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/ OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Giving Thanks for Winter? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33586 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:003d4646-4798-6e25-4d96-158ce317ebcd Mon, 20 Jan 2020 08:16:18 -0500 O Lord, I’m tempted to gripe about dreary winter. Still, in January, I don’t do yardwork. I skip washing the car, because everybody’s car is grimy. And while poor souls in Hawaii must maintain abs of steel, my flab I conceal with warm, fuzzy layers. OMG, thank You for Indiana weather!   <p><strong>O Lord, I’m tempted to gripe about dreary winter. Still, in January, I don’t do yardwork. I skip washing the car, because everybody’s car is grimy. And while poor souls in Hawaii must maintain abs of steel, my flab I conceal with warm, fuzzy layers. OMG, thank You for Indiana weather!</strong>   </p> <p></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/2020/01/200120_NeighborhoodWinter-small-2.jpg" alt="" data-id="33591" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33591" class="wp-image-33591"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200122_174528-small-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="33592" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200122_174528-small-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33592" class="wp-image-33592" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200122_174528-small-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200122_174528-small-1-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> 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> Side Project: New Hobby Room http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-new-hobby-room/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:5b6dc6f8-8245-6378-3f5b-f03fde69fe77 Fri, 17 Jan 2020 05:30:38 -0500 <p>Remember back in November when I mentioned I had to pack up my entire tabletop and rpg game collection in preparation for remodeling our home to be more accessible? No, well, you can go back and read about that if&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-new-hobby-room/">Side Project: New Hobby Room</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Hotel Versus Home http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33487 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a1e8a1e1-1a30-2db8-819f-6ac88a6da3c8 Wed, 15 Jan 2020 07:56:47 -0500 “Be it ever so humble, there&#8217;s no place like home.” Everyone knows the opening words to “Home! Sweet Home,” penned by John Howard Payne in 1823. Few know that Payne, an American whose family opposed his theatrical career, wandered Europe most of his life, dying in Tunisia. What did he know about “home”? Payne rarely [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-1024x656.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33490" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-1024x656.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-300x192.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-768x492.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-1536x984.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920-624x400.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-home-sweet-home-tulips-2091617_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>“Be it ever so humble, there&#8217;s no place like home.”</p> <p>Everyone knows the opening words to “Home! Sweet Home,” penned by John Howard Payne in 1823. Few know that Payne, an American whose family opposed his theatrical career, wandered Europe most of his life, dying in Tunisia.</p> <p>What did he know about “home”? Payne rarely stayed around long enough to pay for trash pickup and roof leaks.</p> <p>No doubt, his home-sweet-home fantasy was fed by the reality of 1820s lodgings, in which guests often shared rooms with scary strangers. If Payne were traveling today, he’d discover modern hotels present their own unique challenges.</p> <p>For example, the more expensive a room, the harder it is to operate its coffee maker. Ditto for the clock — at least, I <em>assume</em> it’s a clock. Both devices appear to have been designed by NASA.</p> <p>Likewise, nice hotel rooms feature remarkably complex TV remotes … whose batteries are always on the blink.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-1024x638.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33493" width="312" height="194" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-1024x638.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-300x187.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-768x478.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-1536x957.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920-624x389.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-flipped-clothes-hanger-429279_1920.jpg 1766w" sizes="(max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px" /></figure></div> <p>Given all this advanced technology, one would expect more than two clothes hangers in the closet, right?</p> <p>I do appreciate hotel rooms’ multiple electrical outlets, as our 1960s home features one extra, originally intended for summer’s single oscillating fan. In most hotel rooms today, I’m not surprised to find outlets in the ice bucket.</p> <p>But where the heck are the light switches?</p> <p>John Payne probably took baths in a horse trough. Unlike us, he never faced crucial questions: will turning the faucet to red guarantee tepid or scalding water? Even worse (gaaaaahhh!), was the installer color-blind?</p> <p>Payne surely couldn’t have imagined hotel grooming aids labeled “Clean Sand Spa.” Racier names almost prevent me from taking them home, for fear grandchildren will discover them in a bathroom drawer: “Grandma, what’s a French Fruity Massage?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-1024x678.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33491" width="380" height="251" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-1024x678.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-768x509.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920-624x413.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Pillows-furniture-3189674_1920.jpg 1794w" sizes="(max-width: 380px) 100vw, 380px" /></figure></div> <p>The French factor in today’s hotels does seem overdone. Who uses a duvet at home? Why do we need more French stuff in this country? Aren’t fries and toast sufficient?</p> <p>I do, however, laud hotel king-size beds, loving those 26 pillows.</p> <p>Did Payne pay extra for breakfast? Probably. Past, present, or future, nothing’s free. However, some modern “free” breakfasts are worth the hidden cost. Others feature orange water and cereal resembling kitty litter.</p> <p>A less familiar verse of Payne’s song reveals his mind felt at ease at home. Is this true in my case? Not always, especially as I’m eating while sneaky ants pursue “free” breakfasts.</p> <p>They picked the wrong ant hotel.</p> <p>For me, though, it’s home. I can make coffee here, find light switches, and sleep well, even without French influence and with only one pillow.</p> <p>“Be it ever so humble,” there’s no other place I’d rather be —</p> <p>If only a housekeeper would show up.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-1024x817.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33489" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-1024x817.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-300x239.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-768x613.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-1536x1225.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920-624x498.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200115-Amenity-sign-1185059_1920.jpg 1833w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite hotel amenity?</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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Old Marriage, New Adventures http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33395 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8c579fa1-aa67-6ad9-4f98-a4075d8ec45c Mon, 13 Jan 2020 08:11:27 -0500 OMG, thank You for a 45th wedding anniversary celebration Hubby and I will never forget: blue ocean, swaying palms, and a kayak trip in which we made the acquaintance of a (fortunately) sleepy alligator. <p> <strong>OMG, thank You for a 45<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary celebration Hubby and I will never forget: blue ocean, swaying palms, and a kayak trip in which we made the acquaintance of a (fortunately) sleepy alligator. </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/2020/01/200113-FtMeyersBeach.jpg" alt="" data-id="33396" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33396" class="wp-image-33396"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200113-alligator-everglades-347346_1280-.jpg" alt="" data-id="33397" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/200113-alligator-everglades-347346_1280-.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33397" class="wp-image-33397"/></figure></li></ul></figure> Technical Writing Course: Introduction http://www.freelanceknight.com/technical-writing-course-introduction/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:c8fcdc4c-199f-414e-f349-09e3e0267f04 Fri, 10 Jan 2020 05:30:49 -0500 <p>Having designed and taught two successful courses of&#160;Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming&#160;and a semester of&#160;Tabletop Game Writing Lab, my proposal to teach a Technical Writing course has been officially approved, as of this week, by the Communication Department at Taylor&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/technical-writing-course-introduction/">Technical Writing Course: Introduction</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Star Wars Oldie, er, Veteran http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33130 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:c048249e-9817-c8fa-8871-a3bf06db6957 Wed, 08 Jan 2020 01:30:00 -0500 My husband and I wait in line to see The Rise of Skywalker. Annoyingly skinny and unwrinkled, few fellow moviegoers viewed the original film. I am seized with the urge to proclaim — complete with drumroll and spotlight — “I’ve seen every Star Wars movie since 1977.” Hubby indicates where his sock hat will go [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-1024x270.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33135" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-1024x270.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-300x79.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-768x203.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-1536x406.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920-624x165.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-light-saber-star-wars-2908139_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>My husband and I wait in line to see <em>The Rise of Skywalker.</em> </p> <p>Annoyingly skinny and unwrinkled, few fellow moviegoers viewed the original film. I am seized with the urge to proclaim — complete with drumroll and spotlight — “I’ve seen every <em>Star Wars</em> movie since 1977.”</p> <p>Hubby indicates where his sock hat will go if I do.</p> <p>Spoilsport.</p> <p>Ignoring him, I recall that first, magical night. A medical student then, Hubby orchestrated a rare evening off. We scraped together five dollars for tickets. Annoyingly skinny and unwrinkled, we stood in a long line. </p> <p>That money could have bought more groceries. <em>This had better be worth it.</em></p> <p>“Daaa, <em>da,</em> da-da-da <em>daaa,</em> da. …”</p> <p>The music captured me. When “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. …” crawled up the screen, I followed the words into dark, velvety space. </p> <p>I was there.</p> <p>Breathless.</p> <p>By movie’s end, this Trekkie admitted Luke Skywalker and Han Solo could compete with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock. Besides, Princess Leia defied an evil empire with battle savvy — keeping her clothes on, which I appreciated, even back in 1977.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401-1024x890.png" alt="" class="wp-image-33132" width="200" height="174" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401-1024x890.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401-300x261.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401-768x667.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401-624x542.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Leia-hair-star-wars-1934959_1280-e1577805393401.png 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></figure></div> <p>Though I never would twist my long hair into weird side buns.</p> <p>Hubby interrupts my reverie with ticket choices that didn’t exist 40 years ago. “3-D? Or IMAX?”</p> <p>I’m cheap. Besides, running screaming from storm troopers doesn’t sound fun.&nbsp; </p> <p>As for IMAX — “If I collapse with a heart attack,” I say, “<em>you</em> can explain to the ER why four-story-high space slugs were a great idea.”</p> <p>“Maybe D-BOX seats?”</p> <p>Supposedly, full-motion chairs also would immerse us in the action.</p> <p>“Not after that brunch,” I say.</p> <p>Hubby agrees.</p> <p>Finally purchasing plain old (senior) tickets, we find our theater, mostly inhabited by other moldy oldies and cheapskates.</p> <p>Pre-movie blather runs on forever. This had better be worth it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p> <p>“Daaa, <em>da,</em> da-da-da <em>daaa,</em> da. …”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33137" width="615" height="410" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200801-space-starry-sky-1654074_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 615px) 100vw, 615px" /></figure></div> <p>Huge words crawl into dark, velvet space. </p> <p>I am there.</p> <p>Breathless.</p> <p>New characters, plot twists, and weird, intergalactic creatures. Past characters we greet as longtime friends, old glitches, and familiar, weird intergalactic creatures.</p> <p>All entangled in a horrible, wonderful battle of good versus evil. Despite radical cultural shifts the past four decades, those values remain.</p> <p>I do like Princess Leia’s new hairdo.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Yoda-figurine-figures-2775971_1920-1.png" alt="" class="wp-image-33134" width="201" height="287" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Yoda-figurine-figures-2775971_1920-1.png 408w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200108-Yoda-figurine-figures-2775971_1920-1-210x300.png 210w" sizes="(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px" /></figure></div> <p>Still, how can “young Skywalker” have aged so? And Carrie Fisher looks like a … a matron.&nbsp; </p> <p>Um, so do I. Unlike Yoda, we can’t live 900 years.</p> <p>Despite gray hair, Hubby and I anticipate additional chapters in our own stories. Exciting chapters.</p> <p>As will the annoyingly skinny and unwrinkled.</p> <p>Whether young or old, and regardless of <em>Star Wars</em> sequels, prequels or equals, let’s all grab the nearest Wookiee and fly high into new adventures!</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite <em>Star Wars</em> movie?</p> 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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: But Aren’t We Still 21? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33143 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8c0eaf94-390b-f33d-2bd6-e2aa3fc9fbd5 Mon, 06 Jan 2020 01:30:00 -0500 ge <p><strong>O Lord, Thank You that Saturday, Hubby and I celebrated 45 years of wedded stress — er, bliss. &nbsp;You must have smothered a thousand laughs — and rolled Your eyes — as You’ve watched our attempts at adulting. But OMG, thank You for holding us together! We’re glad You continue to give us lessons in love.&nbsp;</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/2019/12/SteveandRachaelWedding-010475.jpg" alt="" data-id="33144" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33144" class="wp-image-33144" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/SteveandRachaelWedding-010475.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/SteveandRachaelWedding-010475-202x300.jpg 202w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/190104-Anniversary2019.jpg" alt="" data-id="33145" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/190104-Anniversary2019.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33145" class="wp-image-33145" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/190104-Anniversary2019.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/190104-Anniversary2019-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</p> 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> Resolutions for 2020 http://www.freelanceknight.com/resolutions-for-2020/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:e19543e2-879a-f82b-4fbc-f20cb86862e1 Fri, 03 Jan 2020 05:30:51 -0500 <p>Welcome to 2020. After another nice holiday break with my daughters at home, I am back in the office at work. I cherish the time spent with my daughters home, as it won&#8217;t be long before they are moving out&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/resolutions-for-2020/">Resolutions for 2020</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</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> What Happened to Two Decades? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33113 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:7abf7753-bf66-d6aa-87db-ecdb82360eb2 Wed, 01 Jan 2020 01:30:00 -0500 Has it really been 20 years since Y2K? Hoarding batteries, bottled water and turkey jerky, we feared computers would crash worldwide, technological brains scrambled until capable only of playing nonstop games.&#160;&#160; That didn’t happen, enabling millions of relieved humans to continue that role. Others choose self-improvement, including making New Year’s resolutions. Opponents argue that such [&#8230;] <p>Has it really been 20 years since Y2K? Hoarding batteries, bottled water and turkey jerky, we feared computers would crash worldwide, technological brains scrambled until capable only of playing nonstop games.&nbsp;&nbsp; </p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-1024x678.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33120" width="332" height="219" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-1024x678.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-768x508.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920-624x413.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-hoarded-battery-22225_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 332px) 100vw, 332px" /></figure></div> <p>That didn’t happen, enabling millions of relieved humans to continue that role.</p> <p>Others choose self-improvement, including making New Year’s resolutions.</p> <p>Opponents argue that such resolutions last as long as a snowflake chomped by a kindergartner. Do resolutions accomplish even less than computer games?</p> <p>Several years ago, I formulated a brilliant solution; I make only resolutions I can keep. Below, I’ve listed <strong>My Astute Pledges for 2020</strong>:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/RachaelSnowAngel20171230-sm.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-9817" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/RachaelSnowAngel20171230-sm.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/RachaelSnowAngel20171230-sm-209x300.jpg 209w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <ul><li>I vow to put away my Christmas decorations before Easter.</li></ul> <ul><li>Obeying my mother’s long-ago admonitions, I promise to wear my boots outside … when there’s no snow to ruin them.</li></ul> <ul><li>I will make at least one snow angel this winter. But not before Hubby rents a hydraulic lift to hoist me back on my feet.</li></ul> <ul><li>I vow to amaze my neighborhood with spectacular spins and leaps on my icy way to the mailbox. Also, as I back our car out of the driveway. (I expect all 10s, folks.)</li></ul> <ul><li>I resolve to wear lots of fuzzy, checkered socks. January needs all the excitement it can get.</li></ul> <ul><li>I promise to go camping with my husband. I will, however, ignore all conversations that begin with, “I’ll bet Iceland is beautiful in January.”</li></ul> <ul><li>I will continue to let my kitchen range outwit me. Weeks after the time change, it finally allowed me to change the hour on its digital clock. However, it adjusts the minutes to please itself, just to show who’s boss.</li></ul> <ul><li>I promise to wow servers at our favorite Mexican restaurants with my Spanish. Never mind that I’ve ordered enchiladas with pineapple-lizard salsa and included a short treatise on jaywalking laws. I know they appreciate hearing their native language.</li></ul> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-1024x840.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33124" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-1024x840.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-300x246.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-768x630.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-1536x1260.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920-624x512.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-cropped-salsa-reptile-2042906_1920.jpg 1659w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <ul><li>I pledge never to need a box for uneaten pizza.</li></ul> <ul><li>Regarding chocolate: I will double my intake this year. Are you aware that, averaging nine pounds per year, Americans are 20th in world consumption? Unthinkable that the Swiss, Austrians and 17 other countries should out-chocolate us. So, I’ll do my patriotic duty.</li></ul> <ul><li>When we play board games with grandchildren, I aspire to always come in last. (Unfortunately, older grandkids now refuse to be my partner.)</li></ul> <ul><li>I promise to deny my adolescent grandchildren will ever, <em>ever</em> drive.</li></ul> <ul><li>Finally, I resolve to LOL and hahaha more in person this year than on Facebook.</li></ul> <p>You, too? Then regardless of scrambled brains, computer or human, turkey jerky or patriotic chocolate, 2020 is well on its way to being a Happy New Year. Let’s go for it!</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-1024x446.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-33119" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-1024x446.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-300x131.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-768x334.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-1536x669.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920-624x272.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/200101-banner-and-balloons-happy-new-year-4713485_1920.jpg 1585w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What weird resolution will you make this year?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Zero Recall http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=33034 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:211e60fb-0680-2568-4378-20a1141baad6 Mon, 30 Dec 2019 12:33:11 -0500 Lord, You know that yesterday, I forgot to put my prepared Sunday dinner in the oven. I filled my coffeemaker, but neglected to turn it on. On this Monday morning, I wonder what’s next. Will I fill the coffeemaker, turn it on and forget the pot? Yet when recall fails, OMG, Your mercies don’t. So [&#8230;] <p><strong>Lord, You know that yesterday, I forgot to put my prepared Sunday dinner in the oven. I filled my coffeemaker, but neglected to turn it on. On this Monday morning, I wonder what’s next. Will I fill the coffeemaker, turn it on and forget the pot? Yet when recall fails, OMG, Your mercies don’t. So thankful You won’t forget me in 2020!</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/2019/12/191231-elephant-1090834_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="33035" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33035" class="wp-image-33035"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191230-new-years-eve-4701494_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="33036" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191230-new-years-eve-4701494_1280.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=33036" class="wp-image-33036"/></figure></li></ul></figure> 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;] Reflections on 2019 http://www.freelanceknight.com/reflections-on-2019/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:5de61c21-7faf-dec1-56b9-c32a270541ae Fri, 27 Dec 2019 05:08:16 -0500 <p>Christmas has passed and the New Year is quickly approaching. Six years of freelancing and lots to be thankful for. As I reflect back on the blog, my freelancing, and my life this year, one word quickly comes to mind.&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/reflections-on-2019/">Reflections on 2019</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> 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 There’s A Baby in the Barn! http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/25/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:833696e0-c43a-7eab-7b4c-590dee95c2fa Wed, 25 Dec 2019 09:15:00 -0500 <p>&#8220;There&#8217;s a baby in the barn!&#8221; Yearly, church Christmas pageants reenact the world-changing birth of the Messiah in Bethlehem.  Having a baby in our own barn was a special gift reminding me that Christmas is not just once a year. Here is a true Christmas tale from my family to yours. Merry Christmas! And the [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/25/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>&#8220;There&#8217;s a baby in the barn!&#8221; Yearly, church Christmas pageants reenact the world-changing birth of the Messiah in Bethlehem.  Having a baby in our own barn was a special gift reminding me that Christmas is not just once a year. Here is a true Christmas tale from my family to yours. Merry Christmas!</p> <p style="text-align: center;">And the Conductor Was Sore Afraid</p> <p>Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The crowning moment of each December’s extravaganza was the Nativity scene. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ oversized bathrobes, all the children solemnly sang <i>Silent Night</i>.</p> <p>Then I moved to the country, got my own barn, and had my own birth in the stable.</p> <p>It all began when drought forced a farmer to sell livestock, including a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.</p> <p>“She’s just like Mary,” my children implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.”</p> <p>So this innkeeper found room in our stable for the mother-to-be. A baby monitor allowed us to hear what happened in the barn during the night. Birds in the rafters supplied a cacophony of twittering, mice scampered through hay, and horses slurped their feed before rustling through straw to bed down. Once asleep, the horses groaned while they napped and passed gas so loud we thought the mare was giving birth, and dashed to the barn at 3:30 a.m.</p> <p>Following weeks of false alarms, the baby was born in her own time on a night I was too sleep-deprived to tiptoe to the barn. What an exquisite wonder that morning to discover a newborn in the stable.</p> <p>That&#8217;s why this year’s Christmas pageant was my favorite. &#8220;Let&#8217;s have live animals,&#8221; the music director crowed.</p> <p>Opening night the staging was elaborate. The well-rehearsed choir took its place. The orchestra began on the downbeat. &#8220;Joy to the world,&#8221; the audience joined the choir as the words appeared on the overhead. &#8220;Let men their sons employ.&#8221;</p> <p>Choreographed to mask the noisy rearrangement of animals on stage, the pianist&#8217;s solo was a wasted effort. The keyboard was unplugged. From behind the curtains, the audience heard the trainer smooching at the donkey who was reluctant to come on stage and was more reluctant to walk off.</p> <p>The violinist&#8217;s microphone was not on, as the wise men bowed before the wailing Christ child. Mary and Joseph tried to look holy while sheep nibbled their robes, between burping and chewing their malodorous cud.</p> <p>At that moment a runaway sheep left his post and dashed about the little town of Bethlehem. Engrossed by the drama, the drummer forgot to drum. The conductor looked up from conducting and paled as the speeding sheep fairly leapt into his arms.</p> <p>By the second performance the “g” was added to sons, the keyboard and violin found their plugs, and fencing was added for the sheep. The rest of the performances went without hitch, but my favorite was opening night. It seemed a better reenactment of what probably happened in that starlit stable many years ago.</p> <p><i>PeggySue and her children currently have two horses because horses are like potato chips – you can’t have just one. </i></p> <p><i><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/FullSizeRender-1.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6133" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/FullSizeRender-1.jpg" alt="FullSizeRender (1)" width="480" height="640" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/FullSizeRender-1.jpg 480w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/FullSizeRender-1-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px" /></a> </i></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/25/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Baby Jesus’ Christmas Portrait http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=29929 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1f7135af-403a-f8c4-341b-d5a74a4144ba Wed, 25 Dec 2019 02:30:55 -0500 Wishing you a blessed Christmas as I share this painting by my late mother, Betty Oglesbee. Largely untaught, Mom understood there was much more to newborn Jesus than just a cute baby! “For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him [Jesus], and &#8230; to reconcile to himself all things … through his blood, shed on [&#8230;] <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Wishing you a blessed Christmas as I share this painting by my late mother, Betty Oglesbee. Largely untaught, Mom understood there was much more to newborn Jesus</strong> <strong>than just a cute baby!</strong></p> <p><strong><sup>“</sup></strong>For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him [Jesus], and &#8230; to reconcile to himself all things … through his blood, shed on the cross.” Colossians 1:19-20</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191225-Painting-JesusNewborn-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-29931" width="631" height="716" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191225-Painting-JesusNewborn-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191225-Painting-JesusNewborn-1-264x300.jpg 264w" sizes="(max-width: 631px) 100vw, 631px" /><figcaption> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br></figcaption></figure></div> Merry Christmas https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/merry-christmas/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:9b82d729-6c64-7011-3832-031ab5356144 Tue, 24 Dec 2019 21:49:32 -0500 Wishing you and yours a blessed Christmas as you celebrate the Savior&#8217;s birth! A Short Devotional When God selected those who would be mentioned as the visitors to His newborn Son, He could not have chosen two more different groups. First, He chose the shepherds. “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/merry-christmas/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Merry Christmas</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1343" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/merry-christmas/whew-what-a-ye/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..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="Whew, what a ye." data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1343" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=665" alt="Whew, what a ye." srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/12/whew-what-a-ye..png 940w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> <p>Wishing you and yours a blessed Christmas as you celebrate the Savior&#8217;s birth!</p> <p><strong>A Short Devotional</strong></p> <p>When God selected those who would be mentioned as the visitors to His newborn Son, He could not have chosen two more different groups.</p> <p>First, He chose the shepherds. “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Luke 2:8. In this time in history, shepherds were the lowest of the low on the social scale. They were uneducated. They spent their time tending sheep. They were poor. They were nearby.</p> <p>Second, He chose the Magi. “Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea…, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem.” Matthew 2:1. These men were so highly educated, they are known by the synonymous name of Wise Men. They not only noticed the new star, but they also had the means to travel to Judaea to discover its origin. They were well-respected. They were rich. They brought expensive gifts from a faraway land.</p> <p>The shepherds were almost certainly the first to visit the newborn King. The Wise Men were almost certainly among the last before Joseph, Mary, and Jesus fled to Egypt.</p> <p>Why does it matter who visited the Christ-child? Perhaps, we can learn that anyone can be saved. God can save the rich and the poor. God can save the educated and the uneducated. God can save those who are near—raised in Christian homes—and far—those who have heard the Gospel only once.</p> <p>As we celebrate the Christmas season, may we also “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.” Mark 16:15</p> <p><strong>Read my short Christmas story at <a href="https://sparkflashfiction.com/winter-2019-issue/" rel="nofollow">https://sparkflashfiction.com/winter-2019-issue/</a></strong></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Advent Week Three https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/12/advent-week-three.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:42900de6-ead3-3936-ef63-63b08c62fca7 Tue, 24 Dec 2019 14:28:41 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhrK4I7eef4/XgDUmOP5kZI/AAAAAAAAXno/2kE262fxV3QwqDVyBaZ2kFw3EKNvYir2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/80733577_10100884450342836_6358892127623053312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhrK4I7eef4/XgDUmOP5kZI/AAAAAAAAXno/2kE262fxV3QwqDVyBaZ2kFw3EKNvYir2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/80733577_10100884450342836_6358892127623053312_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am so grateful for Sundays when Mike does not go to the Matthews shop to work, and we get to spend time together. The <a href="https://www.carmelchristkindlmarkt.com/">Christkindlmarkt</a>&nbsp;in Carmel was our destination that afternoon and we had a delightful time despite the cold.&nbsp;</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/-T03zeTUm9dM/XgDVIDzUyeI/AAAAAAAAXoM/PfraP6CS_nctCYHlVMbLeqeOwYqH93AWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Christkindlemarkt%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1379" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T03zeTUm9dM/XgDVIDzUyeI/AAAAAAAAXoM/PfraP6CS_nctCYHlVMbLeqeOwYqH93AWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Christkindlemarkt%2BCollage.jpg" width="550" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pyramide and the crowds, a German village and train, ornament of the Magi, 2019 Christkindlmarkt mug</td></tr></tbody></table>Oh, the memories that surfaced from nearly 50 years ago when we were first married and lived in Germany. Then I picked up a magazine in the <i>Kulturecke </i>(culture corner) and read all the way home, articles about Nurnberg and Vienna, Austria, cities where we lived in those early years.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovyhgPL-nyI/XgDUOkMSq7I/AAAAAAAAXng/ICGfXx2vpPkzMvuyCLsfAXHcoIaByVxhQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Nurnberg%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1600" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovyhgPL-nyI/XgDUOkMSq7I/AAAAAAAAXng/ICGfXx2vpPkzMvuyCLsfAXHcoIaByVxhQCEwYBhgL/s640/Nurnberg%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;">Monday evening at Stephan's we continued the Jesse tree ornament project. Can you label each one?</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/-BPWxjQpQaCU/XgDUmAJ6IAI/AAAAAAAAXoE/L16GtBgM3HsYmM_RjMVkI3Ez5uTlae92ACEwYBhgL/s1600/79809628_10100881553203726_889758327121117184_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="737" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPWxjQpQaCU/XgDUmAJ6IAI/AAAAAAAAXoE/L16GtBgM3HsYmM_RjMVkI3Ez5uTlae92ACEwYBhgL/s320/79809628_10100881553203726_889758327121117184_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a significant snowfall at the beginning of the week. I was grateful that it did not keep me from traveling to Winona Lake Tuesday. I visited Mother and attended her care plan conference. She is doing her best to hang in there and enjoy what she can at her age and with her limitations.&nbsp; However, there've been moments of confusion lately. We're grateful for the caring people who look after her, and for a new roommate, someone she knew from church.&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/-F3QXDiraR1I/XgDVZt_jlPI/AAAAAAAAXoY/lCe9OwhJI-QaAlZk_gwCvGgc2X9QreFsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79894613_10100882269473316_7743606755132702720_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/-F3QXDiraR1I/XgDVZt_jlPI/AAAAAAAAXoY/lCe9OwhJI-QaAlZk_gwCvGgc2X9QreFsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/79894613_10100882269473316_7743606755132702720_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;">Milder days followed. I spend a lot of time at the computer. This was the view one day, the snow gone and a colorful visitor at work, also pecking away.</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/-IWjJnNJyQKM/XgDUmHKf2vI/AAAAAAAAXoA/5_-qUeIYpL42shZs3A3dliGvXkWHJZL4ACEwYBhgL/s1600/80029413_10100884450387746_103851909785321472_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWjJnNJyQKM/XgDUmHKf2vI/AAAAAAAAXoA/5_-qUeIYpL42shZs3A3dliGvXkWHJZL4ACEwYBhgL/s640/80029413_10100884450387746_103851909785321472_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;">Most writing has to do with the Christmas season--the wonderful connections and communication that takes place this time of year. And, of course, preparations for the holidays take up most of my time. However, our little group of writers still got together on Friday, shared finger foods and another delightful chapter by one of our members.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Immediately after, I rushed to the nearby elementary school for Rebecca's performance in the Christmas program. Parking was crazy and the gym was overcrowded with all the doting family members, grandparents, and great grandparents (that's me!).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I followed Rebecca's Kindergarten class to her classroom and met her teacher, whose parents serve on the current O.M. ship and have stayed in our home!</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/-jkNC74KVLZk/XgDUm8uFBNI/AAAAAAAAXoI/0Wmdzt3ab68p_kby8K9hQU4x-vcrvnrVgCEwYBhgL/s1600/81324560_10100884450562396_7567564687143862272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkNC74KVLZk/XgDUm8uFBNI/AAAAAAAAXoI/0Wmdzt3ab68p_kby8K9hQU4x-vcrvnrVgCEwYBhgL/s400/81324560_10100884450562396_7567564687143862272_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca and Mrs. Shively</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you know that Saturday was National Short Girl Appreciation Day? I didn't till after the fact, but it was a very appropriate day to act as one of Santa's elves that day to and help deliver Christmas gifts and food to struggling families. Our church has been involved in this program for many years, but this was my first time to participate in the very well organized process--choose a name, buy appropriate gifts; join a fun evening of gift-wrapping with friends, and cookies; a morning of delivering to homes, our CARriages filled to to the max.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></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/-kQ66KnlObeY/XgDUmmMzWLI/AAAAAAAAXoE/GTBKZqwqIO8LOFYzK9ul-5_N1RA6CjdmwCEwYBhgL/s1600/80862813_10100884450307906_43776574423564288_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ66KnlObeY/XgDUmmMzWLI/AAAAAAAAXoE/GTBKZqwqIO8LOFYzK9ul-5_N1RA6CjdmwCEwYBhgL/s400/80862813_10100884450307906_43776574423564288_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are not hosting the whole family at our house this Christmas; perhaps that has allowed me to be involved in other experiences. Add to that the fact that Michael is gone most of the time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, we stopped by the shop and he showed me what he's been working on as the deadline for build-season draws near. Hopefully everything will be in order and working by January 4 so they can take off running.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael installed additional heaters and built a whole dust collection system with intakes for each machine.</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/-9Ic5YSMUPYA/XgDUO1O3Y-I/AAAAAAAAXnk/NomSlOTbNecDhgFWKG4SMLwkznpYq7fBACEwYBhgL/s1600/projects%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1012" data-original-width="1600" height="404" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ic5YSMUPYA/XgDUO1O3Y-I/AAAAAAAAXnk/NomSlOTbNecDhgFWKG4SMLwkznpYq7fBACEwYBhgL/s640/projects%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heater; dust collection system</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After all the rest of the <i>stuff </i>was brought in from storage, everything needed to be sorted and allocated. So, the place was a mess again, after the initial very presentable look for the open house events.</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/-KuddF7mcr2M/XgDXeRJI-QI/AAAAAAAAXoo/RIV2k67JzeQ-W8uhqRUhhP2WYu7uEbvwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/80102200_10100884450143236_6042151728495722496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KuddF7mcr2M/XgDXeRJI-QI/AAAAAAAAXoo/RIV2k67JzeQ-W8uhqRUhhP2WYu7uEbvwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/80102200_10100884450143236_6042151728495722496_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Machine shop&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>I was impressed with the organization achieved so far.<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><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SD2L9cwFxvY/XgDUOLuTm3I/AAAAAAAAXnY/VXCzUeaQi_IV_yOQNu5qDjgFiTcItZMcACEwYBhgL/s1600/Organization%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1600" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SD2L9cwFxvY/XgDUOLuTm3I/AAAAAAAAXnY/VXCzUeaQi_IV_yOQNu5qDjgFiTcItZMcACEwYBhgL/s640/Organization%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Assorted materials, belts pulleys, and wheels</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I asked a lot of questions about the machines accumulated over the years--an impressive amount of tools.</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/-s7QmrVA4e8M/XgDUOb_V_oI/AAAAAAAAXnc/-wvkr1IbDsIPYNgkr3Q9i7JJvKHri8iygCEwYBhgL/s1600/Machinen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1117" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7QmrVA4e8M/XgDUOb_V_oI/AAAAAAAAXnc/-wvkr1IbDsIPYNgkr3Q9i7JJvKHri8iygCEwYBhgL/s640/Machinen%2BCollage.jpg" width="446" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mill; wood band saw<br />sand blaster, powder coat spray booth and oven</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To think that only three years ago, the shop moved into a newly built facility in Madjax. We trust there will be no more rushed seasons like this. We are really appreciating the closeness of the new headquarters, only 10 minutes for us. Unfortunately for several other mentors, it's their turn to make the longer drives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wishing you all a joy-filled Christmas!</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/HtbZ0TowS-4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: At the Speed of Christmas http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=29827 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3ad59b27-d94d-eb75-f75c-541882d39396 Mon, 23 Dec 2019 09:21:58 -0500 OMG, at Christmas, sometimes grandsons pause long enough to give angel smiles. More often, they shift into hyperdrive, a blur no power on earth can slow. Not that I’m ever like that at Christmas. Right, Lord? Right? <p></p> <p class="has-text-align-left"><strong>OMG, at Christmas, sometimes grandsons pause long enough to give angel smiles. More often, they shift into hyperdrive, a blur no power on earth can slow. Not that I’m ever like that at Christmas. Right, Lord? Right?</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191223-TheoJonah-2.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-29850" width="375" height="441" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191223-TheoJonah-2.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191223-TheoJonah-2-255x300.jpg 255w" sizes="(max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px" /></figure></div> In Love with God’s Word: Scripture Engagement & Journaling https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/12/21/in-love-with-gods-word-scripture-engagement-journaling/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:0c7152e5-7cae-118f-c1f4-bf19b4bf1c34 Sat, 21 Dec 2019 14:42:09 -0500 I have a strange problem. As much as I love God&#8217;s Word and as important as I know it is for me in my daily life (and as much as I talk and write about that), I have struggled with my daily quiet time with God. Here&#8217;s the thing. I&#8217;ve been deep in the Bible [&#8230;] Merry Christmas From The Knight Family http://www.freelanceknight.com/merry-christmas-from-the-knight-family-5/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:e84abc9d-03b2-40d9-9b22-ea86340c7a21 Fri, 20 Dec 2019 05:24:04 -0500 <p>My family and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/merry-christmas-from-the-knight-family-5/">Merry Christmas From The Knight Family</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Advent Week Two https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/12/advent-week-two.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b293f878-429f-a8f2-f529-fe111ff0e950 Wed, 18 Dec 2019 10:36:03 -0500 More symbols of Christmas came out this week and found their place on window sills.<br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7iNK6WFDN4&amp;fbclid=IwAR2Ky28LgBNw_gWLf9WCfEimYfUY748dpaNMK0hXpn8yFa69cuLUcCG0rL4"><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhhj01kpenc/XfjlwV3S_II/AAAAAAAAXlc/EfBkhRCeQZUFVqDTRBTUlOEsLFmNp9T6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79704617_10100881553358416_1256355037332897792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="681" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhhj01kpenc/XfjlwV3S_II/AAAAAAAAXlc/EfBkhRCeQZUFVqDTRBTUlOEsLFmNp9T6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/79704617_10100881553358416_1256355037332897792_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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhyz9QHKCb0/Xfo3POX70WI/AAAAAAAAXms/uR9eiE5WMggMUBv_kd9aiJv3vmCcvK7IgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Nativities%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="1600" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhyz9QHKCb0/Xfo3POX70WI/AAAAAAAAXms/uR9eiE5WMggMUBv_kd9aiJv3vmCcvK7IgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Nativities%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week began with more seasonal events: the beautiful choir rendition at church; fall dance recital at Cornerstone for the Arts where Kayla teaches many classes; and the Taylor University Chorale and Symphony Orchestra concert. Whew, that was a lot in one day! Michael didn't go to the dance recital, but I just couldn't miss it.</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/-Jaf4spWdi5g/Xfo1a46Dk3I/AAAAAAAAXmg/v36OcPliwu0qJQPXouCFO7oCg77YnB1UwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/81194121_10100882109054796_717706799146336256_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jaf4spWdi5g/Xfo1a46Dk3I/AAAAAAAAXmg/v36OcPliwu0qJQPXouCFO7oCg77YnB1UwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/81194121_10100882109054796_717706799146336256_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>To watch Kayla herself dancing a contemporary number with her students, go <a href="https://www.facebook.com/brittany.kyle.73/videos/2892043590807012/UzpfSTE3NjQ0NDcwMTM6MzA2MDYxMTI5NDk5NDE0OjEwOjA6MTU3Nzg2NTU5OTo2NzIxNTYwNDQzMzE1MDIyOTgw/">HERE</a>.<br /><br />The after-Monday-Night-Dinner Jesse-Tree project has been so much fun. I wonder what creative activity we could do after Advent. . .<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/-KtMX_wqV02s/XfoxwbZBudI/AAAAAAAAXmU/Ol3rE40tN7s2Wmpn_Gkkp6sP9PzgH6C2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Jesse%2BTree%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1273" data-original-width="1600" height="317" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtMX_wqV02s/XfoxwbZBudI/AAAAAAAAXmU/Ol3rE40tN7s2Wmpn_Gkkp6sP9PzgH6C2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Jesse%2BTree%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jesse Tree as of December 9. Mike and Rita's contributions.</td></tr></tbody></table>The story of another family-member's creative passion and skills aired this week on Journey Indiana. Watch&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7iNK6WFDN4&amp;fbclid=IwAR2Ky28LgBNw_gWLf9WCfEimYfUY748dpaNMK0hXpn8yFa69cuLUcCG0rL4">Handcrafted in Indiana</a>&nbsp;to learn more about our son Sam!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday, at the last minute, we attended Delta High School's fall concert. We had a front row seat, but couldn't see Elijah. This is the one glimpse of our handsome grandson walking off the stage carrying his trumpet.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmn_DK_2fR0/XfjlwxBr12I/AAAAAAAAXlw/FMQL9eBatm8LF8NCIfDp1nttiHtivWt-wCEwYBhgL/s1600/80499355_10100881551721696_8757140112669671424_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmn_DK_2fR0/XfjlwxBr12I/AAAAAAAAXlw/FMQL9eBatm8LF8NCIfDp1nttiHtivWt-wCEwYBhgL/s640/80499355_10100881551721696_8757140112669671424_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Jude was sick with the flu, couldn't go to school. Sam and Kristie both had to work, so I spent the day with him. The chimney cleaner was due to come. I was rather fascinated with the process and his stories. He found a long-dead duck and explained that when travelling they tend to rest on chimneys because because of the warmth, but they are clumsy and if they fall in often cannot get out.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNlwbn3NlAs/XfjqfmEXF8I/AAAAAAAAXl8/9iQ8Sf5NZfM5xBPVgl-n52wtKeg-r1A8wCEwYBhgL/s1600/Chimney%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNlwbn3NlAs/XfjqfmEXF8I/AAAAAAAAXl8/9iQ8Sf5NZfM5xBPVgl-n52wtKeg-r1A8wCEwYBhgL/s640/Chimney%2BCollage.jpg" width="358" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chimney sweep at work and the dead duck he retrieved</td></tr></tbody></table>Strangely, I have no pictures of Jude, but we had fun playing games, piano duets and watching some shows. Hhe seemed to be on the mend.<br /><br />Moriah's last final was due Friday at 10, then she spent the day with us sharing work, meals, and fun. She cut wood with Michael in the morning, helped me decorate in the afternoon, and packed her things. We even watched a movie together before she left that night.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNgkuDc2G5w/Xfjqf7QKQyI/AAAAAAAAXmE/6Of1AZAfWaEjwJabLyn9IGaaKrM7_HgXACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Moriah%2527s%2Blast%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="1600" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNgkuDc2G5w/Xfjqf7QKQyI/AAAAAAAAXmE/6Of1AZAfWaEjwJabLyn9IGaaKrM7_HgXACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Moriah%2527s%2Blast%2Bday%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;">Michael continues to work every day at the shop in Matthews. Robot build-season begins in a mere three weeks and there is still a lot to do. Saturday was a work day and those present managed to finally move everything in from the storage building next door. Now they must sort, arrange and find a place for each item.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had errands to run, but also was able to watch Rebecca's last day of a four-week basketball camp. Her group of the youngest did not play games, only practiced skills such as dribbling the ball and jumping (by far her favorite).</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/-Bc2jZactSOk/XfjqfjznSxI/AAAAAAAAXmI/ThB5zqqbieAswCDXDP39VDzcdmRTcL4bACEwYBhgL/s1600/Rebecca%2527s%2Blast%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1247" data-original-width="1600" height="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bc2jZactSOk/XfjqfjznSxI/AAAAAAAAXmI/ThB5zqqbieAswCDXDP39VDzcdmRTcL4bACEwYBhgL/s640/Rebecca%2527s%2Blast%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Advent anticipation accelerates as the days go by, so does the busyness. May we not lose sight of the wonder of the Incarnation--God with us!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/mUo7Nja1EW8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Big Bear http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=29657 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b4684034-7875-809e-fa16-e54c5e21a91a Wed, 18 Dec 2019 08:12:58 -0500 When our daughter was born, I splurged on a pink teddy bear whose music box played tinkling lullabies. I placed it in her line of vision. “Honey, she’s singing to you.” Baby appeared more interested in shiny doorknobs. Even as she grew, she took little notice of the prissy teddy. Several years later, her kindergarten [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920-624x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-29660" width="149" height="245" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920-624x1024.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920-183x300.jpg 183w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920-768x1260.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920-936x1536.jpg 936w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pink-teddy-bear-2415342_1920.jpg 1006w" sizes="(max-width: 149px) 100vw, 149px" /></figure></div> <p>When our daughter was born, I splurged on a pink teddy bear whose music box played tinkling lullabies.</p> <p>I placed it in her line of vision. “Honey, she’s singing to you.”</p> <p>Baby appeared more interested in shiny doorknobs.</p> <p>Even as she grew, she took little notice of the prissy teddy.</p> <p>Several years later, her kindergarten class planned to celebrate Teddy Bear Day, bringing their little buddies to school.</p> <p>When I suggested Callie take her prissy teddy, she rolled her eyes, but hauled the bear in her backpack.</p> <p>After school, an odd sight met my eyes. An enormous teddy bear ambled toward me, underscored by thin, little legs.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-1022x1024.png" alt="" class="wp-image-29662" width="422" height="423" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-1022x1024.png 1022w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-300x300.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-150x150.png 150w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-768x769.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1-624x625.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cropped-big-teddy-2841279_1920-1.png 1123w" sizes="(max-width: 422px) 100vw, 422px" /></figure></div> <p>“Big Bear wanted to come home with me,” Callie explained.</p> <p>“But — it doesn’t belong to you.”</p> <p>“Teacher said we could exchange bears for a week. Sarah took mine, and she let me take him.”</p> <p>Big Bear made himself at home in Callie’s appliance-box house. He starred in made-up plays and musicals. At bedtime check, I did a double take.</p> <p>Twins in Callie’s bed?</p> <p>I often messed up carpools. Had I lost track of how many children I’d birthed?</p> <p>No, Big Bear was bunking with her. Relief poured through me, relief that soon vanished as her tiny arm curled possessively around his large, furry body.</p> <p>Soon, I had to say, “Honey, Big Bear has to go home.”</p> <p>Callie stared at me with sad, dark eyes, but returned him.</p> <p>Christmas was coming soon. Usually, the Santa at our house frowned on extravagant gifts. But when I encountered Big Bear’s cousin at Kmart, I brought him home.</p> <p>Hiding him from Callie was like concealing a body from the FBI, but the wide-eyed grin that greeted him Christmas morning made Operation Big Bear worth it. In no time, he was singing in basement Broadway productions and snuggling with Callie at night. He smiled from her bed every day.</p> <p>When she married, Big Bear moved with her to her new home.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920-812x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-29664" width="389" height="491" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920-812x1024.jpg 812w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920-238x300.jpg 238w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920-768x969.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920-624x787.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-pillow-protection-person-2308639_1920.jpg 838w" sizes="(max-width: 389px) 100vw, 389px" /></figure></div> <p>One recent weekend, Callie’s ferret-fast son and I were engaged in a pillow fight. Desperate for ammunition, I grabbed the nearest soft object.</p> <p>Big Bear.</p> <p>My opponent took gross advantage of my surprise and knocked me flat. Big Bear, ever the sympathizer, stayed by me.</p> <p>Despite a missing eye, Big Bear had survived little-boy love and numerous pillow wars. Judging by his purple-stained face, someone must have fed him jelly doughnuts — which explained why he appeared as flabby as I. He’d lost padding, though, which I’d found. Not fair.</p> <p>Still, Big Bear’s presence was strangely comforting. Did Callie — now a strong, loving woman — still sneak moments with him?</p> <p>Kindergartner, teenager, mom or grandma. Sometimes, we all need a Big Bear hug.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-1024x687.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-29665" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-1024x687.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-300x201.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-768x515.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-1536x1030.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920-624x419.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/191218-cherished-stuffed-animal-and-girl-447701_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you still cherish a childhood stuffed animal?</p> Remembering Mary http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/16/remembering-mary/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:e423f1fa-5b1f-98f6-0b9d-7db87745cfd1 Mon, 16 Dec 2019 06:13:10 -0500 <p>Remembering Mary, she found favor with God. Is that a good thing? What does God&#8217;s favor look like? Author and counselor, Debbie Wilson, remembers Mary. What Does God’s Favor Look Like?  Twice during a brief meeting, the angel Gabriel called her highly favored. “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you,” (Luke 1:28 NIV). [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/16/remembering-mary/">Remembering Mary</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Remembering Mary, she found favor with God. Is that a good thing? What does God&#8217;s favor look like?</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Author and counselor, Debbie Wilson, remembers Mary.</span></p> <h3><strong><span style="color: #000000;">What Does God’s Favor Look Like? </span></strong></h3> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Twice during a brief meeting, the angel Gabriel called her highly favored. “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you,” (Luke 1:28 NIV).</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">When I worked as a counselor, women would tell me they’ve tried to live a God-pleasing life and yet they suffered in unfair situations. They seemed to think that those who walk with God escape life’s trials.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Mary, the mother of Jesus, busts that myth. Mary was highly favored of God and yet she walked through bigger problems than most of us ever face.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">God chose Mary to be the mother of His only Son. Yet her life included painful losses and challenges. Her story encourages me when my life feels unfair and unnecessarily hard.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">If an angel called me highly favored, I’d expect some free “get out of pain” passes. If God picked me to carry His child, I’d hope for some special consideration. Surely, He’d prepare my fiancé to receive the news of my pregnancy. At the very least, the God of the universe would provide a clean place with a skilled midwife for the birth of His son. And wouldn’t there be a special hedge of protection around our family to protect us from harm and misunderstanding? </span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">If Mary expected those things, she was disappointed. Because that is not how her story played out.</span></p> <h3><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Rejected</span></strong></h3> <p><span style="color: #000000;">I’m not sure what Mary imagined, but when she returned from a three-month visit with her cousin and told Joseph she was pregnant, he didn’t buy her story about an angel or her being a virgin. He was crushed. Since their engagement could only be broken by divorce or death, he looked for a way to quietly divorce her.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Mary’s highly favored life was far from easy. She felt:</span></p> <ul> <li><span style="color: #000000;">the pain of rejection from her fiancé</span></li> <li><span style="color: #000000;">the sting of others believing she was immoral and unfaithful</span></li> <li><span style="color: #000000;">the helplessness of being unable to reassure Joseph and prove her innocence</span></li> </ul> <p><span style="color: #000000;">God set the bar on sexual purity, and yet He allowed others to believe Mary was sexually loose. Was it necessary to put this highly favored woman through this strain?</span></p> <h3><strong><span style="color: #000000;">On Time, But Never Early</span></strong></h3> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Mary didn’t have an easy life, but she experienced a big God through every trial. God sent an angel to Joseph in a dream to stop him from divorcing Mary. But the religious leaders continued to call Jesus illegitimate even in His adult years. These leaders, and probably family members, believed Joseph and Mary had been sexually immoral, when they had shown extraordinary restraint. Joseph kept her a virgin until after Jesus’ birth.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">I wonder how many Jewish customers and friends Joseph lost in his carpentry business because of this scandal. Wouldn’t you think God would clear the reputation of this highly favored couple?</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Having God’s favor didn’t bring Mary a life of ease. Instead of having a midwife and a clean bed, Mary delivered God’s Son in a stable. Instead of being welcomed by the government and religious leaders, the king’s army hunted her boy and killed the precious sons of neighboring mothers in an effort to murder Mary’s son. And when Jesus grew up, her heart was pierced when she watched His scourging and crucifixion.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Yet, in spite of her trials, Mary pondered the goodness of God and celebrated her role in His story.</span></p> <h3><strong><span style="color: #000000;">God Knows Best</span></strong></h3> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Isaiah 55:8 reminds us God’s ways are not our ways. They are better. God cleared Mary’s reputation with those whom it mattered. He used this misunderstanding to benefit Mary, Joseph—and us.</span></p> <ul> <li><span style="color: #000000;">Mary and Joseph didn’t waste energy being offended that others didn’t believe them. They could empathize with those who doubted their story. After all, it took an angel’s visit for Joseph to understand.</span></li> <li><span style="color: #000000;"><a style="color: #000000;" href="https://debbiewwilson.com/misunderstood/">Joseph modeled how to handle betrayal</a> by quietly seeking a divorce and not publicly disgracing her.</span></li> <li><span style="color: #000000;">Mary and Joseph’s faith grew through these tests. With each new challenge they remembered God’s faithfulness in previous tests.</span></li> <li><span style="color: #000000;">We benefit. When people believe lies about us, we remember some of God’s most highly favored saints were misunderstood.</span></li> </ul> <p><span style="color: #000000;">God’s ways are not our ways; they are infinitely better. Despite her trials, Mary learned that no problem is too big for God. He didn’t keep her from trials, but He saw her through every problem. He didn’t provide a midwife and family members to help her welcome Jesus into the world, but He sent the host of heaven to tell the shepherds. She witnessed the resurrection of her son and her God. She participated in the birth of the church. Today, she dwells in heaven with the Father and the Son. If you asked her, she’d say the favor of God far exceeds a life of ease.</span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;">Don’t let unrealistic expectations on how you think your life should be rob you of the joy of what you have. Joy and fullness come from knowing God—not from not knowing pain and trouble. </span></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <h3><strong>About Debbie Wilson</strong></h3> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>Drawing from her walk with Christ, and decades as a Christian counselor, coach, and Bible teacher, Debbie W. Wilson helps women give themselves a break so they can enjoy the fruitful and satisfying lives found only in God’s grace. She is the author of</em> <a style="color: #000000;" href="http://debbiewwilson.com/little-women-big-god/">Li</a><a style="color: #000000;" href="http://debbiewwilson.com/little-women-big-god/">ttle</a><a style="color: #000000;" href="http://debbiewwilson.com/little-women-big-god/"> Women, Big God</a><em> and </em><u>Give Yourself a Break.</u><em> Her latest book, Little Faith, Big God, releases February 2020. She and her husband ,Larry, founded and run <a style="color: #000000;" href="http://www.lighthouseministriesnc.org/">Lighthouse Ministries</a>, a nonprofit counseling, coaching, and Bible study ministry. She is an AWSA (Advanced Writers and Speakers Association) certified speaking and writing coach. Debbie enjoys a good mystery, dark chocolate, and the antics of her two standard poodles. Refresh your faith with free resources at <a style="color: #000000;" href="https://debbiewwilson.com/resources/">RefreshingFaith.com</a>.</em></span></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Little-Faith-Big-God-Grace/dp/1684264308/ref=pd_sbs_14_1/136-2312488-6904018?_encoding=UTF8&amp;pd_rd_i=1684264308&amp;pd_rd_r=54c4cf5c-c981-4189-b5bd-61f003b828a0&amp;pd_rd_w=jjVDB&amp;pd_rd_wg=OQMZL&amp;pf_rd_p=5873ae95-9063-4a23-9b7e-eafa738c2269&amp;pf_rd_r=75S386Y7E6YVZGKZ7KVC&amp;psc=1&amp;refRID=75S386Y7E6YVZGKZ7KVC"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7621" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/41GQ1hU-WEL._SX322_BO1204203200_-195x300.jpg" alt="" width="195" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/41GQ1hU-WEL._SX322_BO1204203200_-195x300.jpg 195w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/41GQ1hU-WEL._SX322_BO1204203200_.jpg 324w" sizes="(max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/16/remembering-mary/">Remembering Mary</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Tis the Season https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/12/tis-season.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:23433e6c-165c-32e6-3a0b-cb31eca5e847 Wed, 11 Dec 2019 14:52:46 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Advent season has begun. A time of waiting. A time of preparation.<br />In our home this year, seasonal symbols and decor begin to appear one by one.<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/-pjr9gAtuX6g/XfBN3tvXDeI/AAAAAAAAXjg/4zbpiZqLyz8JjpiqAudI3tlJgSknQzgOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79094691_10100878235826776_1275031217288249344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="522" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjr9gAtuX6g/XfBN3tvXDeI/AAAAAAAAXjg/4zbpiZqLyz8JjpiqAudI3tlJgSknQzgOACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/79094691_10100878235826776_1275031217288249344_n.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At Stephan's Monday evening meal we had fun drawing and coloring a week's worth of ornaments for a <a href="https://www.whychristmas.com/customs/jessetrees.shtml">Jesse tree</a>.</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/-3OvR9O_hlGs/XfBN11gdUTI/AAAAAAAAXkA/5KU6xKoBEL44RgS5rNaF9ZCgKtCvfyp_gCEwYBhgL/s1600/78883967_10100878235886656_361248187438071808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvR9O_hlGs/XfBN11gdUTI/AAAAAAAAXkA/5KU6xKoBEL44RgS5rNaF9ZCgKtCvfyp_gCEwYBhgL/s400/78883967_10100878235886656_361248187438071808_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I finished a program this week and also started something new. For nearly a year I have been involved in&nbsp;</span><a href="https://www.taylor.edu/news/service-via-invitation" style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">InVitATION</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">&nbsp;(INspire VITality And Tranformation In Our Neighborhoods),&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">a program created and led by Taylor University&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">health science&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">professors and students</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;">The need to incorporate movement into our daily schedule is stressed repeatedly. Writing tends toward a very sedentary lifestyle. I am hoping that what I&nbsp;</span></span><i style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">finally&nbsp;</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">started this week</span><i style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">,</i><span style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">&nbsp;will become a lasting practice, a habit. I walk (or get dropped off part-way) to the Taylor University library carrying my laptop and relevant materials in a nifty new backpack, and spend a couple hours writing. This has been very productive and enjoyable.</span><br /><span style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The weather this week allowed for the long and pleasant walks. I see interesting things on the way, for example these&nbsp;students enjoying the sunshine. Can you see what the guy is doing?</span><br /><span style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjPr2CCcNBU/XfBN5JkQKYI/AAAAAAAAXkE/xvOjLf4Lj8wsJqtCLLO6LqxxUB1yRY2gwCEwYBhgL/s1600/79383252_10100878241395616_8129387821535330304_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="719" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjPr2CCcNBU/XfBN5JkQKYI/AAAAAAAAXkE/xvOjLf4Lj8wsJqtCLLO6LqxxUB1yRY2gwCEwYBhgL/s640/79383252_10100878241395616_8129387821535330304_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;">Once in the library, I am drawn to the various pieces of art. This first one is a fascinating sculpture. Can you see what materials were used? It interested me also because it was created in honor of a community friend when she retired after many years as librarian.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-JgZefmQhc/XfBN5vv1nlI/AAAAAAAAXkI/CVdACDxOTN0jcQot1WqcAYILt_BOt4s2wCEwYBhgL/s1600/79896799_10100878241590226_3781002522626359296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="960" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-JgZefmQhc/XfBN5vv1nlI/AAAAAAAAXkI/CVdACDxOTN0jcQot1WqcAYILt_BOt4s2wCEwYBhgL/s640/79896799_10100878241590226_3781002522626359296_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I found a corner that became my own nook each time, and finally my writing got "unstuck" and I had something to present to my critique group on Friday.<br /><br />Michael, of course, is still very focused on the robotics shop in Matthews. A second open house on Tuesday, was very well attended and we hope will result in more students for the 2020 team.<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/-D5nVLXdW904/XfBN4ov4ANI/AAAAAAAAXkM/pLaCcW2KJfs5NdbmN9coYmsU5P_ipksBQCEwYBhgL/s1600/79251244_10100878241510386_7994861671933804544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5nVLXdW904/XfBN4ov4ANI/AAAAAAAAXkM/pLaCcW2KJfs5NdbmN9coYmsU5P_ipksBQCEwYBhgL/s640/79251244_10100878241510386_7994861671933804544_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shawn VanNess (team president) giving one family a tour</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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czQerDjE_iY/XfBN3KJnEJI/AAAAAAAAXj8/Hv0e9NA2PQcDikwxoe2fntSRmTPMcPK1QCEwYBhgL/s640/79093229_10100878241545316_893724149598388224_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike Koch (lead mentor) talking about the New Year's Eve ball designed and created by team years ago</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czQerDjE_iY/XfBN3KJnEJI/AAAAAAAAXj8/Hv0e9NA2PQcDikwxoe2fntSRmTPMcPK1QCEwYBhgL/s1600/79093229_10100878241545316_893724149598388224_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czQerDjE_iY/XfBN3KJnEJI/AAAAAAAAXj8/Hv0e9NA2PQcDikwxoe2fntSRmTPMcPK1QCEwYBhgL/s1600/79093229_10100878241545316_893724149598388224_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>The rest of the week Michael worked steadily on the still-long to-do list, ticking off one task after another. For example, he installed four ceiling fans that will help distribute the warm air trapped up high in this large warehouse-type building. Thankfully, the heating system is working now in time for winter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKTPt-H6n5Q/XfBN6AFBYoI/AAAAAAAAXkM/S7m__LQYzBYaXuQESzxDt7qcma5PqSnVgCEwYBhgL/s1600/80189189_10100878240058296_4376067874960179200_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/-dKTPt-H6n5Q/XfBN6AFBYoI/AAAAAAAAXkM/S7m__LQYzBYaXuQESzxDt7qcma5PqSnVgCEwYBhgL/s400/80189189_10100878240058296_4376067874960179200_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;">Kayla's days as our tap instructor are coming to an end. Wednesday we had the first of three final performances of the season.</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/-tXn0DGTiMl0/XfBN4KQjK3I/AAAAAAAAXkE/fZZ-gcELakYOHpjT3l3u3G8aEjRsyiIbgCEwYBhgL/s1600/79226531_10100878348890196_1116265217160904704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="664" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXn0DGTiMl0/XfBN4KQjK3I/AAAAAAAAXkE/fZZ-gcELakYOHpjT3l3u3G8aEjRsyiIbgCEwYBhgL/s400/79226531_10100878348890196_1116265217160904704_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Dancing Divas at the Senior Activities Center</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.taylortrojans.com/Silent_Night">Taylor University's Silent Night basketball tradition</a>&nbsp;has become very well-known nation-wide. Friday was the day! Each dorm wing chooses a costume theme. Off-campus students like Moriah are adopted by a dorm and participate in all their events and activities. Her wing chose to represent the cleaning crew.</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/-6qnWQ6zzzPs/XfBN6vnj-RI/AAAAAAAAXkM/MFYc20Jmihc53ZJ1SsImVFuDYPHjrjEpgCEwYBhgL/s1600/80224300_10100878232623196_6859762868561117184_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="628" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnWQ6zzzPs/XfBN6vnj-RI/AAAAAAAAXkM/MFYc20Jmihc53ZJ1SsImVFuDYPHjrjEpgCEwYBhgL/s400/80224300_10100878232623196_6859762868561117184_n.jpg" width="385" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you find Moriah?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday afternoon was Zion's postponed celebration for his 10th birthday. He was sick on the earlier date. The delay worked in his favor weather-wise. He wanted to share the amazing "jungle gym" (I don't know if Sam's multi-faceted play structure has a name). I tried one or two of its many features. Kristie climbed the rope. The younguns, of course, had more fun trying out the numerous challenges.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In lieu of birthday cake, Zion requested an ice cream bar. And Sam made cotton candy for everyone.</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/-cF2UyhEUKsU/XfBTrlPJGcI/AAAAAAAAXkg/t7uMMTQpb8s1y8pWo_KSuLpukrXCEZ8-ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Zion%2B10th%2Bbirthday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cF2UyhEUKsU/XfBTrlPJGcI/AAAAAAAAXkg/t7uMMTQpb8s1y8pWo_KSuLpukrXCEZ8-ACEwYBhgL/s640/Zion%2B10th%2Bbirthday%2BCollage.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />The grand finale of our week was the now famous performance of the Messiah at the First Mennonite Church in Berne, the home of my maternal ancestors.<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/-rfr8a_bWPGo/XfBN0FyQQ_I/AAAAAAAAXkI/ixD2MLRBbT4mGVq3GBcxeR6ySD1u0NsEwCEwYBhgL/s1600/78862358_10100878236036356_7501378184550547456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="846" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfr8a_bWPGo/XfBN0FyQQ_I/AAAAAAAAXkI/ixD2MLRBbT4mGVq3GBcxeR6ySD1u0NsEwCEwYBhgL/s640/78862358_10100878236036356_7501378184550547456_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First Mennonite Church on the corner (right)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can see/hear&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/tara.a.steffen/videos/vb.1160472995/10218024832869965/?type=2&amp;theater">Handel's Hallelujah chorus</a>&nbsp;in the video, but we were there in person!</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/-MhRYOiPT0rU/XfFEIVVaV5I/AAAAAAAAXks/YkGtF2EBOrwTVlNwWXB7soI0tqbSDNd6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79017054_10156908382816569_2101552151045079040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="912" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhRYOiPT0rU/XfFEIVVaV5I/AAAAAAAAXks/YkGtF2EBOrwTVlNwWXB7soI0tqbSDNd6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/79017054_10156908382816569_2101552151045079040_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Find us (if you can) on the end of the second row, right side of the balcony&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>And that's only the beginning of this wonderful season of Advent!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/o9gCa2cRTFQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Fiction Lovers Christmas Party http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/08/fiction-lovers-christmas-party/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:ac270d4a-cc98-bf9e-d29d-4b7c543dfce1 Sun, 08 Dec 2019 06:22:47 -0500 <p>Fiction Lovers Christmas Party December 9, 6:00pm &#8211; December 10, Noon EST 5 Featured Authors with 6 featured books on December 9 Grand Prize: $50 Amazon Card Runner Up Prize: All 6 Featured Books (Some may be in eBook only) Party will be open until NOON the next Day! 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Another school semester has passed. At the end of September, I had the privilege of teaching at [&#8230;] Thankful https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/12/thankful.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e1fe8513-d920-d8d4-ac91-56001781957c Tue, 03 Dec 2019 10:22:20 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Another 2019-month comes to an end and we are grateful for health and strength to do all that comes each day.<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/-K1mBCuNHI6c/XeV-BXE7nHI/AAAAAAAAXhY/yCJf8XKXW2wIy3I64qvyKtbzhHWh6ipAACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/79087655_10100873265961426_3841738917879480320_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="941" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1mBCuNHI6c/XeV-BXE7nHI/AAAAAAAAXhY/yCJf8XKXW2wIy3I64qvyKtbzhHWh6ipAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/79087655_10100873265961426_3841738917879480320_n.jpg" width="313" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">November's sticker art--Venice&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Moriah has surprisingly had more free time lately and suggested we put together a puzzle now as she will be gone during January for an experience abroad. Both previous J-terms we've worked together on a 1000-piece Charles Wysocki Americana.<br />The problem is that I find puzzles quite addicting. As Thanksgiving drew near, I was in need of an intervention so I could get preparations under way. So the project rested on Moriah's bed a couple days while she was gone for Thanksgiving break. I have to confess to a relapse--the first evening I brought it back upstairs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4WS-9QYxIs/XeV-Cmmse8I/AAAAAAAAXh8/fiLNwwn9D5IYWe6xZmJc3HNZTPe25UBHwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Puzzle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4WS-9QYxIs/XeV-Cmmse8I/AAAAAAAAXh8/fiLNwwn9D5IYWe6xZmJc3HNZTPe25UBHwCEwYBhgL/s640/Puzzle%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>We finally finished the puzzle Sunday night after Moriah and her pet hamster came "home."<br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAaV4GKk7Ig/XeQ8Wd3cWcI/AAAAAAAAXg0/oHJ4gMBxD70hPLDGTpWDdw7Jl0KgxIffwCEwYBhgL/s1600/78838944_10100870039312656_502994726819987456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAaV4GKk7Ig/XeQ8Wd3cWcI/AAAAAAAAXg0/oHJ4gMBxD70hPLDGTpWDdw7Jl0KgxIffwCEwYBhgL/s320/78838944_10100870039312656_502994726819987456_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pancake</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday evening was the first open house for the "new" East Central Indiana Robotics team. This <a href="https://www.facebook.com/frcteam1720/videos/819889038444875/">walk-through video</a> the night before shows the amazing transformation of the dingy old building.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I went over in the afternoon to set out refreshments in the reception area, Iwas astounded at the progress even in the last 24 hours.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbUHwMobYTg/XeV-CPX8cwI/AAAAAAAAXh4/8Fns2jJUH4svhAaV8uPD1PmBWufDVObOgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Open%2BHouseCollage.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/-cbUHwMobYTg/XeV-CPX8cwI/AAAAAAAAXh4/8Fns2jJUH4svhAaV8uPD1PmBWufDVObOgCEwYBhgL/s640/Open%2BHouseCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top right: welcoming bling in the front window and some of the numerous trophies<br />Top left: Caleb and Isaiah giving a tour, explaining the robot to our staunch supporter.<br />Lower left: Julia, team treasurer explaining the program and application process to potential student.<br />Lower right: Michael and Gary (woodworking mentor) talking with a very interested new mentor.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Fall 2019 magazine from my <i>alma mater</i>, the&nbsp;GRACE Story, arrived this week. What a surprise to find this photo in the inner cover. I recognized eight members of the '43-'44 academic year. It is even possible that I was present as well, <i>in utero</i>! Can you pick out my three blood relatives?</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/-rzlYmVJJq3c/XeWCCS_q6KI/AAAAAAAAXiY/GzyUW4wcZxsn7WR5C2ap9nieP8Tv64xKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/43.44%2BGrace%2Bfaculty%2B%2526%2Bstudents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1384" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlYmVJJq3c/XeWCCS_q6KI/AAAAAAAAXiY/GzyUW4wcZxsn7WR5C2ap9nieP8Tv64xKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/43.44%2BGrace%2Bfaculty%2B%2526%2Bstudents.jpg" width="552" /></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;">Friday we drove up to Winona Lake and surprised Mother as she worked away in the ARTcare studio.</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/-zjiIEAxOT8s/XeV-CzFZUQI/AAAAAAAAXiA/1wyaemYrFg4sk9RAhxffiPFFL4CRpLb9ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Surprise%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1600" height="368" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjiIEAxOT8s/XeV-CzFZUQI/AAAAAAAAXiA/1wyaemYrFg4sk9RAhxffiPFFL4CRpLb9ACEwYBhgL/s640/Surprise%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;">I had ordered sets of cards of Mother's paintings&nbsp; (8 for $10). They were waiting for me, neatly wrapped packets in red ribbon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_LiBNGkrYE/XeV-B-nqRNI/AAAAAAAAXiE/8mxFrZbChBclFYKZgyeOAGOzpMKa8V7lACEwYBhgL/s1600/2019%2BCards%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="796" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_LiBNGkrYE/XeV-B-nqRNI/AAAAAAAAXiE/8mxFrZbChBclFYKZgyeOAGOzpMKa8V7lACEwYBhgL/s640/2019%2BCards%2BCollage.jpg" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Seasonal Theme<br />Bottom: Florals</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We then had dinner together with my youngest brother and his new wife, Alan and Raquel.</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/-gowqJppAxRU/XeWAtq8MVLI/AAAAAAAAXiM/2aGVagxv9RMG5801MmO_GfXRBklZUFEuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Raquel%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gowqJppAxRU/XeWAtq8MVLI/AAAAAAAAXiM/2aGVagxv9RMG5801MmO_GfXRBklZUFEuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Raquel%2BCollage.jpg" width="312" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wedding pic borrowed from Facebook<br />Happy selfie with my new sister-in-law</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We (Mike, his sister Diane, and I) also stopped at their house on the way home and got to meet Raquel's parents, and then had a tour of Alan's shop. We were impressed with nephew Nicolas' contribution. His design and decorating skills are evident.&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/-89rXGSGxLxY/XeZ12DqOQwI/AAAAAAAAXik/nR0AEB-R3ww9rUmFNCZr50lgqyjjJoVrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73241572_10100873266021306_2999828205768015872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="726" data-original-width="968" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89rXGSGxLxY/XeZ12DqOQwI/AAAAAAAAXik/nR0AEB-R3ww9rUmFNCZr50lgqyjjJoVrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73241572_10100873266021306_2999828205768015872_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Global Auto reception area wall</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday evening was our own Koch family Thanksgiving. We are glad ALL could be present, so grateful for each member and for the love we share.</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/-Ri4j1HDMJfA/XeQ8fApkJbI/AAAAAAAAXg8/-QU8X0LQz78yvfJiKC2dGtvV3A6UzbuRwCEwYBhgL/s1600/younguns%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/-Ri4j1HDMJfA/XeQ8fApkJbI/AAAAAAAAXg8/-QU8X0LQz78yvfJiKC2dGtvV3A6UzbuRwCEwYBhgL/s640/younguns%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The younguns: Rebecca, Jude, Zion</td></tr></tbody></table><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/-oVm0E3bPuAc/XeQ8esovHQI/AAAAAAAAXg4/pr3MN4UlosUCmNSh_U-xG2KBn3G3sfoXACEwYBhgL/s1600/adults%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/-oVm0E3bPuAc/XeQ8esovHQI/AAAAAAAAXg4/pr3MN4UlosUCmNSh_U-xG2KBn3G3sfoXACEwYBhgL/s640/adults%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michael exhausted, worked all day; Matt; Karen and Stephan; Jimmy and Sam&nbsp;</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/-x1L7A3cdR_Q/XeQ8el9IHlI/AAAAAAAAXhA/UaQ55oU9p1oZJVBCHqhcF8LcZEiLPKvEQCEwYBhgL/s1600/proud%2BnanaCollage.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/-x1L7A3cdR_Q/XeQ8el9IHlI/AAAAAAAAXhA/UaQ55oU9p1oZJVBCHqhcF8LcZEiLPKvEQCEwYBhgL/s640/proud%2BnanaCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Malachi and Rebecca playing Mancala<br />Top right: Destiny and Skye (Kalani <i>in utero</i>)<br />Lower left: Proud Mama/Nana Leah<br />Lower right: siblings--Kayla and Skye</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So much to be thankful for, including the hardships of the past year, God's presence and goodness always!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>In everything give thanks!</i></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/0Mf7HuKi5rU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Novel Price for Two Novels http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/02/novel-price-for-two-novels/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:3b7bd631-f90c-b4b5-8bcc-d1bb4a19afdb Mon, 02 Dec 2019 07:19:06 -0500 <p>This week, two of my novels are on special! Homeless for the Holidays and Chasing Sunrise are available for the special price of $1.99. I hope you get a copy for yourself and for those on your gift-giving list. Homeless for the Holidays Christmas is coming, and Jack Baker&#8217;s finances, friends, and future are as gone [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/02/novel-price-for-two-novels/">Novel Price for Two Novels</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>This week, two of my novels are on special! <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1575287759&amp;sr=1-2">Homeless for the Holidays</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">Chasing Sunrise</a> are available for the special price of $1.99. I hope you get a copy for yourself and for those on your gift-giving list.</p> <h4><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr=">Homeless for the Holidays</a></h4> <p>Christmas is coming, and Jack Baker&#8217;s finances, friends, and future are as gone as last year&#8217;s holiday. One year ago, Jack Baker had it all &#8211; a beautiful family, a lucrative career, and a generous bonus to spend on the annual Baker family Christmas extravaganza. Now, the Bakers are homeless and clueless about what to do next. Amidst the holiday traditions and trappings, one family learns what is truly important when they lose all they have, and they still have everything.</p> <p><em>&#8220;<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr=">Homeless for the Holidays</a> is gladdening and humorous assurance that the best things in life have nothing to do with things.&#8221; </em></p> <p><em>—Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times best-selling author of The Christmas Box</em></p> <h4><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">Chasing Sunrise</a></h4> <p>He wore the uniform to protect lives, but when an assignment kills a friend he leaves the military life behind. When international killers arrive on his island paradise at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are his skills enough this time to protect those he cares about?</p> <p><em><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">Chasing Sunrise</a> is solace worth seeking, adventure worth having, and a piece of paradise you’ll take with you.Chasing Sunrise explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope.</em></p> <p><em>—Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of The Christmas Box</em></p> <p><em><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">Chasing Sunrise</a> pulls you into a hurricane of betrayal and passion and danger. It won’t let you go until the final pages.</em></p> <p><em>—Henry McLaughlin, award-winning author of the Riverbend Saga series.</em></p> <p><em><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1">Chasing Sunrise</a> is a fascinating story supported by wonderful story- telling and a well-woven plot line. This is a tale that will keep you turning the pages.</em></p> <p><em>—Ace Collins, award-winning author of the In The President’s Service series.</em></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7536" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/12/02/novel-price-for-two-novels/">Novel Price for Two Novels</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/28/1337/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:0fb63896-1bc7-6c82-3974-e082f5242178 Thu, 28 Nov 2019 09:51:45 -0500 <p><img data-attachment-id="1336" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/happy-thanksgiving/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.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 Thanksgiving" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1336" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=665" alt="Happy Thanksgiving" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/happy-thanksgiving.png 940w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /></p> Week 47 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/11/week-47.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:a5d9117f-d74d-ffe8-aaca-11ed9f8d3de2 Wed, 27 Nov 2019 15:36:21 -0500 This is the time of year when busyness intensifies and we have to be increasingly intentional to pause and enjoy the moments. This blog helps me do just that. I have to stop and reflect on each day and the highlights of the week.<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/-spV9A-pll1c/Xdm2A39NU6I/AAAAAAAAXdA/l_nUsTQ_cfgWgJPw24ixTg-LCO0YLXEBwCEwYBhgL/s1600/72226587_10100868971467626_9217647648608092160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="960" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spV9A-pll1c/Xdm2A39NU6I/AAAAAAAAXdA/l_nUsTQ_cfgWgJPw24ixTg-LCO0YLXEBwCEwYBhgL/s640/72226587_10100868971467626_9217647648608092160_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stephan driving off with a five-month supply of venison!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, it is hunting season. Stephan has been here three times and had a very successful, well-aimed shot one day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It is also birthday week for two grandsons: Malachi 21 on the 21st, and Zion 10 on the 23rd.</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/-vdnzOwBkLxU/Xdm4AgGGr0I/AAAAAAAAXdw/A2Fc4kIEz1gvyUKtcSvrbc3vceWzUKawACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/bd%2Bboys%2Bnov%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="706" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdnzOwBkLxU/Xdm4AgGGr0I/AAAAAAAAXdw/A2Fc4kIEz1gvyUKtcSvrbc3vceWzUKawACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/bd%2Bboys%2Bnov%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="281" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Favorite pics from years ago</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael's second cataract surgery (right eye) was Tuesday plus two post-op visits.</div><div>And I had a third massage treatment. My friend therapist is&nbsp; working long and hard on difusing the trigger points and releasing my left shoulder to gain greater mobility.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday my night to volunteer at Basics Jr..&nbsp; Rebecca was feeling better, so I picked her up and while we waited there was time for a fancy braid.</div><div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WCjqUtgqCt0/Xdm2AlMHGoI/AAAAAAAAXc8/oVFV37e6-ho1B0Q0dK1I9p-v9jiPpiz-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/77045115_10100868971432696_5251819179857674240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WCjqUtgqCt0/Xdm2AlMHGoI/AAAAAAAAXc8/oVFV37e6-ho1B0Q0dK1I9p-v9jiPpiz-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/77045115_10100868971432696_5251819179857674240_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our little tapping troupe, the Dancing Divas (ha!) is wrapping up the year with a couple performances, sort of as a grand finale to our time with Kayla as our teacher. She has decided she has too much going on with the many dance classes she teaches at Cornerstone for the Arts in Muncie as well as keeping up with Rebecca's activities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of those was a four-week art program at Taylor. The Art Education and Art Therapy students prepared lesson plans and practiced on elementary age students from the community. I attended the&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening program to exhibit what the children had learned and accomplished.</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/-iahLk8RFhoQ/Xdm2Bm5LZzI/AAAAAAAAXdI/3CQlhkJw3tgedOvrOAcXez7PCd0fjwW9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Rebecca%2527s%2BArt%2Bshow%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iahLk8RFhoQ/Xdm2Bm5LZzI/AAAAAAAAXdI/3CQlhkJw3tgedOvrOAcXez7PCd0fjwW9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Rebecca%2527s%2BArt%2Bshow%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca's art and photo opportunities&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>Rebecca chose the <i>abuela</i>-Becca photo-background location, ha! I was running late and did not dress up for the occasion.<br /><br />Speaking of "dressing up," Moriah sent photos of last weekend's Broom Ball, an annual "pick-a-date" tradition. This year four closest friends went together to play hockey on the ice with decorated brooms.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji2IatblPVk/Xd6TBaq2zAI/AAAAAAAAXfE/EJfJcozmFGkOgKTYTMFmQ0jO2TbFnoW_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Broomball%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1329" data-original-width="1600" height="530" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji2IatblPVk/Xd6TBaq2zAI/AAAAAAAAXfE/EJfJcozmFGkOgKTYTMFmQ0jO2TbFnoW_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Broomball%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />However, the main focus of the week was the "new" headquarters for the renamed East Central Indiana Robotics. Michael worked at the Matthews shop every available moment, and only rested the afternoon after surgery. The big push is to have the place in decent order for the first open house Tuesday the 26th.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Here you have glimpses of the rebuilding and the chaos and a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/frcteam1720/videos/2473032202915198/">video walk-through</a> on the 19th+.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-auKQ4vyn7Po/Xd6gveabYPI/AAAAAAAAXfk/jlX8zS8LigUE3Uzclz-tSVZ-9IyJDRu3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/78867730_2557731224461973_2614355041275871232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-auKQ4vyn7Po/Xd6gveabYPI/AAAAAAAAXfk/jlX8zS8LigUE3Uzclz-tSVZ-9IyJDRu3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/78867730_2557731224461973_2614355041275871232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqi9jBucYks/Xd6TBrwgJ6I/AAAAAAAAXfI/sKmoGB_CfBs5kNconadXpJtwJ_-1KRCkACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2Bmuch%2Bto%2Bdo%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1412" data-original-width="1600" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqi9jBucYks/Xd6TBrwgJ6I/AAAAAAAAXfI/sKmoGB_CfBs5kNconadXpJtwJ_-1KRCkACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2Bmuch%2Bto%2Bdo%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Next time a progress report.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_0dGbGDyPHM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> A Child’s Guide to Paying a Compliment https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/23/a-childs-guide-to-paying-a-compliment/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:30e018b6-ca8a-64c5-b084-165836109e61 Sat, 23 Nov 2019 18:19:00 -0500 They (those mysterious purveyors of all opinions) say to write what you know. Writers will agree that real life situations inspire them. Listening to conversations improves your dialogue-writing skills. Only, it is very important to consider the source of inspiration. As he approached, the butterflies in her stomach gave up fluttering and adopted clog dancing &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/23/a-childs-guide-to-paying-a-compliment/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">A Child&#8217;s Guide to Paying a&#160;Compliment</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1334" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/23/a-childs-guide-to-paying-a-compliment/world-1302959_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,427" 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="world-1302959_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1334 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=513&#038;h=342" alt="world-1302959_640" width="513" height="342" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=513&amp;h=342 513w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/world-1302959_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 513px) 100vw, 513px" /></p> <p>They (those mysterious purveyors of all opinions) say to write what you know. Writers will agree that real life situations inspire them. Listening to conversations improves your dialogue-writing skills.</p> <p>Only, it is very important to consider the source of inspiration.</p> <p><em>As he approached, the butterflies in her stomach gave up fluttering and adopted clog dancing as their activity of choice. He embodied the romantic hero of every fairytale. She smiled as he neared. &#8220;Hi.&#8221; </em></p> <p><em>He grinned. &#8220;I wanted to introduce myself and tell you that you look old and weird.&#8221;<img data-attachment-id="1332" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/23/a-childs-guide-to-paying-a-compliment/people-1316454_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_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="people-1316454_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1332 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=521&#038;h=293" alt="people-1316454_640" width="521" height="293" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=521&amp;h=293 521w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/people-1316454_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 521px) 100vw, 521px" /></em></p> <p>As my poor female character makes an awkward exit, let me assure you that I have heard those very words from the lips of some of my nephews and nieces. Thank you, kind children. Nothing bolsters one&#8217;s confidence more than hearing they look weird and old.</p> <p>My sister once received her own &#8220;compliment.&#8221; When introducing herself, a little girl misheard her name. Upon being corrected, the little girl said, &#8220;Well, if it had been Amy, it would have been a pretty name.&#8221;</p> <p><strong>I sometimes think God put children into the world to help man overcome the sin of pride. </strong></p> <p>Now, another nephew of mine was slightly more creative with his &#8220;compliment.&#8221; As someone who appreciates the finer wardrobe in life &#8212; like jeans and t-shirts &#8212; I have never considered myself a fashionista. Still, I had recently bought a long sweater. Blue, soft, comfortable, I wore it on a visit to my sister&#8217;s house.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1333" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/11/23/a-childs-guide-to-paying-a-compliment/wizard-1454385_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png" data-orig-size="614,640" 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="wizard-1454385_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=288" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=614" class=" wp-image-1333 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=386&#038;h=402" alt="wizard-1454385_640" width="386" height="402" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=386&amp;h=402 386w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=144&amp;h=150 144w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png?w=288&amp;h=300 288w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/wizard-1454385_640.png 614w" sizes="(max-width: 386px) 100vw, 386px" />I tell myself it was the long blue sweater that inspired my nephew to comment, &#8220;You look like a wizard.&#8221;</p> <p>As I searched for a mirror to double-check that I had not grown a gray beard, I thanked my nephew for his touching compliment.</p> <p>Before my nephews reach the age where they go a-courting, I am resolved to give them a brief lesson on how not to compliment a lady. &#8220;You&#8217;re beautiful&#8221; might be generic, but trust me, it&#8217;s a far sight better than &#8220;You look like an old, weird wizard.&#8221;</p> <p>In spite of their lack of complimenting skills, I love kids. After all, &#8220;children are a gift of the Lord&#8221; (Ps. 127:3NASB).</p> <p>And part of the gift they bring is humility.</p> <p>What&#8217;s the weirdest compliment you have received from a child?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Week 46 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/11/week-46.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:3ae0d9a7-ca0c-dffa-a229-120f9ae66685 Tue, 19 Nov 2019 10:07:16 -0500 This was the view out of my loft window Tuesday afternoon when I sat at my desk to write.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-uIg41xUZE/XdHJUbYRVeI/AAAAAAAAXbA/wK3Q5S50kxcBSMTfA4D0Z3C591IThrV7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74804231_10100865900222426_4997101750616850432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="885" height="193" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-uIg41xUZE/XdHJUbYRVeI/AAAAAAAAXbA/wK3Q5S50kxcBSMTfA4D0Z3C591IThrV7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/74804231_10100865900222426_4997101750616850432_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;"></div>The snow fell fast and furious Monday evening and we decided not to go to Stephan's dinner. The next morning very early we were on the road for Michael's cataract surgery scheduled for 6:45 a.m.! I was his driver on the way home. Thankfully, we made it back safely.<br /><br />Most of the week the scenery was rather bleak and bare, except when a beautiful woodpecker visited the feeders.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxbzfZfhaSE/XdLmru2sb1I/AAAAAAAAXbk/7QOwLg3XeDMk9BpKw8qKXXNb6LPMqG-BQCEwYBhgL/s1600/76706798_10100865931345056_4713456106024730624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="525" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxbzfZfhaSE/XdLmru2sb1I/AAAAAAAAXbk/7QOwLg3XeDMk9BpKw8qKXXNb6LPMqG-BQCEwYBhgL/s400/76706798_10100865931345056_4713456106024730624_n.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><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: left;">Wednesday, November 13, the two-year anniversary of Lynn's passing, I thought about my brother and imagined him looking down on me instead.</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;"><img alt="Image may contain: 1 person, standing, plant and outdoor" height="400" src="https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/23622546_10100508995861626_4288796422714349581_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&amp;_nc_oc=AQkoLG_4n0_WwonQv2G7kg9tF1CguhpSZprnjzpje-GeWLLtRvtmGW908NW5Sm0FLQw&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-1.xx&amp;oh=5dbf5b60f3fc0586ff925673081268e6&amp;oe=5E47DC7C" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="303" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rita and new little brother Lynn 71 years ago</td></tr></tbody></table>Another jaunt back in time happened as we attended the Ontario Systems celebration Thursday evening and walked down the hall lined with friends and coworkers from years ago. It was probably ten years ago that Michael walked out of there after twenty three years with the company. Large photos from the archives were displayed all around.<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/-HQjl56AaVFY/XdMZAcrc54I/AAAAAAAAXcU/61OCRCPFVRgewCtUvQij1JVJlo2ejBS9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Mike%2Bat%2BOS%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1564" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQjl56AaVFY/XdMZAcrc54I/AAAAAAAAXcU/61OCRCPFVRgewCtUvQij1JVJlo2ejBS9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Mike%2Bat%2BOS%2BCollage.jpg" width="490" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Promo photo of the dialer Michael designed</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://www.munciejournal.com/2019/11/ontario-systems-celebrates-nearly-40-years-of-history-and-community-impact/?fbclid=IwAR1pzRpvWDjgAhotto8fZqJtuhf7Z5zQ5UszYQanuC1EhmZDblAMtwGvCCA">Ontario Systems Celebrates Nearly 40 Years of History and Community Impact</a><br /><br />We especially appreciated the opportunity to greet and thank Wil and Ron for their example of integrity and the impact on our lives. Their vision statement was: "Passionate people, serving others, driving a strong economy." Faith in God and care for people were always evident. They strongly believed God would lead them into the good works He had prepared beforehand for them (<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians+2%3A10&amp;version=ESV">Ephesians 2:10</a>).<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/-r4JvAhTndH0/XdMLl9n-H_I/AAAAAAAAXb8/5A4NERuPqZwW15_3dcNMmwiEmLAOdPKNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/OS%2B40th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="777" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4JvAhTndH0/XdMLl9n-H_I/AAAAAAAAXb8/5A4NERuPqZwW15_3dcNMmwiEmLAOdPKNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/OS%2B40th.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wil Davis and Ron Fauquher, the founders</td></tr></tbody></table><br />It took me most of the week to unpack the boxes and put away the pottery from the craft fair last weekend. In the process I rearranged and condensed the entire display.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEEmai2kHv0/XdMOkIAQVkI/AAAAAAAAXcI/ij1jvtnSQNIvyxTKkty91XzhOvbxRYWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74583323_10100866442705286_7272580955955527680_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEEmai2kHv0/XdMOkIAQVkI/AAAAAAAAXcI/ij1jvtnSQNIvyxTKkty91XzhOvbxRYWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74583323_10100866442705286_7272580955955527680_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;">During this week of surgery, post op visit, and a schedule of multiple daily eye drops, Michael has slowed down somewhat.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was a long work day at the Matthews robotics headquarters. Some team members and friends converged there to move much of the equipment stored in the warehouse next door into the nearly renovated spaces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ever since the move from Madjax, it has been very difficult to find basic tools in the MESS that was the accumulation of many loads dumped there from the Muncie shop.</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/-E9PFN2Y92T4/XdPT-FEJz5I/AAAAAAAAXck/yVIVbJBPTqwMdgoyTmMndSsORCGWVkc1QCEwYBhgL/s1600/72938204_10100865898181516_3028331056148250624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9PFN2Y92T4/XdPT-FEJz5I/AAAAAAAAXck/yVIVbJBPTqwMdgoyTmMndSsORCGWVkc1QCEwYBhgL/s640/72938204_10100865898181516_3028331056148250624_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Storage area in contiguous warehouse</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day when we walked through, I was amazed at the progress--a nice reception desk in the entryway, donated cubicles set up to section off areas, tools moved into the carpentry shop, carpet down, the playing field beginning to take shape, and the machine shop equipment mostly set up.</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/-zBzMyqzBCvo/XdLmrmR1QvI/AAAAAAAAXbs/DMyEnzh1HVcCo7SK468wD148t-zBz2jmACEwYBhgL/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1600" height="128" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBzMyqzBCvo/XdLmrmR1QvI/AAAAAAAAXbs/DMyEnzh1HVcCo7SK468wD148t-zBz2jmACEwYBhgL/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entry; cubicles; carpenter shop; playing field; machine shop</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And yet there is so much work to do before the first open house next week!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, what did I do while Michael was working in Matthews? I drove up to Grace Village for a short visit with Mother before going to Malachi's birthday celebration.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We visited friend and fellow-missionary "Aunt Margaret" in her Independent Living apartment. Her son David was there. He looks in on her every day. I asked him about his memories of growing up in Argentina. He related his joys and struggles. At one point Mother asked (using her talking machine): "Do you ever regret that you are a missionary kid?" He said that sometimes he had, especially as a teenager.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmwY4s0QiKU/XdHJUXxRuoI/AAAAAAAAXbI/QTC46zG4Nu0XPzh_S-3LTuUX5CVeb9kTwCEwYBhgL/s1600/75349107_10100865900152566_5404489917017358336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="811" height="194" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmwY4s0QiKU/XdHJUXxRuoI/AAAAAAAAXbI/QTC46zG4Nu0XPzh_S-3LTuUX5CVeb9kTwCEwYBhgL/s320/75349107_10100865900152566_5404489917017358336_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;">After I left Mother at her table in the dining room, I headed to the restaurant in Warsaw for Malachi's early birthday family celebration. Only Grandma Debby and I were able to make it.</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/--qDnONDmGg0/XdHFC8bFNpI/AAAAAAAAXaw/HMlwm0J72XQqcWJTRQIgiiVm4h5JlOSvQCEwYBhgL/s1600/74586036_10100865900097676_8972118180910596096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qDnONDmGg0/XdHFC8bFNpI/AAAAAAAAXaw/HMlwm0J72XQqcWJTRQIgiiVm4h5JlOSvQCEwYBhgL/s640/74586036_10100865900097676_8972118180910596096_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Malachi will be 21 on November 21st! He may have been embarrassed by the all-restaurant version of the birthday song. Zion may have enjoyed the blowing-out-the-candles tradition more than the birthday guy :-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf4OFe3eqhQ/XdLnOZ4_CPI/AAAAAAAAXb0/g_XRunLVk1IK7QkKPcdpwMEGRIr-A1lYQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Malachi%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="1330" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf4OFe3eqhQ/XdLnOZ4_CPI/AAAAAAAAXb0/g_XRunLVk1IK7QkKPcdpwMEGRIr-A1lYQCEwYBhgL/s640/Malachi%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />But from my perspective, family times are always precious.<br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/CGOBg4g52Gc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Most Influential Pilgrim: John Howland http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/11/15/pilgrims-influence-related/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:422212e9-8d89-9739-55b3-18afe4c78af0 Fri, 15 Nov 2019 02:22:28 -0500 <p>Are you related to Pilgrim John Howland? Of all the pilgrims, John Howland may have been the most influential. He certainly had one of the greatest impacts on American history. As one of the early settlers, Howland exemplifies that America is a nation of opportunity. Howland&#8217;s  began his journey when the Separatists &#8211; those who [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/11/15/pilgrims-influence-related/">The Most Influential Pilgrim: John Howland</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Are you related to Pilgrim John Howland? Of all the pilgrims, <a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/">John Howland</a> may have been the most influential. He certainly had one of the greatest impacts on American history. As one of the early settlers, Howland exemplifies that America is a nation of opportunity.</p> <p>Howland&#8217;s  began his journey when the Separatists &#8211; those who separated from the Church of England in search of religious freedom &#8211; relocated to the Netherlands. After a brief stay in Amsterdam, the families settled in Leiden for a dozen years. While they could worship freely, life was not easy for these foreigners. When their children began to embrace the lifestyle of the people around them, the Separatists made the bold decision to travel to America. The congregation planned to establish a farming village in the northern part of the Virginia Colony near present-day New York City. At that time, Virginia extended from Jamestown in the south to the mouth of the Hudson River in the north.</p> <h3>Providential Rescue</h3> <p>On September 6, 1620, the <a href="https://www.themayflowersociety.org/"><i>Mayflower </i></a>set out with 102 passengers. Among the <a href="https://www.themayflowersociety.org/"><em>Mayflower</em>&#8216;s passengers</a>, John Howland boarded the ship as John Carver&#8217;s servant. For two months, the <em>Mayflower</em> doggedly battled counter currents and inclement weather. During one particularly dangerous storm, the passengers were told to remain below decks.</p> <p>Crammed with too many people for too long, the crowded area felt suffocating. Despite the captain&#8217;s orders to remain below deck, Howland went above for fresh air. The waves and winds buffeted the small ship and quickly swept Howland overboard into the middle of the churning Atlantic. Providentially, a trailing rope from the ship passed by the drowning man. Howland grasped ahold tightly and sailors used boat hooks to haul the wet, frightened, and thankful pilgrim aboard. Howland never disobeyed the captain again.</p> <h3>Happily Ever After</h3> <p>On November 11, 1620, the <em>Mayflower</em> arrived on <a href="https://www.plimoth.org/">America&#8217;s East Coast</a>. Poor winds and dangerous shoals prevented the ship from reaching the Hudson River and the Pilgrims arrived in Plymouth Harbor on December 16, 1620. Fellow <em>Mayflower</em> passenger, Elizabeth Tilley, was left an orphan after the first winter in <a href="https://www.plimoth.org/">Plymouth</a>. Though she had family in England and her best friend returned to Europe with the <em>Mayflower</em>, Tilley chose to stay and marry Howland. The couple had ten children and more than 80 grandchildren.</p> <p>Today, an estimated two million Americans can trace their roots to the influential Howland including three presidents &#8212; Franklin Roosevelt, George H.W. Bush, and George W. Bush &#8212; as well as former vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin; poets Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; actors Alec Baldwin, Humphrey Bogart, and Christopher Lloyd; child care guru Dr. Benjamin Spock, and my friends in California, Peter and Gwen Dailey, who were the first to tell me the story of John Howland.</p> <h3>Family Tree</h3> <p>There are so many Howland descendants that they formed their own club, <a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/"><em>The Pilgrim John Howland Society</em></a>, with about 1,200 members as well as a publication called <em><a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/">The Howland Quarterly</a>. </em>Hundreds of thousands of Americans will enjoy Thanksgiving dinner this year unaware that they owe their very existence to Pilgrim John Howland who almost didn&#8217;t live long enough to arrive in the New World. Who knows, maybe you are related to Pilgrim John Howland.</p> <p>My new book, <a href="https://amzn.to/2PrJlb3">Homeless for the Holidays,</a> is a fresh look at feeling thankful and how to express gratitude over the holiday season.</p> <div> <p>My new book, <a href="https://amzn.to/2PrJlb3" data-cke-saved-href="https://amzn.to/2PrJlb3">Homeless for the Holidays,</a> is a fresh look at feeling thankful and how to express gratitude over the holiday season.</p> </div> <h2 class="null">Click <a href="https://bit.ly/2VVrIQU" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://bit.ly/2VVrIQU">HERE</a> to hear chapter one of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1571428299&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1571428299&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>Homeless for the Holidays</em></a>!</h2> <h2 class="null"><strong>Did you begin preparations for the holiday season? <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/contact/" data-cke-saved-href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/contact/">Tell me!</a></strong></h2> <h2 class="null"> <strong><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/">Click HERE </a>to receive my </strong><strong><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-cke-saved-href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/downloads/">FREE Characteristics of Healthy Families.</a></strong></h2> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7177" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg" alt="" width="334" height="500" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg 334w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 334px) 100vw, 334px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/11/15/pilgrims-influence-related/">The Most Influential Pilgrim: John Howland</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Week 45 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/11/week-45.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:90c52657-4ac1-2d43-b140-2b26d9c705fc Wed, 13 Nov 2019 14:55:30 -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/--r_clAjWdzE/Xcrf8twUSyI/AAAAAAAAXZ0/6c8UrujOFQgAsgiurP8HDT8pk6A4taxegCEwYBhgL/s1600/74887166_10100862394662596_547939764276297728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="689" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--r_clAjWdzE/Xcrf8twUSyI/AAAAAAAAXZ0/6c8UrujOFQgAsgiurP8HDT8pk6A4taxegCEwYBhgL/s320/74887166_10100862394662596_547939764276297728_n.jpg" width="229" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Kathryn Hoyt acrylic</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The blog title change at the beginning of the year was meant to remind me to focus on the memories I'm trying to bring back and write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, this week I received a surprise via snail mail! It is so unusual nowadays to find an envelope addressed in someone's own handwriting, let alone a cousin I hadn't seen in years. The fat little packet contained a letter and several old photographs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My father's youngest brother's daughter wrote to let me know that her mother, Aunt Doris, had passed away in September. They were going through her things and wanted to send on photos that we would enjoy.</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/--tbsYf_bwrM/XcrfiEFHqgI/AAAAAAAAXYs/UeL7mS9REAwB71a2_PNFwPBdAQjvXMB3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Aunt%2BDoris%2Bcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="1600" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tbsYf_bwrM/XcrfiEFHqgI/AAAAAAAAXYs/UeL7mS9REAwB71a2_PNFwPBdAQjvXMB3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Aunt%2BDoris%2Bcollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Aunt Doris and visits with Uncle Bud's family</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Some photos were ones I'd seen before, but these of my paternal grandmother were very special candid shots. I wonder where and when they were taken and which grandchild is with her.<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/-aCS_E9poM2g/Xcrfin9Aj5I/AAAAAAAAXZE/6cyuOVqkxBIHKCQggNs5VrvNgEOSOKMmQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Grandma%2BHoyt%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1289" data-original-width="1600" height="513" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCS_E9poM2g/Xcrfin9Aj5I/AAAAAAAAXZE/6cyuOVqkxBIHKCQggNs5VrvNgEOSOKMmQCEwYBhgL/s640/Grandma%2BHoyt%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anna Leola Darcy Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael went back to work full time, and overtime, refurbishing the Matthews robotic shop. I took him lunch almost every day--cleared off a spot on the entryway table, laid an old table runner down and brought out a decent meal for the overworked man. It's relaxing and fun to look out at downtown Matthews, a small town with a long interesting&nbsp;history.</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/-gs6SKh5uKFg/Xcrfi3lkMyI/AAAAAAAAXZI/-YsWSQh8LmoWZ3zP99ohCIeJ9ib_rwuEQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Mattshop%2Blunch%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1600" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs6SKh5uKFg/Xcrfi3lkMyI/AAAAAAAAXZI/-YsWSQh8LmoWZ3zP99ohCIeJ9ib_rwuEQCEwYBhgL/s640/Mattshop%2Blunch%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch time at the Matthews shop</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had left a long to-do list for when he was gone and for those who come to help out for an hour or two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The big push this week was to finish everything that required the scissors lift before the end of the rental period.</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/-bvGvGe0QPu4/Xcrfjbs6BAI/AAAAAAAAXZM/Plg0dkYYO_AVxt-aLGAzX7l3Pgag_MlMQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Scissors%2Bwork%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/-bvGvGe0QPu4/Xcrfjbs6BAI/AAAAAAAAXZM/Plg0dkYYO_AVxt-aLGAzX7l3Pgag_MlMQCEwYBhgL/s640/Scissors%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daily progress</td></tr></tbody></table>Looking back over the work accomplished, Michael estimates they are 80% done.<br /><br />Friday was the best day for me to get away up north to visit Mother and on the way stop by my brother Alan's shop and maybe see and talk to his new wife. Raquel was not there as they haven't moved her things from Elkhart yet (this weekend) and her foster child was ill. But Alan was there during his lunch break. We had a nice chat catching up on his life, and he kindly checked the pressure on all my tires.<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/-Vdkr7sEsJJg/XcrfiUpUQBI/AAAAAAAAXYw/VD3E0q_koIw12-iSmKAC2MMvLYFfMaf0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Global%2BAuto%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1301" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdkr7sEsJJg/XcrfiUpUQBI/AAAAAAAAXYw/VD3E0q_koIw12-iSmKAC2MMvLYFfMaf0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Global%2BAuto%2BCollage.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the Global Auto shop</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Then he gave me a tour of his auto-mechanics school above the shop. It is an impressive set-up and Alan is definitely a pioneer in that field.<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/-UUM5U76wK0E/Xcrfh_aIt8I/AAAAAAAAXYk/rpG3Vn5QL_gZNIljkfj1CpfXB3OE8WbnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Auto%2Bmechanics%2Bschool%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUM5U76wK0E/Xcrfh_aIt8I/AAAAAAAAXYk/rpG3Vn5QL_gZNIljkfj1CpfXB3OE8WbnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Auto%2Bmechanics%2Bschool%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auto mechanics classroom and diagnostic bays</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Then I joined Mother for lunch. One on one direct conversation is very limited right now, but she enjoys listening in when we're in a group.<br />I like to take her some of my recently uncovered memories. This time it happened to be a letter she wrote in 1945 requesting membership transfer from the Baptist church she grew up in (her father the pastor) to the new Grace Brethren denomination she married into.<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/-sjY8J11SWWM/Xcrf83DyC-I/AAAAAAAAXZs/PN56B4sDHMkfG_wFkcih_ZmbX-l7HZi9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/75587536_10100862394557806_2255014648245911552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjY8J11SWWM/Xcrf83DyC-I/AAAAAAAAXZs/PN56B4sDHMkfG_wFkcih_ZmbX-l7HZi9QCEwYBhgL/s320/75587536_10100862394557806_2255014648245911552_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother reading old letter</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>After sharing Bingo Hour with Mother and the other fun ladies at her table, I headed back and was just in time to set up my table for the Matthews Marketplace craft fair the next day.<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/-T9PnM0NG3uI/Xcrf8lfBS6I/AAAAAAAAXZY/ED9OzcjQ3wg1IkxBNuAY8Hz2inRGFqkPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74798453_10100862394497926_3588560581579243520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="960" height="315" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9PnM0NG3uI/Xcrf8lfBS6I/AAAAAAAAXZY/ED9OzcjQ3wg1IkxBNuAY8Hz2inRGFqkPACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74798453_10100862394497926_3588560581579243520_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koch -display at the Matthews Marketplace</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;The event was not very profitable, considering the time and effort, however I had fun interacting with vendors and visitors, and especially watching the robotics team showing off the robot and talking to people.<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/-aNPj7KBdImg/Xcrkw6jN50I/AAAAAAAAXaI/yrCoNrtPa8EB8EJhKZ2M3SwkgDJiNNOUACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74643656_10100862515250936_3013538978327429120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNPj7KBdImg/Xcrkw6jN50I/AAAAAAAAXaI/yrCoNrtPa8EB8EJhKZ2M3SwkgDJiNNOUACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74643656_10100862515250936_3013538978327429120_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Team 1720 display</td></tr></tbody></table>After packing up pottery and paintings and tearing down tables, I had enough time to pick up Diane and go to Sam's birthday celebration. Michael just couldn't take time off.<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/-wi1Vde2EZoI/Xcrf8kWUXOI/AAAAAAAAXZU/Z_d1OSNT8GoPdQmImKQlnEap0jY8IfCgACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74909781_10100862394712496_7108333460866990080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1Vde2EZoI/Xcrf8kWUXOI/AAAAAAAAXZU/Z_d1OSNT8GoPdQmImKQlnEap0jY8IfCgACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74909781_10100862394712496_7108333460866990080_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam celebrating 41 years</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;A favorite moment, among the many good ones, was when Elijah loved on both grandmothers, as he towered over them.<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/-K2q1KCV62oI/Xcrf-NQSL3I/AAAAAAAAXZk/9dTc0oJAgXw2THvoGKEEx55FNUoNG_hFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/abuelas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="776" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2q1KCV62oI/Xcrf-NQSL3I/AAAAAAAAXZk/9dTc0oJAgXw2THvoGKEEx55FNUoNG_hFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/abuelas.jpg" width="297" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elijah with two proud grandmas</td></tr></tbody></table>Six weeks till Christmas, really?!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/BAsrNE2UliM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week Apart https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/11/week-apart.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb3d5096-ace3-d65e-d69e-f0208dc11c8d Tue, 05 Nov 2019 10:40:33 -0500 Father and son spent the week hunting in the wilds of Idaho with Jeff and Cody (Mike's brother's son and his son). Way off in the distance you can see the two blinds they were hiding behind.<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/-Y1HxZ_7f4kA/XcBTVIezBRI/AAAAAAAAXXM/OVkwl9g5LHMd1y6aKceflPXTInQbd3WwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/75491737_450461072262579_7743383202084945920_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HxZ_7f4kA/XcBTVIezBRI/AAAAAAAAXXM/OVkwl9g5LHMd1y6aKceflPXTInQbd3WwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/75491737_450461072262579_7743383202084945920_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />They experienced a series of adventures, including four flats in three days half-way up the mountain, and the worst cold ever. But they kept going back for more!<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/-VJSBeaeZLNk/XcCDm9-5YKI/AAAAAAAAXX4/476lqtp6oPU0nXIo8ZJ3rj3bdY7PZxtIACEwYBhgL/s1600/Idaho%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1432" data-original-width="1600" height="572" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJSBeaeZLNk/XcCDm9-5YKI/AAAAAAAAXX4/476lqtp6oPU0nXIo8ZJ3rj3bdY7PZxtIACEwYBhgL/s640/Idaho%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunters--Michael and Stephan</td></tr></tbody></table>That is, more fun and fowl. The guys packed a great supply of frozen duck and pheasant in the middle of their luggage, which did not thaw out on the long way home! And fortunately, their baggage arrived with them!<br /><br />Our adventures on the home front included high winds which tore the umbrella off the table on the deck and carried it way down to the edge of the woods.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3HUMXr-tZM/XcBTXYNw0hI/AAAAAAAAXXc/lDkij0QRhlgovyKHHjYr7ifmtIgaaJIJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/umbrella%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/-m3HUMXr-tZM/XcBTXYNw0hI/AAAAAAAAXXc/lDkij0QRhlgovyKHHjYr7ifmtIgaaJIJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/umbrella%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mighty Moriah rescued the item we should have stored away sooner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both Moriah and I volunteer at Basics Jr. and were on duty Wednesday evening for the annual Fun Fest. My main role was as <i>abuela, </i>following Rebecca around. She was so cute. Please forgive me for going overboard with the photos.</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/-Cav2gLGZWxw/XcBTVnPO_bI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/iuNP5tA6_4AKutmdtrM5qVBblAAimQuZgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Fun%2BFest%2Bfotos%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cav2gLGZWxw/XcBTVnPO_bI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/iuNP5tA6_4AKutmdtrM5qVBblAAimQuZgCEwYBhgL/s640/Fun%2BFest%2Bfotos%2BCollage.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AFAcQ6CX8/XcBTUTrVyvI/AAAAAAAAXXk/VZJMLgNmwlI5Hbm15FdRG1-SezSX3I2HACEwYBhgL/s1600/2019%2Bfun%2Bfest%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1432" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AFAcQ6CX8/XcBTUTrVyvI/AAAAAAAAXXk/VZJMLgNmwlI5Hbm15FdRG1-SezSX3I2HACEwYBhgL/s400/2019%2Bfun%2Bfest%2BCollage.jpg" width="357" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Princess and the P (Picachu)</td></tr></tbody></table><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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R4JKmhJJTo/XcBTWisfc9I/AAAAAAAAXXo/mYeUzSHJxIoT3Bu2NaWK9mfwg1QWDzO9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/Rebecca%2Bphotos%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1600" height="304" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R4JKmhJJTo/XcBTWisfc9I/AAAAAAAAXXo/mYeUzSHJxIoT3Bu2NaWK9mfwg1QWDzO9QCEwYBhgL/s640/Rebecca%2Bphotos%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;">Our first snow fall came very early this year, on Reformation Day (most commonly called Halloween), and it lasted into the next morning. It was beautiful.</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/-7Jrw91jbDiQ/XcBTUGduyNI/AAAAAAAAXXs/hVNqEuLct9A99lIE-ZT5Zi5dwbL34f-QQCEwYBhgL/s1600/74965980_10100858610101886_7036170176273842176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jrw91jbDiQ/XcBTUGduyNI/AAAAAAAAXXs/hVNqEuLct9A99lIE-ZT5Zi5dwbL34f-QQCEwYBhgL/s400/74965980_10100858610101886_7036170176273842176_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snow-covered hydrangeas</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Despite the snow, many families were out enjoying the "trick-or-treat" tradition. I only had one family visit--little Picachu and her parents.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I gave them their early anniversary gift, an acrylic based on their&nbsp; wedding-ceremony kiss eight years ago on November 1st.</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/-aUD-xu4Hol4/XcBTWCo2obI/AAAAAAAAXXw/D6rlil160I88L08R6AbbekVd3lnDu-CiACEwYBhgL/s1600/Kern%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1600" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUD-xu4Hol4/XcBTWCo2obI/AAAAAAAAXXw/D6rlil160I88L08R6AbbekVd3lnDu-CiACEwYBhgL/s640/Kern%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kerns--Matt, Kayla and Rebecca; The Wedding Kiss</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Saturday I joined the UCC Hikers and Walkers to try out the newly opened Upland trail.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Am I really that short?)</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><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/-CClUYrkQmZM/XcCVfCSY8nI/AAAAAAAAXYE/imSWOtqZSksmAiI5t1Wkmv_uMHqdb-DtACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/UCC%2BHikers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CClUYrkQmZM/XcCVfCSY8nI/AAAAAAAAXYE/imSWOtqZSksmAiI5t1Wkmv_uMHqdb-DtACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/UCC%2BHikers.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group photo, minus our fearless leader Bob Meadows</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our hunters made it back safely later that evening. Michael came bearing gifts for us two stay-at-home women.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Which one was my gift?&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/-Ia0zt5S6S8Q/XcBTU2Uaq1I/AAAAAAAAXXw/5wH0gEzghQkACzWRYKdCMffVmaupe6e6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/75419109_10100858546599146_1333732897554694144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="644" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia0zt5S6S8Q/XcBTU2Uaq1I/AAAAAAAAXXw/5wH0gEzghQkACzWRYKdCMffVmaupe6e6ACEwYBhgL/s320/75419109_10100858546599146_1333732897554694144_n.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/l7iVvsYLkUo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Fall Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/fall-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:33b44f15-6090-d36e-0e76-8cf8a2b46e08 Tue, 29 Oct 2019 11:26:44 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;We are experiencing a most beautiful fall season. I am trying to soak in the gorgeous colors before all the leaves are gone--the view out my window, the countryside on longer drives, walks on our road.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela0lNyfh50/XbdmGUBCNrI/AAAAAAAAXVE/NJkMtJ_jozoPN5W4V6SonyH5BzssVMqEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73349366_10100854709658406_6192636267172200448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="950" height="223" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela0lNyfh50/XbdmGUBCNrI/AAAAAAAAXVE/NJkMtJ_jozoPN5W4V6SonyH5BzssVMqEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73349366_10100854709658406_6192636267172200448_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Fallen leaves provide great entertainment for the young'uns and exercise for the adults. I spent nearly an hour Sunday, after a very windy Saturday, clearing the driveway of leaves and sticks.<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/-JhM_8BJpqp0/XbdmHhq19-I/AAAAAAAAXVg/fV1HfqjpEu8r9EazGRqySisG80geVKCkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Leaf%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhM_8BJpqp0/XbdmHhq19-I/AAAAAAAAXVg/fV1HfqjpEu8r9EazGRqySisG80geVKCkwCEwYBhgL/s400/Leaf%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Skye and Rebecca</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And it's pumpkin-carving season.&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/-GO5z6nXLxVI/XbdmGfAe_xI/AAAAAAAAXVs/V7DGJLsbn2QadjpvFFS-qSvCjHt27Ah0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="946" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO5z6nXLxVI/XbdmGfAe_xI/AAAAAAAAXVs/V7DGJLsbn2QadjpvFFS-qSvCjHt27Ah0wCEwYBhgL/s400/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look at the faces we designed. Any favorite?"</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Recently, I enjoyed a memory that surfaced and the story represented--young David and gigantic Goliath, BUT GOD!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any giants in your life?</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/-SGc2nFLIo9I/Xbdpen1hbiI/AAAAAAAAXWI/Sh61ZEvg340UDTiOA1yFpPo3qD7SMg9NACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/David%2Band%2BGoliath%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="1600" height="287" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGc2nFLIo9I/Xbdpen1hbiI/AAAAAAAAXWI/Sh61ZEvg340UDTiOA1yFpPo3qD7SMg9NACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/David%2Band%2BGoliath%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stephan carved this some years ago</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is the last picture of Michael at the Matthews shop Tuesday, the day before he and Stephan took off for a duck-hunting trip out west with nephew Jeff and his son Cody in the wilds of Idaho.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkVyESu2eg/XbdmGgM5F9I/AAAAAAAAXVM/b_bYwpxEvhk2SsrKT_VFDkesGJERNXwGACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73446220_10100854709074576_1239948215017537536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="853" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkVyESu2eg/XbdmGgM5F9I/AAAAAAAAXVM/b_bYwpxEvhk2SsrKT_VFDkesGJERNXwGACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73446220_10100854709074576_1239948215017537536_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;">Yes, he worked practically non-stop till the last minute and then slept through two flights and a five-hour drive to their destination.&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/-VjUZuVfMNOA/XbhRrd1nblI/AAAAAAAAXWU/WUx5Pc1t2lMuIOrWZvqTeznhKNgCuvBBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73323547_10158002119974767_7340778838978199552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="1600" height="217" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjUZuVfMNOA/XbhRrd1nblI/AAAAAAAAXWU/WUx5Pc1t2lMuIOrWZvqTeznhKNgCuvBBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/73323547_10158002119974767_7340778838978199552_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first day the weather was beautiful, great fro enjoying the scenery but not so good for upland bird hunting.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4fzJiPwXYg/XbdmG3vxP_I/AAAAAAAAXVQ/Jaf_oxm840UrK-iRQ85S3jGSOdGOyc8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74409574_10100854710451816_2327118370232598528_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1440" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4fzJiPwXYg/XbdmG3vxP_I/AAAAAAAAXVQ/Jaf_oxm840UrK-iRQ85S3jGSOdGOyc8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74409574_10100854710451816_2327118370232598528_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>On the homefront, Wednesday was a full day with a fun visitor all afternoon. Rebecca and I played games, walked in the woods, delivered a meal to a family with a newborn, colored together, and went to Basics Jr. at church. <br />Here she is showing off the little panda "Beary" that great great grandma Hoyt purchased for her with her Bingo Bucks because it reminded her of panda bear I used to have as a little girl.<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/--qLKYIYtq-0/XbdmGh8ERXI/AAAAAAAAXV0/MqwtehFmVEM9kVIcwQGGLMWy0JQhTreKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/72637631_10100854709109506_2466265470852923392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="389" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qLKYIYtq-0/XbdmGh8ERXI/AAAAAAAAXV0/MqwtehFmVEM9kVIcwQGGLMWy0JQhTreKQCEwYBhgL/s400/72637631_10100854709109506_2466265470852923392_n.jpg" width="237" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca likes to swing Beary on my exercise pulley.</td></tr></tbody></table>Thursday I visited Mother again on Bingo Store day but mostly because it was the Fall Festival where the residents welcome the community families for an evening of trick or treating. Mother had fun handing out treats, and I tricking the kids with the strange-eyed Victorian mask.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0vOLiWL5CM/XbdmHNCiCwI/AAAAAAAAXVY/JzklVw24DkMPXBD6CTXnXwfmzdQegIvfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74661736_10100854709194336_7010529771272536064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="719" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0vOLiWL5CM/XbdmHNCiCwI/AAAAAAAAXVY/JzklVw24DkMPXBD6CTXnXwfmzdQegIvfACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74661736_10100854709194336_7010529771272536064_n.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><br />Saturday morning treats from Deluxe Donuts appeared on our counter. Moriah thought of us even while out partying Friday night! I just had to take a bite while they were fresh, then I put them in the freezer to enjoy together with Michael when he returns. I hope that works.<br /><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/-SwgiC0GyjC0/XbdnaO5FoRI/AAAAAAAAXV8/JPBR9XY0ItwsKCLX6Z25_-kkfyqeNTh4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwgiC0GyjC0/XbdnaO5FoRI/AAAAAAAAXV8/JPBR9XY0ItwsKCLX6Z25_-kkfyqeNTh4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />How is fall treating you?<br /><br />P.S.:<br />The BIG family news of the week:<br />Skye and Destiny found out that their baby due in March is a BOY! Skye is very excited!<br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/0d9Nd00UXVs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> E-bikes and Me-Powered Bikes https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:cada25b2-6536-563a-2a00-2ec4000031f7 Thu, 24 Oct 2019 14:46:32 -0400 I have recently discovered that I am a biker chick. No, I am not revving the engine of a motorcycle and dressed in black leather. My one attempt to ride a motorcycle ended with a broken mirror and me miraculously not hurt&#8230;but that is another story. I prefer a regular old bicycle &#8212; fitted out &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">E-bikes and Me-Powered&#160;Bikes</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1315" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/bike-311716_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png" data-orig-size="640,347" 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="bike-311716_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1315 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=665" alt="bike-311716_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>I have recently discovered that I am a biker chick. No, I am not revving the engine of a motorcycle and dressed in black leather. My one attempt to ride a motorcycle ended with a broken mirror and me miraculously not hurt&#8230;but that is another story.</p> <p>I prefer a regular old bicycle &#8212; fitted out with a motor. In short, an e-bike.</p> <p>After a visit from my uncle where he talked about the long bike rides he took with my aunt, I was looking forward to trying out an electric bike on my next visit to Oregon. I saddled up on my electric bike and prepared to see the world from the back of a bicycle.</p> <p>Of course, me being me, it wasn&#8217;t quite that easy.</p> <p>Although I hadn&#8217;t ridden in years, riding a bike is like, you know, riding a bike. The addition of a motor just made it nicer. When faced with a hill, all you do is turn your wrist and the motor takes over. Okay, so I also might have made use of the motor when there were no hills in sight. My aunt led the way and my uncle remained in the back to help any stragglers. Spoiler alert: I was a straggler. My first time out, I turned the motor up to full throttle as everyone else in the group pulled away. <img data-attachment-id="1316" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/bicycle-1300317/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png" data-orig-size="1785,1920" 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="bicycle-1300317" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=279" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=665" class=" wp-image-1316 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=437&#038;h=470" alt="bicycle-1300317" width="437" height="470" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=437&amp;h=470 437w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=874&amp;h=940 874w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=139&amp;h=150 139w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=279&amp;h=300 279w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=768&amp;h=826 768w" sizes="(max-width: 437px) 100vw, 437px" /></p> <p>As they disappeared from sight, my uncle checked my bike and realized that I had the motor on the lowest setting. Even with it maxed out, I could barely approach a decent speed. After he told me how to fix it, I took off with the wind blowing in my hair. <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;">We rode through the countryside and neighborhoods.</span></p> <p>Nothing could stop me now.</p> <p>Until I started to hear a flapping sound. And my bike felt a little sluggish.</p> <p>Yes, I had a flat tire. My uncle drove home to get a pickup.</p> <p>The next day, we headed out again with the tires on my borrowed bike once more in working order. We raced along the route with my aunt in the lead. As we passed the place where my tire had given out the day before, crowds threw rose petals and trumpets blew &#8212; or maybe my fellow riders jokingly congratulated me.</p> <p>Not too long after we passed the point of victory, my bike seemed to grow a lot heavier on the way up a hill. In fact, it felt like my motor had given out entirely. I checked my speedometer and realized that the reason my motor felt like it had died was because it had died.</p> <p>For the remaining distance home, I was on me-power and me-power only. The wind still blew through my hair, but not quite as strongly as it had before.</p> <p>Our visit ended before we could go for another bike ride. I think this is probably a good thing, since bad things come in three, and I kind of wondered what would be next.</p> <p>Flat tires and tired motors aside, I realized I love biking. I have now started riding back home. There&#8217;s a lot to be said for biking. One can enjoy the beauty of God&#8217;s creation. One can exercise. One can breathe fresh air.<img data-attachment-id="1317" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/emotions-2713109_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg" data-orig-size="300,176" 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="emotions-2713109_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=300" class=" size-full wp-image-1317 alignleft" style="color:#2c3338;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;outline-color:#777777;outline-style:solid;outline-width:1px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=665" alt="emotions-2713109_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=150 150w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></p> <p>And if one is me, one can find a lot of excuses to laugh.</p> <p>&#8220;A joyful heart is good medicine.&#8221; Proverbs 17:22</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Week 42 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/week-42.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c6250aeb-d3c2-3df8-7b92-fb1e280492c9 Tue, 22 Oct 2019 16:41:02 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fall is in full swing! I am enjoying the welcome decor that came together.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ha, notice the reflections in the photo. Smile.&nbsp;</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/-z4f7YlzTjOQ/Xa4ZT71QWWI/AAAAAAAAXTs/MHxXQj6RcacpmXGOorxu1EGN8C1Yi-K9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73177410_10100850756196176_1211284634076184576_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1335" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4f7YlzTjOQ/Xa4ZT71QWWI/AAAAAAAAXTs/MHxXQj6RcacpmXGOorxu1EGN8C1Yi-K9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/73177410_10100850756196176_1211284634076184576_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: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">The lovely tree sculpture Stephan carved is gradually deteriorating, but still draws the attention of all who stop by. This week alone I handed out two pamphlets--a trifold with original photos and an explanation of all the icons that tell the story of our lives</span><span style="text-align: start;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">Taylor University's fall break was over the long weekend. Moriah went home for four days.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">Five international students, who'd remained on campus, came with us to Stephan's meal. It was fun to have a larger crowd.</span></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/-CudrGQiQYjA/Xa3_TIpAaKI/AAAAAAAAXSM/sM8T8O9NDegfxKCm2VFogL2TaRnj8_F8ACEwYBhgL/s1600/73032528_10100848234474726_4699100727593664512_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CudrGQiQYjA/Xa3_TIpAaKI/AAAAAAAAXSM/sM8T8O9NDegfxKCm2VFogL2TaRnj8_F8ACEwYBhgL/s640/73032528_10100848234474726_4699100727593664512_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Michael puts in long hours daily at the Matthews future robotics shop. His undivided focus <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I suppose that is the definition of <i>focus</i>) </span>reminds me of the three years he spent building our house before we could even move in. He said <i>NO! </i>to any and every other commitment other than his job and the house project.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_MUMjyv8Ok/Xa9Zc6OUx8I/AAAAAAAAXUY/fTdL5kVEj_cTIMWmP14z1YmxTCJ-c706gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72683902_10100850865841446_3906746937281347584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_MUMjyv8Ok/Xa9Zc6OUx8I/AAAAAAAAXUY/fTdL5kVEj_cTIMWmP14z1YmxTCJ-c706gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/72683902_10100850865841446_3906746937281347584_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One evening a few team students from the Indiana Academy came and helped hang studs and cut wood inserts.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxsfMSRyaD0/Xa4KW5d6r2I/AAAAAAAAXTE/nyQvegRWStUh5Pw4_PQzb1B-K9_Gy_f8wCEwYBhgL/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2BS%2BN%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="1600" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxsfMSRyaD0/Xa4KW5d6r2I/AAAAAAAAXTE/nyQvegRWStUh5Pw4_PQzb1B-K9_Gy_f8wCEwYBhgL/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2BS%2BN%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The studs go up first, next spacers are fitted between them mid wall (notice on right of photo below).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">The metal sheets are attached above and screwed into each board for stability.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw1vzVE6L7Y/Xa9Yz4ts5vI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/UeBGozrELFor9fHD1e1MjBXVRTGuwV2nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74294395_10100851241194236_248586608238919680_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw1vzVE6L7Y/Xa9Yz4ts5vI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/UeBGozrELFor9fHD1e1MjBXVRTGuwV2nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74294395_10100851241194236_248586608238919680_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The various necessary cutouts take the most time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ4mKyQH88k/Xa9dvW_FHoI/AAAAAAAAXUk/-elCkdKafqIk-fq8wkrPOOmqcIsrFWs4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73423475_10100851246748106_1224498981430624256_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ4mKyQH88k/Xa9dvW_FHoI/AAAAAAAAXUk/-elCkdKafqIk-fq8wkrPOOmqcIsrFWs4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73423475_10100851246748106_1224498981430624256_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael is working very steadily because he leaves next week on a hunting trip out west.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H55C35iSGGA/Xa4KXkzOjMI/AAAAAAAAXTM/r1hsu2tjTdoDiNi8fRiOmTupISKPRTmSwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2Bwhite%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1372" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H55C35iSGGA/Xa4KXkzOjMI/AAAAAAAAXTM/r1hsu2tjTdoDiNi8fRiOmTupISKPRTmSwCEwYBhgL/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2Bwhite%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His work is paying off. It's looking good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday night was Family Night at Basics, so I got to walk around and observe Rebecca's participation in the program.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Moriah, no longer sick, was there for the first time this semester.</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/-le7k81hLCDg/Xa4dYkBViRI/AAAAAAAAXT4/pu64ZTVmGqMWEo0eiwC1nRqmsLcRMxj4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Basics%2BJr.%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1368" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le7k81hLCDg/Xa4dYkBViRI/AAAAAAAAXT4/pu64ZTVmGqMWEo0eiwC1nRqmsLcRMxj4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Basics%2BJr.%2BCollage.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday morning was the opening/dedication ceremony for the new Upland trail. It was a beautiful day.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lot of people came out to celebrate and try out this wonderful addition to our community.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr6VcNqllo/Xa4KYmfNvSI/AAAAAAAAXTM/NASrGUvgi78Tm8fPwhMnsvUHzVRSaJdHwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Trailway%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr6VcNqllo/Xa4KYmfNvSI/AAAAAAAAXTM/NASrGUvgi78Tm8fPwhMnsvUHzVRSaJdHwCEwYBhgL/s640/Trailway%2BCollage.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was a very exciting week for two of our friends from the Writers' Bloc--Dan's book came out and Tamara's play debuted!&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/-5mhtCQ3qnnY/Xa4KW5F4kvI/AAAAAAAAXS8/6nvfpOMjBQwwrmybH8XgwQEpRAl1YVALQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Dan%2BFuller%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1410" data-original-width="1600" height="281" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mhtCQ3qnnY/Xa4KW5F4kvI/AAAAAAAAXS8/6nvfpOMjBQwwrmybH8XgwQEpRAl1YVALQCEwYBhgL/s320/Dan%2BFuller%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Although we'd read and critiqued some of Dan's chapters in our group meetings, to read the novel straight through as a whole, is far better.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is hard to put down!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOIBJ8U98C8/Xa8hss-O5wI/AAAAAAAAXUE/E8LruP1lN0kCxcAc8eB0tYLG5-yrAYY7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Tamara%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1272" data-original-width="1600" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOIBJ8U98C8/Xa8hss-O5wI/AAAAAAAAXUE/E8LruP1lN0kCxcAc8eB0tYLG5-yrAYY7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Tamara%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was so glad to be able to attend the final performance of Tamara's play--well written and directed and with a strong message. I certainly hope it is not the last time it sees the stage.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I celebrate both of my writer-friends. They inspire me to work steadily on my story.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael models the focus and dedication I need to bring it to completion.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/mFMsD_kPOD0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 41 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/week-41.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2470534a-00d2-9c4c-2d4f-70a161f8d195 Wed, 16 Oct 2019 22:49:55 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lovely fall weather held out for most of the week, and again I enjoyed several half hour walks. When possible I'd catch a ride in the morning with either Moriah or Michael to the corner of the campus and then take a different route home each time.</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/-Kq9VGUaHJYg/XacWsMZlloI/AAAAAAAAXRQ/mgPgIOyzC3UIeuHoF3d9P-5tJocZwANwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72739900_10100846794705036_1950125979443658752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq9VGUaHJYg/XacWsMZlloI/AAAAAAAAXRQ/mgPgIOyzC3UIeuHoF3d9P-5tJocZwANwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/72739900_10100846794705036_1950125979443658752_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The university president's house in the background</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah told me about the gift given to the university this year by the graduating class of 1969 to celebrate their 50th anniversary--a fountain symbolizing the servant leader concept exemplified by the towel each graduate receives.</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/-6VKzvPnLAak/XadiiIzz37I/AAAAAAAAXRg/M6u5lXEDkxEWh6IkW0t_qdgZJeZ0T_IxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/class%2Bgift%2B19%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/-6VKzvPnLAak/XadiiIzz37I/AAAAAAAAXRg/M6u5lXEDkxEWh6IkW0t_qdgZJeZ0T_IxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/class%2Bgift%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I also noticed last year's class gift, an enhancement of the area surrounding the bell tower with plaques explaining the guiding concepts of the institution.<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/-Ca5ZQX3P3BA/XacVTP37-FI/AAAAAAAAXRE/YuJJrCDHQhAR_4EaNfmJueyOFSwUAED3gCEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Btower%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/-Ca5ZQX3P3BA/XacVTP37-FI/AAAAAAAAXRE/YuJJrCDHQhAR_4EaNfmJueyOFSwUAED3gCEwYBhgL/s640/TU%2Btower%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;">Michael gets his exercise working long days at the Matthews shop. Even so he tries to go out for a bicycle ride when time and weather allow.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy sharing a lunch with him there most days. Occasionally visitors stop in. Kayla surprised us one day, and Leah joined us the next day for lunch. Most often one or more of the other mentors drop by to help in some way.&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/-NSN49PLBD7I/XacVTVa6obI/AAAAAAAAXRI/mHHGSzsO8fE-u3zOI_iyhmTq523g2NbSgCEwYBhgL/s1600/shop%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1345" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSN49PLBD7I/XacVTVa6obI/AAAAAAAAXRI/mHHGSzsO8fE-u3zOI_iyhmTq523g2NbSgCEwYBhgL/s640/shop%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gradually the old building of 100 lives, is taking on a new identity. If the walls could talk there'd be so many stories to tell. These are remnants from the past. Do you recognize the flag?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUb3u1t9bTE/XacVPhHCW3I/AAAAAAAAXQ8/nP3sZQ_0weITbHLTTQQmdv7g2hUyHHqMgCEwYBhgL/s1600/100%2Blives%2Bwall%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUb3u1t9bTE/XacVPhHCW3I/AAAAAAAAXQ8/nP3sZQ_0weITbHLTTQQmdv7g2hUyHHqMgCEwYBhgL/s400/100%2Blives%2Bwall%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A sweet memory this week was when Jude was born June 8 seven years ago. I was so privileged to be there. The blanket I knit for him was one he treasured and carried around till it fell apart!</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/-Z9lvX-FTdcc/XadlGHKD_GI/AAAAAAAAXRs/uYvcO5SHo5IEhTBsIqkIjiQrD3nLTZMdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/JUDE%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="1600" height="293" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9lvX-FTdcc/XadlGHKD_GI/AAAAAAAAXRs/uYvcO5SHo5IEhTBsIqkIjiQrD3nLTZMdACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/JUDE%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;">And here is the finished structure Sam built for his boys motivated by Jude's birthday.</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/-LpPzmoRc7Y8/XafM1JqvbNI/AAAAAAAAXR4/ZoXEJmnPodA0ZQYEaV3my9IokfZZu-gRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72632553_10162510643995594_4184750970531479552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpPzmoRc7Y8/XafM1JqvbNI/AAAAAAAAXR4/ZoXEJmnPodA0ZQYEaV3my9IokfZZu-gRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/72632553_10162510643995594_4184750970531479552_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;">It was the week of fall break, so the family took off for Kentucky (minus Malachi, the college student) combining a visit to Kristie's grandparents' grave and relatives in the area, and some beautiful recreation sites.</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/-vZ4Ly9Zutdo/XacWsgATKcI/AAAAAAAAXRY/rx1M0PDTYWgmDyOGLl4q-jMed0QJHcD9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/Fall%2Bbreak%2B19%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/-vZ4Ly9Zutdo/XacWsgATKcI/AAAAAAAAXRY/rx1M0PDTYWgmDyOGLl4q-jMed0QJHcD9QCEwYBhgL/s640/Fall%2Bbreak%2B19%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;">Saturday I took Diane and a couple of college students to America's largest War of 1812 living history event at the Mississinewa Battlefield, Marion, Indiana--like taking a step back in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed interacting with the vendors and participants dressed in period costumes, playing tunes from the late 18th century and Thomas the storyteller who regaled us with the history, culture, and customs of the Native Americans.</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/-co9JStUOT0k/XacVQMvXzFI/AAAAAAAAXRA/x9LlPhSWtB8psM9LiCl8mwatuQ3uzkMgwCEwYBhgL/s1600/1812%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="1600" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co9JStUOT0k/XacVQMvXzFI/AAAAAAAAXRA/x9LlPhSWtB8psM9LiCl8mwatuQ3uzkMgwCEwYBhgL/s640/1812%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 were not prepared, however, for the cold wind. The weather had changed so drastically during the night, that even the sunshine was not enough to take the chill off. The two girls from India have not adapted to our Indiana climate yet, so we shared one coat mittens and headband around among us.</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/-DOObA83kPj8/XacVPb_50BI/AAAAAAAAXRI/YxhqPa1m7uogPu2FH-8Vky0IJ1BY1fntQCEwYBhgL/s1600/73268240_10100846794265916_7564594596999593984_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="726" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOObA83kPj8/XacVPb_50BI/AAAAAAAAXRI/YxhqPa1m7uogPu2FH-8Vky0IJ1BY1fntQCEwYBhgL/s320/73268240_10100846794265916_7564594596999593984_n.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite 1812er and her dolly Goldilocks</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after early church, I headed up to Grace Village to attend the annual open house of the ARTcare with Grace studio. It was very special to have my brother Alan and his son,visiting from Portland, OR, join us for dinner with Mother.&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/-xKDVIT1Pq0k/XacVTJL8xqI/AAAAAAAAXQw/mH3PIhH73j4KKadCX5zNo58mEauw3nCsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/ARTcare%2Bopen%2Bhouse%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKDVIT1Pq0k/XacVTJL8xqI/AAAAAAAAXQw/mH3PIhH73j4KKadCX5zNo58mEauw3nCsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/ARTcare%2Bopen%2Bhouse%2BCollage.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>In the studio we spread out all of Mother's paintings and could hardly believe how many there were. She picked out her favorite. I have since framed it to hang in her room.<br /><br />There you have it, another full week, and only 11 more to go in 2019!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/hdCZCE6DKx4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Exhaustion and Dining Companions https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:fb07e01b-dc43-01f2-efef-9ac31f349ec9 Fri, 11 Oct 2019 17:25:39 -0400 Moving is exhausting. Writing conferences are exhausting. Vacations are exhausting. So, of course, it made sense to pack them as close together as pickles in a jar. In the last few weeks, I moved from the house I lived in for ten years, prepared and left for a writing conference in San Antonio, and decided &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Exhaustion and Dining&#160;Companions</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1299" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_111048/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg" data-orig-size="2256,4032" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569409848&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;32&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0013333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_111048" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=168" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=573" class=" wp-image-1299 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=632&#038;h=1129" alt="20190925_111048" width="632" height="1129" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=632&amp;h=1129 632w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=1264&amp;h=2258 1264w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=84&amp;h=150 84w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=168&amp;h=300 168w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=768&amp;h=1373 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=573&amp;h=1024 573w" sizes="(max-width: 632px) 100vw, 632px" /></p> <p>Moving is exhausting. Writing conferences are exhausting. Vacations are exhausting. So, of course, it made sense to pack them as close together as pickles in a jar. In the last few weeks, I moved from the house I lived in for ten years, prepared and left for a writing conference in San Antonio, and decided to drop in on friends and family in Oregon&#8211;it was only a few thousand miles out of the way&#8211;before heading back to Indiana.</p> <p>As you can imagine, finding time to write has been about as easy as finding a place cold enough to wear a parka in San Antonio. This trip was my first visit to the city, and I struggled to keep my body from morphing from solid to liquid form in the overwhelming heat.</p> <p>I wonder how I ever survived living in Brazil.</p> <p>I&#8217;ll be sharing more about my conference experiences in my newsletter (<a href="http://eepurl.com/gwT2F1">to sign up click here</a>), but first I would like to tell you about some of my dining companions.</p> <p>We were walking along the San Antonio Riverwalk when we stopped for lunch at a Tex-Mex restaurant. Our dining companions greeted us before the waitress.</p> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114621/#main'><img width="150" height="84" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=150&#038;h=84" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" data-attachment-id="1302" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114621/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569411981&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0031055900621118&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_114621" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=665" /></a> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_112853/#main'><img width="84" height="150" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=84&#038;h=150" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=84 84w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=168 168w" sizes="(max-width: 84px) 100vw, 84px" data-attachment-id="1300" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_112853/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg" data-orig-size="2256,4032" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569410933&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0009478672985782&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_112853" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=168" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=573" /></a> <p>Mrs. D was quite the hungry dining companion. At first, she was polite in her requests that we share our meals. Gradually, she grew more insistent as she did her best to clarify that she would really like a bit of sustenance. Her method of accomplishing this was to tug at our pants. When we ignored her, she tugged harder and still harder as she struggled to make us understand. She vocalized her needs, but we&#8211;cruel people that we are&#8211;ignored her. Her family and friends hovered nearby.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1301" style="width: 395px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1301" data-attachment-id="1301" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114618/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569411978&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0018450184501845&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_114618" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=665" class=" wp-image-1301 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=385&#038;h=217" alt="20190925_114618" width="385" height="217" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=385&amp;h=217 385w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=770&amp;h=434 770w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w" sizes="(max-width: 385px) 100vw, 385px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1301" class="wp-caption-text">Mrs. D</p></div> <p>Then there were the rest of the audience who were silent but gawked at us with open mouths. They each wore bright red lipstick to outline their gaping mouths, which they opened and closed to demonstrate where the food would go should we choose to share.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1303" style="width: 278px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1303" data-attachment-id="1303" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_115943/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569412783&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;32&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0083333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_115943" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=665" class=" wp-image-1303 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=268&#038;h=151" alt="20190925_115943" width="268" height="151" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=268&amp;h=151 268w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=536&amp;h=302 536w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w" sizes="(max-width: 268px) 100vw, 268px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1303" class="wp-caption-text">The Lipsticked Audience</p></div> <p>We finally rewarded their persistence by crushing leftover chips and throwing them into the water. Lest that sound rude, I should probably clarify that the dining companions were ducks and tilapia.</p> <p>Eating on the sidewalk café may have been hot&#8211;and left me with a sunburn on only one side of my neck&#8211;but I always will remember my dining companions.</p> <p>Even if they were a bit less than human.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1304" style="width: 4042px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1304" data-attachment-id="1304" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_120001/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1569412801&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0041152263374486&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_120001" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1304" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665" alt="20190925_120001" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=1330 1330w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=1024 1024w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1304" class="wp-caption-text">They were finally rewarded for their patience.</p></div> <p>Have you ever had a unique dining companion?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Homecomings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/homecomings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:51d98123-db0e-7f1a-7eea-29df2a61b361 Tue, 08 Oct 2019 14:57:04 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Loving the early morning walks this fall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvtklwx2reI/XZuglu4vOxI/AAAAAAAAXNw/29SAMxhIiZEGBlyRiqPhgHGixl3xNObQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71292799_10100842492172346_510394298340999168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvtklwx2reI/XZuglu4vOxI/AAAAAAAAXNw/29SAMxhIiZEGBlyRiqPhgHGixl3xNObQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/71292799_10100842492172346_510394298340999168_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;">Enjoying the few seasonal decorations.</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/-EvNqrEZpQQA/XZugaLwFndI/AAAAAAAAXNs/EtlNEwD85IwdtgqXS7paa4xILjq_4xJLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/fall%2Bdecor%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvNqrEZpQQA/XZugaLwFndI/AAAAAAAAXNs/EtlNEwD85IwdtgqXS7paa4xILjq_4xJLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/fall%2Bdecor%2B19%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: center;">Ivan (Hoyt sibling #4) and Kim's Indiana business trip allowed for several visits with Mother.&nbsp; Monday morning, the last time, they joined her in the ARTcare studio.</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/-gMyDQ3UmwiI/XZugYWKXipI/AAAAAAAAXN0/6yrRJrzshfYE2WfjobvrvafN-k6g_N9WQCEwYBhgL/s1600/72107963_10100842495321036_2190581278288379904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="960" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMyDQ3UmwiI/XZugYWKXipI/AAAAAAAAXN0/6yrRJrzshfYE2WfjobvrvafN-k6g_N9WQCEwYBhgL/s640/72107963_10100842495321036_2190581278288379904_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;">In the afternoon, on the way to the airport to head back to Las Vegas, they had enough time to drop by for a visit and even stop at the shop where Mike spends every day plugging away at the huge restoration project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I go every day, for a short visit, with a lunch to share,&nbsp;and to see and document the progress on the building. Michael looks very tired, but doggedly determined to persevere to the end. Occasionally a friend comes by to help.</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/-mbuYD4bvq_E/XZugaFxyZmI/AAAAAAAAXOE/DGODoLQThnwT4INQHNnF-Rdsfi3WnqPUACEwYBhgL/s1600/Mattshop%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbuYD4bvq_E/XZugaFxyZmI/AAAAAAAAXOE/DGODoLQThnwT4INQHNnF-Rdsfi3WnqPUACEwYBhgL/s640/Mattshop%2Bwork%2BCollage.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;">Friday was Grandparents' Day for Royerton Elementary. Jude is in 1st grade and Zion in 4th. Sadly, Zion was sick and couldn't be there. Strangely enough, the same thing happened last year. <i>Pobrecito.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, poor Jude also! Grandma (that would be me) wrote down the wrong time, and didn't make it in time for the planned classroom activity and tour of the school. He had been so excited anticipating my visit. So sad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I did, however, arrive in time for the entire first grade program in the auditorium. He must not have seen me make my grand entrance across to the left side and wave to him. He looked so sad throughout, like he didn't care about any one else in the audience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrfDqy6-CHg/XZynaLxftwI/AAAAAAAAXOY/EVW1R9yPPu0XyjJedQX43ofOT-fCPMqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Jude%2BGPs%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1600" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrfDqy6-CHg/XZynaLxftwI/AAAAAAAAXOY/EVW1R9yPPu0XyjJedQX43ofOT-fCPMqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Jude%2BGPs%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After their music performance, the classes were dismissed. I followed Jude's line closely all around the school, trying to catch up with him. He was up front close to the teacher. As I was approaching, I heard him say, "I wonder why my grandma didn't come." Just then I caught up with him and said, "Because your grandma made a mistake."&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kind teacher allowed me in the classroom and we completed the fun activity with questions such as, "What was your favorite lunch when you were in elementary school?" I had to explain that we did not have lunch at school in Argentina, we either went to school all morning or all afternoon. Then I got to take home this sweet note.</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/-IrBAgsBSRe0/XZzWAfYBt5I/AAAAAAAAXOo/lDeHMpEA-yUN2RiTscvR596Qecd9Kt3PACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/CCI10082019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1600" height="249" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrBAgsBSRe0/XZzWAfYBt5I/AAAAAAAAXOo/lDeHMpEA-yUN2RiTscvR596Qecd9Kt3PACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CCI10082019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Kayla's 28th birthday, October 5, she asked that we have a Friday evening Waffle and Game Night. I made a high protein&nbsp;waffle mix (1 cup cottage cheese, 4 eggs, 1/2 cup flour . . .), Leah prepared bacon, and we had a grand variety of fruit, jam and syrup toppings. The The waffles were a big hit, especially with peaches.</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/-G-y1_UKi-yA/XZuix54TQZI/AAAAAAAAXOM/bw7UovJH6B85-_hO9jrSxQ9ueKwZL3f6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kayla%2B28%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/-G-y1_UKi-yA/XZuix54TQZI/AAAAAAAAXOM/bw7UovJH6B85-_hO9jrSxQ9ueKwZL3f6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kayla%2B28%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;">Kayla brought some favorite games. A long Monopoly session took precedence. Unfortunately, the birthday-girl was the first one out. Matt, her brilliant husband, won.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I went for a walk through a path in the woods, and Winnie the Pooch, our neighbors' dog, followed us 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/-xo7A1wJT3q0/XZugYWmtj4I/AAAAAAAAXN8/t2BI20u6UXA4DsyTZnAY8rIyoQZ3GDCwQCEwYBhgL/s1600/71670489_10100842421084806_6466092423977107456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="960" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xo7A1wJT3q0/XZugYWmtj4I/AAAAAAAAXN8/t2BI20u6UXA4DsyTZnAY8rIyoQZ3GDCwQCEwYBhgL/s640/71670489_10100842421084806_6466092423977107456_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I attended two Homecoming events: bright and early, the 5K at Taylor; and later the Golden Gathering at Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Immediately after the last physical therapy session, I returned to the year-long&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;"><a href="https://www.taylor.edu/news/taylor-partnership-launches-diabetes-prevention-program">InVitATION</a>&nbsp;</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;">(Inspiring Vitality and Transformation in our Neighborhood)</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: inherit;">&nbsp;program which I'd begun in January and discontinued temporarily after the accident.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: inherit;">One of the goals I'd been working on was to build in more movement into my schedule, and increased intensity. Specifically, I had wanted to challenge myself to participate in a 5K race once a month. That has not worked out as I hoped, but I just couldn't miss the one opportunity so very close to home and on a beautiful day. I was the only female in my age category so I received a First Place medal.</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/-G4uJ0a5C-9w/XZugYqR20TI/AAAAAAAAXN4/V9GHUb3xgD0TQw-t1CIrpnubPwWbJgtTACEwYBhgL/s1600/72200297_10100842396229616_5955544374396846080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="762" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4uJ0a5C-9w/XZugYqR20TI/AAAAAAAAXN4/V9GHUb3xgD0TQw-t1CIrpnubPwWbJgtTACEwYBhgL/s320/72200297_10100842396229616_5955544374396846080_n.jpg" width="254" /></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 part of the experience was that a former student recognized me and I got to meet his family! He was a Freshman in my Spanish class at Taylor.</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/-QRovuVIGLr8/XZugYQUXwyI/AAAAAAAAXN0/vfEZlxaynEM82Zrg8V28JJlwbuMO191IQCEwYBhgL/s1600/71905841_10100841264787036_1212362889910812672_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1440" height="443" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRovuVIGLr8/XZugYQUXwyI/AAAAAAAAXN0/vfEZlxaynEM82Zrg8V28JJlwbuMO191IQCEwYBhgL/s640/71905841_10100841264787036_1212362889910812672_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carter, J.R., Bennett, Megan Briggs</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After lunch I set off for Winona Lake, visited with Mother and Aunt Margaret for a bit, and then at 4:30 joined a few dozen Grace alums from 45 years ago or more.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from the great meal and learning about the latest developments in the story of Grace College and Seminary, the best part was meeting up with a couple who were missionaries in the Phillippines with whom we had stayed in touch for many years a long time ago. So much to talk about.</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/-i7n4yWb59GE/XZugY-73kOI/AAAAAAAAXOE/lQ7PeHk8hHo9oWl417_TSU_FRwxWSUtDgCEwYBhgL/s1600/72475338_10100842396189696_8876556056222760960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="866" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7n4yWb59GE/XZugY-73kOI/AAAAAAAAXOE/lQ7PeHk8hHo9oWl417_TSU_FRwxWSUtDgCEwYBhgL/s400/72475338_10100842396189696_8876556056222760960_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jake and Lillian (Thiessen '64) Leyenaar</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael worked all day with a few other members of the robotics team to clear everything out of Madjax. Sadly, it meant a lot of heavy lifting, not enough help, and the task is not finished.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude's 7th birthday is coming up, October 8. Sam and Elijah worked three days on an-impossible-to-keep "surprise."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hiof3r_53f8/XZzWAJdipjI/AAAAAAAAXOk/cwdrP0TZdkAm3HPMfDeuzbjZ4m5FTy5lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71882614_10100842396124826_8912343974295896064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hiof3r_53f8/XZzWAJdipjI/AAAAAAAAXOk/cwdrP0TZdkAm3HPMfDeuzbjZ4m5FTy5lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/71882614_10100842396124826_8912343974295896064_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And Saturday afternoon there was a birthday celebration for family and friends, but we could not be everywhere.<br /><br />Enough excitement for one week! How was your week?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/DEGCMTkHZcg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>