl5217DM/XjmEUvrUdjI/AAAAAAAAX3c/LYudD8CsmRcWsVF91XDjB-Vrwn7sWA5hwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/83904319_10100908332058686_3311124166911983616_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few of the cards that have come in</td></tr></tbody></table>First let me tell you, because many have asked, that my eye condition is improved, thanks to antibiotic drops and warm-egg wet-cloth compresses.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Memory Monday</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have inherited a large box of Dad's sermon notes, decades-worth. For this week's theme I set aside one, a folded half-sheet titled <i>Bodas de Oro </i>(Golden Wedding). He was asked to speak at don Humberto and wife's celebration. I don't remember or recognize who they were. My brother Lynn would probably know and have stories to add, if only he could whisper them to me from heaven.</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/-ajiJSnbfFN8/XjmEYu--NLI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/Wfc51mcwoLYX3_xbLlYZNBfC9WlKkZH-wCEwYBhgL/s1600/Bodas%2Bde%2Boro%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1600" height="198" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajiJSnbfFN8/XjmEYu--NLI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/Wfc51mcwoLYX3_xbLlYZNBfC9WlKkZH-wCEwYBhgL/s400/Bodas%2Bde%2Boro%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dad considered it a privilege to honor them as they celebrated God's hand upon their lives. His main&nbsp; points were:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ol><li>God's hand in bringing them together.</li><li>God's protection</li><li>God's salvation</li><li>God's mercy</li></ol><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The same outline and Bible quotes could apply to our story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Monday note: Stephan made <i>sopapillas </i>for our dinner which reminded us of a popular restaurant years ago in Muncie--One Accord. How many locals remember it, and the flags at each table that went up to signal "We need more sopapillas!"&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbpfwTMzntk/XjmEZiFDMII/AAAAAAAAX4E/OBkbwIv8TrE1-tjWkGv0tsnOOX9jnjI6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Sopapillas%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="799" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbpfwTMzntk/XjmEZiFDMII/AAAAAAAAX4E/OBkbwIv8TrE1-tjWkGv0tsnOOX9jnjI6ACEwYBhgL/s640/Sopapillas%2BCollage.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />Tuesday was an interestingly loooong day. I took Leah to her long-<strike>awaited</strike>&nbsp;dreaded doctor appointment. From there she was sent to Med Express where they confirmed malignant hypertension and sent her to the ER. She may be smiling in the photo, but the four tell-tale lines on the monitor spoke of the turmoil going on inside. After a complete cardiac workup and repeated attempts to bring down her blood pressure, she was admitted for a 23-hour observation period.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlh7eLtaY7s/XjmEUrnRs-I/AAAAAAAAX3g/SKTEErLENZ4FgSmq_3ZHKt0pAfBqlc8UwCEwYBhgL/s1600/83881622_10100908333146506_3600666359219879936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="667" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlh7eLtaY7s/XjmEUrnRs-I/AAAAAAAAX3g/SKTEErLENZ4FgSmq_3ZHKt0pAfBqlc8UwCEwYBhgL/s400/83881622_10100908333146506_3600666359219879936_n.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The next day, my younger brother Ivan was passing through after business in the area, so we met at the hospital. We had a nice visit in Leah's room, Mike and Kayla there also.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTDRtFptEDc/XjmEVwcUhYI/AAAAAAAAX3s/2leTlk4TSgkH8WG0-90_KBFbPigEjX55wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84103782_10100908333061676_1903968532849229824_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="648" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTDRtFptEDc/XjmEVwcUhYI/AAAAAAAAX3s/2leTlk4TSgkH8WG0-90_KBFbPigEjX55wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/84103782_10100908333061676_1903968532849229824_n.jpg" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What, did you think I was his <i>little </i>sister?</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The two positives of ending up in the hospital:<br /><br /><ul><li>the efficiency of having many tests in one place, at one time.</li><li>Dr. S's energetic,entertaining, educational (he had a student present) and thorough analysis of Leah's situation.</li></ul><div>One of the hardest aspects of a hospital stay is the <i>waiting. </i>Everything takes f o r e v e r.&nbsp;</div><div>One rough moment was the attempt to draw blood that ended up blowing a vein.&nbsp;</div><div>We finally made it home by evening. Leah has a full schedule just monitoring her blood pressure, taking meds, keeping calm, and scheduling the many next steps in the process of&nbsp; determining the underlying cause.</div><div><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DdDeIlQwtnk/XjmEWeJK8XI/AAAAAAAAX3w/Cvt9qiga-Z0SyiMT6QqMPh-VywH9V21dQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84147082_10100908333101596_6433826014014472192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="960" height="333" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DdDeIlQwtnk/XjmEWeJK8XI/AAAAAAAAX3w/Cvt9qiga-Z0SyiMT6QqMPh-VywH9V21dQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/84147082_10100908333101596_6433826014014472192_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I can't wait to get home!"</td></tr></tbody></table>That night very late (or was it the next day?) Moriah's team arrived back from their J-term experience abroad. Because it was so late and after so many hours of travel, she crashed here before going home the next day.<br />She brought back a couple souvenirs: a coaster for Mike, and a sweet little turtle for my collection.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxOLbdJ6wg/XjmEW66TmvI/AAAAAAAAX30/4Ui4WLnMfd81qoMlGUgFEHAzCZf2usFVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84393533_10100908331514776_753737820958359552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="960" height="143" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxOLbdJ6wg/XjmEW66TmvI/AAAAAAAAX30/4Ui4WLnMfd81qoMlGUgFEHAzCZf2usFVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/84393533_10100908331514776_753737820958359552_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Friday, our 50th wedding anniversary was finally here! However, I was feeling puny all day. We had no special plans, just a quiet day together. Michael, however, went out of his way to make <i>flan </i>desserts. That was very special.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M61qaMj93GE/XjmEUqpNiwI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/oMdZ15HWUaQDYSqq7I6pUOpLEZ6l2gQ7gCEwYBhgL/s1600/83877246_10100908331759286_2484785661891051520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M61qaMj93GE/XjmEUqpNiwI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/oMdZ15HWUaQDYSqq7I6pUOpLEZ6l2gQ7gCEwYBhgL/s320/83877246_10100908331759286_2484785661891051520_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our family celebration a month ago lingers sweetly in our memory. I think fondly of each member's contribution to the special event, and also the letters and many congratulatory messages from friends all over the world.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One blessing-in-disguise of these weeks of being a "robot widow" (as some call it), is more available time on my own. Saturday, with nothing else scheduled, and no plans or emergencies with Leah, I realized I was free to attend friend Dorothy's 85th birthday party. There I met several other people I knew and enjoyed an hour of delightful music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VrRGQokqiY/XjmEVd3mU9I/AAAAAAAAX4Y/7Z-vWf5XWaIDM9Vma2PZBD7HFJxSfI-MwCEwYBhgL/s1600/84023760_10100908329853106_4142617603350724608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="823" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VrRGQokqiY/XjmEVd3mU9I/AAAAAAAAX4Y/7Z-vWf5XWaIDM9Vma2PZBD7HFJxSfI-MwCEwYBhgL/s400/84023760_10100908329853106_4142617603350724608_n.jpg" width="342" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Dorothy Schultz and Alma Thiessen</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpxXS1IUqmI/XjmEZbuqWKI/AAAAAAAAX4U/ud6FaJKFZbEHbDrlzrd7F3zNwZmWNdkEACEwYBhgL/s1600/Singing%2BSiblings%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1600" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpxXS1IUqmI/XjmEZbuqWKI/AAAAAAAAX4U/ud6FaJKFZbEHbDrlzrd7F3zNwZmWNdkEACEwYBhgL/s640/Singing%2BSiblings%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Janet Friesen and Ace Holsinger</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, some family members asked to watch the Superbowl with us. Michael prepared a whole lot of food and we had a fun time. What was your Superbowl experience?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTBkgoNBi20/XjmEVMUwTdI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/MOMN2KS04d0aDGJ1qkwVL4lv8O0Ky_zIgCEwYBhgL/s1600/83980179_10100908329678456_6639805069208322048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="535" data-original-width="960" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTBkgoNBi20/XjmEVMUwTdI/AAAAAAAAX4Q/MOMN2KS04d0aDGJ1qkwVL4lv8O0Ky_zIgCEwYBhgL/s640/83980179_10100908329678456_6639805069208322048_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Meanwhile, our hearts are heavy for Sam and Kristie as they grieve the loss of a dear friend and help the family through the ordeal.<br />[<a href="https://everloved.com/life-of/nicholas-roseberry/donate/?flow=250&amp;fbclid=IwAR13NBcGiRiWyO-T71NAIZBh87icqXVWdzJUqlS7pAjApu_QtbD2OwTTzas">https://everloved.com/life-of/nicholas-roseberry/donate/?flow=250&amp;fbclid=IwAR13NBcGiRiWyO-T71NAIZBh87icqXVWdzJUqlS7pAjApu_QtbD2OwTTzas</a>]<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/bFpUk7l9G_U" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Celebrations https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/celebrations.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:38aafffb-c3b4-3a07-fbb4-c06edb1e2fb8 Thu, 30 Jan 2020 00:52:32 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I'm writing this from my daughter's hospital room, which explains why this post is late. But that story belongs in the next blog post. Suffice it to say, she should be discharged soon.<br /><br />About the week being chronicled here. . . one of the surprise lilies closed up, another beauty opened.<br />One of my eyes was increasingly irritated, nearly closed, and caused me some distress. I realized how grateful I am for the blessing of eyesight.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl-22ULkCC0/Xi8UoJ1PdPI/AAAAAAAAX2o/ADys6ZAk6PQGcUkFSDL52_d1eA2w6vRZQCEwYBhgL/s1600/82983436_10100902276953166_6038559052777127936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="581" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl-22ULkCC0/Xi8UoJ1PdPI/AAAAAAAAX2o/ADys6ZAk6PQGcUkFSDL52_d1eA2w6vRZQCEwYBhgL/s320/82983436_10100902276953166_6038559052777127936_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Memory Monday:<br />My&nbsp;<i>alma mater&nbsp;</i>has been posting historic photos all week.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i>Were you there on that snowy day in 1969 when the entire student body formed a long line from the old library in McClain to Morgan Library, passing boxes of books along until everything was moved?&nbsp;</i></span></blockquote>Yes, I was, though I may not recognize myself in the lineup!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enf-_DjoAjY/Xi8UpNtm4cI/AAAAAAAAX10/Ev6tjmdUt68wIonSQoyO0YXonVU_aPZQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83656848_3040227112656737_4182760686981480448_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1058" data-original-width="1600" height="422" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enf-_DjoAjY/Xi8UpNtm4cI/AAAAAAAAX10/Ev6tjmdUt68wIonSQoyO0YXonVU_aPZQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/83656848_3040227112656737_4182760686981480448_o.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've been reading my mother's diary account of their last visit to Argentina, one month mid December - mid January, 1996-1997. This was especially interesting to me for two reasons: at the time they were the age I am now, <i>and I was with them on that trip</i>! So, I went looking for my photo album of that memorable month. Here is a favorite photo--my parents standing in front of their first home in La Carlota, the one I am currently writing about in my memoir.</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/-8Lo7UGORgc4/Xi8Urqu7suI/AAAAAAAAX2k/m2NLHsU1fgwj1m2lYO2lkAWvGCL58TYOACEwYBhgL/s1600/Mother%2B%2526%2BDad%2BLa%2BCarlota%2B1997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="941" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lo7UGORgc4/Xi8Urqu7suI/AAAAAAAAX2k/m2NLHsU1fgwj1m2lYO2lkAWvGCL58TYOACEwYBhgL/s400/Mother%2B%2526%2BDad%2BLa%2BCarlota%2B1997.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is Mother at age 98 on my visit Tuesday. The many YouTube versions of an old hymn became our dinner music--<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNVCcph6cnI">Day by Day</a>, with such an appropriate message for us all.</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/-MmEQpYB2yWg/Xi8Uo7f92vI/AAAAAAAAX2U/k92OhfmGtUwUeHm44jy_chwsiXHFQAnUQCEwYBhgL/s1600/83656539_10100902277117836_5347106194710331392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmEQpYB2yWg/Xi8Uo7f92vI/AAAAAAAAX2U/k92OhfmGtUwUeHm44jy_chwsiXHFQAnUQCEwYBhgL/s320/83656539_10100902277117836_5347106194710331392_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael found time to hang a couple of gifts this week. An impressive framed relief print depicting St. Francis, who is known for his strong bond with the animals, hangs in our entryway now.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGrPpzKXz-4/Xi8Upx938QI/AAAAAAAAX2E/psajubHztZwl3CsY8kkOkhtk3vIt4RN3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83849339_10100902276988096_369399983826272256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGrPpzKXz-4/Xi8Upx938QI/AAAAAAAAX2E/psajubHztZwl3CsY8kkOkhtk3vIt4RN3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/83849339_10100902276988096_369399983826272256_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;">And, the commissioned portrait of us,&nbsp; given to us for our 50th anniversary, completes the arrangement above the dining room window.</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/-4j2pE2DUl5w/Xi8YfzbnYII/AAAAAAAAX28/crkphkX_570bu7ew37NHt49x_mKG47H1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83515002_10100903335796236_4156691502510112768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="935" height="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4j2pE2DUl5w/Xi8YfzbnYII/AAAAAAAAX28/crkphkX_570bu7ew37NHt49x_mKG47H1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/83515002_10100903335796236_4156691502510112768_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This year my desire is to celebrate each family member's birthday with a together experience. Wednesday I took Elijah out for a shopping trip. We both look forward to that time each year. He is 15 now. I don't know how much longer he will enjoy this kind of birthday celebration.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Kayla and I went to Emmens at Ball State University for the Shanghai Ballet performance of</div>"The Butterfly Lovers." Her birthday was actually back in October, but this is what she had requested.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can you believe it, both times I forgot to take a picture? I'll blame it on my increasing eye discomfort.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, then, for lack of photos, I got one of my lonely evening meal. Michael's Saturdays at robotics are twelve hour days. I would've gone to Elijah's birthday "brinner" (breakfast for dinner) but I didn't feel up to it. Mostly I wanted you to see the bees wax candle that kept me company, Matt's creation!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUBr3Wf6fUc/Xi8UoGbRwdI/AAAAAAAAX2Y/6Q1XaW2ELGodoMU41ITrls_TWw1zGqmNQCEwYBhgL/s1600/83548314_10100903336330166_2117930712475631616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUBr3Wf6fUc/Xi8UoGbRwdI/AAAAAAAAX2Y/6Q1XaW2ELGodoMU41ITrls_TWw1zGqmNQCEwYBhgL/s320/83548314_10100903336330166_2117930712475631616_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Michael is at the shop, I can watch the activity in the mechanics end of the shop live streamed via YouTube. Can you find him?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gHSQPdRkCE/Xi8Uq5MYcFI/AAAAAAAAX2M/zpgyqYEXTY0ND_1q0VXpQLHbEO0rtXamACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/84134793_10100903336894036_2784249894372638720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="859" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gHSQPdRkCE/Xi8Uq5MYcFI/AAAAAAAAX2M/zpgyqYEXTY0ND_1q0VXpQLHbEO0rtXamACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/84134793_10100903336894036_2784249894372638720_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday morning I enjoyed the worship service from home thanks to Livestream, again because of what was going on with my left eye.</div>Later, however, we did go out on a special date to Fort Wayne--an early dinner at Texas Roadhouse,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UutTgCTsL4E/Xi8UqaU7V_I/AAAAAAAAX2c/Aa-NjfdbS3cGAtm6Fv-TkEK1uViM98bngCEwYBhgL/s1600/83896885_10100903336200426_6872503257684508672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UutTgCTsL4E/Xi8UqaU7V_I/AAAAAAAAX2c/Aa-NjfdbS3cGAtm6Fv-TkEK1uViM98bngCEwYBhgL/s400/83896885_10100903336200426_6872503257684508672_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />and a very special show at the Embassy Theatre.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uokbVPmU3uY/Xi8UpKeT_II/AAAAAAAAX2g/w38lExA2iEsRY-Fcc-NvjqkcJCX0oywQwCEwYBhgL/s1600/83698457_10100903336255316_1309084591344058368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="942" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uokbVPmU3uY/Xi8UpKeT_II/AAAAAAAAX2g/w38lExA2iEsRY-Fcc-NvjqkcJCX0oywQwCEwYBhgL/s400/83698457_10100903336255316_1309084591344058368_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Have you ever seen this very talented young lady?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQXMYmF1qTQ/Xi8UpSo_ibI/AAAAAAAAX2Y/bJgrPAelKykeJmYwkLoHo98iJzpKquPpACEwYBhgL/s1600/83705337_10100903336295236_6258954492117516288_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="895" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQXMYmF1qTQ/Xi8UpSo_ibI/AAAAAAAAX2Y/bJgrPAelKykeJmYwkLoHo98iJzpKquPpACEwYBhgL/s400/83705337_10100903336295236_6258954492117516288_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />It feels like we've been celebrating our anniversary all month long, and the day is not even here yet. Cards and gifts trickle in almost daily. Most of all we marvel at God's gift of love for one another.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vXV7c7OavrY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Surprises https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/surprises.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:1b39016b-721d-090f-0d72-cd8f547075a7 Tue, 21 Jan 2020 09:12:41 -0500 Some weeks back I found a long-forgotten bulb in a paper bag, so I planted it. A beautiful surprise awaited us. Daily we watched it grow, first a long stalk, then one by one these nameless beauties.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqyfdK87ec/XiXZQy3rs4I/AAAAAAAAX0Y/kpxxef7QmxYnDb9sXmLUvnMYNApKaHLswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83163368_10100899238686876_2409107625170960384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="575" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqyfdK87ec/XiXZQy3rs4I/AAAAAAAAX0Y/kpxxef7QmxYnDb9sXmLUvnMYNApKaHLswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/83163368_10100899238686876_2409107625170960384_n.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />Memories from years ago also surprised me. I'd been going through Mother's diary and came across a detailed account of their travels when my parents were the age I am now. It was the last time they visited the places where they'd lived and served for most of their lives. That in itself is interesting, but there is more. I was on that trip along with my brother Ivan and his family. I located the buried photo album to revisit that pilgrimage. Since then I've been scanning, enhancing and digitizing the old photos. Here are a couple favorites.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLw8dnEw9YE/XiXZSyS0dwI/AAAAAAAAX0w/qoO2yEB5h70SEWFtEGvs8anfbOBRG0ErQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/hermigas%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1590" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLw8dnEw9YE/XiXZSyS0dwI/AAAAAAAAX0w/qoO2yEB5h70SEWFtEGvs8anfbOBRG0ErQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/hermigas%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reunited with my BFF Mirtha, January 1997</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enough for this week's Memory Monday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Tuesday, I met with an Upland friend who helped me adjust to life in America thirty six years ago. We enjoyed a vegan lunch at the new&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/rabbitfoodies/?ref=py_c">Rabbit Food Café</a>&nbsp;in a neighboring town.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBqKuWqeQIQ/XiXZRGZ3syI/AAAAAAAAX00/VJEUzrSxog0MR5A0eWrRQJo9HiVN6vMXQCEwYBhgL/s1600/83047530_10100899238911426_1552806552119803904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1042" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBqKuWqeQIQ/XiXZRGZ3syI/AAAAAAAAX00/VJEUzrSxog0MR5A0eWrRQJo9HiVN6vMXQCEwYBhgL/s400/83047530_10100899238911426_1552806552119803904_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Darlene</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I keep plodding on with writing goals, bringing back the stories of my early years in Argentina. This week I focused on finishing the chapter about the locust invasion we experienced when I was a toddler.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltueK3ofgfU/XiXaKuCsk5I/AAAAAAAAX1E/3mV3zVKD6PYc6cr1ftf6FhmtraTE4CmOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/26ARGENTINA-web1-superJumbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1068" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltueK3ofgfU/XiXaKuCsk5I/AAAAAAAAX1E/3mV3zVKD6PYc6cr1ftf6FhmtraTE4CmOACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/26ARGENTINA-web1-superJumbo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tuesday and Thursday evenings and all day Saturdays, the robotics shop is a buzzing busy place. You can glimpse some of the activity in this video--<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LKHqcJfgxE">Kicking-off the 2020 build-season</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thursday I joined the&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Upland/Matthews Working group of Thriving Families/Thriving&nbsp;Grant County in their meeting to talk about how they could support the PhyXTGears team and then we had a tour of the shop.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLrAcflDTLQ/XiXZRCFV8TI/AAAAAAAAX1A/4XtXCzAU8Os0D1jaGmSzW0stSoQzWFUkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/82408134_10100899238876496_180288480679559168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="709" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLrAcflDTLQ/XiXZRCFV8TI/AAAAAAAAX1A/4XtXCzAU8Os0D1jaGmSzW0stSoQzWFUkwCEwYBhgL/s400/82408134_10100899238876496_180288480679559168_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spied a grandson among the busy robot-builders! He can always sense when I am about to take a picture.&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/-01-VJcWeuQY/XiXZRulFRkI/AAAAAAAAX08/0HcY0UJ94LgMFx00yJQxtJPcFfMCmau3ACEwYBhgL/s1600/83882276_10100899238831586_760724865165557760_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1003" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01-VJcWeuQY/XiXZRulFRkI/AAAAAAAAX08/0HcY0UJ94LgMFx00yJQxtJPcFfMCmau3ACEwYBhgL/s640/83882276_10100899238831586_760724865165557760_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;">Fridays I look forward to the lunch hour with fellow-writers. Our hostess showed us these small musical instruments she used to play. Do you know what they are?</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/-ZmXOBRSz7cs/XiXZRcvd1qI/AAAAAAAAX04/tN5HEyQnTLkdQyMBdc7fQASA4l28Kcv3QCEwYBhgL/s1600/83316140_10100899238796656_3636087134898618368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmXOBRSz7cs/XiXZRcvd1qI/AAAAAAAAX04/tN5HEyQnTLkdQyMBdc7fQASA4l28Kcv3QCEwYBhgL/s320/83316140_10100899238796656_3636087134898618368_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I ventured far to visit and celebrate with a young mother, her son's first birthday. The bad weather forecast held off, and I made it there late but safe.</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/-Cl2QAhb80eA/XiXZSPBYXdI/AAAAAAAAX08/CbbgscZlxx41iavAIiC8VSrAJ2kJ8ip_QCEwYBhgL/s1600/84253144_10100899238751746_6828104071916814336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1042" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl2QAhb80eA/XiXZSPBYXdI/AAAAAAAAX08/CbbgscZlxx41iavAIiC8VSrAJ2kJ8ip_QCEwYBhgL/s400/84253144_10100899238751746_6828104071916814336_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Life is different this month: Moriah gone all month; Michael totally absorbed designing, building, mentoring;&nbsp; I have more time for household chores, cooking, and writing. Sorry to say, I have failed to walk and exercise. How has winter affected your routines?<br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/fUlpfkVjl24" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Better Health Through Rest http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/01/17/better-health-through-rest/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:56e5d87c-f498-1e10-0f9d-260b6195010d Fri, 17 Jan 2020 08:13:41 -0500 <p>Are you weary? Is your family tired? Is your work team running on empty? “How are you?” We ask one another. “Busy,” is the common reply. Imagine answering, “Well and rested.” How rested are you, really? Take the Quiz ____ In the past four weeks I’ve enjoyed four days off that were care-free with minimal [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/01/17/better-health-through-rest/">Better Health Through Rest</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p id="e5b6" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Are you weary? Is your family tired? Is your work team running on empty?</p> <p id="eacd" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">“How are you?” We ask one another.</p> <p id="57d7" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">“Busy,” is the common reply.</p> <p id="e147" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Imagine answering, “Well and rested.”</p> <p id="e7e3" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">How rested are you, really?</p> <h4 id="1e82" class="kk kl cm ar aq ee ik km im kn ko kp kq kr ks kt ku">Take the Quiz</h4> <p id="d321" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ In the past four weeks I’ve enjoyed four days off that were care-free with minimal</p> <p class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">            work around the house.</p> <p id="71d1" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ This last week I’ve had five nights of 7–8 hours of sleep.</p> <p id="1788" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ I enjoy a purpose-driven pause on a regular/daily basis.</p> <p id="3645" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ I took a restorative day or weekend away in the last six months.</p> <p id="271b" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ I enjoyed four evenings last week with no out-of-the-home obligations.</p> <p id="25af" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">____ I took all my vacation time last year.</p> <p id="589a" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Total ____</p> <p id="442d" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Score 0–3: You are running on the fumes of an empty tank.</p> <p id="4bdd" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Score 4: You are familiar with the rejuvenating aspects of rest and renewal, but gaps remain.</p> <p id="41d0" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Score 5–6: The life-giving rhythms of rest are established in your life.</p> <blockquote class="la"> <div id="057c" class="lb lc ld ar ij b le lf lg lh li lj kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""> <p class="ij b lk ll av"><em>We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.</em><br /> <em>~ Thich Nhat Hanh</em></p> </div> </blockquote> <p id="0510" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz lm kb ln kd lo kf lp kh lq kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Each year, we traditionally set resolutions and goals to help us develop healthy habits that improve our lives and relationships. Yet, food and fitness are merely symptomatic of deeper issues.</p> <h4 id="9391" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj"><strong class="jy lr">We know how to run hard. But we don’t know how to rest well.</strong></h4> <p id="bfd1" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">While rest is the missing piece in our hurried and harried schedules, rest is the first thing in Scripture that God blessed. Rest is an action God tells us to weave into our lives. Without recovery, we lose joy, productivity falls, creativity dries up, and satisfaction with life morphs into discouragement.</p> <p id="e7fc" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">When we are well rested, joy returns, relationships flourish, productivity is optimized, and troublesome medical conditions diminish. Our unhealthy habits mask a lack of restoration to our bodies and souls that is only found in a balance of work and transformational recovery. When we are eating junk food, sleeping poorly, feeling sickly, addicted, and avoiding exercise, we are medicating our need for rest with all the wrong medicines.</p> <p class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">But in a culture that values a strong work ethic and superhuman productivity, we can feel guilty about our need for rest. The result is that we lean on entertainment and escape as a substitute escape for rest, only to continue feeling depleted.</p> <blockquote class="la"> <div id="6a55" class="lb lc ld ar ij b le lf lg lh li lj kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""> <p class="ij b lk ll av"><em>I’ll get seven hours sleep a night, but after breakfast, I’ll have an hour just resting, to recover. In Spain they all have siestas, even businessmen. ~Joshua Anthony</em></p> </div> </blockquote> <p id="db67" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz lm kb ln kd lo kf lp kh lq kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">God knows what we need and he provided life-giving rhythms of work and rest. <em class="ls">By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done, (Genesis 2:2–3 NIV).</em></p> <h4 id="5daa" class="kk kl cm ar aq ee ik km im kn ko kp kq kr ks kt ku">Rest That Works</h4> <p id="7925" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Rest that works consists of four practices.</p> <p id="3e6b" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong>1) Sleep:</strong> Are you getting enough sleep? Adults require eight to nine hours daily. Less than seven hours of sleep has an immediate and negative impact on our body. Chronic deficits sabotage health and shorten our life.</p> <p id="c2b9" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Babies to one-year-olds: 12 to 15 hours</p> <p id="ce34" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">One to three-year-olds: 12 to 14 hours</p> <p id="0b2a" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Four to six-year-olds: 10 to 12 hours</p> <p id="12e5" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Seven to 12-year-olds: 10 to 11 hours</p> <p id="dacd" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Teens through adult: 8 to 9 hours</p> <p id="b411" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">For better sleep,</p> <ul class=""> <li id="0077" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj lt lu lv" data-selectable-paragraph="">One to two hours prior to bed, turn off all media. TV, movies, and computers stimulate the brain, making it harder to fall asleep. Use the period just before bed to play board and card games, read, and bathe.</li> <li id="571e" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz lw kb lx kd ly kf lz kh ma kj lt lu lv" data-selectable-paragraph="">Balance blood sugar with a bedtime snack that includes protein, fat, and carbohydrates. This could be a half a tuna sandwich, peanut butter on a banana, almonds and raisins, or hummus and crackers.</li> </ul> <p id="4a4f" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">With adequate sleep, life looks better, we make smarter decisions, and we hear the Lord’s voice clearer. <strong class="jy lr">Sleep rejuvenates us.</strong></p> <p id="5201" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">2) Solitude:</strong> Do you regularly come away from daily pressures? If we don&#8217;t come apart into peace, we will come apart. Unravel. So much demands our attention, drains our energy, and steals our time. Refuel and refill through intentional time with captivating  interests and people who are life-giving. Restore your soul for an hour daily, with a half day monthly, and through a full day retreat quarterly.</p> <p id="08bc" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">3) Stillness: </strong>Disconnect from distractions to meet with God. Study Scripture, and listen carefully to what God has for you each day. God is always speaking. When we are still, we create an opportunity to listen. <b>Stillness refocuses us.</b></p> <p id="b792" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">4) Sabbath:</strong> <em class="ls">“Six days do your work, but on the seventh day do not work, so that your ox and your donkey may rest, and so that the slave born in your household and the foreigner living among you may be refreshed,”</em> (Exodus 23:12 NIV).</p> <p id="49ec" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">Sabbath is doing that which refreshes you each week. </strong>Sometimes the most valuable respite is a nap. Other weeks, refreshment comes from physical activity, time in a hobby, or building relationships. Our refreshment is vital to health and wellbeing.  <strong>Sabbath refreshes us.</strong></p> <blockquote class="la"> <div id="3c71" class="lb lc ld ar ij b le lf lg lh li lj kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""> <p class="ij b lk ll av"><em>“Rest until you feel like playing, then play until you feel like resting, period. Never do anything else.” ~ Martha Beck</em></p> </div> </blockquote> <p id="f930" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz lm kb ln kd lo kf lp kh lq kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">When rested, we are pleasant to be with, we sleep better, our weight and health thrive. When rest is a regular rhythm in our lives, our bodies are strengthened and naturally able to resolve pesky health concerns from frequent illness to high blood pressure.</p> <h4 id="571d" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj"><strong class="jy lr">With Rest Comes Joy</strong></h4> <p id="189e" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Positive change is available and easy to begin. Here are rhythms of rest Brenda Jank, founder of Run Hard. Rest Well., says you can implement right now.</p> <p id="a028" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">1) Know your mission for the season of life you are now living.</strong> Measure what you say yes to against your mission. Give a hard pass to activities that do not align.</p> <p id="34b5" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">2) When another need or opportunity arises, reply, “Let me get back to you.” </strong>Then pray. Listen carefully. A yes demands a no to something else. If you are living with little margin, adding to your stress only increases the levels of dangerous cortisol in your system.</p> <p id="7e04" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">3) Daily, schedule quiet time.</strong> Pray and reading Scripture.</p> <p id="84bb" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">4) Refresh your soul.</strong> Weekly, schedule a half day to do what refreshes your soul.</p> <p id="0434" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">5) Get away. </strong>Monthly or quarterly, plan a day away.</p> <p id="f137" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph=""><strong class="jy lr">6) Schedule sleep.</strong> Arrange to regularly get eight hours of nightly sleep.</p> <h4 id="9cc7" class="kk kl cm ar aq ee ik km im kn ko kp kq kr ks kt ku">Why Rest?</h4> <p id="e252" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">The call and quality of our life depends on purposeful and regular rhythms of rest. Jesus routinely went to a quiet place to be with God and pray. On the Sea of Galilee, Jesus felt so weary he fell asleep in the bottom of the boat and not even a storm woke him, (Luke 8:22–24).</p> <p id="4d0e" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">There is no reason to feel guilty about our need for rest after periods of working hard. Guilt is a reminder to make different choices when we do something immoral, unethical, or sinful. However, our bodies are made, created, and hard-wired to work hard and to recover through regular rhythms of rest. Guilt around self-care is misplaced.</p> <p id="63a4" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Starting today, rest your way to better health, productivity, creativity, and joy. With regular recovery, our satisfaction with life becomes tangible.</p> <h4 id="1d12" class="kk kl cm ar aq ee ik km im kn ko kp kq kr ks kt ku">For You</h4> <p id="9a30" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz kv kb kw kd kx kf ky kh kz kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">For more about restorative wellness through the rhythms of rest, see <a class="bo dc id ie if ig" href="https://www.amazon.com/Vantage-Point-View-Rest-Rhythm/dp/0999359207/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Vantage+Point&amp;qid=1576857200&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-3" target="_blank" rel="noopener nofollow">Vantage Point</a>, a workbook for individuals and groups.</p> <p id="ea15" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">For rest-related resources, visit <a class="bo dc id ie if ig" href="https://runhardrestwell.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener nofollow">RunHardRestWell.com</a>.</p> <p id="8d9f" class="jw jx cm ar jy b jz ka kb kc kd ke kf kg kh ki kj" data-selectable-paragraph="">Refresh your spirit with these good books, <a class="bo dc id ie if ig" href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1948888491/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0" target="_blank" rel="noopener nofollow">Homeless for the Holidays</a>, and <a class="bo dc id ie if ig" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=chasing+sunrise&amp;qid=1576855274&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener nofollow">Chasing Sunrise</a> by P.S. Wells.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/01/17/better-health-through-rest/">Better Health Through Rest</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Moments of Fame https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/moments-of-fame.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e461fc8a-ce81-f3b3-1e52-d467f8aac06d Tue, 14 Jan 2020 11:33:59 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>In the process of unpacking I found the perfect place to display the wedding veil--at the bottom of the stairs next to Mother's wedding dress and on one of Michael's sculptures.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7Zi2MIVn0g/XhuBwBYeKAI/AAAAAAAAXyA/FEkkgAYGkwIs93yzfJDct1ZFCWzzOYPCACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/83067580_10100895617788186_7441521643412783104_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7Zi2MIVn0g/XhuBwBYeKAI/AAAAAAAAXyA/FEkkgAYGkwIs93yzfJDct1ZFCWzzOYPCACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/83067580_10100895617788186_7441521643412783104_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Post Christmas events and clean-up:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">--the Schlenker gift--Sunday after church Moriah took us out to eat at a favorite restaurant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">--Karen used one of Mother's art cards for her beautiful after-Christmas thank you note.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">--all the Christmas decorations come down on or around Epiphany, January 6</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulP3r3cJB5Q/XhuBwZX_8VI/AAAAAAAAXyI/CYOYauY2Wb4XcIe2i2NV3fzOmmUz7u1zgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/82006318_10100893035987136_1944015035550400512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="888" height="233" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulP3r3cJB5Q/XhuBwZX_8VI/AAAAAAAAXyI/CYOYauY2Wb4XcIe2i2NV3fzOmmUz7u1zgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/82006318_10100893035987136_1944015035550400512_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Moriah's and Mother's art</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">January 6 was also departure date for several of the J-term <a href="https://taylorworldoutreach.wordpress.com/lighthouse/">Lighthouse</a> teams, including Moriah's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tErvSdRs0Es/XhuBwQc6SCI/AAAAAAAAXyQ/0IKnG2SU6-cbf2BKyzvq2Gu_shRTeYddQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81673755_10100893035782546_3425230384130949120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tErvSdRs0Es/XhuBwQc6SCI/AAAAAAAAXyQ/0IKnG2SU6-cbf2BKyzvq2Gu_shRTeYddQCEwYBhgL/s640/81673755_10100893035782546_3425230384130949120_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sending Moriah off to Central Asia</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner was livelier than usual with three additional guests and a repeat performance by Stephan and Karen of the "Mike and Rita song" they wrote for us. (I so wish you could hear it, but can't seem to transfer the video.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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/-geV3pP62RZA/XhuOlHekvUI/AAAAAAAAXzI/XvCTAoo1-JIm02gFGT6PZ13S3LDGPRFPACEwYBhgL/s1600/81730088_846810745752188_6255870757138595840_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geV3pP62RZA/XhuOlHekvUI/AAAAAAAAXzI/XvCTAoo1-JIm02gFGT6PZ13S3LDGPRFPACEwYBhgL/s640/81730088_846810745752188_6255870757138595840_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tuesday was the big day when the robotics team reconvened and each presented the ideas they had come up with and worked on over the weekend. The 25 students present filled the whiteboard with their many good ideas.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RxHOKDbfIU/XhuNOoX06_I/AAAAAAAAXyw/cArsejEldjk60LxHGF5Mdi1uTHMZF5hRACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/82791280_10100895617828106_8589833917966581760_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RxHOKDbfIU/XhuNOoX06_I/AAAAAAAAXyw/cArsejEldjk60LxHGF5Mdi1uTHMZF5hRACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/82791280_10100895617828106_8589833917966581760_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">With Michael gone most of the time, I find things to do.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: small;">I had wanted to see t</span><span style="font-size: small;">he Mr. Rogers film, so I invited Diane and Leah to come along.&nbsp;</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><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/-YeAtbO9u4pM/XhuM8XaMmXI/AAAAAAAAXyo/GngoUB9AqhU0jjcPhX5pkEXm0wCqtE4fQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81LRekwL59L._SX300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeAtbO9u4pM/XhuM8XaMmXI/AAAAAAAAXyo/GngoUB9AqhU0jjcPhX5pkEXm0wCqtE4fQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81LRekwL59L._SX300_.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a powerful story, described by one reviewer as:</div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: &quot;amazon ember&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. . . a dramatic profile of a quiet, gentle, self-effacing, and genuinely kind man--a legendary children’s entertainer who, in his own words, devoted his life “to the broadcasting of grace through the land.”</span></blockquote>As a writer I just had to read the feature article by Tom Junod, basis for the film--<a href="https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/tv/a27134/can-you-say-hero-esq1198/">Can You Say...Hero?</a>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our family experienced a touch of fame this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday morning early I began hearing from friends that they had seen Stephan on the news. He organized the Ice Festival in Carmel and was interviewed multiple times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh2VJ-R5Opg/XhuE8LLEe_I/AAAAAAAAXyc/7M-vqZMRQSwIRF671ZGTWLtjGrEfFVrqACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81930695_10100895649903826_7312193812988690432_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh2VJ-R5Opg/XhuE8LLEe_I/AAAAAAAAXyc/7M-vqZMRQSwIRF671ZGTWLtjGrEfFVrqACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/81930695_10100895649903826_7312193812988690432_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/megindy/videos/10215265770414602/UzpfSTY0NDYyOTc2NjozMDYwNjExMjk0OTk0MTQ6MTA6MDoxNTgwNTQzOTk5OjcxMjQ3MzIzMDE0MzIxNTY5MzE/">One of Stephan's interviews</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Meanwhile, downtown Indianapolis, at the State House, the opening act of the session was to pass a Resolution recognizing the positive impact and achievements of Indiana FIRST, and later named specifically the PhyXTGears and Mike Koch! WOW!&nbsp;<br /><br />Cute little Space Walrus made a final appearance and even had a fun interaction with the Speaker of the House. The latter enjoyed it the most, given that robots have no emotions. (Find the robot in the photo.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2t2KCppUB4/XhuPeXvWmNI/AAAAAAAAXzM/xXMtmcCzs4kTiDpwyjDrS9F1aH4pi96HACEwYBhgL/s1600/State%2BHouse%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2t2KCppUB4/XhuPeXvWmNI/AAAAAAAAXzM/xXMtmcCzs4kTiDpwyjDrS9F1aH4pi96HACEwYBhgL/s640/State%2BHouse%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where was I all this time? Certainly not being interviewed for TV, nor being recognized by 28 or more state representatives for any contribution. I was spending time with two 98-year-old women who dedicated their lives to serve and glorify God in Argentina. Their reward is yet to come. Earthly limitations increase as heaven draws near.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCIaShjcvbg/XhuRy_S_6YI/AAAAAAAAXzg/V9oIKexJp647IPb1cqMZxK-9gi_CqOhrACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81840180_10100895670218116_8636987388951789568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCIaShjcvbg/XhuRy_S_6YI/AAAAAAAAXzg/V9oIKexJp647IPb1cqMZxK-9gi_CqOhrACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/81840180_10100895670218116_8636987388951789568_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother and "Aunt Margaret"</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's expedition to the State House did not interfere with the team work session that evening. Multiple prototypes are popping up. And everyone is learning and having fun, young and old!</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/-RNM178vi9wM/XhuP2Va8o6I/AAAAAAAAXzU/kA6SITdrAh0rX0UrlNPRHWKzNMLs6PI-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Prototypes%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/-RNM178vi9wM/XhuP2Va8o6I/AAAAAAAAXzU/kA6SITdrAh0rX0UrlNPRHWKzNMLs6PI-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Prototypes%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;">Another Stephan interview at the end of the Ice Festival.</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/-WRD6qzxqizU/Xh3egaRbRKI/AAAAAAAAXz8/D-f3WpGP3K0x_B1oelOSJn3wM4IHYKlOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72777473_2705691582842128_6079864496292102144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRD6qzxqizU/Xh3egaRbRKI/AAAAAAAAXz8/D-f3WpGP3K0x_B1oelOSJn3wM4IHYKlOACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/72777473_2705691582842128_6079864496292102144_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;The weather did not cooperate with the planned schedule. Due to torrential rains and mild temperatures, the main carving competitions were postponed a day. The carvers worked through the night, starting when the temperatures were low enough. The event proved exhilarating, but mostly&nbsp;<i>exhausting</i>!</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3b0FcEMeznw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> New Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/new-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9df78de8-c458-10db-202f-f3ab1d8cacaf Tue, 07 Jan 2020 12:42:36 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For new beginnings some things must end. The 2019 sticker-calendar came to an end. Our family getaway ended.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBXUspXVBQ/XhSpkV68lmI/AAAAAAAAXws/qfOK1DQU2UYriTn3PD5MzYV2qC8cJntswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81463730_10100890329705546_5355684833538342912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="960" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBXUspXVBQ/XhSpkV68lmI/AAAAAAAAXws/qfOK1DQU2UYriTn3PD5MzYV2qC8cJntswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81463730_10100890329705546_5355684833538342912_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I was going to title this blog post "The End" and questioned whether it was time to discontinue this habitual blogging--chronicle of our lives. However, the need to process and tell the story of our family adventure, led to not one but&nbsp;<i>four </i>posts. And here I go again, at the start of a new year.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My desire, is expressed in Hebrews 12:1: <i>"</i><span style="background-color: white;"><i>Let us put every thing out of our lives that keeps us from doing what we should." </i>Is this blog one of the works God has prepared for me to do, or is it a distraction from what I <i>should </i>be doing?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Meanwhile, I will keep on keeping on with what I know until God redirects. Reader,&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white;">He</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;may use you to give me advice.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Life is a daily <i>keeping on, </i>often tedious. Michael jumped right back into the work of sorting and settling into the Matthews shop after our trip without much of a break, still so much to do to prepare for Kick-Off.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I was happy to see the art that had graced the walls of the Muncie shop now had a place in the new team headquarters.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HquE4_qLy9E/XhS068w6K7I/AAAAAAAAXxg/DbF0WwTJ-5U8-tCMqDpN2hNi9FHK1YaKACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2BArt%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HquE4_qLy9E/XhS068w6K7I/AAAAAAAAXxg/DbF0WwTJ-5U8-tCMqDpN2hNi9FHK1YaKACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2BArt%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Meanwhile, I kept busy unpacking and finding a place for the new gifts as well as taking down Christmas decor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The pour painting Leah gave me found its home. This technique allows colors to flow with little control. Imaginative minds can see into the fascinating patterns and sometimes add their own touch to bring out a theme or image.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In this piece I can see a cat, a couple birds, a dog, and many eyes. How about you?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqXh0S5Jy7w/XhSpl3UcFQI/AAAAAAAAXxU/pTzV1MWJ3uIsdz2OKT8GCIvqjcxBhCorwCEwYBhgL/s1600/82567871_10100893030019096_3941095371295424512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="958" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqXh0S5Jy7w/XhSpl3UcFQI/AAAAAAAAXxU/pTzV1MWJ3uIsdz2OKT8GCIvqjcxBhCorwCEwYBhgL/s320/82567871_10100893030019096_3941095371295424512_n.jpg" width="319" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Leah, and other members of her family, came down with a bad cold, had no voice, and still recovering from the accident, and more bruises popping up. She badly needed some Jewish Mother's antibiotic--chicken soup. Instead I took over some of&nbsp; "Dad's turkey soup." It worked just as well.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></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/-hPyyKckzozs/XhSplecDuJI/AAAAAAAAXxM/1KTYy7yfj-chcEQuLAYJ7IVGokIlMhYjgCEwYBhgL/s1600/82040924_10100893029874386_3003135992010899456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="569" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPyyKckzozs/XhSplecDuJI/AAAAAAAAXxM/1KTYy7yfj-chcEQuLAYJ7IVGokIlMhYjgCEwYBhgL/s320/82040924_10100893029874386_3003135992010899456_n.jpg" width="239" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Vestiges of Christmas outside Leah's door</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Kayla, also under the weather, needed a Grandma-visit. Can you see four faces in this silly pic?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWwjing_Ea0/XhSpkWQsI3I/AAAAAAAAXxI/YXfPV4LVj8IcUzC8bm-_J8EAXpZyt77FgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81434238_10100893036650806_5459715942244155392_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="263" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWwjing_Ea0/XhSpkWQsI3I/AAAAAAAAXxI/YXfPV4LVj8IcUzC8bm-_J8EAXpZyt77FgCEwYBhgL/s320/81434238_10100893036650806_5459715942244155392_o.jpg" width="161" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We had a fun New Year's Eve get together with a small group of friends. Each brought a gift, but not to give away,that was different. The idea was for each to pick an unmarked present, guess who brought it, and then hear the story behind the item. We learned a lot about one another.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSKmF2L63Fk/XhS062vQMAI/AAAAAAAAXxo/sbi_Qg_7GqgbppiA9NyvxVlDtkFQByInQCEwYBhgL/s1600/80781629_10100890330014926_1220955461612732416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="665" data-original-width="887" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSKmF2L63Fk/XhS062vQMAI/AAAAAAAAXxo/sbi_Qg_7GqgbppiA9NyvxVlDtkFQByInQCEwYBhgL/s400/80781629_10100890330014926_1220955461612732416_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I spent a lot of time preparing food to add to the varied and abundant options for the Kick-Off. Surprisingly, or maybe not, there was not that much food left.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84UoUJLYaqU/XhSpklNInZI/AAAAAAAAXxU/24IFYZRbyJQCK6efjZg9zWFwXI0dk02AwCEwYBhgL/s1600/81527098_10100893035213686_4764315094404300800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84UoUJLYaqU/XhSpklNInZI/AAAAAAAAXxU/24IFYZRbyJQCK6efjZg9zWFwXI0dk02AwCEwYBhgL/s400/81527098_10100893035213686_4764315094404300800_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Two other area teams joined us, so it was a very full house. There was the anticipation for the long-awaited reveal of the 2020 challenge, after the usual&nbsp;long speeches and introductions. Finally, the game animation, <a href="https://www.firstinspires.org/robotics/frc/game-and-season">Infinite Recharge</a>,&nbsp;followed by a lively discussion of the new rules, strategies, and initial ideas for building this year's robot.</span></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/-5QBm6x_XW34/XhSpmpYFSWI/AAAAAAAAXxQ/mGX2EWCQg18sC9DmwEyyRLxIPWjcum4mQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Kick%2BOff%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="1600" height="164" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QBm6x_XW34/XhSpmpYFSWI/AAAAAAAAXxQ/mGX2EWCQg18sC9DmwEyyRLxIPWjcum4mQCEwYBhgL/s640/Kick%2BOff%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So, here we are, off and running. And again Hebrews 12 has timely advice: <i>"<span class="text Heb-12-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Let us keep running in the race that God has planned for us.&nbsp;</span></i><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NLV-30215" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><i><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">&nbsp;</span>Let us keep looking to Jesus."</i></span></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4zNUfzx3Nms" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Crises - Grace upon Grace https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/crises-grace-upon-grace.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:886444c6-8950-ae8f-2e75-7026cb10c285 Mon, 06 Jan 2020 09:59:22 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The crises that followed our family celebration were near-death experiences.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is our lovely daughter in the morning. As the day wore on she became increasingly ill. She literally <i>nearly killed</i> herself preparing for our wonderful anniversary celebration.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HN6zc2j5YU0/XhJatMNuwzI/AAAAAAAAXvs/G-lyEg7SKm42CO8YrGBl4Ej8SqfgTHj9gCEwYBhgL/s1600/81726596_10100890327789386_1201671492245389312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HN6zc2j5YU0/XhJatMNuwzI/AAAAAAAAXvs/G-lyEg7SKm42CO8YrGBl4Ej8SqfgTHj9gCEwYBhgL/s320/81726596_10100890327789386_1201671492245389312_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />What brought on the near fatal asthma attack? Probably a combination of factors:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>The heavy basement air, where she and Jimmy had their bedroom.&nbsp;</li><li>Going up and down stairs was an added stress.&nbsp;</li><li>It's possible Rebecca's cold was already taking hold. Once back home, the symptoms became full-blown and several other family members got sick.&nbsp;</li><li>Then there was the spray paint she may have inhaled while creating our beautiful centerpiece?</li></ul><br /><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/-dtcRafuGnLM/XhJatkDJ3bI/AAAAAAAAXvs/jh38GeAWLmQzReODTRtksfCgOIUCmbGAQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81776310_10100890328517926_4831877790418599936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtcRafuGnLM/XhJatkDJ3bI/AAAAAAAAXvs/jh38GeAWLmQzReODTRtksfCgOIUCmbGAQCEwYBhgL/s320/81776310_10100890328517926_4831877790418599936_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah managed to hang in there during the family talent show, trying to hide the fact that she was feeling worse by the minute. Immediately after, she lay down, but in a little while, let us know that she was really sick. We didn't know how to help, and initially she was not willing to go for help. However, our "Dr. Koch", a.k.a. Kristie, was the one who recognized the seriousness of Leah's condition. Then we were all scrambling for what to do, where to go, who would take her. By the time we got Leah upstairs and out the door, Kristie's car was ready to head to the closest hospital, some 25 minutes away. Kayla and Jimmy went along.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That ride was most traumatizing for all of them. Kayla leaning forward, yelling for her mother to come-to, stay with us, telling her how much all needed her. Leah unable to breath, losing consciousness, hearing it all (she told us later) couldn't respond. Kristie trying to drive and&nbsp;help, speeding to reach the ER before it was too late.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the stop sign, the corner, the wet road, unable to stop, the deep ditch. . . It all happened so fast. Jimmy was calling 911 at the time of the impact. The phone flew out of his hand. A car stopped. A man and a woman (or were they angels?). The woman (a CNA ?) held Leah's hand calmingly, then turned to the man and yelled to get help! He (a detective or ?) found the phone, 911 still on the line. An ambulance was nearby already headed in the direction of the hospital.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Right then and there, Leah received three strong breathing treatments in the ambulance before it took off. "The best air I've ever breathed. It was beautiful." she told us later.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla went with her and was also protected with a neck brace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Four of us arrived minutes later to follow them to the hospital. This is what we saw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-p_XVYJNDw/XhJatGb0YtI/AAAAAAAAXvo/oT45-CxtLTYFRUKZGQvhS96xgMi2r4zHgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81158152_10100890328792376_3061737672553791488_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="960" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-p_XVYJNDw/XhJatGb0YtI/AAAAAAAAXvo/oT45-CxtLTYFRUKZGQvhS96xgMi2r4zHgCEwYBhgL/s640/81158152_10100890328792376_3061737672553791488_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;">Both mother and daughter were badly bruised, but xrays showed no broken bones! Jimmy, who witnessed how they were thrown around on impact, agrees that was God was with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The ladies were released a little after midnight.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O9vHa1LNq4/XhJbbAjmb7I/AAAAAAAAXv0/jZ-0WggqWLEMNRgB7TpWExZbi-ojfQ97wCEwYBhgL/s1600/Mother%2BDaughter%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="1600" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O9vHa1LNq4/XhJbbAjmb7I/AAAAAAAAXv0/jZ-0WggqWLEMNRgB7TpWExZbi-ojfQ97wCEwYBhgL/s640/Mother%2BDaughter%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;">We have talked at length trying to reconstruct the events of that night. Each one has pointless regrets. There are too many <i>what ifs, </i>the most unthinkable is "<i>What if Leah had died?</i>"&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God was gracious to us.&nbsp; Somehow, He used the accident to save Leah's life. In her own words, a few days later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px;">"Dear Family, it's taken a few days to completely process how very close I came to no longer being here. I want to thank each one of you, God put everyone right where they were supposed to be.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px;">I love you family with all of my Heart."</span></span></i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A friend wrote recently, <i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">". . .&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-size: 14px;">sometimes suffering is scheduled and He knows and can see all that will come with my testing times."&nbsp;</span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-size: 14px;">First-responders pay a price for their caring sacrifice. Kristie's car was totaled and she is still dea</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;">ling with the insurance company and looking to replace the vehicle.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IVQCPnaFQE/XhJclyy8ddI/AAAAAAAAXwA/J_UexcFntCAvcpaFJx-TPCg8bCxBBHiNgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Car%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IVQCPnaFQE/XhJclyy8ddI/AAAAAAAAXwA/J_UexcFntCAvcpaFJx-TPCg8bCxBBHiNgCEwYBhgL/s400/Car%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;">Bodies are healing. Emotional trauma, and the memories stirred up in the aftermath, are more painful and difficult to deal with. However, those were also <i>scheduled</i>&nbsp;for our total healing. God is at work in our family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;"><i>Grace upon grace. . .</i></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xJdazZvPPCI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> 50th Anniversary Celebration https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/50th-anniversary-celebration.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:7e1caa73-dc3b-6fa5-0c31-a78bfa4f46ca Sat, 04 Jan 2020 18:31:29 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;An appropriate sign hung in the hall of the big house as we walked in.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4rC5_N0rgI/XhD3m_xQwkI/AAAAAAAAXto/TLt46ovPy9YfA4S6lC0y0l7EgLNwOSbhACEwYBhgL/s1600/81256507_10100890329675606_6218738411222597632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="935" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4rC5_N0rgI/XhD3m_xQwkI/AAAAAAAAXto/TLt46ovPy9YfA4S6lC0y0l7EgLNwOSbhACEwYBhgL/s320/81256507_10100890329675606_6218738411222597632_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Because God brought&nbsp;us together many years ago and kept us by His grace these 50 years, and because our children worked so hard to honor their parents, we had a spectacular celebration.<br />We had left the planning up to them, suggesting a festive finale to our family vacation on Sunday, our last day together.<br />However, when you have a professional ice carver, an event planner, a decorator, a technology guru, (and many hard working minions) in the family, the event becomes <i>extraordinary.</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Saturday some of us were downstairs working on a puzzle, playing games, watching shows.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIbnU9_XwrA/XhD-tDN8CaI/AAAAAAAAXu0/IvWvRo63kBArMspC4fHWrMAlmSDXOBoFQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81189075_10100890329251456_7854827274019799040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="765" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIbnU9_XwrA/XhD-tDN8CaI/AAAAAAAAXu0/IvWvRo63kBArMspC4fHWrMAlmSDXOBoFQCEwYBhgL/s320/81189075_10100890329251456_7854827274019799040_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting round puzzle</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />We learned a couple new games during our time together. Splendor was for four players.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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/-dGCIcbte4SY/XhD7fx00ljI/AAAAAAAAXuI/OKT0MpD45hgAesYKLys88yz3WNSZ8kLmgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81173730_10100891467819756_5733965246364647424_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="925" height="231" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGCIcbte4SY/XhD7fx00ljI/AAAAAAAAXuI/OKT0MpD45hgAesYKLys88yz3WNSZ8kLmgCEwYBhgL/s400/81173730_10100891467819756_5733965246364647424_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing Splendor</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Another one called Shifty Eyed Spies, for eight players, kept us hilariously entertained trying to send secret signals and clues (winking) without getting caught.<br /><br />Meanwhile, a crew upstairs, was busily staging the grand <i>fiesta. </i>Every so often someone would be summoned upstairs to contribute to the preparations.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_hxHQuClFY/XhD3nWhk1KI/AAAAAAAAXtY/_Wo8Fals2E4Y0Mk89yEvBWNbxvRt_9EIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81749667_10156992916947934_6814681805195575296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_hxHQuClFY/XhD3nWhk1KI/AAAAAAAAXtY/_Wo8Fals2E4Y0Mk89yEvBWNbxvRt_9EIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81749667_10156992916947934_6814681805195575296_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>At 5:30 or so, we were called upstairs for the evening meal. This was the surprise that awaited us.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFMZKQV-eRI/XhD90Rnq5fI/AAAAAAAAXuc/pH7QgW6X1qwZ9xf1os6aGNtV9C0LBecqwCEwYBhgL/s1600/decorations%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFMZKQV-eRI/XhD90Rnq5fI/AAAAAAAAXuc/pH7QgW6X1qwZ9xf1os6aGNtV9C0LBecqwCEwYBhgL/s320/decorations%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Including a Stephan-special--an ice-sculpture that sat in a protective carrier in his car for two days <span style="font-size: x-small;">[ah, that's why Saturday not Sunday!]</span>, and that Jimmy spent time decorating with a <i>million </i>gold stars!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVrx_6Xmhos/XhD-DwEcS8I/AAAAAAAAXuo/3lxnE71miTsxWgqC-F4Vmok9RRP6TzqOACEwYBhgL/s1600/80876402_10156992915787934_8077546977862090752_n.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVrx_6Xmhos/XhD-DwEcS8I/AAAAAAAAXuo/3lxnE71miTsxWgqC-F4Vmok9RRP6TzqOACEwYBhgL/s400/80876402_10156992915787934_8077546977862090752_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Several cameras were out busy documenting our reaction. Before having our photo taken in the frame, I ran to our room to get the bridal veil I had brought for the occasion. (Interestingly, after the house fire the restoration company returned it alone, even gray and discolored, but the dress never came back.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpmoZIcA6B0/XhD3lmwiRzI/AAAAAAAAXtk/cE7TK9mSoXQdRs1Y1dftkseQaiRDxQzxgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81023467_10156992915612934_3195802169005572096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="777" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpmoZIcA6B0/XhD3lmwiRzI/AAAAAAAAXtk/cE7TK9mSoXQdRs1Y1dftkseQaiRDxQzxgCEwYBhgL/s640/81023467_10156992915612934_3195802169005572096_n.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br />Others made use of the photo op.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OLspZbMzaE/XhESNDY4g5I/AAAAAAAAXu8/GJKOYWPZVM81qV3K7X_ECcTaVHzUtF95wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81041294_10100890328403156_5511658323239239680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="960" height="335" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OLspZbMzaE/XhESNDY4g5I/AAAAAAAAXu8/GJKOYWPZVM81qV3K7X_ECcTaVHzUtF95wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/81041294_10100890328403156_5511658323239239680_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeyLWaoxZaM/XhD3nFDkehI/AAAAAAAAXto/XDd7M992XpoM53qhiC9sRBh6wAu0PmkDQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81421937_10100890328243476_8488884512720158720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeyLWaoxZaM/XhD3nFDkehI/AAAAAAAAXto/XDd7M992XpoM53qhiC9sRBh6wAu0PmkDQCEwYBhgL/s400/81421937_10100890328243476_8488884512720158720_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, we did not get as many photos of the entire celebration as we could have. Even if we had, there is no way photos or a blog post could ever do justice to the wonderful way we were blessed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The best was yet to come. After dinner, we went downstairs again for the family talent show, now a two-year tradition.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The very first act was a technically-perfect 24-minute video that Matt put together--select photos of our life and family, and many tributes that people sent in (hounded by Kayla). Every member of the family honored us with beautiful words, and friends thanked us for things we could not possibly remember (and even wondered whether they were true!).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few of the acts that followed were part of the celebration. There may be more photos and videos still out there. But for now, and for this post, these are enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The ice melted considerably overnight, and several large buckets watered the lawn. But the love we were shown will ever be remembered. We came home with a couple visual reminders--a portrait (rendered by a fellow ice carver and artist) and sweet written words.</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/-OSpZqjjATRw/XhD8LpvwZPI/AAAAAAAAXuQ/JzGmsHUKWukHsRf1ZPF65myyiMTinnSVwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Framed%2Bpics%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1178" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSpZqjjATRw/XhD8LpvwZPI/AAAAAAAAXuQ/JzGmsHUKWukHsRf1ZPF65myyiMTinnSVwCEwYBhgL/s400/Framed%2Bpics%2BCollage.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next episode: Two Crises/ Grace upon Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/jgj_2oyiDFQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Family Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/family-christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:961a4cb2-2a13-4cfc-dcf7-f0096ba953c7 Fri, 03 Jan 2020 11:29:54 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was very different this year. We did not host the whole family in our home We spent Christmas morning with Diane, just the three of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGXDE9ff0xc/Xg9SmpUaFsI/AAAAAAAAXrs/9L4XgNB2f18QNrqoc5g-_mg5naH2kwG1wCEwYBhgL/s1600/82165334_10100890325743486_1095479576903024640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="960" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGXDE9ff0xc/Xg9SmpUaFsI/AAAAAAAAXrs/9L4XgNB2f18QNrqoc5g-_mg5naH2kwG1wCEwYBhgL/s320/82165334_10100890325743486_1095479576903024640_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She enjoyed reading the Scripture, even when she did not understand everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you missed the clue on the make-shift Christmas tree in the previous post, here it is.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><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><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQZt6hxhTDE/Xg9S0a-NQDI/AAAAAAAAXrk/Mn7HtRW9lg8UXxr7vRd4RFLNjUWKBwSoACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79720234_10100882223789866_7747173472068960256_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="311" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQZt6hxhTDE/Xg9S0a-NQDI/AAAAAAAAXrk/Mn7HtRW9lg8UXxr7vRd4RFLNjUWKBwSoACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79720234_10100882223789866_7747173472068960256_o.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Ornament purchased at the Christkindlmarkt<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Focus on the journey of the Magi led to the theme of our family gift-giving--the reflection, reenactment, and three gifts per person.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_TWjpVkVhs/Xg9SknAvapI/AAAAAAAAXro/gsz2pAfPFf4dH-Xa2iPJSbeNor1-TRBrwCEwYBhgL/s1600/81267879_10100890326896176_7245648294079102976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_TWjpVkVhs/Xg9SknAvapI/AAAAAAAAXro/gsz2pAfPFf4dH-Xa2iPJSbeNor1-TRBrwCEwYBhgL/s640/81267879_10100890326896176_7245648294079102976_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;">However, the best gift was <i>presence</i>--time together to relax, share, laugh and get to know one another more deeply. A variety of leisure activities contributed to this family-bonding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, a huge set of markers, found in the building that has become the robotics shop, became a hanging-out centerpiece.</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/-S-gS3_a_pa0/Xg9Skvpb8YI/AAAAAAAAXrw/fR2oW50eSLMwtfji_sysbtxkx168cJjhQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81120835_10100890326442086_4241905783966531584_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="683" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gS3_a_pa0/Xg9Skvpb8YI/AAAAAAAAXrw/fR2oW50eSLMwtfji_sysbtxkx168cJjhQCEwYBhgL/s320/81120835_10100890326442086_4241905783966531584_n.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Surprisingly, some of the most unlikely members to choose coloring, sat for hours enjoying the passtime.</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/-fbBSxG1PGpA/Xg9SkjhtvJI/AAAAAAAAXrg/78bq1U5-hDkWIJ9whaLLxQ27n63AaEAcgCEwYBhgL/s1600/80663064_10156992923022934_5667211799498326016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbBSxG1PGpA/Xg9SkjhtvJI/AAAAAAAAXrg/78bq1U5-hDkWIJ9whaLLxQ27n63AaEAcgCEwYBhgL/s640/80663064_10156992923022934_5667211799498326016_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;Not surprisingly, this is the page I chose to work on.</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/-ovb8u-xmRVw/Xg9UnMLbC8I/AAAAAAAAXr8/lt6WFQpUGScRaxM6-V9m9Xu2FZqp3hH1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81104000_10100890833451036_6668476638788845568_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="532" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovb8u-xmRVw/Xg9UnMLbC8I/AAAAAAAAXr8/lt6WFQpUGScRaxM6-V9m9Xu2FZqp3hH1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81104000_10100890833451036_6668476638788845568_o.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br />The big house's four levels provided a variety of hanging-out spaces.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4p2XTTWkxvA/Xg9lUoZBVXI/AAAAAAAAXsI/WhIZLoENEV8SYCDQ3yLuK0dGjsEoz2EPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Hanging%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="585" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4p2XTTWkxvA/Xg9lUoZBVXI/AAAAAAAAXsI/WhIZLoENEV8SYCDQ3yLuK0dGjsEoz2EPACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Hanging%2BCollage.jpg" width="232" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loft, upstairs, main floor, basement</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;The lovely setting and mild weather allowed for outdoor exercise options.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktpjRGOKQ4I/Xg9lU8B7qLI/AAAAAAAAXsQ/2AvnnTYqbWUteScISJaGEbPlO32SOPbugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Run%2Bwalk%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/-ktpjRGOKQ4I/Xg9lU8B7qLI/AAAAAAAAXsQ/2AvnnTYqbWUteScISJaGEbPlO32SOPbugCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Run%2Bwalk%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The young cousins loved&nbsp;spending time together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwO-UAGBNI0/Xg9lUvXWPxI/AAAAAAAAXsU/mbezAiXxPZ0O00h6Xuv4t6B4ETnj7dgQACEwYBhgL/s1600/Rebecca%2B%2526%2BJude%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/-RwO-UAGBNI0/Xg9lUvXWPxI/AAAAAAAAXsU/mbezAiXxPZ0O00h6Xuv4t6B4ETnj7dgQACEwYBhgL/s640/Rebecca%2B%2526%2BJude%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />So that was our Christmas.<br />What stood out from the story of the Magi, was how God spoke to them in their <i>language</i>, what they knew best--the stars. Similarly, to communicate with our family members we need to understand how they think, and speak their <i>language.</i><br /><br />Come back for the next installment--one more celebration and two more crises.<i>&nbsp;</i><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/AaSqJvI07DM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Word Not Chosen https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:8adf16a5-ce0b-ddfb-a87f-d34485932056 Fri, 03 Jan 2020 11:17:17 -0500 Like most people, I am starting 2020 with multiple plans to start the new year right &#8212; and a plethora of highly silly jokes about having perfect vision because it is the year 2020. Sadly, I still need glasses and life doesn&#8217;t come with a ten-step program of the exact correct thing to do. One &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Word Not&#160;Chosen</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1359" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/background-4646997_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg" data-orig-size="640,346" 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="background-4646997_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1359 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg?w=665" alt="background-4646997_640.jpg" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/background-4646997_640-e1578067831397.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>Like most people, I am starting 2020 with multiple plans to start the new year right &#8212; and a plethora of highly silly jokes about having perfect vision because it is the year 2020.</p> <p>Sadly, I still need glasses and life doesn&#8217;t come with a ten-step program of the exact correct thing to do. One might pray and ask for God&#8217;s leading, but in the end, it is up to them to actually take a step forward.</p> <p>As my friends posted their chosen words for the year, I was surprised. I had never thought about choosing a word that would be my guide for a year. I have written New Year&#8217;s resolutions, but I have never thought to contain all of those many goals &#8212; weight loss, more exercise, and traveling to planet Mars &#8212; in one single word.</p> <p><span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2c3338;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;">Then I realized that for many years, I have had a word. Oh, I didn&#8217;t write it down or make a lovely meme. No, I pasted it in my brain and allowed it to consume me. &#8220;Perfection.&#8221; </span></p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1360" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/egg-2048476_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,439" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;7.1&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 80D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;105&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;500&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="egg-2048476_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1360 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=306&#038;h=210" alt="egg-2048476_640" width="306" height="210" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=306&amp;h=210 306w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=612&amp;h=420 612w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=103 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-2048476_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=206 300w" sizes="(max-width: 306px) 100vw, 306px" />Perfection doesn&#8217;t sound like a dangerous word. On the surface, it might even seem like a good word. We should always be striving to be better, purer, godlier.</p> <p>But like an egg that looks smooth, porcelain, and easy to hold on the outside, you crack open perfection and you find slime and slipperiness. It oozes from your hands and is impossible to hold onto.</p> <p>Perfection forces one to refrain from trying anything unless it is without any mistakes on the first try. Perfection leaves one spiritually struggling because every sin seems impossible to find forgiveness for. Perfection can leave one scared to press post on a blog or comment because there might be a misplaced comma or misspelled word.<img data-attachment-id="1361" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/egg-943413_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg" data-orig-size="553,286" 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="egg-943413_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=553" class=" wp-image-1361 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=365&#038;h=189" alt="egg-943413_640" width="365" height="189" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=365&amp;h=189 365w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=150&amp;h=78 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg?w=300&amp;h=155 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/egg-943413_640-e1578068040181.jpg 553w" sizes="(max-width: 365px) 100vw, 365px" /></p> <p>Perfection can leave one stuck.</p> <p>We are told to be perfect as God is perfect&#8211;but we are also told to strive, press forward, and run the race. As someone who recently fell in love with biking, I can tell you that the first time I rode I didn&#8217;t go very far, and my legs suffered from jello-itis. The next time I rode farther. And as the distance grew, the residual pain and stiffness lessened.</p> <p>The truth is we can&#8217;t be perfect without God. We won&#8217;t be perfect in this life. Yet, in Christ, we can find new life. Hope. And someday, through Him, we will be perfect.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1362" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/03/the-word-not-chosen/silhouette-683751_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,360" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="silhouette-683751_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1362 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=340&#038;h=191" alt="silhouette-683751_640" width="340" height="191" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=340&amp;h=191 340w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/silhouette-683751_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 340px) 100vw, 340px" />So maybe 2020 has brought me clearer vision. I haven&#8217;t picked a word that will define my year. I have picked a word that will not define my year.</p> <p>So, do you have a word that will define your year? Or a word that will NOT define your year?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Christmas Week--eventFULL https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/01/christmas-week-eventfull.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4ac467e7-c678-398b-06a3-0073390ca0bb Thu, 02 Jan 2020 18:28:12 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I sit here overwhelmed, trying to process the many events of the past week. Throughout Advent, daily meditations helped me focus on the greatest gift of all time--"the Word became flesh and dwelt among us" and "from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace." (John 1:14,16)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Truly that was our experience--<i>grace upon grace.&nbsp;</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/-VS4h-v3dQuc/Xg4FYruSyjI/AAAAAAAAXpY/Jbk2b3ggA40bj7_rsbHh6awt2CSRHBIwACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81590461_10100890325623726_4066047149735936000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="813" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS4h-v3dQuc/Xg4FYruSyjI/AAAAAAAAXpY/Jbk2b3ggA40bj7_rsbHh6awt2CSRHBIwACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81590461_10100890325623726_4066047149735936000_n.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br />Much time was spent preparing for our getaway December 27-30 to celebrate Christmas and our 50th wedding anniversary together as a family. [Note: We were married on January 31, but that date falls in the middle of the intense robot build-season--never a good time to get away.]<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KD7fGtoedU/Xg4FY9--pBI/AAAAAAAAXpc/_cUmWYZF4PckKFN3zw6IhWfNW_HsPd5jQCEwYBhgL/s1600/80990784_10100890325598776_7864266787502686208_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="960" height="206" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KD7fGtoedU/Xg4FY9--pBI/AAAAAAAAXpc/_cUmWYZF4PckKFN3zw6IhWfNW_HsPd5jQCEwYBhgL/s320/80990784_10100890325598776_7864266787502686208_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gifts wrapped and ready for the trip</td></tr></tbody></table>Tuesday morning we picked up Diane for the scrumptious annual Christmas Eve brunch at Stephan and Karen's.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xsykAYXJ68/Xg4FYvSdlrI/AAAAAAAAXpg/6pI4bcl4j_cdYHe276jv_3RRBM_4AKjoQCEwYBhgL/s1600/80820773_10100890325653666_4952985074912985088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xsykAYXJ68/Xg4FYvSdlrI/AAAAAAAAXpg/6pI4bcl4j_cdYHe276jv_3RRBM_4AKjoQCEwYBhgL/s400/80820773_10100890325653666_4952985074912985088_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />In the afternoon Diane and I baked cookies from my aunt's recipe. Yummy! Michael is happy to find something in the cookie jar!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYEaaDoGPOk/Xg4KpGoSA7I/AAAAAAAAXqM/SBtpdwnqm8kRjCBtr084HlQROcvkZVLdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81289996_10100890330039876_1915249367531388928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYEaaDoGPOk/Xg4KpGoSA7I/AAAAAAAAXqM/SBtpdwnqm8kRjCBtr084HlQROcvkZVLdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81289996_10100890330039876_1915249367531388928_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />In the evening we enjoyed the candle light service. The church was packed; always fun to see visiting family members.<br /><br />Kayla invited us to join them for food after. She loves to show hospitality. They hosted several family gatherings over the holidays.<br /><br />Christmas Day we were there again for Leah's chicken and noodles. The day was beautiful, mild and sunny, 60 degrees! The girls (Kayla, Rebecca, Lily and Lucy) and I decided to walk the new trail. It is so close to their house but on the other side of the railroad tracks. On the way back we chose to make our way through the thorny growth and over the tracks. The dogs were okay with that, but Rebecca was not up for the adventure.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyH3fzO-Q8o/Xg4HigwNu4I/AAAAAAAAXpw/zeRIdtE4qNAggjds83GBGXiOk4QP2p6mQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Walkway%2B12.25%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="1600" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyH3fzO-Q8o/Xg4HigwNu4I/AAAAAAAAXpw/zeRIdtE4qNAggjds83GBGXiOk4QP2p6mQCEwYBhgL/s640/Walkway%2B12.25%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />That evening, after a delicious steak dinner (Omaha Steaks from Jimmy and Leah), we enjoyed the Walkway of Lights on the way to Diane's apartment in Marion.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqoi3Sel2ao/Xg4KFk1sOWI/AAAAAAAAXp4/zWpj12gITyovEkSRFM_ftVcgqaGRa8dXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/82143401_10100890326087796_5180108825335693312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqoi3Sel2ao/Xg4KFk1sOWI/AAAAAAAAXp4/zWpj12gITyovEkSRFM_ftVcgqaGRa8dXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/82143401_10100890326087796_5180108825335693312_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />As I was busy preparing food for our outing, it was fun to see&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/megindy/videos/10215162092302714/UzpfSTE2MTUwMzI3OToxMDEwMDg4Njk3OTYwNDE3Ng/">Stephan interviewed</a>&nbsp;about his upcoming ice festival in Carmel.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8L3YUho-hJs/Xg4KpE9jD2I/AAAAAAAAXqI/GxPdhsCL-xQ6rce8R92KtBWm7paMxq5OQCEwYBhgL/s1600/81553974_10100890326127716_5071278640432414720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8L3YUho-hJs/Xg4KpE9jD2I/AAAAAAAAXqI/GxPdhsCL-xQ6rce8R92KtBWm7paMxq5OQCEwYBhgL/s400/81553974_10100890326127716_5071278640432414720_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We promised to provide the first evening meal. So I went crazy preparing a Christmas-type meal ready to heat and eat.<br /><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span><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/-mxhojo_v2ws/Xg4KO8UN2qI/AAAAAAAAXp8/r3Y86X577E4FbiR81R1xOrKb1kC0oMQPgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81279546_10100890326506956_4115836824402788352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxhojo_v2ws/Xg4KO8UN2qI/AAAAAAAAXp8/r3Y86X577E4FbiR81R1xOrKb1kC0oMQPgCEwYBhgL/s320/81279546_10100890326506956_4115836824402788352_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first-ever pecan pie</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, whenever possible, Michael was sorting, rearranging, making order out of chaos in the electronic area of the robotics shop.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjHMC3Kw0fw/Xg4LfqhJ0zI/AAAAAAAAXqg/KibVgqnE1PABdXKFfiAAMduFNMQTPOsQACEwYBhgL/s1600/81604068_10100890329735486_1397465672446902272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjHMC3Kw0fw/Xg4LfqhJ0zI/AAAAAAAAXqg/KibVgqnE1PABdXKFfiAAMduFNMQTPOsQACEwYBhgL/s640/81604068_10100890329735486_1397465672446902272_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: start;"></div>Friday noon we set off for our family getaway in Demotte, two or three hours away.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8DsQJJ9j50/Xg4M4BET3KI/AAAAAAAAXqo/ZvAscYQZW9IJqlkriEIIGPWa3FBaDaw1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/ca9b7f29-ecb4-454b-b968-bb4633754370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8DsQJJ9j50/Xg4M4BET3KI/AAAAAAAAXqo/ZvAscYQZW9IJqlkriEIIGPWa3FBaDaw1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/ca9b7f29-ecb4-454b-b968-bb4633754370.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It seems every year we have need of a Christmas miracle. This year we experienced three crises, and again God was with us--<i>grace upon grace</i>!<br /><br />The first was when Sam called and said their family might not make it (that's one third of our members to occupy the 8-bedroom house!). Water gushing in the garage, a serious leak under the house, had him baffled. Would he have to dig deep to find the problem? Father and son were on the phone a few times. By God's grace, the source of the problem was discovered and resolved in time for them to join us that night.<br /><br />The two celebrations and the other two crises deserve posts of their own. So I leave you with only these two questions.<br /><br />Our make-do Christmas tree holds a clue to the theme of this year's gift-giving. Can you guess?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WX1HOuzIkBw/Xg4NIPhQwlI/AAAAAAAAXqw/uIHJ2Xfv54AOJK4lZZA4cNCMOmn0c3ZAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81459119_10100890327030906_3438572472402706432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WX1HOuzIkBw/Xg4NIPhQwlI/AAAAAAAAXqw/uIHJ2Xfv54AOJK4lZZA4cNCMOmn0c3ZAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81459119_10100890327030906_3438572472402706432_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />This lovely decoration, also made on the spot for the surprise our children planned, is surrounded by an item I brought. What is it?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d03E1Ui4lEs/Xg4NTQy_6dI/AAAAAAAAXq0/va1ZbxzvDxAr3SorNWtk0tqZ4Ezha5RDACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81776310_10100890328517926_4831877790418599936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d03E1Ui4lEs/Xg4NTQy_6dI/AAAAAAAAXq0/va1ZbxzvDxAr3SorNWtk0tqZ4Ezha5RDACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81776310_10100890328517926_4831877790418599936_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/GjOyj8UMFj4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Happy New Year! https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/01/01/happy-new-year-2/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:7100c8b6-59fa-1a2f-5a20-b5f52e5a630e Wed, 01 Jan 2020 08:00:18 -0500 <p><img data-attachment-id="1347" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/happy-new-year-2/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png" data-orig-size="940,788" 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="Happy New Year!" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1347" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=665" alt="Happy New Year!" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/happy-new-year.png 940w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> In Love with God’s Word: Bible Reading Plans https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/12/28/in-love-with-gods-word-bible-reading-plans/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:00874383-926f-080b-25ce-465cd14b793a Sat, 28 Dec 2019 07:52:26 -0500 The Bible is a funny book. Imagine if publishers today were trying to consider various books of the Bible on their own terms and whether or not to publish them: Gospel of John: &#8220;Really too much like three other books already on the market. And a bit too esoteric compared to the autobiographical approaches of [&#8230;] On the Knowledge of God http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2019/12/on-knowledge-of-god.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:118aea26-6741-fcbe-5e08-500f1561e213 Wed, 25 Dec 2019 20:15:50 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPlnzrtrjwc/XgQJfJXyxGI/AAAAAAAAvEQ/xJ9xItomYG8pTktwG8ed2A5Brh812upswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/8735037139_de5af7596e_w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" height="212" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPlnzrtrjwc/XgQJfJXyxGI/AAAAAAAAvEQ/xJ9xItomYG8pTktwG8ed2A5Brh812upswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/8735037139_de5af7596e_w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The knowledge of God is a vital part of the well-being of your life--spiritually and otherwise</span></div><b id="docs-internal-guid-9456a51d-7fff-dd2d-134e-50bae89c7492" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">God desires for you to know Him, but even more, God desires to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">reveal Himself </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">to you. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The knowledge of God is hidden--you cannot just expect to gain it. You need to especially understand that many will say they have it when in fact they do not. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">However, those who truly </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">know </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God have very specific things in common.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Word of God reveals </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to us the knowledge of God</span></b><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">, but it isn’t the only place our knowledge of Him comes from. However, every other place we obtain our knowledge of God will never contradict the knowledge available to us in the written Word of God.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">When I speak of the knowledge of God, I attach the knowledge of Jesus Christ of Nazareth and the knowledge of the Spirit of God--the holy Trinity, three in One, King of the Universe, and of my heart.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Proverbs 2:5 tells us that </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">your deepest respect for God</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">, or the fear of the Lord, will accompany the knowledge of God. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In 2 Peter 2:1, the knowledge of God is how grace and peace become </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">abundantly </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ours. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Romans 11:33, Paul teaches us that </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the depths of the knowledge of God is unattainable</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, which means you can study, research, gather information, write paper after paper, but you will never be able to get to the end of it; there is no final degree you can obtain called “the knowledge of God” BA, MDiv, DMin, PhD nor will there ever be. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">However, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the entrance to the course in knowing God is always open!</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Satan’s marketing tactics </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">are specifically structured to not merely compete with, but to outsell the knowing of God. And Paul makes this statement in his 2nd book to the Corinthians, that our counter-defense is actually a well-launched offense, in bringing down and demolishing every size argument and pretense that </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">sets itself up against the knowledge of God </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(10:3-6)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">You see, the knowledge of God is itself LIGHT, a beacon that shines and calls out to us like a lighthouse; it is the light of the sun harnassed within your own soul that you cannot contain for the sole purpose of making God known.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The more you increase in your knowledge of God, spiritually and otherwise, the greater the source of the LIGHT of God. Satan can never duplicate the intrinsic nature of the knowledge of God--knowing God is the true gift that keeps on giving because in its very nature it shines. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The knowledge of God is pure glory</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.&nbsp;You cannot make God reveal Himself to you; growing in the knowledge of God is <i>relationship-based </i>adventure.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And when I speak of knowing God, it is closely related to the OT story of Moses who met with God, communed with God, supped with God, and was so close to God that the glory of God was upon him so much, Moses had to do something when he was with his people--</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">wear a veil over his glory-tanned faced.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you ever been around people whom you know have been with God? There is such a purity in their soul, a cleanliness that is more than just next to godliness but godliness has taken over, and love is their only defense?</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And my confession would be that I was such a person, but in my days of diffusion, in my step by step digression, as my glory-tan faded, I have learned a few things: it is intentional, and it is corporal--meaning </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">there is a plan for the knowledge of God to be my glory, but I cannot do it alone.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">A part of God’s corporate plan is listed in Eph 4:11-13, He gave some within His body to rise up and become the leaders of the body--some we called prophets, others apostles, others evangelists, and still others pastor-teachers. WHY? So all of us can be can </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">come together in the knowledge of God--unified, growing up and growing together, attaining all God has for us.&nbsp;</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Let’s connect that with the metaphor of the LIGHT. A little candle set into this pitch-black place right here will have a tremendous effect on this space because even just a little light has great power. BUT if each of us, drawn to the one candle, have our own candles lit, how much greater will that LIGHT be? How much more </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">revelation </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">will there be? How much more </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">glory </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">will shine?</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And this brings us to what Paul said to those Corinthians believers, to let the light shine out from the darkness like God did that first creation day when He said, “Let there BE light!” And it was so and it was good.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">It was just like that when the knowledge of God came into my own heart. A light came on. A candle was lit. A switch was thrown and a change was made. Something evident that wasn’t there before was now on display. And just like Moses, my face could not hide the truth, nor could it if I wanted it to. Jesus Christ had taken up residence in my heart.&nbsp;</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The knowledge of God shapes and takes on a form--John 1:1, in the beginning, was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">and this Word took on flesh and dwelt among us </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">as the only begotten of the Father and to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">as many as received him, to those who believed in His name, to THEM he gave the power to become sons and daughters of God</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">.&nbsp;</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Your identity has changed. There is a glory that reveals. AND THIS IS THE LIGHT </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">we taught our children to sing about when they sang, “This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine. Hide it under a bushel? No! And we won’t let Satan blow it out. Shine all over my city and county, and let it shine till Jesus comes--I’m gonna let it shine.”</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The light of the knowledge of God is a glory-light that shines in the face of Christ, and those who alongside the Son, get a tan that reveals where they have been. But sin pulls away from the presence of God. Just like Adam and Eve who heard God coming to walk with them and spend time with them fled his presence and HID THEMSELVES. Some of you have been hiding from others and God for a long time--so much so, you've lost yourself. It is the deceptive power of sin that keeps you concealed. Satan lives in darkness and he can only touch what is in the darkness. If you hold on to your sin, and your sin is darkness, then Satan is wreaking havoc in your life. Satan only comes to do three things--rob, kill, destroy. His lies are a seductive acid he spins to hold on to you, keeping you away from God while he freezes you in fear and embalms you with its trickling effects.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Paul tells Titus that the knowledge of the truth leads to godliness (1:1). Jesus himself told