DESPERATION?

As today's news informs us of yet another shooting of multiple person's, I prayed and then began to think how desperate satan is continuing to be, perhaps even "amping" it up some. There are still 30,000 children dying every day, the war in Afghanistan, Iraq and other areas is recently escalating and then, add in all the other things we don't know about and those things that we as individuals experience, plus the daily news reports.

Then I thought, this must mean Jesus' return is closer. Then I thought duh, of course it is...with every breath I take. I'm sitting in my nice warm house, food to eat, bills paid, healthy, enjoying my family and friends, worshipping freely, car in the garage, free to express myself and that list of blessings goes on and on. We are so protective of our life and lifestyle, that we fail to see none of this matters much if we aren't of good character and morally upright.

Our nation seems to be imploding from within...rumors of ugliness, actual ugliness and chants for our "rights". When things begin going upside-down in our country, why do so many become fearful and "feel" like we don't somehow deserve it! What makes us as a country so special that no harm could befall us? We are in such a mess within the goverrnment as well. Change? Well fortunately, I still have a little in my pocket. No longer a Christian nation? If that means a nation full of Christians, that would be a true statement...that is not the majority. The majority may say they believe in God, but that's not a Christian. If the statement not a Christian nation means that there are many "religions" here, that would be a true statement. If the statement not a Christian nation means God is no longer the one who is worshipped and honored as a nation, that is becoming to be a true statement. Woe is us!

Even Christians are getting lazy. Where is the community excitement, joy, work, giving? Small pockets here and there. Some churches relaxing, others moving. Most Christians busy and just plain worn out...tired, tired, tired. I recently heard on the radio that we are not scripturally told to have balance in our lives, but to manage our circumstances. If you're tired and worn out, no drive, self-absorbed, then you are not managing too well with your partner, Jesus. This tiredness does not refer to those who are serving and managing children, etc. If you're doing something, we all get tired and thank God for rest! Just referring to those who are tired because they do nothing! I learned last Sunday that we must be willing to change something to achieve goals. I learned that we are not to pray for protection in persecution, but boldness in persecution. I learned we are to be generous people!

I am excited in the changes that my partner Jesus and I are making. The Holy Spirit has been very active. There were so many areas in my life that needed change and what a refreshing feeling that is! Almost like moving into a new, clean house. The only difference being, I still live in this "house" which is aging and wrinkling, but feels so new and fresh! My new tee shirt says "God's child, cleverly disguised as an elderly woman". Love it.

Well, if you ever check my blog, you know that I could write for hours, so will stop for now. May your days be blessed.

TRANSITION

September 22nd is almost here! Fall will arrive! Some blossoms are beginning to fade, Fall ones are coming on...the tomatoes and blueberries are on their "last legs", but the grapes, kiwi and nectarines are ripening nicely! I took some photos around our yard this afternoon that show these very things.

You wouldn't want to see photos of me in transition! I can go from Spring to Winter in an hour! However, the transition comes less often, not welcomed nor enjoyed and the joy of sharing all my moments with my Lord becomes paramount. This morning in church, two words were spoken that added to my journey in this life. It was not a Bible verse, but just two words intertwined with others, that made a difference...not in spiritual growth, but in perspective! In about a week, I'll share those words. They are in the process of being printed on a T shirt, along with other appropriate words! The past 5 weeks have caused a "soaring of my spirit"...cementing my purpose and therefore my passion!

Yesterday...I attended an event in one of the downtown parks with a couple of friends...found some great items, including a couple of Christmas gifts. Can you believe Christmas is only a smidge over 3 months away! Earlier that day, I went to a soccer game that 2 of my grandkids were playing in. They're just learning the game at age 4...not what they expected. My granddaughter is EXTREMELY competitive, you know, a Legend In Her Own Mind type of thought...she was already pro, screaming crowds, etc. Well, the reality was that she got kicked in the shin (by one of her own teammates, no less), a big bully boy (not really), on the other team kicked the ball away as she was about to score and, she realized that the other team was making way more goals! This caused her to fold her arms across her chest (always a sign of impending trouble), march off the field, announcing she was quitting soccer, never playing again, it was too hard! (At her mother's wise insistence, she returned to the field as part of the TEAM!) My grandson hung in there, although I'm told on the way home, he too was DONE with soccer. He's waiting for baseball. His sister hates baseball! However today, they are both anticipating their next game!

Even earlier than the soccer game, I was a guest at a bridal shower for my daughter-in-law's sister, who is getting married early next month. It was so much fun...beautiful people, food and surroundings! Whenever I attend a shower or a wedding, I find that part of me is a little jealous. You know, all is ahead of them...not many mistakes made yet...and they have all this opportunity to get it right! Then, I remember I had the same opportunity...all was fresh and new, the anticipation was huge and we both KNEW what it would take to keep it continuing to be fresh and new! What it has become and will continue to be, is a journey of love, disappointment, love, anger, love, self-centerdness, love, disbelief, love, loneliness, love, laughter, love, tears, love, but above all, commitment! We have the Lord to thank for that, because in our own strength, we may not survive the hard days! (Don'cha know?!) I'm traveling to North Dakota later this month, so thought I'd throw that in! ;-)

I hear that the channel has been changed in the next room...why, I do believe I hear...can it be? football! Actually, I don't mind, rather enjoy it! So, enjoy your evening, whatever it is and have a beautiful and blessed week!

SOME PICS AND A BIT OF THIS AND THAT

I love making a few changes in my home here and there...rearrange nic-nacs, a little paint, a new pillow...nothing too major (yet!) Wait till next Spring, though...have BIG plans for the kitchen. So as you can see by the pictures above, my fireplace mantel is now black and I love it! It used to be a glaring white that just didn't compliment the look I was going for. My hubby also phoned me about a great buy on a wicker trunk, so moved out the footstool and in with the trunk. He also phoned me about a VERY great buy on a wicker rocker. That just didn't go with my living room (actually, no room for it as you can see!), so moved it into the bedroom and it makes for a cozy corner for reading and Bible study. My desk is just to the right of it. Very nice.

I moved a bedroom lamp to an end table in the living room, purchased another table lamp on sale, bought a "boat basket", placed it on its side on the mantel, bought a few silk flowers, snipped and arranged, added some candles and voila...it has a totally new look.

In the kitchen, I purchased an old tray, probably from the '50s, and placed my folded cloth napkins on it. Have had trouble with my computer "freezing up" tonight, so don't know if I can get anymore pictures on at this time. Will try.

We'll be camping, doing some traveling and helping with a wedding between now and mid-October, so probably won't be writing until then. I do have some subjects (surprise!) that I very much want to share thoughts on, so hope you'll check back!

GREAT RECIPE FOR FREEZING CORN

How quickly time goes! I did not realize how long it's been since I've posted anything here! What with summer camping, 3 or 4 short trips and a myriad of other things, time does get away!

One of my little projects this summer was to freeze corn. My hubby shucked 75 ears one afternoon, and I cut the kernels off of 60 of those ears! This recipe is so delicious! Out of 60 ears, I got about 12 freezer bags, each filled with 2 or 3 cups of cooked corn.

8 cups of raw corn cut off the cob
1 cup half & half
1 stick margarine
2 Tbs sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt

I doubled this recipe, completed it, then started over again with another double batch.

Mix and bring to boil, continue boiling and stirring constantly for 5 minutes. (Be sure to stir as it can easily burn) Cool by placing pan into sink filled with ice water. Bag and freeze. To serve, place bag in hot water until it loosens, than dump corn into a pan and heat thoroughly. Enjoy!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

This is the 12th year that I have not looked for that special Mother's Day card. I loved to read and purchase the ones that made me cry...then I knew they were really good!

I didn't know any of the women ancestors in my family beyond my grandmother's. On my dad's side of the family, I remember his mom so well. I often spent the night with her and grandpa. She would let me take her long white hair out of it's bun, and comb it. Grandpa always made sure to caution me, somewhat gruffly as I remember, to be careful and not hurt her. She would assure him I wasn't. The next morning I pretended to enjoy the lumpy mush or oatmeal that she made for my breakfast! My grandma had 8 children. She had 2 sons, then a daughter, then another son (my dad), then another son who died at birth, then another son who died accidentally when he was 4, then she had her 7th child, a girl, who is the only living sibling, and then her 8th and last child, a girl, who lived just 6 days. I often wish I had been of an age where I would have been mature enough to talk to her about the deaths of these children. I am sure I know how she found strength during those tragedy's, and that was through God's word. Her Bible was well marked. She had a very sweet spirit and I look forward to seeing her again!

My mother's mom was of Swedish descent and came to this country with her son and daughter (my mom), in 1914. My grandfather had been working here and saved enough money to send for her and his children. He was a police constable before coming to the US. Six years later my grandparents had another daughter, who is the only living sibling. This grandma was very short, as opposed to my paternal grandma, who was tall (like me!). My little Swedish grandma became a widow in her early 40's, and never remarried. She never lost her heavy accent. She was a very hard-working woman. Both she and my grandfather became US citizens and learned English. I sometimes spent the night with her and she was so thrilled. She was a harder woman to get close to and again, I wish I would have had more maturity as a child, more compassion. I look forward to seeing her again!

My mom was a shy person and suffered from mild depression. She loved my dad very much and loved me and my brother. She was known as a "giver" and liked to help others. My dad passed away in 1980 and my mom in 1997. She did not remarry and I know there were some lonely times for her. But she filled them with things and people that she enjoyed. She very much enjoyed all six of her grandchildren and would be thrilled to know she has 16 great-grandchildren and 4 great-great-grandchildren!

We are a part of all those who have gone before us...one grandma's height, (and I like to think I've developed her sweet spirit, or at least am in the process!), the other's tenacity, my mother's love of care-giving, and other qualities given me by the beautiful women I have yet to meet! The picture above is of my paternal grandmother as a little girl, and the other picture is a rare one of my very shy mother!

What a glorious reunion we will all have when God calls us home! So, Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful women...past, present and future!!

BLUE SKIES, GRAY SKIES, SUN AND RAIN

My lovely sister-in-law passed away May 4, 2009. She was 69 years old and my husband's only sibling. She was diagnosed with breast cancer about 7 years ago and it has been a continuing battle, metastisizing to many places in her body. Praise God, she was a follower of Christ. She is singing with the angels; healed; home. What a joy and blessing to know that we will spend forever with one another and with our saved families and friends!

Recently, one of my daughters and I left on a 4 day trip together...mainly to visit her son in college, but did leave one day early to just have a getaway at the beach. What pleasure to write in the sand, find treasures washed up on the shoreline, feel the salty breeze and gaze into the forever horizon. Bitter cold and raining one afternoon while the morning brought sunny skies and warmth! Amazing!

Visiting a 21 year old grandson in college is also amazing! The familiar and oft-used phrase..."how did that happen"...comes to mind. Yet I know exactly how it happened...I got old! He's still young! Reading news articles that give ages of the deceased, or the victim of an accident or crime, makes me gasp if the given age is 70, give or take 5 years. They are referred to as an "elderly person". Well, the faces may be more or less creased with wrinkles, but the heart and mind isn't!! I don't "feel" old. But lately, I do think I've begun to understand that I am getting there! My eyes tear up more easily, I long for things I can't have, loneliness overcomes me more often and the aches and pains hit a bit harder and more frequently. I have never been a complainer, but find I want to be! Guess it's just a call for understanding, not sympathy.

I'm a bit of a "ramblin' rose" today! Gonna' head for the shower and get ready for the day, since I've already had breakfast and lunch! Got hooked on watching DaVinci's Inquest this morning. No, not THAT DaVinci...this guy's a coroner on a TV crime serial. Good program! Hope you're blessed with a beautiful day!

FRIENDSHIPS AND ........

The handsome gentleman in the above picture, is a personal friend that I visit once or twice a year! He never gets any older and therefore doesn't realize that I do! He's really a "steady Eddy", don't you think? ;-)

We spent 3 wonderful days with my best friend and her hubby, over the Easter holiday. Had such a great time. My best friend and I met when we were age 5. We've had such a special sense of how to keep our friendship going...even after a terrible year in high school where we didn't speak to one another for several months! I don't really remember who "went first" to patch things up, but we did! That's pretty tough when you're a teenager of 16! Our lives after high school went a different direction, and other than for a short period of time, we haven't lived in the same town, or even state for that matter. We have lived 4 hours apart for the last several years and talk on the phone frequently. Even though we were half a continent away from one another for an extended period of time, we never lost our connection. How precious to have a friend that has known you since you were a child, and can still laugh, cry, reminisce over one another's families, and feel that we are truly sisters! Love you, best bud!

When I was young, it was difficult to have more than one friend at a time, unless it was a very large group and no two were "best" friends. There was an exception to this when 4 of us just got along and had the best time together! I think that was due to personalities that just meshed. But as I age, my heart has expanded and made room for several friends. Some are only a distant memory now, others are simply gone, yet many remain so necessary to me. By this, I mean there are friends that cause me to think more than I'd like to, sometimes! Others that keep me in stitches. Some who bring out a more tender, compassionate side of me and still others who are steady and reliable. Each one fills a niche in me whose loss would be noticed if they weren't in my life! I also have a cousin that is like a sister to me! We no longer live in the same area, but each time we visit one another, it's like it was yesterday! The most special part, is that nearly all of my friends are saved, and we get to spend forever together!! Whoo-hoo! :-)

One of my friends and I went to the mall the day after we returned from our getaway. My friend walked out with such an adorable puppy! A little 3 month old Bichon/Poodle mix. She has future plans for him to be a hospital therapy dog! What an inspiration that is. This particular friend has health issues that would have laid flat the strongest of men! God picks her up time and again and gives her the most amazing joy I've seen in a person! The next day we met at the vet's...her puppy for a well-puppy checkup and my dog for his rabies and bordatella vaccine. So, all the best to her and Benjie!

Also this week, visited one of my daughters a couple of times, had fun conversations with my son and also my other two daughters. My oldest daughter and her hubby will be visiting soon! Today, I had lunch with another friend, and as usual, the time went too quickly! We could visit for hours, if we could find those extra hours! Tomorrow night, some fairly new friends are coming to dinner, and we are both looking forward to that.

To round up the next couple of months, going on a 4 day trip with one of my daughters to visit her son in college, modeling in a hair and fashion show in mid-May, attending my son's college graduation and a grandson's high school graduation when another daughter and grandkids will be visiting, then in early June, having shoulder surgery if I don't chicken out! :(

Intersperse this with birthday club, church activities and some home projects, and I should lost a pound or two!

I am so excited about my home projects, and expect to get those underway this next week! Or, maybe not, as I look at my calendar realistically. Wish I could just phase out sleep!

WHAT AM I THINKING?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Keep it short,
Or your readers will be few!

Just read on the internet that written articles on blogs should be short and sweet! Mine are long and opinionated! Well, well! So, I guess that answers my question as to why I'd put out a request to nearly 50 people to read and comment, and about 2 a day check it out, no comments and about zero time spent reading! Sorry about that! Guess this will be for my venting time! She was a legend in her own mind! ;-)

ADOPTION

When I was in grade school, I asked my mom if I was adopted. She was quite taken aback by this, and rushed to show me my birth certificate and newspaper clipping, proving that biologically, I was theirs! My best friend was adopted as a baby. We met when we were 5 years old and are best friends to this very day! I have never since that day to this, thought of my friend as having a different kind of parent, or being loved less, or more insecure, any of those things! Later in life, I have had other friends who were also adopted. One of my cousins adopted 2 children, then she had a biological child. Have you ever heard anyone say that someone "adopted 2 or 3 children, then had a surprise one of her own?" What were the other 2 or 3...not her own?

This article started as a follow-up on an article written by one of my daughters who has adopted 2 children from C*hina. In 2005, she and her husband had 3 biological children, ages 17, 15 and 12. They adopted a 10 month old daughter. In 2007, they adopted a 28 month old son. So now, the parents are ages 42 and 44, and the kids are 21, 18, 16, 4 and 4! (They also took in an exchange student from So. K*orea for the current school year!)

When I first held each of my 11 grandchildren, there was not one speck of difference in my love for any of them. That says it all...no further words or explanation necessary.

Has there been a difference for those two little children? Yes. There are needs not found in a newborn you have given birth to, loved, bonded with, met needs for and built a home of security for. Most adopted children from third world countries had a life before becoming our family member. The best I can do here is present you with a word picture: imagine your 2 year old, taken by you, to a strange building many miles from home, carried into an office-like room with many strangers and other little children, most crying or screaming, many faces not looking like yours and speaking words not understandable. At some point, the child is "handed over" by you and you quickly leave the room. Do you think that 2 year old is grateful and realizes how much they have been longed for and how much they have been loved before they were seen? No! Most react with screaming, kicking, biting, absolute terror! Our precious God begins to quiet these little ones, but as with us, it is a process. There are many sites and books that would give you insight into these children's lives, before and after. One book I recently read, "Silent Tears" by Kay Bratt, was definitely a worthwhile read.

James 1:26, 27: If anyone thinks he is religious, without controlling his tongue but deceiving his heart, his religion is useless. Pure and undefiled religion before our God and Father is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unstained by the world. (Holman Christian Standard Bible)

This article has come about due to some painful experiences by many who have adopted children, particularly those who have been older and from other countries. Most newborns in other countries are not allowed to be adopted until they are older, although this is not true in all countries. Much can happen in the early months and years of a child. Many adopting parents are "older" parents, meaning 30+ and 40+. Socially, life changes as well, as they are now new parents of infants and toddlers. Their friends are parents of middle-school, high school or college aged kids. Other parents with very young children are usually 20+. Suddenly, you are in "The Gap"! You don't quite fit in with very young first-time parents, and your old friends may begin to find you a bit tedious! Oh yes, and that can be vocalized in uncaring ways, even though not meant to be mean-spirited. I have witnessed attitudes that are completely heart-breaking. There is as much excitement over adopting a child as there is giving birth, admittedly in a different way, but the anticipation is the same in your loving heart! To not have your child greeted or welcomed, visited, oohed and aahed over, is extremely hurtful. To walk into a room of young mom's with your new child, to only be told hi and glanced at, and left standing there, is very awkward and very mean...sort of like high school days. These mom's with their new children, HAVE to devote countless hours, days, months, to bond with them. To reassure them that they are loved and not going to be sent away yet again. A few months ago, it was mentioned that when J*, the student from So K*orea would go back to K*orea, 2 sets of 4 year old ears perked right up! They asked a question..."do we go back to China?" Their eyes were big and a bit frightened and confused...perhaps startled would be a better description. They carefully listened to the explanation given, and sighed with relief and understanding that they would not be sent away from their family!

I just want to caution each of you in guarding your tongue with comments to other mom's. This includes those who continue to have biological children as well. Your opinion as to whether or not someone else should not have more children, whether biologically or through adoption is not only tactless and none of your business, but painful. Listen to some remarks made by "friends"..."Am sure glad it's you and not me!" (They are glad as well.) "Wow, why would you want more kids when your others are nearly grown...time now for you and your husband!" (They have always made time for their husbnad, why haven't you?) "I don't agree with adopting outside of our own country...there's so many kids here." (There are lots of kids "over there" too! God loves them all and they all need homes.) "I'd go crazy staying at home with little kids at this age...it's time for me now!" (Well, just go and have the time of your life!) These are just samples of some remarks. But probably the worst is no remark of any kind...absolute silence...no phone ringing, no knock at the door, no nothing! Can get pretty lonely, although it wouldn't be traded for anything and would be done over again if given the choice!

So, it's the old "competition" mode for some:
two kids v. four or more kids
stay-at-home mom v. working mom
home-schooled v. public school
Christian school v. public or private school
breast-feeding v. bottle
blah blah v. blah blah, and the list goes on!

Who cares?! If it works for you and it's how you are led, why would someone else's opinion matter? We were recently out with several other couples our age, and one of the men said, "I just can't believe some people home-school their kids! All of them turn out weird!" I just stared at him and said, "That's not even a true statement! I've been around home-schooled kids who are delightful, intelligent, trustworthy, as well as some that had low morals and didn't learn much. I've also been around public, Christian and private schooled kids who are exactly the same...delightful, intelligent, trustworthy, as well as low morals and didn't learn much!" Who cares! If it works for you, do it, and leave everyone else alone!

If you want to stay at home and raise your kids...making them your ministry...do it! God will definitely bless that choice! If you can't stand to stay home, or can't afford to stay home, then go to work, and do the best you can in both worlds! It's nobody's business. Do it, if it works for you and your family. Sometimes, there's not a choice.

If you don't want to have children, then don't! If you want to have 15 kids, then do it! Who cares and whose business is it anyway? Okay, some will say but then the government has to end up supporting some of these kids. So what?! The government supports lots of "things" we're not in favor of. Always has, always will.

So, be kind to one another and love one another. If you're too busy to be a friend, I feel sorry for you!

If God's word says to look after orphans and widows, I consider this to be a church ministry. It should be valued and supported as much as any other ministry. So, blessings to all of you who reach out to embrace God's children...

FOR SOME, IT IS NEVER ENOUGH!

Before I begin to write about what is on my heart today, I just wanted to share some photos I took this afternoon in our front yard. What a beautiful blue sky day, just enough of a breeze to set the bright yellow stems of the forsythia waving to me, a myriad of little spring flowers blooming with the promise of summer, and yes, my little ducks just as happy as they can be! They are virtually happy during all four of God's seasons! The soon to be fully unfurled leaves against the blue sky is a beautiful contrast...one comes and goes, the other remains constant. We know that blue sky and sun is always there, even when cloud or fog-covered!

The months of Spring have such cute little rhymes to herald them in, such as: March goes out like a lion and April comes in like a lamb! April showers bring May flowers! In the merry, merry month of May! Then June 21st will arrive and it's summer once again! The intense heat that we experience for awhile, is my least favorite time of year, but I remain a reasonably good sport and happy that others are having such a blast! Just give me air conditioning! My most favorite time of year is Fall and it includes one of my favorite holidays, Thanksgiving!

Since my hubby and I are using the Chronological One Year Bible for our mutual devotions this year, the reading in the Old Testament only, has invoked much thought, hence the title, "For Some, It Is Never Enough!"

The Israelites were and are, so loved and protected by God, made supernaturally wise and strong, He went before them so many times, provided them victory in countless battles, appeared to some, spoke to some, His Spirit indwelled some for specific purposes, provided them with sustenance, gave them explicit instructions with both the reward that could be received through obedience, and the consequences for turning from Him and being disobedient. Yet time and again, God's love, protection, victories and compassion, was not enough for sinful man. Time and again, they disobeyed and suffered dire consequences. They turned back and received blessings, then turned around again and received their due consequences. God's love, compassion and blessings were just not enough for the majority. The words of His prophets were not enough. Manna was not enough. Providing an escape from Egypt was not enough. The Promised Land was not enough. Nothing was.

So what does a loving Father do? He forgives yet again and continues to love. This time, the final act of love...the giving of His only begotten Son, as a gift that would continue to each generation, until God says, "Enough". Amazingly, the sacrifice of His Perfect Son is...not enough. Right at this moment, my eyes are filling with tears...I cannot believe it...it's not enough for some! Yet I know that as long as any are breathing in and out, given continuing life, that their heart can open to their Father and receive his most marvelous gift.

If you are a believer, please recognize that each second on the clock is one second closer to Jesus' return! You need to tell people about Jesus! If you are not a believer, please recognize that each second on the clock is one second closer to you passing into eternity. That's forever! No second chances!

Have you ever read God's word? Begin with Mark or John. As you read through the New Testament, ask yourself what is on those pages that you find to be a very poor way to live and treat yourself, your family and your neighbor. If right now, you are involved in things that you enjoy, specifically those things that God condemns, know that you can still accept Christ as your Savior, and you will be amazed at how quickly your new life in Christ will willingly turn from the sin that has you in bondage! You will be free!

Jesus died that we may live. Please seek God and you will find Him. That is another promise. I am praying for YOU!

SMOKER?

This is not a recipe nor preachin'! Just some suggestions if you, or someone you love, is still a cigarette smoker. I do have some helpful hints toward making a plan to quit for good! The above picture is a typical day in Bei*jing, *China...very smoggy, plus everyone smoking!

Based on what, you may ask? Based on smoking from September, 1960 until Jan 1, 2004. A total of 43 years and 4 months! It has been 5 years, 2 months and 28 days since I quit! Yeah, I know, who's counting?! From 1991 until 2004, I made a few attemps at quitting. Other than being hospitalized, the quitting time never lasted longer than 12 hours. Even when I "promised" to quit, set that all-important date, let others know my quit date, it never happened. I did quit smoking in my house in 1989. I learned to love going outside and relaxing with a cigarette, no matter what time of day, or what kind of weather. If my phone rang, I went outside to talk. When I finished a project, my reward was to go outside and relax. If I woke up during the night, I went outside to what? Smoke! First thing in the morning after rising, last thing at night before retiring. Loved going out for coffee and having a you know what! A few, in fact. On an average day, I smoked 1 pack, eventually smoking a very mild cigarette. (Some smokers who asked to "borrow" a cigarette, even turned me down and asked why I bothered at all!) There were times I increased my usual amount by half, then other days when I decreased it by half.

I fooled myself into thinking I could stay healthy. After all, no one I knew of on either side of my family had ever died of lung cancer, in fact, cancer was not really that prevalent in my family, so of course, I could escape that horrible C word. Also, when I was in nurses training in college, we had to take a breathing test that measured our lung capacity...mine was the second largest in the class. Also, I am a very shallow breather, have been since my earliest memory. So, I never inhaled deeply (although I did try the French inhale in college because it seemed to be so cool! ;-) Yikes! I retained a lot of energy, very active, learned to wear a certain jacket outside, so that nothing else smelled of smoke. I surprised many folks that eventually found out that I smoked, as they had no idea. I was pretty careful. The hardest times were going to church camps or retreats. I smoked very little at those times, however, would go for a "long walk". Not sure if I fooled anyone, and fortunately, didn't set the forest on fire...was VERY careful! At times, there were functions I didn't attend, because I would be unable to smoke. Staying in motels/hotels could be a problem if there wasn't a balcony, so would have to go outside and that was sometimes a bit unnerving, especially at night. When babysitting my grandchildren, I had to cut way back, because they always wanted to know why I was stepping out on the porch! So observant!

The fime finally arrived, after over 40 years, when strenuous activity left me somewhat breathless. I remembered my dad getting so short of breath that he had to be on oxygen in the mornings for awhile. He begged me to quit so that I wouldn't suffer what he was. He had been a smoker for 50 years or so, and it was showing some consequences. He died at age 71 of a heart attack.

I'd like to say that I was strong and made the decision, but it actually had nothing to do with just me. You see, I loved to smoke, always enjoyed it, believed that it was one of the things that helped me through countless tough times, and couldn't imagine ever really quitting. I truly believe it was the Holy Spirit that finally convicted me that this was a necessary thing to do, and that I would not be provided with many opportunities again. So I, with much prayer made THE PLAN! Here it is and what happened...something very scary that worked for the good. (Rom 8:28)

In early October of 2003, I began making changes in my smoking habits. It was a bit helpful toward quitting, in that we had recently moved from a very large, beautiful home with a glass "railing" deck that had an amazing view of a valley and river. We moved to a much smaller home in a subdivision, and when sitting in the backyard, I could look at the door, or the upstairs windows of my neighbor, or at the small, fenced backyard. Not so relaxing as a great view! Listed are the changes in habits that I began making:

Did not smoke in the morning until 1 hour after eating breakfast. (I began eating as soon as I got up, instead of going outside with coffee)
I stayed inside while on the phone
If I drank coffee anytime during the day or evening, did not go outside.
Did not hit the pause button in the middle of a movie to go outside.
Began sitting in the non-smoking section of restaurants
No smoking until 1 hour after lunch and dinner
Allowed myself only 10 cigarettes per day. If I cheated, made it that many less the next day.
Did not smoke right before going to bed, or when I woke up during the night.
Fixed my date as January 1, but only that date AFTER getting up in the morning, as I knew I may not go to bed until well after midnight!

My husband was not a smoker, never had been, and he tried to be patient with it, but it was of great concern to him and he often tried to talk with me. It wasn't productive, just made me mad. Two of my four children had never smoked, and about a year before I quit, one of them had "The Talk" with me, that she understood from reading that cigarettes were very addictive. She wanted me to know that if I couldn't quit, and did get "sick", she would be there for me, but that it would cause her to have so much anger that she was losing me because of something I chose not to control, that it would be hard for her to love me through my dying when it was peppered with being mad at me! I understood this and it made me cry. My son also had "The Talk" with me a few weeks later, in that he said you know mom, you need to just quit talking about quitting, please don't mention it again. If you're going to smoke, just do it. If you're going to quit, just do it. Stop talking! Pretty blunt, huh?!

Well, I struggled through those 3 months, but as time went on, it became easier and I began feeling better, breathing easier, less tired.

Then, I woke up about 9 AM on January 1, 2004. Oh my gosh! What was I thinking? I should have set the date as Feb. 1, or the next Fall! But I knew that on either of those dates, I'd think the same thing: "oh my gosh"! I had broken and shredded the few remaining cigarettes I had left when I went to bed the night before. Had gone out at 2 AM for that "last smoke of my life". I got through the day, but not without shedding a few tears and mourning the loss of my cigarettes! I didn't use any anti-depressants, but I did use a nicotine patch...step 2 for 2 weeks and step 3 for 2 weeks. Step 1 seemed that it might be too strong for me, since I smoked a very mild cigarette and not over 10 a day. The patch helped, I'm sure.

Day 2, I joined a fitness center for women, along with 2 friends who were not smokers. We went early morning 3 times a week, and found that I loved it! Fun to do with someone else. However, during this month of January, I began on a methotrexate treatment for psoriatic arthritis, having experienced pain and swelling in a couple of fingers and one toe. I also had osteo-arthritis and had had one hip replaced in 2002. The other hip replacement looming on the horizon (2006). After 3 injections of this powerful drug, and 2 1/2 weeks exercising, I began to be very short of breath during exercise. A week later, I could no longer exercise. Having told my arthritis doctor about the difficulty in breathing, the injection was again given. Another week later, I could no longer exercise, found that I could barely walk from the living room to my kitchen, and when talking, could say only 3-4 words with taking a breath, and my voice had become quite high-pitched. I was terrified! I went to the arthritis doctor, who decided to stop the injections. My internist scheduled a pulmonary function test, and a few days later, I got The Call: I had COPD with chronic bronchities and it was severe. I immediately burst into tears and asked how long I had left. The nurse told me to calm down, made an appointment for me to go in and talk to my doctor. My husband went with me, and when i told my doctor that I was so shocked at the test results, she said, "why? you were a smoker for years, you know." I've never gone back to her.

After the injections stopped, my energy and voice began returning, and my breathing improved. My new doctor made an appointment for me with a pulmonary specialist, who talked about putting me on oxygen, meds, etc. When I asked him questions about my condition and wanted answers, his comment was, "you just don't want to have emphysema, do you?" You see, I was very confused how my physical condition improved after quitting, but spiraled downhill after the injections, then began improving when they stopped. It's not that I didn't "want to have emphysema" (wait a minute, who really does?!). I just wanted to understand what I could expect, and what I should be doing to help myself. Those answers weren't given. They gave me a pulse oximetry test (a little device that clips on your finger), and my oxygen level was 93. For me that's pretty normal, as I said before, I am a shallow breather. Then, I was marched around the halls by the nurse, faster and faster, then they were going to retake the oxygen level test (which they said would be less thann 93) to determine how much oxygen and how often I would need it at home. After 5 minutes, we returned to the room, she clipped on the device, and my level was 95. She said oh! well, sometimes it takes a couple of minutes. So we chatted and waited, and it was up to 98! They sent me home and I've heard nothing since.

I have never once cheated with even one puff on a cigarette. The smell of smoke that once was not offensive, in fact enjoyed, is now a repulsive odor! Now, I know why people walking by me in a parking lot, or anywhere for that matter, kind of held their breath, or coughed, or looked disgusted! I thought they "needed to get a life and if they didn't like it, walk further away from me!" Oh, I'm so ashamed now of those thoughts, but I just didn't get it then. I'm sorry!

When I was in *China a couple of years ago, smoke was everywhere, along with massive air polution. Our gracious Lord took good care of me, and I did not have any problems while there. I did use my inhaler at times. When possible, I would wait for a different elevator if someone in the crowd, also waiting, was smoking. They smoke everywhere!

My physical abilities have increased so much in the past 5 years! I had my second hip replaced in late November of 2006. Four months later, I climbed 250+ steps up the Great Wall and back down again! :-0 I am so grateful for the scare I had a few years ago. When tempted, I recall that surreal feeling, and it is used for my good! Not everyone who smokes, can write a similar story. Theirs may be a tragic one. They would encourage you to quit long before I got around to it. Like quit by making your plan TODAY! Don't wait until you get a scare, or it's too late. You CAN DO IT!

So, if you don't want any more advice, stop reading now! If you do, know that you can quit! Make a plan, and I encourage you to change habits and prepare for battle! After all these years, I still occasionally long for a cigarette until I could cry! But, I KNOW that within a few minutes, that longing will disappear and I just need to deal with it! After all, there has to be consequences to stupid choices! I don't beat myself up, because in the 60's when I began smoking, "everyone did"! ;) There wasn't a lot of information about the dangers of smoking. Also, I can now go to weeeks and never even think about smoking! That's amazing to me!

If someone you care for very much, is a smoker, please have them read this if you think it might be of help. Weight gain? Yes, but only because you substitute one thing for another. It's not "inevitable" that you gain!

I am praying this article will be used as an encouragement tool!

CRY TO CAESAR, OR CRY OUT TO GOD?

Save us, save us, the people cried! In this day, many in the population are crying out to "Caesar", the government, to save them. In studying history, I remember that the government is "of the people, by the people, for the people". People were nominated and elected, fashioned laws and passed them...all FOR the people. Yes, government has changed, but then, so have the people.

We are still known as "one nation, under God". At least in print. To be "known" as something on the outside, does not necessarily mean it's true on the inside. When a nation of people has gone corrupt, accepting many ungodly thoughts and actions as acceptable, and then whine and complain about a corrupt government, it stops me in my tracks! What an outcry to "Caesar" over this financial ruin that seems to be staring many in the face and has brought countless others to their knees. To their knees? In despair, but not in prayer, I fear. Is there a national outcry over the injustices done to children, filling the news every minute? Or, over nudity and promiscuity on TV and in the movies, over the filthy language, over stupid TV sitcom's that make everything funny, from single parenting, homosexuality, ignorance, and sexual immorality! The more it's presented as funny, the more acceptable it becomes. This free nation has accepted much that puts us in bondage, not enhancing our freedoms. We don't dare stand against what is blatantly sin, as we are then perceived as bigoted, racist, near-signted, selfish, hypocrits, and more. The Bible is filled with prophecy about this very thing. It's not a surprise to God, nor to the believer who knows His Word. Yet it is tragic, and a scripture in 2 Chronicles 7:14 says: "...and My people who are called by My name humble themselves, pray and seek My face, and turn from their evil ways, then I will hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land." This will cause the majority of people, I fear, to scoff. God has somehow become old-fashioned, out-of-touch, no longer considered or feared. The book of Daniel says that many will go "here and there". Man will always seek, and yet the only one to seek and find that will change anything, is God.

How well have you done in depending on yourself, or your money, your friends, the stars, the palm readers, or as it says in Deut. 18:9-13, "When you enter the land the Lord your God is giving you, do not imitate the detestable customs of those nations. No one among you is to make his son or daughter pass through the fire, practice divination, tell fortunes, interpret omens, practice sorcery, cast spells, consult a medium or a familiar spirit, or inquire of the dead. Everyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord, and the Lord your God is driving out the nations before you because of these detestable things. You must be blameless before the Lord your God. Though these nations you are about to drive out listen to fortune-tellers and diviners, the Lord your God has not permitted you to do this."

This tells me that although we permit others of different beliefs to enter our nation, their practices must not "blend" or become "part of" us! When I travelled to *China, I cannot imagine that I could tell them to get rid of their culture, their gods, their beliefs, in order to accommodate and not show prejudice to me. I was allowed to go into a church and worship if I chose, but not to be "in their face". Our Christian missionaries take the truth to many corners of the earth, but do not demand they be heard and treated in a special manner.

Why is it that as a free nation, freedom is interpreted as accepting nearly everything? There are still laws against certain actions: murder, rape, incest, pornography, theft and so on. However, other things have, over time, become very permissable.

As I watch and understand what is happening to our nation, it's futile to cry out to "Caesar" to fix it, because "Caesar" is not crying out to the only One who can fix it...God! If they continue to accommodate everyone, to make them "feel" accepted, where is the pillar of what we stand for? What is the backbone of our nation now? That is very unclear to me. We are not so angry with the low morals, but very angry over the loss of money.

God will destroy nations that do now honor Him, that do not bow down before Him. Yet He knows that people will always be rebellious, so the New Testament cautions believers on what to do...remain steadfast, don't flinch or budge! Search for these scriptures in your Bible and understand them!

There is a "new" movement underway. Actually, nothing is new, as history shows quite clearly. New ways have always been sought, but have never proved to work. So this so-called new movement, The Emergant Church, is becoming quite popular with a larger following daily. I dislike to capitalize the words emergant and church, because the true definition of church is those who follow Christ. The emergant church does not. It allows most anything that would make you comfortable, and "up-date God". Such as, mysticism, weird kinds of prayer, yoga, and "walking the maze known as the labyrinth"...trying to draw closer to God. There can be altered states of mind and it no longer accepts the Bible as authority. Certain media are even calling them "evangelicals". The teachings of those involved, and there are many invading Christian churches, are NOT biblical and we should be very alarmed and on the alert.

We need to be sure that we don't stop our meeting together, that we fellowship, pray, encourage and love one another, while showing and speaking the truth to others that are lost. God is life, all else is death and destruction. For many, it will someday be too late, and that breaks my heart. Even now, some who may read this are scoffing and mocking, shaking their heads at what an idiot I am. They are not crying for me as being deceived, shaking their heads in sorrow for me. I cry for them as being deceived and shake my head in sorrow for them. See the difference? One is darkness, full of self; one is light, full of love.

So pray, reach out to the unsaved and be ready to support, teach and encourage whomever listens. You are a missionary everytime you leave your house...while driving, shopping, walking through stores, attending events and so on. You are a missionary in your home, to your spouse and your children. This is a 24/7 way of life. Don't grow weary!

Pray for our government and leaders. Do not fall prey to those with an agenda that mock and sneer and tell lies about those in leadership. Seek the truth for yourself by not trusting emails and sites with their human agendas. Much is not to like at this time and to be heartsick over, such as abortion. Abortion has been practiced since early times, but as a nation under God, that should change, don't you think? People march, write their congressmen, but only God has the power to change hearts and God listens to His people who pray! Be careful who you elect to high office and encourage them to stand for what is right in all areas of governing the people. We are in quite a confusing mess as a nation, and as a world. Maranatha!

A MADE-UP RECIPE

It's near dinnertime, hubby working late, and am getting a bit hungry, when an old recipe I made up years ago, came to mind:

hamburger
onion
mushrooms
french style green beans
instant brown gravy mix
can of chow mein noodles


Brown hamburger in an electric frying pan. Meanshile, saute onion in cooking oil, add canned or fresh mushroom slices last couple of minutes. Drain hamburger grease, add onion and mushrooms, canned french style green beans. After mixing instant brown gravy mix following package directions, add to the mixture. (1 or 2 packages of gravy mix, depending on amount of other ingredients, of course!) Season with s & p. Heat thoroughly, then spoon over uncooked chow mein noodles. Actually quite tasty, easy and not costly!

WHY YOU? WHY NOT ME?

Recently, this has been an oft-asked question. Sometimes, it is indirectly (actually directly), meant for God. Other times, just one's spirit asking the air around them, while not understanding who might receive it!

There seems to be a sudden lake-full of maladies, ranging from serious surgeries, pneumonia, flu, cancer, heart attacks and other illnesses/injuries. Some boldly ride these waves of change in their lives; others are still in shock and remain numb, floating and just keeping their head above water; others are purposefully striding along and preparing for a huge battle, manning the oars, so to speak!

Recently, my daughter had a real scare. Her mammogram results showed "something suspicious" in both breasts. So, she was scheduled for an ultra-sound at another facility 2 days later. No one expects it to be them that receives the much-dreaded "C word". That's just too much for our brain and emotions to accept as a possibility, yet it happens to hundreds of people every day. She found she could say that the odds were it was nothing serious. She could also voice her love for and trust in the Lord. She also knew realistically, that if she received a negative report, she would still have at least some time left to "prepare" her family. As her mother, I also knew it was probably not cancer. Yet my mind would inevitably picture her coping along with her husband and children, and my mother's heart suffered deeply for her. Recently, I heard this on the radio: "It might be today you place your wounded hands on my tear-stained face." In my prayer for her, I praised God, her Father, for intricately forming her, for knowing the number of hairs on her head, for knowing every nook and cranny of her heart, for understanding every pain and hurt she had suffered and for blessing her with so many beautiful people in her life, but most of all, for loving her in a way I couldn't even imagine! Way beyond my love for her which is huge! Praise the Lord, her tests proved that there was nothing for concern. The good that came out of this was providing a deeper understanding of the vulnerability that crops up in our lives. Another good is the humbling effect that is so profound. Then the questions come...why you? why not me? Very humbling.

These two questions have been asked so many times by so many people for so many years. The answer has been attempted by many in countless ways, yet the exact true answer remains only in the hands of the One who created, loves, issues justice, mercy, grace, healing and compassion as He wills and for His purpose, His glory.

How I pray that for those who do not trust God, for those who have not accepted His gift of salvation. How I pray that in their lifetime, their heart will open to the truth and beauty of Jesus, our Savior. I do see and understand the problem for some to even consider accepting Christ. I've heard it all, from the church is overflowing with hypocrits (not overflowing, but maybe a bit crowded!); to how confused Christians are since they can't explain much of anything; they're still sinners, and on and on.

In my heart, there is no one I know, or have ever heard of, and those I have never met nor heard of, that I would want to be separated from God forever, in a place designated for them. I can't imagine an eternity spent apart from your Creator, the One who loves you best. I have actually wept over the knowledge that many will spend eternity that way. Why would they choose that? I know some who worship sun, moon, stars, mother Earth, Father whomever, etc. That's about as ridiculous as worshipping a cucumber plant! I just want to scream in frustration over how they think that those created things can possibly continue their life after death?! I could laugh hysterically if it wasn't so sad, so final, so blind.

I just can't continue this post right now. I'm just heartsick.

GREAT RECIPE FOR FRENCH DIP SANDWICHES

CROCKPOT HEAVEN! This is one of our most favorite recipes for the crock pot and so easy, great for a crowd, leftovers and more leftovers! Can't rave enough!

Purchase a boneless chuck roast. Just place it in the crockpot, no water, no seasonings. Cook on low for 4 hours. Remove roast, and skim off the grease in the broth. (I use a gravy separator) Return the roast to the crock pot, along with one CAN (don't add water) each of *Campbell's beef broth, beef consomme and french onion. Cook for 4 more hours. Remove the roast (in pieces!) and place on a platter, then shred the meat with a fork. Skim off any accumulated grease in the broth. Return the shreded meat to the broth for about 20 - 30 minutes. Warm your hoagie rolls, remove meat from the broth and you're set! The broth makes the best au jus ever!

THE FORGIVING SPIRIT

Has your heart ever just literally hurt from emotional pain? Silly question...of course it has! It then sets our minds in motion with those "pretend conversations" we have with the other half of the problem; could be a spouse, dear family member or friend, perhaps just an acquaintance!

When this occurs more than a couple of times, Satan can then begin to "nick you here, pinch you there, rev up your heart rate, tears flow", and oh my, what a victim we suddenly become. We become convinced there is something wrong with us, or others would never treat us badly!

Many, many years ago, a soon-to-be family member voiced that she didn't like or trust me! I was devastated and horrified, as I liked her very much. Several years went by. Each time the pain was "inflicted", I forgave it, and knew in my heart that WHEN the Lord gave us a relationship it would be, for me, as if nothing had every happened and I could speak with her as if continuing a conversation from the day before. Guess what?! God did bring about a relationship and it was so beautiful and special. The truth of forgiveness is true!

A few years ago, I re-established a friendship from high school. It was so enjoyable to catch up and learn about who each of us had become. Yet one day, I discovered I had been "gossiped" about, confronted my friend, was told that I could never be trusted as a friend again, made 4 attempts to "fix" it with her and to this day, we do not speak. Have I forgiven it? Absolutely, and within days of learning about it. I could greet her this moment and welcome her return as a friend. The truth of forgiveness is true!

Some time back, one of my very good friends, who has very strong, and in my opinion, somewhat radical views, became angry and hurt that I asked her to not talk about those issues with me anymore. I apologized to her, but said it was very upsetting to me. She let me know that our friendship was over, yet within 2 weeks I approached her after much prayer, we restored our friendship and are the better for it! I love her dearly. The truth of forgiveness is true!

Recently, a friend of nearly 15 years stopped returning phone calls and emails. After about a month, I did phone once again and she did answer, and let me know that because I had enjoyed the movie Mama Mia more than once, in fact, several times, that I had no discernment, should not be teaching a Bible study class, thought I spend my money to the detriment of my husband, had not befriended a mutual friend in the way she had, and I had supposedly given a political view of our Pastor (which was entirely untrue and the woman who said that to her was confronted by me and denied it). After hanging up and not defending myself against any of the accusations, other than the one about my Pastor, I cried and cried, filled with pain and disbelief. It took quite a few weeks to believe I had truly forgiven her, and finally wrote her a letter. Have not heard back, but remain hopeful. The truth of forgiveness is true. It is very freeing!

These are just some examples of misunderstandings that happen between friends, family members and acquaintances. I could add to my list and you could make a long list of your own. Then the best part, is making a list of those WE have hurt! A real eye-opener!

Now, my spirit rejoices that someday, none of these things will matter or even be remembered! I must admit, however, that a bit of my flesh is disappointed that I won't care when I won't remember to tell someone how much pain they inflicted on me. Too bad, so sad! :> So, better to lift that ol' hurt off right away. Matthews 17:6 speaks about forgiveness. If interested, look up the meaning of the sycamore tree, plucked out and into the sea. In the Greek, those are powerful words full of meaning!

Our only example of what it means to forgive is in our perfect Savior. I thank Him daily!

ARE YOU IN A COMFORT ZONE?

Aren't blogs great? I know there are some, because I've heard about them, that vent about a whole lot of things, things I would blush to read about! Those are as vile to me as I imagine what I write is vile to them!

Yesterday, I said I'd comment on the world changing God into someone comfortable for them. So many claim to believe, yet "stumble" over Jesus. Over time, and humanity becoming more "civilized", God's love, goodness and perhaps His compassion remain, however His justice, holiness and promises have become non-existent or severely blurred. God promises He will be the same today and tomorrow as He was yesterday. The issues invoved here do not need to be listed. Whether believer or not, I am sure you know what I'm referring to! I could go on and on, quoting scriptures, but if you're interested, just read for yourself. Don't let your foolish mind become your god and guide, because it WILL FAIL YOU!

Secondly today, I'd like to lovingly warn any new believers, to grow as rapidly as possible in the faith. Do not remain weak, feeding only on milk. That's your starting point, but make sure you're holding your own bottle of milk! Seek God...read His letter (the Bible) to you, study under a mature and trusted Christian, be excited! It's life-changing! You have a huge crowd cheering for you!

Today I was listening to Christian radio on my way to a Christian gathering of women, and heard Adrian Rogers (now deceased) speaking. "I am desperate. God is dependable". Also, to "understand the discipline of detours". How many times do we say, "God, just open the doors and windows, make my path smooth, and I'll know I'm in your will". I have learned not to do that. The apostle Paul had to re-route himself more than once to journey to a place he knew he was supposed to go to. Our journey is not always easy and without bumps!

Yesterday we invited two of our 4 year old grandchildren to spend the afternoon with us. They were talking to one another and I made some silly comment, and one of them remarked, "that was a good one, grandma"! She's very astute and developing quite a sense of humor. The little guy has his moments as well. He and grandpa were writing and he marked his grandpa's hand with an ink pen. Grandpa then made 2 ink marks on the inside of his hand! He flew into a heartbroken, tearful mode and ran crying to me that grandpa wrote on his hand! VERY upset! So, I took him into the bathroom, used water and a little soap and then gasped, and said oh my look! It's disappeared, so nah, nah, nah on grandpa, it's gone! He instantly stopped crying and began laughing, running into the living room yelling ha, ha, ha grandpa...it's gone...look! ha, ha, ha! My mind is exhausted after a few hours, after trying to stay a step ahead of them! We love every minute, of course!

At this time, we know many, many folks who have, or are presently, suffering with cancer. A family member was diagnosed 6 1/2 years ago with breast cancer. She had surgery, chemo and radiation and remains in remission to this day. She does worry at times about it reappearing, as it did with her mom years ago. A long-time friend was diagnosed with rectal cancer about 4 years ago, is in remission, but the radiation destroyed much of her internally, leaving her with 7' of small intestine and many problems and other surgeries. More in, than out of the hospital, in the past 2+ years. Another family member is now in the hospital once again. Diagnosed 7 years ago with estrogen negative breast cancer, received treatments, did well for 2 years and the past 4 the cancer has metastisized to many other areas and the picture is very grim at this time. God's hand covers the lives of these 3 women who are all his daughters. Each has had a different outcome, but all 3 remain trusting the Lord. Their lives have touched many lives in ways none of them know. We just pray for God's peace and perfect order to hold them steadfast!

In the works: planning a grandma's getaway for 4 days and 3 nights at a lovely location! Taking our craft projects, (see one of mine in the above picture), books, whatever, and going to have devotionals, lots of snacks, prayer, laughter and maybe even a tear or two! Should be loads of fun as well as refreshing and encouraging. Will let you know the winning "grandma story"!

Have a meeting tonight, and should accomplish a couple more things here.

Next, will probably post a great recipe or two!

DIFFERENT AND YET THE SAME

Good Morning! A bit of a "gloomy" day for some of you, weather-wise, but not for me! I never mind the gray skies, rain, snow, thunder storms or fog. When we lived at the coast, I would often take my chiildren to the beach during a storm, park and watch the huge, crashing waves hitting the mini-mountain rocks...so entertaining... and I would ooh and ahh and the kids would squirm and ask when we could go home! Haven't seen the ocean for 3 years now, and must admit I do tear up a bit when I think of it.

So, I spoke of differences among Christian churches and do Christians still sin? There are differences, certainly. However, the main thing is making sure the main thing is the main thing. That is...who is God, who is Jesus, who is the Holy Spirit and how are we saved?

WHO IS GOD? I believe God's written Word...the Bible. God and time have no beginning and no end...yet His word opens with "In the beginning...". Thank you for that, God! It gives this mere human a starting point...your creation...something I can relate to. How could I possibly relate to forever! My mind can't wrap around that. When I sit here trying to write about who you are, I found that for a few minutes I sat nearly frozen, mind unable to fathom the depths of You, no words forming, just a whirlwind of thoughts too full and quick to even grasp. I need to slowly breathe in and out (thanking you for the air I breathe and the ability to breathe it!). There are moments when my spirit and your Spirit share dancing on a slender point of a mountaintop, no fear of falling. We soar through your clouds in perfect harmony, no breathing, no sense of time and the most tiny glimpse of You and what awaits all believers forever...a sense of completeness, all the fragmented pieces of me coming together in slow motion and being made whole. Yet inevitably, my flesh attracts that little speck of dirt that constantly floats around, and I know once again the "sin that so easily entangles me". I have only fooled myself that at last I'm free from it! The beautiful cloud dissipates, my feet slip and I roll end over end down that mountain. I'm baaaaaaaack! Yet somehow, the better for the experience. When a Christian is in your Word, when we think only on what is good and true, when we fellowship, pray and listen, those are our mountaintops. When we serve You, the strength you impart is the mountaintop. When we forgive others and ourselves, we are so free! We become stronger for the next time we are attacked, tired, broken-down and broken-hearted, suffering physically, serving, forgiving, comforting others and sharing their burdens and joys...an endless list that would never be complete. The God of the Holy Bible IS. He is my Creator who gave me a Gift and who loves me so much and I have never believed that I deserved it because of who I am, or that I have ever done anything to earn it. I receive it only because of who He is! The best way I can explain it is...my children were loved from the moment I knew they were alive in me, and that love never wavered no matter what. They didn't have to do a thing!

WHO IS JESUS? In the above paragraph, I said, "...from the moment I knew they were alive in me...". We are alive IN Christ. God always loves, but until we are alive IN Christ, we can't be "born again"! We are IN Christ, and assured we will be born again and LIVE in heaven! JESUS IS THE GIFT! It's your choice to accept, and live, or to choose to reject the Gift and die! Pretty simple. He paid for it by suffering and dying in our place and then rose victoriously, appearing to many, and ascended into heaven with the promise to return again. Jesus restored us to God. Jesus is God. He said, "if you have seen me, you have seen the Father". Jesus was prophesied in the Old Testament many, many times, including his death and what would take place on the cross. Even seen in a little verse like Numbers 9:12: "They may not leave any of it until morning or break any of its bones...." (speaking of a lamb to be sacrificed celebrating the Passover). Jesus is also known as the Lamb of God. In Matthew 19:33, it says, "When they (the soldiers) came to Jesus, they did not break His legs since they saw that He was already dead." Also, read Psalm 34:20.

WHO IS THE HOLY SPIRIT? The Holy Spirit is also God. The Holy Spirit indwells a believer the moment they accept and are IN Christ! The Holy Spirit prays for me when I don't know what to say because of confusion, pain and other things I can't fully express in my human words. The Spirit was with God and Jesus in the "beginning". The Holy Spirit is hard at work while indwelling believers and while convicting unbelievers who will listen.

The Bible is very clear that the ONLY WAY to heaven is through JESUS! It is very definite that the Holy Bible describes who God is, what He did and how to get to His heaven. If you don't agree, which you are free to not agree, and your mind has determined that this way is too narrow for your thinking, be very careful that your way is based on fact that you can be assured of. There will be no second chance. In closing, don't argue with me, as these truths are not made up by me, but were written a long time ago. Argue with God. That is an argument where there won't be any compromise.

I would have to "cut and paste" the entire Bible here, but guess what? You can read all about it for yourself.

IS "THE WORLD" CHANGING GOD TO FIT THEIR OWN COMFORT ZONE? Tune in tomorrow!

SCHOOL PRAYER & OTHER POINTS OF INTEREST

Today I received, yet again, an email for signatures on a petition to reinstate prayer in schools. First, these "signed petitions" are always invalid and don't go anywhere. Second, what is meant by reinstate prayer? The prayer we said in school when I was a kid, was only valid to those of us who believed. It meant nothing to those who just said it because it was part of the day. If those of us whom it meant something to, would have spoken to our fellow classmates about Jesus, then there was a strong possibility new believers would have resulted. However, our day was taken up with playing jacks, marbles, schoolwork and lunch. (Not necessarily in that order, and not necessarily true of all little Christian children.)

My main point is, I don't understand why some think that in order for a prayer to be effective, it needs to be said out loud, in a certain form and by a selected person. Any Christian student can pray anytime they want, at any place they want, while in school. If it's not said out loud, it is still heard by God. What stops Christian students from agreeing that at a specified and agreed upon time, they will pause in what they are doing in school and offer a silent prayer? What a gift they give one another to know that at that very moment, they are praying together!

Secondly, I nearly crack up when I hear that some people want to keep God out of school, or any other place for that matter! Even some Christians are in agreement with this, because of course, if we allow God to be taught in school, then they also have to learn about Buddha, Muhammed, etc. My question is, how do you keep God out of school? Do any of you find it confusing that God should be kept out of certain places, yet on 9-11 and in the Columbine shootings (among other tragedies), that God was said to be there? Hmmm! Of course He was! God is everywhere all the time. How do folks think they can keep the Creator of the universe, the sustainer of the universe, the giver of life, the Savior of believers in Christ, out of anywhere?!!

Then we come to the issue of being "politically correct". Be careful you don't offend anyone! I have made note that of all "religions", Christians are the most maligned, misunderstood, judged, talked about, made fun of, misquoted, displayed in suggestive ways, watched and written about, among a list of things. Why? I think I have figured it out, at least in part. It's because we are DIFFERENT from all the rest. We have a LIVING, RISEN SAVIOR WHO WAS CRUCIFIED, DIED, ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND, THERE WERE EYEWITNESSES TO ALL OF THESE EVENTS!! In over 2,000 years, no one has been able to disprove this! So, if you put your faith and trust in yourself only, where have you made arrangmeents to go after you die? If you trust in Buddha, where did he go? Wherever that was, that's where you will go. This holds true for those who follow anyone who has changed the Bible, the Word of God. Wherever those men have gone, there you will go also. The only thing we have in common when we die, is it's pointless to pack a bag!

Do Christians differ on some issues? Are they still sinners? Yes and yes! More on that Wednesday morning! I'll leave you with this: some Christian churches have begun to shorten their worship services by as much as 15 minutes, in order to TRY to beat the Baptists to the lunch buffets! :) (that's a joke)

BEADED BOOKMARKS

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NEW YEAR/NEW BEGINNINGS

There is something about a new year that is refreshing, not only mentally, physically, but also spiritually. We have a rather large list of changes we want to make. Some we know are necessary, such as those pertaining to spiritual growth, physical health, mental well-being. Other changes involve our home furnishings and decor, our wardrobes and landscaping. Always something new, something different! Out with the old, in with the new! But if the old has served you well, maybe it's ok to relax and just "let it be". Like, "flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la!"

Changes that aren't truly necessary, but just fun to do, are on my list, just not at the very top. I want to re-do my "room". This room, floor-plan-wise known as the den or office, is used for multi-tasking: piano, computer desk, filing cabinet, storage cabinet, scrapbook cart, small storage table, desk used for sewing and storage and finally, a 6-shelf kind-of bookcase that just has a lot of stuff on it. My plan is to go shabby chic in here...refinish wood pieces in white and give it that aged look, and get rid of some of these pieces and replace with Victorian style bookcases, hutches, or cabinets. Change out the light fixture and add an area rug. Will do before and after pictures if in fact, I get to it this spring.

Other changes in this category, are to donate clothing. I like clothes and take advantage of some great sales, and have been known to "save" a sale item for a year or more before wearing it. The problem is in recycling clothes that are in good shape that I haven't worn for some time.

There are about 35 to 50 books that I have meant to read during the past 5 years, and seldom get to. One problem is making (actually taking) the time. I feel guilty if I'm sitting down reading, instead of up doing. There's always something to be done, a phone call to be made, someone to visit or invite. Another problem, is that when I had cataract surgery a few years ago, a problem occurred during the surgery on my left eye, and I have had trouble easily reading since then.

I enjoy so many things, and need to change that...meaning, choose a couple for this year and forget the rest. Projects started and others I'd like to start, include a rag rug, crocheting, scrapbooking, oil painting, sewing, beading, redecorating, quilting, ribbon embroidery, plus hobbies like playing the piano, reading and photography. Plus, we joined a gym, and need to get started! Along with these pleasures, are commitments to other things I enjoy, mostly involving my church, but also a birthday club and some mentoring. So you see, trying to work this in, along with housework, grocery shopping, laundry and blah, blah, blah ad nauseum, makes me just like the rest of you...BUSY! I am learning to actually hate that word.

So as far as physical well-being, we are careful with our diet, have joined the gym and get regular check-ups. Mentally, we're aging, what can I say? I do things that are supposed to keep those brain cells going and time will tell! As far as spiritual growth, that is the most exciting and the easiest to do. My hubby and I are not using a devotional book this year for our together time. We decided to daily read the chronological Through the Bible in a Year book. So we each have one, and daily read during our own preferred time, and then sit down together and discuss what we've read. Do a little research if necessary. I have found that going through the Bible in a Year with someone else, makes it stick more. The focus is greater, because it's going to be discussed. I'm not just sitting down and making sure I spend 15 or more minutes daily...you know, get in that "dose for the day" mentality. How funny when we get in that mode...for example, sitting next to someone in church whose Bible is well marked, underlined, highlighted, and yours is bare and you just MUST explain that you have a new Bible...that's why it looks so new! :) I do have a new one, so I understand this feeling. I purchased a Holman Apologetics Study Bible and am enjoying it very much. Spiritual growth doesn't come just with a new year, but daily. More on that in another post. Exciting things happening!

As a mom, grandma and great-grandma, I know how quickly time passes. Things change, some remain the same. Friendships are valuable, but some come to an end. These are friends for a season, and you always come away having learned something of value, even though it might have been a hurtful parting. God's children come in many colors, sizes, shapes, personalities and with diverse needs. Some are rich, some poor, ill/healthy, outgoing/introverted, fighting the flesh/fighting the flesh, judging/accepting and on and on. God has permitted some situations in the past few years that have brought me to my knees with a deeper understanding of the purpose of forgiveness. Freedom! Not only receiving His forgiveness but also forgiving yourself and others. And never weighing whether they deserve it from us.

Well, friends, have much to do today, but may add a couple of pictures, just for fun. One picture of a little bear I put together at a store in the mall. Have named her Gertie and she will be given to my next granddaughter. More later!