Wednesday, December 07, 2005
What has me near hysteria is that all my digital photos of Olivia are on that computer --and I can't access them. I'm afraid that they may be lost forever. Can anyone help?
Does anyone know how to stop the loop and get windows to start again?
I'm using my husband's desktop to type this.
When I think of the lost files on my laptop --I could just freak.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
|You are Milk Chocolate|
|You Belong in Rome|
You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I guess I haven't had anything profound to say ---not that anything I've said in the past has been profound.
I did do something this past weekend which was life-changing for me. A church in a nearby town was hosting a prayer and worship weekend. It was called "Ascribing Unto God". I felt the Lord's presence the moment I stepped into the room. There in the midst of beautiful praise and worship music - worshippers took turns going to different worship stations that were set up throughout the room. Every hour the shofar was blown, calling us to prayer and worship. We were encouraged to move around as we felt led... walk around as we prayed... wave flags... bow... kneel... lay prostrate... dance unto the Lord. We could visit each worship station and stay as long as we wished or go back as many times as we liked.
The whole experience was a journey through life with Jesus and was so awesome. Every time we, as Christians, make a concentrated effort to spend time with the Lord - to sit as His feet - to worship Him without distraction --it's life-changing. He meets us there in that place. He speaks to us, directs us, reminds us of how much He loves us.
I wish I could bring this worship experience to everyone who reads this blog entry. May I just encourage you today to make an extra effort to spend time with your Savior. He longs for your company --and you will come away feeling renewed and refreshed.
Monday, November 07, 2005
As I try to think back on all the events and happenings in my life that he has missed, I'm overwhelmed. I remind myself of the Scripture that says "...we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses..." and I like to think that Dad sees glimpses of things that go on in our lives.
The most important events being my marriage and birth of our daughter, Olivia. Grandpa Bob would be so very proud of Olivia. She is most definitely the biggest blessing that the Lord could have ever given me. She is bright and articulate and she succeeds in making me laugh often. Just the other day, she did something particulary goofy, and I caught myself shaking my head and saying, "Olivia, you are beyond hope"!
I stopped when I realized that I said the very thing that Dad used to say to me so often. And then I smiled when I realized that he was up in heaven, looking down and shaking his head in agreement...
I love you -- and I miss you, Dad.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Yesterday was Randy's birthday --so Olivia and I celebrated by going caching. Randy doesn't know this --but as soon as he reads this post, I'll be busted!
At one point, I found myself in the middle of an old cemetary --not an unusual place to find a cache, but this day was unusual in that I was surrounded by hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of ladybugs! And every one of them was yellow! Hundreds and hundreds of yellow ladybugs --pelting me from every direction! I've never seen so many bugs before in one place! One had no spots. I've never seen a 'spotless' ladybug either.
Anyway, after finding the cache, signing the logbook and returning to the van --I had to scrape these bugs off of me so I could get back in the van without filling the inside with flying insects. I went to flick one off my sleeve and noticed that it was RED. Only one red bug amongst all those yellow ones. Odd. I picked it up ---it crawled on my finger and just as I went to flick it out the window - it relieved itself on my finger! LadyBug Pee --on me! ...and it was YELLOW. ...so they WERE all yellow after all!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
As I was practicing my song for the service, Olivia said that she wanted to practice a song too. I asked her if she would like to sing in church and she got all excited! "Can I stand on the stage and can I have my very own microphone?!" "Yes, you can stand on the stage and have your very own microphone." She practiced singing her favorite song a few times: Days of Elijah
When it came time for her to sing, she marched right up on the stage, grabbed the microphone from Jim (our worship leader) and looked at it - then looked at me (in the front row) and then looked at the congregation and said, "This is a really big microphone!" Everyone laughed, of course. I asked her if she wanted to sing....she said, "YES!" ...and then proceeded to belt out the tune - several times!
riding on the clouds
shining like the sun
at the trumpet call
so lift your voice
it's the year of Jubilee
out of Zion's hill salvation comes"
Except she sings, ...out of Zion's hill salbation comes,
Of course, she received an enormous ovation ---and is ready to sing again real soon. I was SO proud of her! She did an awesome job! We're already practicing our next number for the next Singspiration.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Rosa Parks contributed greatly to this nation and to the African Americans when in 1955 she refused to give up her bus seat to a white man. This decision led to her arrest and to the subsequent 381-day boycott of the city's bus system that helped initiate the modern civil rights movement.
I applaud you, Rosa Parks --and join countless Americans in saying, "Thank you" for your act of bravery and courage.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Maggie May went home to be with Jesus. Her courage was inspiring and her smile won the hearts of all who knew her or followed her story. I never had the pleasure of meeting Maggie May in person - but she stole my heart. Her family has shared her story - her triumphs, her pain. And now we ask the Lord to comfort them as only He can as they mourn for their darling princess. May we always remember Maggie May and the lessons she taught us - to be courageous and to smile --always --no matter what ---smile --because God is on our side! As deep as I hurt, I am also rejoicing knowing that today Maggie is pain-free and dancing with Jesus!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
There is a song on that CD --Here I Go Again. It talks about how we can so easily talk to our friends about "the rain and mulling over things that won't live past today", but there's a fear that grips our hearts when we attempt to tell them about that only thing that matters in this life and that is whether or not they know the Lord as their Savior. "Maybe this will be the day when I speak the words of life with Your fire in my eyes"...
Wait --this song is really good --let me get the words and type them out:
Here I Go Again
Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away.
So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?
'Cause here I go again
Talkin' 'bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that
You love him
But here I go again, here I go again
Lord, you love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe, he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
You love him, you love him
What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard.
It's really a great song --and it has spoken to my heart. Because my days are filled with caring for Olivia, I don't really have a whole lot of contact with other people. But tonight, it's our monthly "cousins dinner". All of us "girls" get together and go out to eat --we each take turns picking the restaurant. Tonight it was my turn - we're going to The Hickory Grille in Hermitage, PA where they serve the very best Stuffed Portabella Mushroom appetizer! Anyway...I digress. My prayer is that tonight I will not pass up any opportunity that the Lord gives me to speak His Truth. Most of my cousins know Him. Some do not. May I be faithful to share His love ---wherever He leads me. I challenge all of the Christians reading this to do the same. And...if you're reading this and you don't know the Lord. You are missing out on so many blessings in this life. God sent His Son to die for you so that if you would only believe and ask Him to be the Lord of your heart --you will live forever with Him. It's too good a deal to pass up! He loves you more than you know! Ask Him to reveal Himself to you --He will. Read the book of John in the New Testament. Okay --gotta go get ready for the cousins dinner. Until next time....
Saturday, October 22, 2005
"You are?", I replied.
"Yes! Just like Jesus!" (refering to one of her favorite songs Days of Elijah - Lyrics: Behold He comes, Riding on the clouds....)
"Oh, yes, one day Jesus is coming back and you can ride with Him on the clouds as long as He is living in your heart."
Olivia pondered this for a moment and then said, "Nope - He lives at His house and He's probably swimming right now in HIS bathtub because He really likes to swim."
Did I do it? no.
Does it REALLY bug me that I wasn't obedient at a time when this woman really needed some encouragement? yes.
It's a missed blessing. What an awesome honor it would have been to have received that phone call today knowing that we had already reached out to someone in need. argh. I'm glad that the Lord is "on top of things" and is organizing this "food drive" so Elaine will have food for the rest of the month....still...kicking myself for not listening when He prompted me to do something. Moral of the story ---ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT STILL SMALL VOICE.
Okay...gotta go raid the pantry and pack a box or two for Elaine.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Deuteronomy 4:1 Now therefore hearken, O Israel, unto the statutes and unto the judgments, which I teach you, for to do them, that ye may live, and go in and possess the land which the LORD God of your fathers giveth you.
2 Ye shall not add unto the word which I command you, neither shall ye diminish ought from it, that ye may keep the commandments of the LORD your God which I command you.
3 Your eyes have seen what the LORD did because of Baalpeor: for all the men that followed Baalpeor, the LORD thy God hath destroyed them from among you.
4 But ye that did cleave unto the LORD your God are alive every one of you this day.
I was curious as to what the characteristics this false god (Baalpeor) possessed. So - I googled "Baalpeor false god". Following is the article that I found --copied from the BibleUniverse website.
Before I copy the article --let me just say this ---as a Christian, when I was a child - we celebrated Halloween. We dressed up in cute little costumes and ran door to door collecting all the scrumptious, cavity-causing, tummy-aching, sugar-high-inducing candy that we could fit into our bags. Some of us even carried pillow cases - allowing for 'Maximum' Load! (Not me - I was too 'chic' for that!).
I remember one year, I even had a Halloween party --complete with, among other things, cooked spaghetti and peeled grapes representing intestines and eyes (props for a creepy story that I shared). My parents, while Christians, obviously approved of the party - helped plan it - bought the food, etc. Mom even sewed a cute witch costume for me.
In fact, our youth group at church held Halloween parties for us - we all dressed up - bobbed for apples - played games and had a great time. Today - this same church where I grew up would not dream of having a Halloween Party. Now they have a Fall Harvest Party --kids get candy, play games, dress up (no creepy costumes allowed) and generally have a lot of fun. The church we attend now had their Harvest Party last night. (We stayed home since the party was outdoors and we have colds.)
Anyway, now that I'm married and have a daughter of my own - I am wondering how I'm going to handle the subject of Halloween. Right now, she's three. It's not an issue. But one day, when she goes to school - there will be many of her friends who will be out trick or treating - and wanting her to go along. I have come to realize that celebrating Halloween is not something in which I want Olivia to be involved.
My question for all of you is - what do you do? Do your children participate in Halloween activities? Where do you draw the line and what do you say to your children? ....just curious.
By the way: Cleave Unto the Lord Your God
Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary:
"cleave ... to adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly."
Here's the article....I would appreciate your feedback:
Hallowe'en has been given an innocent face and people say it's "only fantasy" after all. However, Hallowe'en is not innocent, it is the celebration of death and the dead which is condemned by God's word.
When God, through Moses, instructed the nation of Israel regarding the practices of the nations whose land they were going to inhabit, He warned them not to learn the ways of those nations. God wanted to make sure that the occultic practices that the nations of Canaan were accustomed to would not become part of Israel's practices. Divination, witchcraft and seeking to communicate with the dead were all considered abomination by God.
"When thou art come into the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not learn to do after the abominations of those nations. There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch. Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee." Deuteronomy 18:9-12
A person who had a familiar spirit or a person who practiced necromancy were people who communicated with the dead. This practice of trying to communicate with the dead was categorically condemned and those who engaged in it were to be put to death by stoning. Leviticus 19:31; 20:27.
Hallowe'en, All Hallowed Eve and All Saints Day are names for the same day. The Catholic version, or All Hallowed Eve, christianized this Pagan holiday by stating that the dead being celebrated were the dead saints now in Heaven. Here is a Catholic perspective of Hallowe'en.
"Because October 31 lies exactly between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice, it is theorized that ancient peoples, with their reliance on astrology, thought it was a very potent time for magic and communion with spirits. The 'veil between the worlds' of the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest on this day; so the dead were invited to return to feast with their loved ones; welcomed in from the cold, much as the animals were brought inside."
Here are details about Hallowe'en from an witches perspective.)
By comparing a few Bible verses together, it becomes evident that the feast of Hallowe'en or the feast of the dead is really feasting with demons.
On the borders of the Promised Land, Israel fell into whoredom with the daughters of Moab and Midian who came into the camp. This had been on the instruction of Baalam who found that Israel could not be cursed unless they fell into disobedience.
"And Israel abode in Shittim, and the people began to commit whoredom with the daughters of Moab. And they called the people unto the sacrifices of their gods: and the people did eat, and bowed down to their gods. And Israel joined himself unto Baalpeor: and the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel." Numbers 25:1-3
Israel sacrificed to the gods of the Moabites, feasted with them and bowed down to their gods. Thus they left the true God and were joined to a false one, Baalpeor. What was the feasting about? What did the worship of these false gods involve besides the licentious practices.
"They [Israel] joined themselves also unto Baalpeor, and ate the sacrifices of the dead." Psalms 106:28
The book of Psalms explains that the feast being conducted (back in Numbers 25) was a feast for the dead. This is what the feast of Hallowe'en is about, a celebration and feast of the dead. When we turn to the New Testament, Paul tells us that when the Gentiles sacrifice, they are really sacrificing to demons. "But I say, that the things which the Gentiles sacrifice, they sacrifice to devils, and not to God: and I would not that ye should have fellowship with devils. " I Corinthians 10:20
Celebrating Hallowe'en is a Pagan ritual that goes farther back than the Celtics of Ireland. It goes back to ancient civilizations many thousands of years ago. The celebration of the dead, the feast for the dead is really having fellowship with demons.
These practices are not innocent. They are occult practices that open up you and your family to demonic harrassment. If you have any occult paraphenalia in your home, such as Tarot cards, crystals, games, or occult books, get rid of them. They are invitations to the spirits of devils to invade your life.
When there were converts from paganism in Ephesus, these new converts who had practiced occult ceremonies, burned their books and so should you! Acts 19:17-20 Don't be trapped by the innocent face that is being put on Hallowe'en and the occult today. It is still the witchcraft that God in His word condemned as being incompatible with Christianity. God does not want his people having fellowship with demons.
Every so often, there is a post entitled, "...quip de jour".
I was thinking that I should adopt the idea. Since actually writing down the things that Olivia says in her "book" isn't happening with great frequency.
So...here are some things she said earlier: While outside in the chilly night air with Daddy - swinging on the swing - wearing a hat with flaps covering her ears....She removed the flap and said, "Daddy, I really just need to hear the night sounds."
When seeing me typing in my blog..."Mommy, you need to close up that computer because I need a really big hug or else you're going to the naughty spot."
After refusing to eat the nutritious lunch I placed before her...."No, thank you, I'm just not hungry."...then gets up - gets a spoon out of the drawer and a snack-pack vanilla pudding out of the cupboard..."I have an idea! I'll just be the taste tester to see if this pudding is good."
Being a Mom is not without it's comic relief!
May your days be FULL of smiles...
What could I tell my friend, Sherry, about her brother? Because of my medical background, I know that a lot of what is happening with Oliver is pointing to the fact that he may not have much time left on this earth. As Sherry said - she's not stupid - she knows this. Oliver is a Christian. Sherry is a Christian. I told her the only thing that is absolutely - without a doubt - a certainty: God is still on the throne and still in control and still knows every detail of Oliver's situation and still has him in the palm of His hand.
Over and over again, the Lord is showing me that He is the One in charge. It seems that everywhere I look recently - there are no other answers. Situations are such that there is no other hope but the Lord. Why He is showing me that frankly has me a little bit frightened. I wonder what He may be preparing me for....
Still ---I must maintain --He is in control. He knows what's best. He will ultimately work all things out for good for those who are called according to His purpose.
Lord --be with Oliver tonight. Comfort him as only You can do. Take away his pain. Heal him. In Jesus' Name,
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
As I reflect upon my own life, I see that I have leaned on the Lord during the hard times - choosing to trust Him rather than rely on my own strengths. It's easy to trust Him when you have no where else to go. But I'm wondering if during the "good" times, I'm trusting Him as much? Am I as devoted to spending time with Him when things are going my way? Do I long to crawl up in His lap and let Him hold me on a daily basis? There's not a day that goes by when my daughter doesn't come over and crawl up on my lap wanting to be loved. And there's not a day when I would turn her down. Our heavenly Father is the same way ---He yearns for an intimate relationship with us. He loves us more than we can imagine and desires that we share our hearts with Him. It can be easy for us, as humans, to take the Lord for granted. Today, my charge to you is this: Put aside all the "stuff" of this life for a few minutes and spend time with your Abba Father. Let Him love you. Relax in His presence and allow Him to fill you with His love and peace. You will be forever changed.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
So often, we neglect to surrender people, things, situations, relationships, whatever...to the Lord. We lay them at His feet --asking Him to take control of the situation and then a few days or even a few hours or minutes later --we've got our heads and our hands right back in the situation. Give it to God. He's the One Who knows exactly what's best. He promises that He will work all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
I have a few issues in my life right now that I'm dealing with ---Today - I gave them all to God. They're now His problems and I'm not going to stress about them anymore!
Go ---Give it to God!....and leave it at His feet!
Friday, October 14, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Presently, as I type, she is RUNNING around the living room singing, "chug-a chug-a chug-a choo - I'm a train! ...the train went over the mountain...now, I'm a plane! Look Mommy! Mommy, you come and be a plane too!...." etc. ad nauseum. WHERE do kids get their energy? And why can't I have some of it?!
I have been complaining to Randy a lot lately that I'm unhappy with the fact that I've gained 40 pounds since our wedding day (4.5 years ago). That's roughly ten pounds a year. The last time I added ten pounds a year started when I was in college ---I added ten pounds a year until I had reached the jelly-belly weight of 323 (that was the last time I had weighed myself --I probably weighed more).
I worked REALLY hard at losing weight and managed to take off 132 pounds! YEAH ME!
My plans were to lose an addition 40-60 pounds. Instead, I got married, gained ten, had a baby, and gained 30.
I don't get enough exercise. No, let me restate that. I don't get ANY exercise. The majority of my time is spent taking care of Olivia. She's three. You would think that there would be a lot of "running to keep up" with her --but the truth is, I can orchestrate most of the day from the comfort of my couch. Olivia runs. I watch.
Well - I've made up my mind that I'm going to lose the weight that I gained back --and I'm also going to take off an additional 40 pounds. That's 80 pounds. I've already lost five (yeah me!) by cutting out all pop (soda or soft drinks for those of you who are unaccustomed to calling it pop). I've also stopped eating so many pretzels (one of my favorite snacks).
And....we just invested in a really expensive recumbant exercise bike. We ordered it from the PX (one of the benefits to being married to a retired military man - PX shopping - no tax - no shipping --except we had to pay shipping on this one because it was "oversize").
So - that means I can exercise while Olivia is running around the house.
My plan is to record my progress in my blog. I'll keep you posted on "weigh-in" day. Maybe, if I can find some old photos - I'll post one before I lost the original 132 - one from now - and another when I lose the other 80.
Here's what I'll need from you folks who visit my blog --encouragement! Tell me something that will inspire me. Pray for me. Tell me that it's worth it to turn down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....no, better yet, remind me that I'M worth turning down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....because somewhere, down deep inside, I think this weight is a result of self-hatred - or low self-esteem --or something....
I recently read in another blog that women's addictions recur when they feel that they aren't being pursued.....I think there's something to that. I'm definitely addicted to food....and once again, I've allowed food to become my god. I thought I had learned that lesson --apparently not. Thanks for the prayers --I'm gonna need them!
....until the next post,
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
There were (and still are) times in my life when I didn't quite understand why the Lord would answer my prayer for something seemingly trivial --yet years and years went by --as I prayed for my father's salvation and received no answer.
I love how God is in the details. He does care about every little thing which pertains to His children. It's awesome that He he always provides a good parking spot at WalMart as I whisper a prayer on the way into the lot, "Lord, please let there be a space near the door." Yet, I persistently prayed for my Dad for over 20 years... Let me just say this --never stop praying.
My father never minded that the rest of our family attended church. He was a good man - would give anyone the shirt off of his back --but didn't have room for the Lord in His life. His opinion was the the church was full of hypocrits. He couldn't recognize that we're all forgiven sinners --not perfect people.
I can remember, as a child and a young person, going into my bedroom, closing the door, getting down on my knees and weeping before the Lord - pleading for my Dad. There was no request more urgent on my heart. My mother prayed too. And we waited. And waited. And waited.
Over twenty years later --after Dad endured some very serious heart surgeries and a heart attack which eventually led to him being placed on the heart transplant list---the day came --when he literally had been given just a few days to live --that he got the call --they found a donor.
Dad went into that surgery --and came out - not only with a new physical heart - but with a new spiritual heart. Later, he would tell us that since God had given him another chance - He thought that it was about time that he start being grateful and he surrendered his life completely.
We saw him transform from a "good man" to a man after God's own heart. To see him standing in church - singing and worshipping the Lord - leading a Bible study - being an officer in the Men's Ministry - going on missions trips. --and always -wherever he was - whenever he had the opportunity - sharing the love of the Lord with anyone who would listen ---it was an amazing thing to witness. And the long-awaited answer to countless prayers for his salvation.
Dad is at Home with the Lord now. He lived six years post transplant before he died in the O.R. when they were removing the lower right lobe of his lung because he had been recently diagnosed with lung cancer.
The Lord knew that Dad had endured enough - and took him Home to be with Him - where he is now completely healed.
He is the person that I miss the most - every day - and it's been ten years since his Homecoming. I am sad that he never met my husband or our daughter. I am sad that I was never able to share with him the deepest secret of my life --and that I finally allowed the Lord to break through my stubborn, sinful heart and call me to a COMPLETE surrender to Him.
But --I'd like to think that Dad's a part of that great cloud of witnesses of whom the Bible speaks. He knows. He sees. He smiles at us from heaven --just as our Heavenly Father does.
I say all of this to say this --don't ever stop praying for your unsaved loved ones. Don't be discouraged. God works in so many ways in the human heart - ways we cannot see. ...Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved - and thy house. God is faithful - he will give you the desires of your heart as you continue to serve Him.
My prayer is that the day of your loved one's salvation will come soon --so that they may reap the benefits of the many blessings that the Lord bestows upon us.
I will continue to pray...
God bless you dear reader!
Monday, October 10, 2005
Here's another of my favorites ---an aspiring photographer: Robin. The photographs she shares are incredible! Visit A Little Bit of Me when you have some time!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Randy is also aware of the dead Palmetto Bug ---he hasn't bent down to pick it up either. And since Olivia is old enough that she's no longer putting everything in her mouth....I'll just let it sit there and see if Randy picks it up....
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
We had a great time ---now I'm trying to "catch up" on all my computer stuff. Following the progress of the little ones we're praying for has been a priority. Of course, can I EVEN remember how to add their link?! I'm telling you --early onset alzheimers --or something. My memory is not good at all. My neurologist says it's normal for me (I have MS) --but it's SO VERY FRUSTRATING!
Okay --gotta go "catch up" on my friends' blogs --and then figure out how to do the "link" thing --and maybe upload a photo of Olivia and Minnie. At one point, we were leaving breakfast with the characters and she got this very sad expression and then big tears started rolling down her face. I asked her what was wrong..."Mommy, I need to give Minnie Mouse a really big hug." Oh the drama of being three! She's too precious at times.
Okay --later gator (which we saw, by the way, in the wild, in Florida.)
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Redeat. How do you pronounce that name? Red eat... Ree deat...Red eee at...
Her name is Redeat - and she's three. Her birthday is just a week after our daughter's. She lives in Ethiopia. I was surfing the web today and came across the website for Mission of Mercy.
I couldn't resist the face! This little girl is just beautiful...so - we're now sponsoring her.
That makes two little girls we sponsor. The other, Yasmin, lives in the Dominican Republic. I couldn't resist sponsoring her either We sponsor Yasmin through another organization: Children International.
We've sponsored her for almost three years. Now - we add little Redeat.
We hope to teach our daughter a lot of different things by sponsoring these two girls. We're praying that she'll have a lot of compassion when she grows up. So - here's to little Redeat... (I can't find Yasmin's photo at the moment - but when I do - I'll post it too!)
Don't know what a plasma ray oven is....made it up.
I had to say something to get you to read!
Yesterday, I posted this:
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
...anxiously awaiting your answers....
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Here are some sites you may visit --kids with cancer. I've been following their progress and praying for them daily. God is big - bigger than cancer --prayer works!
Everyone - pray!
Here she is - Princess Olivia. As I type this --she is squishing cinnamon rolls between her fingers and watching the frosting ooze all over her "Elmo couch". (She's going to be a sculptor - or at the very least, a frosting consistency tester.)
Okay --I've gotta go clean her up, take the cover off the Elmo Couch and throw it in the wash - and then engage her in a spine-tingling game of Candy Land!
It's pitiful, isn't it?, how we are somehow "attached" to these computers. As if they have some unseen electrical umbilical cord. In my case, it's even worse. In addition to the "regular" computer - I now have a laptop --so I never even have to venture off the couch. I can just slug here and read email - read blogs - reply to email - comment on blogs - check if there are any new geocaches nearby ( www.geocaching.com ) --or just spend endless hours "googling". If I lack something to do ...(no wait, let me rephrase that)...if I lack the ambition to clean my house...(when does THAT happen?!) - then I can just sit on the couch for hours and "google" things. What is the prognosis for my friend's disease? google it. How far apart do we put the new bluebird houses? google it. What is the actual name of the Disney Princess, Sleeping Beauty? google it. Who wrote that song that's rattling around in my brain? google it. That actress that you just saw on TV...what else did she play in? google it. How do we get rid of the pond scum in our pond? google it. What actually is IN that battery that would explode if we put it in a fire or an incinerator? google it. What do I use to get the ink out of the upholstered chair? google it - no wait --the result would be housecleaning. nevermind. What does a three-toed sloth eat? (oh wait...my feet each have five toes.....) 'enough said!
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
Friday, September 16, 2005
Buster and Lisa called last night to ask if I'd watch JC because Buster's Dad, Harry, was having surgery today. (on the outside) - Of course, I'd be happy to watch JC!....(on the inside I'm saying to myself) what?!?! are you insane?!?! Do you have any idea what your day is going to be like with two 3-year olds - who are both 'an only child' - not understanding what it means to share - or wait your turn - or speak to each other in quiet, civilized voices? And, remember what happened the last time you babysat for Jim and Amanda? Gavin was here all day and then came that moment when he said to me, "Deb, I have to go to the potty"! NOW what do I do? I have a daughter...I don't know how to take a little boy to the potty. Well - at that time, my nightmare came true as Gavin climbed onto the toilet and placed his little bottom on the seat and then said to me..."You have to hold my pee-pee down". WHAT?!?! I have to do WHAT?!?!! oh brother. Needless to say - I "helped" him go to the potty --and we still managed to get half my bathroom soaked. oh no. What had I just signed up for? Well --the day was quite uneventful with the exception of the two cups of rainbow goldfish crackers being poured into one of Olivia's toys, the chocolate milk being poured all over the floor because JC didn't like the "squishy" straw that was in the sippy cup, the water all over the bathroom because he wanted to stick his head under the sink faucet to get a drink, the cookie crumbs all over the couch, the melted freezepops all over his clothes, and the red mark on his head caused by Olivia whacking him with the stick end of her hobby horse because he took her ball! But wait, it gets worse... At one point, he looked at me and said, "I have to poopy." no. please. not that. I reluctantly took him into the bathroom, lowered his pants, helped him onto the potty - all the while holding the door shut with my foot because Olivia was outside the door insisting on coming in - even though I had explained to her countless times that boys and girls don't go to the potty at the same time. After he was situated, I said, "Okay - I'll be back in a minute..." As I'm leaving, I'm saying to myself, now what do I do? Buster and Lisa had telephoned 30 minutes earlier to say that they were on their way to pick him up...are they here yet? please, Lord, let them be here....nope - no one driving down the driveway. JC calls timidly from the bathroom, "I'm done." gulp. deep breath. Okay. Let's get this over with. No, Olivia, you can NOT come in the bathroom to wash your hands with your Scooby Doo soap and no, you can NOT come in to help me get JC off the potty --he's a big boy - he can get off of the potty all by himself. well - that much is true. But, can he wipe himself BEFORE he gets off the potty? Of course, not...he's three! At this point, I'm REALLY wishing that I was back to that place and time when Gavin just asked me to do something SIMPLE like "hold my pee-pee down." But - not so. I had to do it. I had to wipe. Fortunately - it wasn't nearly as difficult a job as I had expected - and I'm sure that JC has long forgotten the event. But suffice to say, it's one moment in time which I will remember the rest of my life!!!
Olivia isn't potty trained yet. With her - it's not a big deal. She's my daughter.
Now...here's the worst part of this whole day. Harry's surgery was cancelled because his ProTime wasn't in the right range. (if you understand what that means, you're obviously a Med. Tech. or nurse or something - if you don't understand - don't worry about it - it's not really important as far as this blog is concerned.)
They've rescheduled Harry's surgery for Monday. So...what did I go and do??!? I offered to babysit JC AGAIN ON MONDAY!!! ....please, Buster and Lisa if you care anything about me as a friend, you will only feed JC a LIQUID diet on Sunday!
....that all said...for those of you who believe in the power of prayer....and there is a LOT of power in prayer....please pray for Harry. There is a concern that he may be facing small-cell carcinoma of the lung. not good. Part of his surgery will include a biopsy. I'll keep you posted.
Until my next blog....I'm outta here. Thanks for reading.
Finally - someone is reading my blog. (yahoo!) ---but now I have a WHOLE NEW dilemna --now I feel pressure to make sure that there's something in this blog worth reading! argh.
And, what I may feel is worthwhile reading - to someone else may be considered boring, rambling, drivel. double argh.
Okay - someone recently said that I radiate an upbeat, infectious personality. I replied that it was just a figleaf of her imagination. pressure. triple argh.
And....to top it all off --I have a splinter in my finger that is driving me absolutely batty ---but I don't DARE get out that needle to assist in the "de-splintering" process. (refer to previous post). quadruple argh.
okay...gotta go research some material.....
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I'll offer a prize!
If you are the first person to comment in my blog (and relatives don't count --not that any of THEM read my blog either)...but if you're the first person to comment in my blog and you email me your address --I'll send you a prize.
There - NOW I'll get comments.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Speaking of deep thoughts...who was it that had 'deep thoughts' on that show, Saturday Night Live?....those were funny.
Okay ---off to think.
This day, may I be faithful to pray for those around me who are in need - not because I am trying to get a blessing --but because I see them through the eyes of Jesus --Lord, give me Your compassion....
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Embrace a mindset of faith. Webster's Dictionary defines a mindset as a fixed mental attitude formed by experience or education. I fixed my mind, not on my faith, but on the God of my faith.
Faith will be the key to opening the door to your first 40 days with God, and faith is an essential and vital tool in successfully submitting 40 days to the Lord. What is faith? Faith is much more than what you believe about God. Faith is trusting Him fully. Faith is placing your confidence in His voice even when you don't know what to do or where to turn. Faith is standing firm on His Word in the midst of every difficulty.
A.W. Tozer said that even though the Bible is clear about the importance of faith, outside of a brief fourteen-word definition in Hebrews 11:1, nowhere does the Bible give us a definition of faith, but it does give us numerous examples of people exercising faith without question.
Many have received powerful personal revelations on faith. One of my favorites came from Oral Roberts who once said that faith is the power to believe what is right. I decided that I would rather exercise faith than know the definition of it, and I embraced the power to believe what was right. In doing that, I put on a mindset of faith. My entire being was focused on God. When you focus on God, you come to trust Him. When you trust Him, you unconditionally believe that He can do the impossible for you. Such faith builds hope and confidence, both in God and in what He will do in and through you.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
PRAY FOR REBEKAH!!!
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
From Guideposts Magazine August 2005 by Edward Grinnan - Editor-in-Chief:
Here we are in the hot heart of summer. I love thinking about our country in August--thinking about all those family reunions from Juncan to Jupiter Island, folks seeing one another for the first time in ages, maybe for the first time ever and maybe even for the last. I love thinking about those checkered picnic cloths spread across freshly mown grass,, baskets of secret-recipe fried chicken and tubs of Wilma's potato salad or Uncle Louie's ziti anchoring them against the stubborn breeze. And how many sand castles and mud forts will rise up only to be swept away by the heartless tide? Or a big wet dog shaking off a gallon of muddy lake water all over some heliotropic sunbather (who probably needed to cool off). Miniature golf, roadside tacos, soft serve ice cream and freezing cold movie theaters that reek of popcorn when the weather keeps you indoors and you've played all the board games in the closet. Or a baseball arcing through the sky like a satellite while an 11-year-old who's too small for his uniform circles uncertainly beneath it. Dear Lord, please let him catch it! And he does. Barely. While you clap so hard your hands sting.
The sun goes down late...though a little earlier each night, you notice. And there's just the barest chill in the air later when you blow out the citronella candles and bring the lawn chairs in. Always each season contains the suggestion of the next. And maybe you lie in bed and listen to the crickets or the rumbling of distant thunder (or was that just my stomach?) and think about how good it is--how holy, almost--just to be still.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
It's done storming. Finally.
Why am I writing?
Even more curious --why are you reading?
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
just ate some popcorn - with butter. not on my "low cholesterol" list of acceptable foods.
watching a recorded episode of Candid Camera. laughing.
getting more tired.
Just thought of those figure skaters...torvil and dean. whatever happened to them?
where they figure skaters?...or something else.
who was the one with the broken lace on the skate? some blonde chick.
how many years ago was that?
went caching today - FTF on TWO caches! Whoohoo! That NEVER happens!
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. ---not sure I agree ---I just like to type that sentence.
See Spot run. Spot runs fast. Run, Spot, Run!
ya snooze, ya lose.
oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clemmons. You owe me five farthings say the bells of St. Martin. when will you pay me say the bells of Old Bailey. When I get rich, say the bells of (I forget....Fort Pitch??) I should look up that song on the internet. It's old. I sang it in music class in third grade. that' a Looooonnnngg time ago.
okay - goodnight.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Random Thought #1: Blue Text
RED RED RED RED RED RED.....I know HTML....why am I messing with this text and color selection on this blog page....