A time to let them go........
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
The Little Red Pin Point!
This morning, I asked my Son if he'd please put his itinerary in my reminders on my I Pad. He took my I Pad. He took I Pad, downloaded an app and handed it back. It pinpoints his exact location as they journey across America. All afternoon, I've watched the little red pin make its way across NC,VA, W Va, and into Kentucky!
Whoo..my cup is running over! My God has me in His sight as well. Got someone you're praying for? Wondering how it will all unfold? Remember, God has them in His view, is following them everyday. He knows all, sees all! Trust in Him!
Okay, Folks...this is TOO MUCH!!! Just switched my app to actual terrain satellite, guess what? Without any fuzzing out any, I can zero on the red dot and see the highway, surrounding area, etc.. Got the picture? How big is God? How big and wide His vast domain? Big enough to rule this mighty universe, yet small enough to LIVE WITHIN my heart!!!
Whoo..my cup is running over! My God has me in His sight as well. Got someone you're praying for? Wondering how it will all unfold? Remember, God has them in His view, is following them everyday. He knows all, sees all! Trust in Him!
Okay, Folks...this is TOO MUCH!!! Just switched my app to actual terrain satellite, guess what? Without any fuzzing out any, I can zero on the red dot and see the highway, surrounding area, etc.. Got the picture? How big is God? How big and wide His vast domain? Big enough to rule this mighty universe, yet small enough to LIVE WITHIN my heart!!!
Monday, January 21, 2013
I've stubbornly resisted requests from family and friends to join Facebook. But with Jon Abram's family moving to Washington State, it appears to be the only way to communicate anymore.
I've discovered over the past that once bloggers join Facebook, they disappear from this site. That made me sad, since I wasn't on Facebook.
I'll try to consider others in this as well, and continue to post here. I must admit is much easier to post pictures, but lacks the personal feel I find blogging my devotionals here
Of course, there doesn't seem to have been many of them, lately. Makes me sad, but God knows all about it.
Jon Abram's family left around ten this morning for Washington. I have pictures and will try to get them up soon. Right now I'm just too wrung out.
I've discovered over the past that once bloggers join Facebook, they disappear from this site. That made me sad, since I wasn't on Facebook.
I'll try to consider others in this as well, and continue to post here. I must admit is much easier to post pictures, but lacks the personal feel I find blogging my devotionals here
Of course, there doesn't seem to have been many of them, lately. Makes me sad, but God knows all about it.
Jon Abram's family left around ten this morning for Washington. I have pictures and will try to get them up soon. Right now I'm just too wrung out.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Happy Birthday, JB
JB also loves his cousin, Jessica Mae.
Happy Birthday, JB. Nanny and Papa love you so much!!
Thursday, January 10, 2013
As I sat by my window this morning, this verse from my reading warmed and thrilled my heart...
And I will pray the Father, and He shall give you another Comforter, that He may abide with you forever...
And HE HAS! You know me, I had to sing sing sing! These words came to my heart........and as I sang them, this was my view from my window. Had to go out and snap this photo. Not the most beautiful daybreak ever, but never the less, the dawning of a brand new glorious day. My day from my Father, my day to cherish, and live for Him! And I don't have to walk alone....THE COMFORTER HAS COME!!!
The long, long night is past, the morning breaks at last,
And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast,
As o'er the golden hills the day advances fast!
The Comforter has come!
And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast,
As o'er the golden hills the day advances fast!
The Comforter has come!
The Comforter has come, the Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from Heav’n, the Father’s promise giv’n;
O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from Heav’n, the Father’s promise giv’n;
O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To ev'ry captive soul a full deliverance brings;
And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings;
The Comforter has come!
O boundless love divine! How shall this tongue of mine
To wond'ring mortals tell the matchless grace divine
That I, a child of hell, should in His image shine!
The Comforter has come!
Okay, folks......my cup is running over!!!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Go West........
From the beginning of time God has created men and women differently. Women love security, sameness, love, and the fireside warmth. These are innate gifts that make woman the faithful helpmate of man.
Men were created with a sense of adventure, courage, and a deep need to provide for his own. These gifts are what make him the protector, leader, and provider for his family. These traits have always been the force that has fueled our nation's forward journey, from the covered wagon to the space shuttles.
The men have forged ahead seeking all that the future offered them, and willing to risk life and limb to obtain those opportunities for those whom they loved. The strong women by their sides, though not endowed with all the masculine courage or strength, were equally responsible for sharing in their dream and just as willing to make that journey with them.
Today, I sit here thinking of those brave ones who settled our West. Who left the safety and security of familiar places and faces, to make that journey.
But today, as I think of those mentioned, I also have a new sense of the feelings of the ones left behind. Sending them away with our blessing and prayers, doesn't seem to make my heart ache less. This brave face that I'm determined to wear, can't mask this ache. Knowing, as those ones of days long ago whom watched loved ones "pulling out" to cross a continent, I, too, wrestle with the possibility that it may be a very very long time, if ever, before I see them again.
Knowing one cannot "hold too tightly" to one's children, and only wishing them God's best, we must kiss them goodbye.
As in days long ago, in twelve days, the "caravan" will depart to make a long, arduous journey to a home almost 3000 miles away. Our prayers will go with them, every mile of the journey! Those whom we cannot hold in our arms, we shall forever hold in our hearts!!!!
Men were created with a sense of adventure, courage, and a deep need to provide for his own. These gifts are what make him the protector, leader, and provider for his family. These traits have always been the force that has fueled our nation's forward journey, from the covered wagon to the space shuttles.
The men have forged ahead seeking all that the future offered them, and willing to risk life and limb to obtain those opportunities for those whom they loved. The strong women by their sides, though not endowed with all the masculine courage or strength, were equally responsible for sharing in their dream and just as willing to make that journey with them.
Today, I sit here thinking of those brave ones who settled our West. Who left the safety and security of familiar places and faces, to make that journey.
But today, as I think of those mentioned, I also have a new sense of the feelings of the ones left behind. Sending them away with our blessing and prayers, doesn't seem to make my heart ache less. This brave face that I'm determined to wear, can't mask this ache. Knowing, as those ones of days long ago whom watched loved ones "pulling out" to cross a continent, I, too, wrestle with the possibility that it may be a very very long time, if ever, before I see them again.
Knowing one cannot "hold too tightly" to one's children, and only wishing them God's best, we must kiss them goodbye.
As in days long ago, in twelve days, the "caravan" will depart to make a long, arduous journey to a home almost 3000 miles away. Our prayers will go with them, every mile of the journey! Those whom we cannot hold in our arms, we shall forever hold in our hearts!!!!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
"Green Eggs and Ham"...for New Year's Eve?
| Happy New Years to All My Dear Friends!!
Did yall have your black-eyed peas and hog jowl? Hey, not me!!! Not really my cup of tea, and I had to be real original
I had a sweet visit from my brother yesterday. Then I decided to redo my "play pen(computer site, recliner, etc.)" Trying to get things within reach so I don't have to bend or twist to get to them all.
Whew! That turned out to be a job. By then, it was very late afternoon and we hadn't had a hot meal all day. I told Jon I sure wish we could order Chinese delivered(which I"ve NEVER done). It's totally off my diet and that of course, makes it TOTALLY GOOD. ha ha. Of well, that was also TOTALLY outside our budget.
So being the "adventurous" soul that I am(hope by now, you're getting the irony in this), I decided to look up a recipe for sweet and sour chicken. I finally found AN EASY ONE!!! Hello? Anyone out there that knows me? Easy doesn't exist in my vocabulary.... hee hee.
Wonder of all wonders, I had every ingredient in this EASY RECIPE!! Red wine vinegar(hey! It's NEW YEAR'S Eve, remember?), lemon juice, pineapple juice, etc. etc. right down to the 4 drops or red food coloring. Boy, oh, boy... This is gonna be GOOD!!
I thawed out two boneless skinless chicken breasts , sliced them into bite sizes, battered and put them into a little olive oil to brown. I measured, got that, measured every ingredient exactly, this was gonna be a fore sure New Year's Eve to remember, you betcha.....
Ahh...the sauce is topping off to perfection! Chicken's done, waters boiling for the rice to be added. Jon's got his Mom on speaker phone and I'm tuned in.........BIG MISTAKE! In a split second...all is lost!! Help, I dumped the rice into the sauce. I let out a loud shriek!! Jon recognizes that very familiar sound... "Ahhhhhh...Mom, I gotta go now," he tactfully hangs up on his Mom and heads to the kitchen. FEMA, where are you?
By now I'm hanging on by a tread, a very thin tread. I want to do a two year old melt down, but too bad, I'm almost 63. Deep breath.... breathe, breathe. We stare at the muck. We add a little water to absorb the swelling rice, pink rice by now... After a few minutes, we pour it into the skillet with the chicken.
As I served it up, and sat down at the table. I had to remind myself that happiness comes not from what we don't have, buy what we DO HAVE. I'm so happy on this New Year's Eve to be sitting here in a warm home with my dear Hubby. So many many blessings.
Final note: It was ACTUALLY quite delicious, that is if you ate it with your eyes closed. But hey, it might not be "Green Eggs and Ham," but pink rice and chicken "aint half bad."
Happy New Years, Linda and Jon
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