tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22784021855746683262024-03-13T04:58:15.705-04:00.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-66885456488213017312016-07-14T10:33:00.001-04:002016-07-14T10:33:07.539-04:00White Pride?I'll probably muddle my way through this, and am taking a risk of being misunderstood....but here goes anyway..<br />
All over the news this morning is an eighth grade student who wrote and performed a poem, called "White Privilege."<br />
It is being heralded as an awesome pot stirrer. I do admire what I must take at face value as an attempt to correct racial inequality.<br />
But I find it disturbing... I do not feel the need to apologize that I'm white, that I'm a woman, and for where I am on the economic scale.<br />
Can you imagine a black apologizing for being black? Why should he? Neither can I take pride in being white. I had no choice in that matter. God created me who I am....like any other race. No better, no worse. Likewise, I'm fulfilled in being a woman, again God's choice. No better than men, no lesser than men.<br />
I have many black friends and family members. I love them all. That's just exactly who they are...my friends and family. I am always unaware of their race. It doesn't stare me in the face as an issue needing to be addressed.<br />
I have a college degree that I worked very hard for. Started at $1.05 an hour working out in the blazing hot Florida sun at a flower farm. My siblings do not have college degrees. That was their choice. They are all productive happy siblings. I'm no better, no less. Such is America...freedom to choose. My siblings love me. They don't consider me better than them....because I'm not.<br />
My grandchildren go to a private school. Am I happy about that? Sure am. Am I proud....does that make them better? I'm proud that their fathers work very hard to make it possible, just as all fathers can.<br />
Are Jon and I rich? That's funny.... but we have worked hard, done our best to care for our family, love God and this wonderful country.<br />
By many folks standards we are poverty level. We haven't let that determine our destiny or our happiness. Neither do we consider it a stool to perch on and say, "You owe me."<br />
No matter what race, if I pride in my color....I need God's forgiveness and awareness that we are ALL created in His image.<br />
So never apologize for being whom God has beautifully created you to be. Apologize for the things that are YOUR fault..such as prejudice and pride.<br />
This is America land that I love.<br />
This is the land of endless opportunity.<br />
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I really enjoyed reading in Isaiah this morning. No matter how bad, no matter what they(nation of Israel) had done....<br />God was always standing with an outstretched hand....beckoning them to come, to be forgiven and restored.... What mercy!!</div>
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Then came this beautiful chapter 12 that made my heart swell!!</div>
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And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord, I will praise Thee: though Thou wast angry with me, Thine anger is turned away, and Thou comfortedst me. (need comfort this morning? Here it is!)</div>
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Behold, God is my salvation: I will trust, and not be afraid: (are you fearful? Give it to Him.): for the Lord Jehovah is my strength(Feel weak? Lean on Him.)and my song; He also is my salvation.</div>
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Therefore with joy(deep unspeakable contentment) shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation.(I'm lowering my 'bucket' this morning....drawing deeply....from His well).</div>
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And in that day shall ye say, Praise the Lord, call upon His name,declare His doings among the people, make mention that His name is exalted.(Let's talk about Jesus more and more!)</div>
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Sing unto the Lord; for He hath done excellent things:(Whoohoo!! EXCELLENT things!!!!) this is known in all the earth.</div>
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Cry out and shout!!!(thou inhabitant of Zion) for GREAT is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee!!!</div>
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So.... I'm going to:<br />Praise<br />Be comforted<br />Trust<br />Be strengthened<br />Be joyful<br />Exalt His name<br />Sing and<br />Shout!!!!!!</div>
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Poor Little Gal was spayed and had to wear this misery for 12 days!!<br />
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6 months old<br />
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Jon Abram and one of his co workers is puddle jumping from Washing to Wisconsin this week. He has taken us right along with him with pictures, Facetiming, and messages. Such a beautiful nation.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-28915521513971868652016-05-18T08:27:00.002-04:002016-05-18T08:27:30.697-04:00Rainy Day Blessings.........<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
Dark, cool, rainy day... sitting here enjoying hubby time...listening to Tennessee Ernie Ford....rolling down memory lane.</div>
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Oh, remembering these old songs.... not Charles Wesley hymns for sure, but I can hear Daddy singing some of them, and Mama other ones....</div>
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Thinking of my blessed past, enjoying God's goodness of this day, anticipating the joys of tomorrow!!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-55882307760944482522016-04-08T07:56:00.004-04:002016-04-08T07:56:36.877-04:00Tattooed!<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">It was a fall in 1969. I was a sophomore in college. I was covered in tattoos. Oh, how I wanted them removed, but as everyone knows it's incredibly expensive as well as painful to have tattoos removed. I was so miserable, I hated myself.</span></div>
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Yes, I was a sophomore in Bible College, does that surprise you? Oh, no.... no one else SAW my tattoos............they were well hidden, a dark secret known only to me and to God! My heart was covered with tattoos..<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">.....scared and ugly by all the "hidden/ugly" sins(pride/self centeredness/ etc.). I "looked" so good on the outside... Who would judge me? But lost, oh, so very lost I was. Just as lost, hurting, and lonely as any other soul who may perhaps wear his tattoos on the outside!!</span></div>
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It would be painful and expensive to have my tattoos removed, far more so than any outward ones ever would. Someone would have to pay! Someone would have to suffer pain! I found that SOMEONE!! That SOMEONE found me! He paid! He suffered! He erased them every one of them!! Not only did He erase them from my heart, He gave me a NEW HEART!!</div>
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I thought about all this as I read aloud this morning from Matthew. So many people from so many different walks of life, so many and varied needs, so many different ways of expressing their faith...... A leper worshiped him, a Centurion whose faith rested in just the spoken Words of Jesus, a mother-in-law, the demon possessed, a man with the palsy whose sins Jesus chose to forgive before healing him, a Ruler whose faith towered high enough to request and get the resurrection of his daughter, the poverty stricken women(due to medical bills) who had enough faith to believe that just a touch of Christ's garment would be enough, Matthew who immediately responded to Jesus simple Words, 'Follow me!', and the publicans and sinners with whom Jesus ate!!</div>
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Surely one would say that Jesus was non-discriminatory!! His love embraced all!! His power of healing and redemption reached all!</div>
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So today, when you see the "tattooed," the poor, the hurting................see them through the eyes of Jesus! See them as redeemed!! That's way He came! That's why He died! That's why He LIVES!!!</div>
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That's WHAT He did for me!!!</div>
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It was one beautiful Easter weekend....</div>
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The grandmother gathered her little one up and took her to a large church which was presenting a vivid passion play drama...</div>
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The crowd was large so the grandmother and her little one had to sit toward the back.. The grandmother was so proud of her sweet little girl...dressed out in her Raggedy Anne pinafore and her golden curls.</div>
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The scenes progressed with breathtaking reality.... The little girl had sat on her grandmother's knee by the hours and listened to stories of Jesus... Now it seemed as though the little one was lifted from those pages into the moving drama.... To her....it WAS Jesus!! Struggling to see better, she stood up in her seat...clutching tightly to her grandmother's shoulder.</div>
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Then a touching scene....Jesus and the little children of Galileec...left the stage and began to proceed down the long aisle... The spotlight was upon them as they drew nearer and nearer...</div>
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The little one now reached toward the approaching Christ....her arms outstretched....calling, "Jesus!! Jesus!! Jesus!!!"</div>
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As Christ and the children reached grandmother's aisle, the spotlight caught the vision of the little Raggedy Anne figure straining and calling out..</div>
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Jesus stopped... the crowd seemed to hold it's breath...</div>
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He reached out his hand, "Come to me, child..." he spoke. Without any hesitation... golden curls bouncing...the little one scrambled from her grandmother's embrace and ran to Jesus..</div>
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Now as the spotlight followed Jesus and the little peasant children around the aisle...He now held a little girl in a pinafore by the hand...</div>
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It was a gripping moment...the past met the present... and HE WAS ENOUGH!!!</div>
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Tears were pouring down the faces of those in the crowd...</div>
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At last Jesus walked the little girl form this present age back to her Nanny..... Erica's face was lit with a heavenly glow... She had seen Jesus!!</div>
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The crowd burst into applause....</div>
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WE HAD ALL SEEN JESUS!!!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-85853099569675598592016-03-23T13:29:00.002-04:002016-03-23T13:39:01.949-04:00Loved<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
Love expressed so beautifully...</div>
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Yesterday, Hubs was so bad that I had to cancel his visit with his neurologist.... Pretty bad when you are too bad to go to the doctor. He was just so wracked with pain, and his balance was so bad...</div>
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Today...I sat in my recliner...knees hurting too badly to get up...neck hurting too badly to lay my head back....</div>
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Sweet Hubs...struggled from his chair, went to the bedroom and brought me my neck pillow...</div>
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I KNOW what that cost him..</div>
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It cost him...</div>
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Far more than a dozen red roses.<br />
Far more than a meal at Outback.<br />
Far more than a huge box of chocolates.</div>
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It cost him....he gave...all he had, everything he had...</div>
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I'm loved. And I know it.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-82050303604963166082016-03-14T09:06:00.006-04:002016-03-14T09:06:29.458-04:00This Land is My Land, This Land is Your LandThis World My Grandchildren have to grow up in...<br />
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The news is frightening. i care. i vote. But I didn't realize how much in my thinking that it was just "out there" somewhere.<br />
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Reality hit me hard in the face Saturday...<br />
Erica is flying to her folks in Mass. over spring break. For the first time she is leaving from Charlotte. Charlotte just recently passed a law that legalized all bathrooms to be "gender free," that is, no longer do you have a choice of men or women's restroom.<br />
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My dear granddaughter brought this up and her fears of what she might face. Granted, this is her departure destination, So her mother will be with her there. But what if that were the law at the other four airports she will use before she arrives home?<br />
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A young 16 year old young woman....facing who knows what in a restroom. Now this is so much more that a news clip on my pc. This is reality!! This is now!! This is MY GRANDDAUGHTER!!<br />
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My heart is sick.... This is my land, this is your land....<br />
Return America!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-81655470476992387912016-03-12T14:10:00.001-05:002016-03-12T14:10:50.367-05:00Bring Back the Apron: Whatever Happened to the Apron?<a href="http://bringbacktheapron.blogspot.com/2016/03/whatever-happened-to-apron.html?spref=bl">Bring Back the Apron: Whatever Happened to the Apron?</a>: Aprons. They used to be a big thing in our culture. Women wore them 24-7 whenever they were home,...which they were most of the time...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-50689981412559986932016-03-11T12:52:00.002-05:002016-03-11T12:52:39.542-05:00Casey<div abp="142">
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On Jan. 4th, I got a little 4 week old, 12 ounce little Chihuahua. We named her Casey and it didn't take long for her to erase all the bad things Jon had heard of and feared about getting me a Chihuahua. Needless to say she has bonded with me and loves Jon as well. I haven't posted any pictures on Facebook because I truly felt there would be folks who just wouldn't understand. </div>
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Casey is now 13 weeks old and weighs 3 pounds.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-17948125536277766242016-03-09T16:13:00.003-05:002016-03-09T16:13:34.401-05:00Counting Springs...<div abp="4253" data-contents="true">
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<span abp="4264" data-offset-key="850q3-0-0"><span abp="4265" data-text="true">The winter seems to be rolling up its carpet and preparing to file it into the archives of history.</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4272" data-offset-key="4bv1q-0-0"><span data-text="true">Spring appears to at last be serious about bursting into color, nest building, and "window open" days...</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4280" data-offset-key="3aic4-0-0"><span abp="4281" data-text="true">I thought about spring.... I'm 66 years old and if perhaps I'm given the gift of longer life.... I'm still at the point in life of possibly counting my springs.... </span></span></div>
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<span abp="4288" data-offset-key="53llh-0-0"><span abp="4289" data-text="true">God says life is life a vapor, like the grass that springs up and quickly fades away...</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4296" data-offset-key="2kfl6-0-0"><span data-text="true">Winter, Christmas...time seems to have flown by ever so quickly.</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4304" data-offset-key="b2jpl-0-0"><span abp="4305" data-text="true">I moved my bird feeder from the deck today where I had placed it for easy access during the cold months. I took the second one from the shed and placed them both back by the flower box where the hyacinths and crocuses are blooming. I took the birdbath from the garage and put it back among the budding tulips...</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4312" data-offset-key="5c7c8-0-0"><span abp="4313" data-text="true">Only a brief time later I sat on the deck and the little maple tree by the feeders was filled with brilliant cardinals. Chickadees were already feeding freely... </span></span></div>
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<span abp="4320" data-offset-key="68bf0-0-0"><span data-text="true">The singing birds...the gentle breeze lifted my heart and spirits to the heights!</span></span></div>
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<span abp="4328" data-offset-key="4sh3p-0-0"><span abp="4329" data-text="true">Counting springs.... despondent? No, I didn't feel that way at all. I was only contemplating my mortality... </span></span></div>
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<span abp="5202" data-offset-key="980o2-0-0"><span abp="5203" data-text="true">This spring is special!!! This spring is mine to hold.... to breath in...to relish...to treasure... This is my moment...to live, to love, to laugh....</span></span></div>
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<span abp="5210" data-offset-key="amf35-0-0"><span abp="5211" data-text="true">My heart was so full of rejoicing..... Thank you, God, for this gift..</span></span></div>
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<span abp="5218" data-offset-key="56q0t-0-0"><span abp="5219" data-text="true">This "my spring!"</span></span></div>
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In Every Thing Give Thanks................. <br />
The kitchen floor was a mess...<br />
Leaves, mud, debris scattered all over...<br />
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Who was the culprit that had tracked havoc into my kitchen?<br />
Humm..... there are Hub's sneakers near the table...<br />
I picked them up and sure enough...........the sneakers identified the suspect!<br />
I took the old worn sneakers to the edge of the deck rail and with a brush began to clean away all the mess.<br />
Suddenly my eyes filled with tears, my heart overflowed.. My heart was just too full.<br />
These dirty ole sneakers told a story... My Jon CAN WALK! His feet and legs, although often tired and pained...are still tracking..... walking into my kitchen...across my floor.... filling this home....<br />
My heart was reminded of what "could have been." My heart is full of what is!!<br />
So today, "Thank You, God! For reminding me afresh and anew that life is precious and good....that the mundane and oft taken for granted moments of life are gifts from Your hand!!"<br />
So rather it's "Whiskers in the Sink" or "Leaves Upon the Floor..." today I thank You!!1</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-30292933076325889662016-03-06T11:26:00.002-05:002016-03-06T11:26:35.778-05:00"Now THAT just 'aint' human!!"<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_56dc59e5860be9a76709952">
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But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you.<br /> Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.<br />
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NOPE!! That's not the "natural" human way. It takes the SUPERNATURAL Presence of the abiding Holy Spirit to do this. No........I don't know of anyone who has actually cursed me, but you know what I mean...<br /> That annoying person that you just might have a personality clash with, or are just on two different wave lengths with.........nothing in common.<br /> I'm not the most polished person, but God has mellowed me out some over the years....<br /> It's also been humbling to find out over the years that just perhaps I DIDN'T have all my ducks in a row.<br /> It's a lot easier to love others when one really sees oneself as Christ does, full of faults and failures. I'm so glad He's still working on me!<br /> Today, Lord, help me to love as You do, as I want You and others to love me!!</div>
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For those of you not on Facebook, here are a few pictures to update you..<br />
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Cameron and JB have both had huge growth spurts this year!<br />
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This photo of my #3, Lyndy Lou, and #2, Jiff...was taken just a couple of days ago. Jon Abram's family is still living in Washington State. I haven't seen these two sweet girls in two years....way too long.<br />
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Melinda loves hats just like her great-grandmother Sowers.<br />
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A typical Saturday morning at Nanny and Papa's house.<br />
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I love this picture of Jon Abram's family taken last fall.<br />
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Our dear son, Jon Abram<br />
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Just before Christmas last year, Melody flew in to visit us. We were so happy.<br />
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"He that dwelleth in the secret place of... the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." our prayer for our life together...<br />
That is the first verse....<br />
But this morning it was the last verse that just grabbed my heart...<br />
"With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.."<br />
It was as though I took a book and with my thumb, fanned the pages from beginning to end, almost feeling the gentle breeze from the pages...time fleeing before me..<br />
These two verses seemed to be book ends...from we SHALL... to He HAS.. We have dwelled under His shadow...and He has given us long life... But the long life isn't really the most important thought here... it is that HE HAS and even now DOES SATISFY!!!<br />
A couple of days ago I got our our love letters, now yellowed with age.... The pages were filled with our longings to follow Christ... A journey we could never imagined.. one that has been more wonderful than we ever dreamed... A Christ who has shown us His salvation!!<br />
If you haven't tried my Jesus.... I promise you He will never be a disappointed you...all the days of your life.<br />
I so love the words of this song...which expresses my feeling so well:<br />
Well, I tried Him and I found His promises are true<br />
He’s everything He said that He would be<br />
The finest words I know cannot begin to tell<br />
Just how much He really means to me<br />
For He’s more wonderful than my mind can conceive<br />
He’s more wonderful than my heart can believe<br />
He goes beyond my highest hopes and fondest dream<br />
He’s everything that my soul ever longed for<br />
Everything He promised and so much more<br />
More than amazing<br />
More than marvelous<br />
More than miraculous could ever be<br />
He’s more wonderful<br />
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As the war raged and the Philippine nationals suffered greatly(90,000 civilians died) the people pressed on...fighting bravely and holding on to a hope...a promise by a great man they trusted...General Douglas MacArthur!! They held on, believing he would surely keep his promise to them!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-30237541386899520492016-02-24T09:08:00.002-05:002016-02-24T10:57:45.839-05:00A Return to the Past.. On to Tomorrow I'm back, dear friends!!! I've missed you! Like so many others, when one moves to Facebook, they disappear from their blog... Sad.. For sure. Facebook has its perks, but it has its down side as well...<br />
Having said that, I'll move on.<br />
I think I may feel a little freer to write here because I know only those truly interested will be here. Although I must admit, for some time now, although my devotions still inspire me and I often feel the urge to write my thoughts down, I just don't seem to have the strength to do it anymore. So you may now find mostly pictures on this blog. Be that as it may, it will just as assuredly be from my heart.<br />
My Critters inspire me. I'm having a harder time keeping up with them as well! But they are still a great comfort to me!<br />
That's all for now, folks! Pictures to soon follow!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278402185574668326.post-54546250426601764092015-05-25T06:44:00.001-04:002015-05-25T06:44:46.176-04:00Memorial Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Erica went with me to the dentist!! She is now a senior!!! Can't believe it!!<br />
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Erica's piano <br />
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Cam graduated from 8th grade last night. I so wish I could attend these evening events.<br />
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JB's little Easter chick has grown.<br />
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Amy came and made strawberry preserves. It was so good.<br />
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Our Lyndy Lou before a ten hour flight!<br />
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Pam's little grandson graduates.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854723872546301156noreply@blogger.com0