My sister Jane and I used to pick out the tune of songs on our tiny little piano we got for Christmas one year. We would spend hours pecking out the notes. Jane and I would sit in the back seat of the car as we were going places and sing. I would sing the melody and Jane would do the harmony. Mom and Dad never stopped us. I am sure sometimes we were very loud. There are times when Tom and I are in the car and I just can't help myself. I have to sing. I especially enjoy listening to the music of the area where I am. The sound of the island drums in Antigua, Spanish music in New Mexico, tunes from India and China. Music is an international language. I enjoy watching the musicals the schools present. I relish concerts that I can close my eyes and soak up the musical notes floating in the air. I love music. It is so uplifting and expresses the feelings we have within our hearts. I am so thankful that the Lord gave me the love of music."Sing to God, sing praise to his name, extol him who rides on the clouds--his name is the LORD--and rejoice before him."-Psalms 68:4
It all started Friday morning when we got a call from Tom's sister telling us that his mother was not good. She was told that she and Tom should probably come as soon as they could. Tom's mother is known as Chig. (long story) She has not been in good health for quite awhile. She would not wake up Friday morning and her vitals were a little low. We hurried to see her. It was a very stressful day (as anyone who has lost a loved one knows) for the entire family. We had her checked and were told there was not anything that the Doctors could do to help her. She is 82 years old. We tried to prepare ourselves for what we expected to be her end time. However she had other plans (or the Lord did). Saturday morning Tom got up early and was going to spend the day with his mother. I was slower getting ready. My mother called to check on my mother-in-law. I somehow was so totally confused. I thought is was Friday and was surprised my Mom and Dad were home so quickly from Dad's radiation treatment. Mom of course was confused why I was surprised they were home. Do you get how my story is proceeding? After learning it was Saturday instead of Friday, Tom and I left to see his mother. We went in separate vehicles. Upon arriving, my granddaughter wanted to put her purse in the trunk of my car. No problem???????? When I got out of my car, I tried to lock the doors using the automatic door lock. It wouldn't work! Duhhhhhhh....I had not turned the car off. It was still running. One of those days ! ! ! ! ! !
We are praying for the Lord's will in the life of my mother-in-law. She has had a great life and has a family that loves her very much. She is the reason that when our children or grandchildren leave us, we all kiss and hug good bye. She always wanted some 'sugar' from her grandkids when we left. That really stuck with me. There is no doubt that she loves her family. May God smile down on her and His will be done.
'STUBBY' eating upside down. Notice his back feet on the tree
Grandpa Squirrel. (the one in the back with the gray tail)
'STUBBY' with 4 buddies
There are black squirrels in our area, just not at our house. I have threatened my son, who lives across from Whites Residential, that I am going to borrow a black squirrel to incorporate into our neighborhood. Until the squirrels do something funny again........I sign off.
They are off to Africa. . . . to be loved by a young boy or girl. I am sure they will get a perfect name. I saw on a website about the Mother Bear Project. A perfect venture for me during the winter months. The bears will be given to a boy or girl that is HIV positive or with Aids. The most challenging and fun part of the undertaking, was making each bear have a personality. My original goal was to create 20 bears and send them off. I exceeded that goal by 3 as of this post.
The bears are off to Africa. Uh Oh . . . . Appears one bear is sick already and one almost missed the boat. Have fun Little Teddy Bears.
You will be Loved.
My first memories of life were on Jefferas Avenue in Marion, Indiana. As young as I was, I remember the layout of the house. My most vivid memory is of the kitchen area. We moved to Hanfield when I was 4. Jane and I liked playing with Jimmy. He had Lincoln Logs!!! Oh how I wanted some. This is where my memories of injury first occurred. Jane hit me with a rock and left a scar on my face for years. Moving to Wabash a few months later, we relocated to the house on Waterworks Road. It was a rented farm house. This was to be our home for many years. I had the most enjoyable, happy, sheltered childhood. Growing up in that house was magical. We didn't have much. It didn't matter to us ( Me, Jane and Barbara). We were rich in so many other ways. We had a happy family. We had lots of imagination and used it to create our world of play. There were no electronic games. We had to make our own games and entertainment. The memory I hold most dear from the house on Waterworks Road is the sun shining through the front door on a Saturday morning. The house was clean, cartoons were on, and Dad would be home at noon. Fig Newtons, hot dogs and chips was the menu for lunch. Afterwards we would go outside and play. There was the area in the woods where we created a 'house'. We had one bike to ride until it blew a tire. The small piano developed our love of music. Paper was used for all the test we forged but were never given. Queenie was our dog. She was a wonderful, devoted, and protective play mate. Living in the house was also the place we grew into young people. My first date with L.V., popcorn on Sunday evenings,(Dad taught us to love it) our time spent with the four best cousins ever, helping Mom and Dad build the 'house across the road'. As I grew older, responsibilities grew also. Aside from the notorious times of 'being in charge' while Mother worked, most of our time was spent together as family. Mother and Dad were an excellent example of what family is all about. I took that example into adulthood with my own family, and the families of my sisters. I will forever be thankful and honored to be my parents daughter. I am so thankful that I was given life and an opportunity to live a life filled with happenings. Thank you Mother and Dad for the gift of life you created.
The most memorable day of my life was in November 1980. I became a Child of God, when I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. On that day, the world became a more beautiful place to live, and my life was not mine any longer. I am eternally thankful and grateful to the Lord for taking a sinner and changing my heart.
To my husband T. for making life a grand adventure and giving me a love that I can envelope myself in.
To my children and grandchildren, you have enriched my life beyond what words can express.
"Once I was looking through the kitchen window at dusk and I saw an old woman looking in. Suddenly the light changed and I realized that the old woman was myself. You see, it all happens on the outside; inside one doesn't change."
Fear: noun/ alarm,apprehension.
Fear is the opposite of everything we are. It causes emotional distress and avoidance behavior. If you remember a time when you were afraid, you will connect with the definition of fear. Fear is a thief. The saddest of all reactions to fear, is how it will rob us of experiences and enjoyment. Our fear of the unknown will stop us in our tracks and completely prevent people from attaining their dreams and savor the excitement of adventure. Can we better prepare ourselves so we can avoid fear? Worry and fear together with their offshoots: anxiety, bitterness, impatience, unkindness, judgmentalness, and condemnation—all attack the body at the cellular level. It is impossible to have a healthy body under these conditions.
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones” (Proverbs 3:5-8).
Fear displays its ugly self in despair, doubt, suspicion, misgivings and panic.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you” (1 Peter 5:6-7)
Worry: verb/ to be or make anxious, troubled
Worry robs us. It takes our precious time and turns it into agony. It will make you distressed, unsettled, perturbed, feelings of despair and tormented.
'The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.'
Worry takes our comfort. It cheats and plunders our confidence in what the Lord can do. Can any of us change the happenings in our lives? Worry is like a thief. It withholds precious time and energy that could be used to help and assist ourselves and others. It takes our confidence, boldness, self esteem and independence. We consume our tomorrows fretting about yesterday. Troublesome worry is time spent on events that may never happen.
“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19).
This entire entry was inspired by my friend at BeeMusing.
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