You gotta blog, you know? Really, everybody is doing it and for once, it's OK to be doing what everyone else is doing.
No blog? Get one. What a great way to blah, blah, blah your life for the rest of us to yadda, yadda, yadda about. For writers, it's critical, IMHO.
Readers love to know more about their favorite author, or the author of a book they just read. Bloggin gives them reason to visit your site over and over. Then, when a new release comes out, they have car keys in hand, on their way out to B & N, or zipping over to Amazon.com.
I've been a blogger since I was a preteen. I had a little girl's diary at the age of seven which I wrote in often. By the time I was a teen, I blogged, ooops, journaled several times a week if not daily. Now I have opportunity to share my life with the world. Yippy for you.
I wouldn't have wanted to cyber blog during my teens and twenties, really. My personal thoughts and feelings out there for everyone to read. Yowza.
But really, get a blog. Don't be a rebel. ;)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! My mother-in-law called up the stairs this morning, "Rachel, look outside." Big white snowflakes were coming down. I shoved Tony out of bed to the tune of "do I have to?" and made him boot up and go outside for a photo op. I haven't seen snow since November of '97 when Laura, Esther, Cassie and I trekked to Poughkeepsi with woman named Judy. ("Hey, can you tell me how to get to Broadway?") Oh man, too funny. We laughed so hard. Anyway, we lead worship at a Woman's weekend at the River Church. It snowed one afternoon. The ladies blamed me. I didn't mind, but if you actually think I have that kind of power... ha!
Meeting Beka. Tony and I drove down to Shelbyville to meet with Beka, Josh, Caleb and Elizabeth for dinner. Chuck didn't feel well, so he stayed home. We missed him. But the kids are doing well. When I first held Elizabeth she looked at me so intent like, "You seem familiar, but you're not my mommy." Anyway, we had a nice time. Drove home in a fresh snow fall, stopped at Barnes & Noble 'cause I needed a new writing-ideas notebook and now we are home.
The writer's life. It's a hard life, but a good one. So full of doubt, but I have to believe that the Lord is leading me. Amen and amen. Blog that.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Gosh, it's it Friday already
Vacation weeks go by so quickly, don't they?
I had a great time yesterday visiting with Colleen Coble and Diann Hunt. We talked, ate, talked some more and laughed a lot. We have the same agent, so we took a picture together. I told Colleen to send it to her with this title, "Your favorite clients." I'll post the picture as soon as I can edit it down. It's too big right now.
Not too much else to report. All's still fair in love and war in case you were wondering. Although I wonder about that statement. Like is murder fair for the sake of love? Not really. Is adultry fair for the sake of love? Not really. So perhaps that should change. All is NOT fair in love. War, different story, I suppose. But being as I'm not experienced in war, I'll refrain from commenting.
We are going over to see Tony's sister today. She has a bunch of barn yard animals. Then we are going out to dinner. I should write, but am enjoying being in vacation mode. I guess I'll have to write tomorrow.
Oh, let me tell you what is true about love: it is patient, kind, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures. Love never fails. God is love. Pretty cool, eh?
Well, off to do something, perhaps nothing, but I'm done here. :)
I had a great time yesterday visiting with Colleen Coble and Diann Hunt. We talked, ate, talked some more and laughed a lot. We have the same agent, so we took a picture together. I told Colleen to send it to her with this title, "Your favorite clients." I'll post the picture as soon as I can edit it down. It's too big right now.
Not too much else to report. All's still fair in love and war in case you were wondering. Although I wonder about that statement. Like is murder fair for the sake of love? Not really. Is adultry fair for the sake of love? Not really. So perhaps that should change. All is NOT fair in love. War, different story, I suppose. But being as I'm not experienced in war, I'll refrain from commenting.
We are going over to see Tony's sister today. She has a bunch of barn yard animals. Then we are going out to dinner. I should write, but am enjoying being in vacation mode. I guess I'll have to write tomorrow.
Oh, let me tell you what is true about love: it is patient, kind, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures. Love never fails. God is love. Pretty cool, eh?
Well, off to do something, perhaps nothing, but I'm done here. :)
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Vacation, Day II
It's the end of day two. We flew in yesterday and spent the evening relaxing, dining with Tony's sister Sally and her husband Jose and son Che.
The cat's run from us, but the dog, Molly wags her tail and whines. She loves us. The weather is beautiful. Sunny and cold. The snow is melting, but hopefully it'll snow again before we leave.
I feel rested. I've been writing off and on all day. Wrote two synopsis. One romance, one chic lit, just hammering out ideas. Both ideas came so consise and clearly, I couldn't resist writing them down. But they need polishing, of course.
I finished a chapter of Lambert's Peace and am starting the next. I'd like to write on it more before going to bed. Thursday I'm driving to Wabash to visit my writing friends Collen Coble and Diann Hunt.
A word about Johnny Carson. I was sad to hear he died. Though I'm only 44, he was apart of my growing up. In the summer, it was a big deal to stay up late and watch Johnny Carson. I'd check to see if my favorite stars would be on. And yes, I'm not crazy. The show used to be an hour and a half. I thought so. When did it change? Johnny, a loved icon of American entertainment. I hope he knew Jesus. Better Him than all the stars in the sky, or Hollywood.
Well, I'm thirsty. Hi to Alison and all who've stopped by recently. Sign my guestbook.
The cat's run from us, but the dog, Molly wags her tail and whines. She loves us. The weather is beautiful. Sunny and cold. The snow is melting, but hopefully it'll snow again before we leave.
I feel rested. I've been writing off and on all day. Wrote two synopsis. One romance, one chic lit, just hammering out ideas. Both ideas came so consise and clearly, I couldn't resist writing them down. But they need polishing, of course.
I finished a chapter of Lambert's Peace and am starting the next. I'd like to write on it more before going to bed. Thursday I'm driving to Wabash to visit my writing friends Collen Coble and Diann Hunt.
A word about Johnny Carson. I was sad to hear he died. Though I'm only 44, he was apart of my growing up. In the summer, it was a big deal to stay up late and watch Johnny Carson. I'd check to see if my favorite stars would be on. And yes, I'm not crazy. The show used to be an hour and a half. I thought so. When did it change? Johnny, a loved icon of American entertainment. I hope he knew Jesus. Better Him than all the stars in the sky, or Hollywood.
Well, I'm thirsty. Hi to Alison and all who've stopped by recently. Sign my guestbook.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Just call me Eva Knieva
I drove the mile over to Publix this morning without my seatbelt! Daring! Gutsty! I know. Breaking the law, yeah, well sorta. Sorry about that. But I confess it's my own little passive agressive revolt against the idea that lawmakers think they are doing society a favor by requiring them to wear seatbelts, all the while burying their head in the sand over the thousands of unborn babies aborted each year.
If abortion is protected under the guise of a "woman's right to do what she wants with her body" (never mind the baby's) then why can't I drive down the road without my seatbelt? Isn't it my body? Who am I harming? Can't I do with my body want I want?
Geez, now I've done got on my soapbox. It must be the Eva Knieva in me. Climbing down. As I do, let me say this. Abortion is a tough issue. I have compassion for woman who've had to choose. Jesus has compassion for them, too, and offers grace, forgiveness and peace.
Look, He didn't go to the Cross to for the right to condemn us with our weakness and sin. He went to the Cross to purchase us from the evil one, the one who does condemn us and continually accuse us before the Righteous One. In John 3:17 Jesus tells us He came not to judge but to save. Those who believe in Him are NOT judged.
The Cross, Life and Resurrection of Jesus is about qualification, not disqualification. He's glad over you! He sings over you! He's not mad or disappointed. He knows our frame, our weakness. Abortion or not, His arms are waiting for you.
You know what Jesus told me once? Maybe I've blogged it already, but it bears repeating. I was singing to Him one day after a hard phone conversation with someone. I played the keyboard, pouring out my heart, trying to get the slim off of me, and He sang back. "I've searched the whole earth, the whole earth, through all of time and Rachel, there is no one like you. No one." I burst into tears, feeling, thinking, "No, that can't be. I'm nothing. I'm ordinary." But the truth is, in all of human history, there is no one like me. I'm unique. Song of Solomn 6:9 "But my dove, my perfect one, is unique."
That's me! That's you. The King of King, Lord of Lords wants you. He must have you. There is no one like you. He loves us so much He bore the Cross to prove it. No Mohammad, no Budda, no Maharishi, no Confucius, no religious zealout, leader, guru took the thorny crown, the whipping with a cat-of-nine tails, the fist beatings, the pulling out of the beard, the nailing to the rugged, wooden Cross, the spear in the side, the pain, shame and rejection for you to have life abundantly. No one but Jesus! It's only our arrogance and darkness that keeps us from seeing "what kind of love is this?"
All the religions of the world are about man becoming like God, man making a way to God, man appeasing God. But faith in Jesus is about realizing God became man, God made the way for man to come to Him, and He appeased Himself with Himself. Mind blowing.
Wow! I didn't know the soap box was so tall. I'm down now.
Exhortation. I started reading the book Bonnie gave me about the life of writers/authors. Several impacted me deeply. I felt God whisper over me after reading several this morning. I've really carried the burden of being told I'm not great, and have a lot of work to do. I don't want to dismiss the counsel, 'cause I know I'm not "great," but it's made me want to give up. So, the Lord said to me, "Rachel, you're not great, but the One who is great lives in of you."
Tears, of course, the tears came. I'm not in this writing biz alone. I know I have work to do. I want to get better, grow in my craft. Pull out that deep story inside of me, but I don't have to work, walk, write alone. The Great One lives in me.
I said it before, I'll say it again, Jesus rocks! My Father in Heaven is kind, loving, full of mercy and compassion. He loves me.
We go on vacation tomorrow and I need to get cleaning the house. I have the windows open and it's freezing in here, but once I get cleaning, I'll warm up. Tonight is Javi and Brenda's ordination at Rapha Christian Center, so we are going to that.
Grace and Peace.
If abortion is protected under the guise of a "woman's right to do what she wants with her body" (never mind the baby's) then why can't I drive down the road without my seatbelt? Isn't it my body? Who am I harming? Can't I do with my body want I want?
Geez, now I've done got on my soapbox. It must be the Eva Knieva in me. Climbing down. As I do, let me say this. Abortion is a tough issue. I have compassion for woman who've had to choose. Jesus has compassion for them, too, and offers grace, forgiveness and peace.
Look, He didn't go to the Cross to for the right to condemn us with our weakness and sin. He went to the Cross to purchase us from the evil one, the one who does condemn us and continually accuse us before the Righteous One. In John 3:17 Jesus tells us He came not to judge but to save. Those who believe in Him are NOT judged.
The Cross, Life and Resurrection of Jesus is about qualification, not disqualification. He's glad over you! He sings over you! He's not mad or disappointed. He knows our frame, our weakness. Abortion or not, His arms are waiting for you.
You know what Jesus told me once? Maybe I've blogged it already, but it bears repeating. I was singing to Him one day after a hard phone conversation with someone. I played the keyboard, pouring out my heart, trying to get the slim off of me, and He sang back. "I've searched the whole earth, the whole earth, through all of time and Rachel, there is no one like you. No one." I burst into tears, feeling, thinking, "No, that can't be. I'm nothing. I'm ordinary." But the truth is, in all of human history, there is no one like me. I'm unique. Song of Solomn 6:9 "But my dove, my perfect one, is unique."
That's me! That's you. The King of King, Lord of Lords wants you. He must have you. There is no one like you. He loves us so much He bore the Cross to prove it. No Mohammad, no Budda, no Maharishi, no Confucius, no religious zealout, leader, guru took the thorny crown, the whipping with a cat-of-nine tails, the fist beatings, the pulling out of the beard, the nailing to the rugged, wooden Cross, the spear in the side, the pain, shame and rejection for you to have life abundantly. No one but Jesus! It's only our arrogance and darkness that keeps us from seeing "what kind of love is this?"
All the religions of the world are about man becoming like God, man making a way to God, man appeasing God. But faith in Jesus is about realizing God became man, God made the way for man to come to Him, and He appeased Himself with Himself. Mind blowing.
Wow! I didn't know the soap box was so tall. I'm down now.
Exhortation. I started reading the book Bonnie gave me about the life of writers/authors. Several impacted me deeply. I felt God whisper over me after reading several this morning. I've really carried the burden of being told I'm not great, and have a lot of work to do. I don't want to dismiss the counsel, 'cause I know I'm not "great," but it's made me want to give up. So, the Lord said to me, "Rachel, you're not great, but the One who is great lives in of you."
Tears, of course, the tears came. I'm not in this writing biz alone. I know I have work to do. I want to get better, grow in my craft. Pull out that deep story inside of me, but I don't have to work, walk, write alone. The Great One lives in me.
I said it before, I'll say it again, Jesus rocks! My Father in Heaven is kind, loving, full of mercy and compassion. He loves me.
We go on vacation tomorrow and I need to get cleaning the house. I have the windows open and it's freezing in here, but once I get cleaning, I'll warm up. Tonight is Javi and Brenda's ordination at Rapha Christian Center, so we are going to that.
Grace and Peace.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I did a thing today
Yeah, a thing. Spoke at the Ladies Winter Luncheon at church. Small crowd, but we had fun. We dressed Styrofoam Snowmen with items from our purses. It was so funny to see what people came up with.
Sheree, Chelle and I worked together to dress our Snowman. Gum box hat, money belt, shredded paper skirt, velt bag cape, gum buttons, foil eyes, ear plug ears, asprin feet. Too cute.
I spoke on life's currency that has eternal value - words, time and money. These are the commodities that store up treasure in heaven. What we do with our words, what we do with our time, what we do with our money.
Oh, driving to church, I had inspiriation on a chic lit idea. I've got about 10 of them, but this one keeps coming to the surface, getting deeper and more developed.
Now I'm home, trying not to fall asleep. We went over to help our neighbors, Dave and Ilene, with the trusses for their room addition. Tony glanced out the Florida room window and sees little tiny Ilene trying to hoist a truss over her head and he was moved to help. LOL
It's a nice night here in Central Florida. Cloudy, but not too cold. I have a fire going. It's nice.
Bonnie gave me a nice gift bag for speaking today. One of the items was a collection of stories about Christian authors and how they made it in publishing. I'll keep it around for the hard, dark days of writing. I know writing is my calling, part of my calling in God anyway, but I've yet to see the big picture? New York Times best seller. In Rachel's dreams, yes! In God's heart, not so sure?
I know He gives us the desire of our hearts. I know He wants us to dream big all the while pursing Him with our whole heart. I don't dream big enough. A friend encouraged me in my writing a few months back, well, I think thats what it was supposed to be, but it ended up discouraging me.
It's that economy of words thing. We never know how our words are going to effect others. I think this person meant to spur me on, but the net result has been the blaaas. So, I decided I can use God's words to challenge my friends words and rise above, or use my friend's words to doubt God go nowhere. I choose God's words.
I may have to fight my way back into the Ring of Confidence, but I can do it. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Fire Dweller has been good the past few Fridays. Last Friday we got into this song of the Lord, crying out to Him. I kept singing, "tremble at His Word" and "fear of the Lord is wisdom." My words were weaving with the electric guitar. It was cool. Jer lead last nigt and it was good. Good prayer time at the end.
Oh my gosh! More of my clothes are shrinking. Help. Need new dryer.
Sheree, Chelle and I worked together to dress our Snowman. Gum box hat, money belt, shredded paper skirt, velt bag cape, gum buttons, foil eyes, ear plug ears, asprin feet. Too cute.
I spoke on life's currency that has eternal value - words, time and money. These are the commodities that store up treasure in heaven. What we do with our words, what we do with our time, what we do with our money.
Oh, driving to church, I had inspiriation on a chic lit idea. I've got about 10 of them, but this one keeps coming to the surface, getting deeper and more developed.
Now I'm home, trying not to fall asleep. We went over to help our neighbors, Dave and Ilene, with the trusses for their room addition. Tony glanced out the Florida room window and sees little tiny Ilene trying to hoist a truss over her head and he was moved to help. LOL
It's a nice night here in Central Florida. Cloudy, but not too cold. I have a fire going. It's nice.
Bonnie gave me a nice gift bag for speaking today. One of the items was a collection of stories about Christian authors and how they made it in publishing. I'll keep it around for the hard, dark days of writing. I know writing is my calling, part of my calling in God anyway, but I've yet to see the big picture? New York Times best seller. In Rachel's dreams, yes! In God's heart, not so sure?
I know He gives us the desire of our hearts. I know He wants us to dream big all the while pursing Him with our whole heart. I don't dream big enough. A friend encouraged me in my writing a few months back, well, I think thats what it was supposed to be, but it ended up discouraging me.
It's that economy of words thing. We never know how our words are going to effect others. I think this person meant to spur me on, but the net result has been the blaaas. So, I decided I can use God's words to challenge my friends words and rise above, or use my friend's words to doubt God go nowhere. I choose God's words.
I may have to fight my way back into the Ring of Confidence, but I can do it. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Fire Dweller has been good the past few Fridays. Last Friday we got into this song of the Lord, crying out to Him. I kept singing, "tremble at His Word" and "fear of the Lord is wisdom." My words were weaving with the electric guitar. It was cool. Jer lead last nigt and it was good. Good prayer time at the end.
Oh my gosh! More of my clothes are shrinking. Help. Need new dryer.
Words of Wisdom from The Carrie. She called from FSU looking for ideas on a story she's writing for class. Due Tuesday. Little brainstorming can make all the difference, ja know? Anyway, I asked, "Any more thoughts on what you want to do after you graduate?"
"No, but I made a new goal for myself. Spend a half hour a day on my future - looking for jobs, investigating my options."
Wow! Light bulb over Rachel's head clicked on. What a great idea. Spend a half hour a day on my future. Researching story ideas. Writing on a story idea. Thinking of characters and backstory.
Carrie called for help from me, and ended up helping me.
Well, it's dinner time. I need to cook something. Grace and Peace
Friday, January 21, 2005
The Bullet, the Bull Dog and the Gun
The summer of '77, we moved from south Miami-Homestead area to Tallahassee. I worked at the Cutler Ridge Publix and the Saturday night before we moved, the entire store threw a party for me at Denny's. Even the Manager came. Now would that happen today? Not!
My then boyfriend, Pete Ramirez, had a couple of friends, Kevin and Bob. They called themselves the Bullet, the Bull Dog and the Gun. Don't ask me which was which. Anyway, Pete and I showed up at Denny's for my surprise party. I wrote this in my diary....
Pause for real life interjection. I was reading this in bed last night and started laughing so hard I couldn't talk to Tony. I wanted to read it to him, but I couldn't. When he read it for himself, he smiled and goes, "Guess you had to be there."
Guess so.
Quote from July 9, 1977:
"Kevin and Bob came over (to where Pere and I were sitting.) We all sat around talking. The Bullet, the Bull Dog and the Gun! The trio. Though Bob looked more like the Bull Frog with his hair parted down the middle and all."
Hahahahahah! Still makes me laugh.
From the summer of '76 to the summer of '77, I laughed so much. My friend Lorena and the Bull Frog, er, Dog, used to argue all the time. They liked to argue. I'd sit up listening to them until 2 a.m., laughing hysterically.
It's odd to see my teenage wisdom scrawled across lined notebook pages. I had some, actually. I just lacked experience. Now that I have experience, I need some of that sixteen year old wisdom and zeal.
Ah, life's a quagmire.
Tony and I are doing well. Going on vacation Monday. I'm so looking forward to it! I have to write, but I'm always writing on vacation.
Tomorrow I'm speaking at the ladies Winter Luncheon so I need to prepare for that today. At 11:00, I'm lunching with Laura, Jer, Ezra and Laura's mom, Lois. Then Fire Dweller tonight.
Youth Church was good. Before worship, I prayed to get us settled down and focused. God showed up, and we never sang or played background music. In the silence, He came and ministered to us. It was pretty cool. Around 9:30. I got on the piano and sang softly. One of the girls started crying. Later we found out Jesus came to her, literally, either in physical or heart eyes, but it was real. He took her face in His hands and kissed her. She cried for twenty minutes. Jesus rocks!
Chris went home yesterday. It was good to have him here. We miss him!
Last night, I held my final board meeting as ACFW President. I'm sad to be leaving the position. Sad to be out of the decisions and leading, but I'm also relieved. I can already feel the weight lifting. It's been a good two years, but it's time for me to move on. The next Board will take ACFW even farther. I had a great board, and made some great friends. Well worth the sacrifice. Thanks, Lord.
Well, better get to preparing my teaching. I'm talking on Money, Time and Words - life's currency that has value in Eternity.
My then boyfriend, Pete Ramirez, had a couple of friends, Kevin and Bob. They called themselves the Bullet, the Bull Dog and the Gun. Don't ask me which was which. Anyway, Pete and I showed up at Denny's for my surprise party. I wrote this in my diary....
Pause for real life interjection. I was reading this in bed last night and started laughing so hard I couldn't talk to Tony. I wanted to read it to him, but I couldn't. When he read it for himself, he smiled and goes, "Guess you had to be there."
Guess so.
Quote from July 9, 1977:
"Kevin and Bob came over (to where Pere and I were sitting.) We all sat around talking. The Bullet, the Bull Dog and the Gun! The trio. Though Bob looked more like the Bull Frog with his hair parted down the middle and all."
Hahahahahah! Still makes me laugh.
From the summer of '76 to the summer of '77, I laughed so much. My friend Lorena and the Bull Frog, er, Dog, used to argue all the time. They liked to argue. I'd sit up listening to them until 2 a.m., laughing hysterically.
It's odd to see my teenage wisdom scrawled across lined notebook pages. I had some, actually. I just lacked experience. Now that I have experience, I need some of that sixteen year old wisdom and zeal.
Ah, life's a quagmire.
Tony and I are doing well. Going on vacation Monday. I'm so looking forward to it! I have to write, but I'm always writing on vacation.
Tomorrow I'm speaking at the ladies Winter Luncheon so I need to prepare for that today. At 11:00, I'm lunching with Laura, Jer, Ezra and Laura's mom, Lois. Then Fire Dweller tonight.
Youth Church was good. Before worship, I prayed to get us settled down and focused. God showed up, and we never sang or played background music. In the silence, He came and ministered to us. It was pretty cool. Around 9:30. I got on the piano and sang softly. One of the girls started crying. Later we found out Jesus came to her, literally, either in physical or heart eyes, but it was real. He took her face in His hands and kissed her. She cried for twenty minutes. Jesus rocks!
Chris went home yesterday. It was good to have him here. We miss him!
Last night, I held my final board meeting as ACFW President. I'm sad to be leaving the position. Sad to be out of the decisions and leading, but I'm also relieved. I can already feel the weight lifting. It's been a good two years, but it's time for me to move on. The next Board will take ACFW even farther. I had a great board, and made some great friends. Well worth the sacrifice. Thanks, Lord.
Well, better get to preparing my teaching. I'm talking on Money, Time and Words - life's currency that has value in Eternity.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Too early on Monday to think, but...
I woke up at 5:21 this morning. No, take that back. I got UP, as in out of bed, at 5:21. I woke up before that, tried to sleep, but couldn't so I decided to get up, make tea, pray, (ooh, house is cold. Change blanket for robe and flannel pants), drink tea, read Bible, fry an egg, toast a muffin, pour a Diet Coke, and finally, boot up computer.
It's now 8:25, I'm sleepy again. The day is dawning clear, sunny and cold. It's in the 40's, but "feels like" 30's. Chris Schoff is here from Guatemala. He just left with the Phillips' for Universal. Tony is sleeping. Smart man.
We had a bonfire last night with several other church. Javi lead worship. Ahhhhh! He's so fun to sing with. It was a good night to have a bonfire since it was so cold. Julie Roper Sumner was there with her neice. Yeah! We talked the whole time. It was good to catch up with her. She's one of our kids from the '90's. She's a mom now with two boys.
I pulled on my freshly laundered painter jeans when getting ready to go up to the fire. They are feeling tight these days. Dagum if the dryer isn't shrinking my clothes again!
Speaking of tight clothes. I saw some show about the latest diet fad. Eating like the French. LOL. It talks about how you can eat whatever you want and lose weight, you just eat less and drink leaks soup. Whatever. You know what? There is no perfect diet plan. Not Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Dr. Phil, Atkins, pick your poison. All diets require the same thing: life change and discipline.
I was successful with Weight Watchers. But I've heard people pan it, and other plans, saing they don't work becuase they tired the plan and failed. Or had some success, then failed. The problem is not the plan. The problem is the planee. The person. The one not sticking to the discipline of eating right. If you try to dunk a basketball and miss, is it the ball's fault? The hoop's maybe. Ah, no, it's your shoes. Yes, I can't dunk a basketball because my shoes are all wrong.
Diet plans don't fail. People fail. I had a friend who under went gastric bypass surgery and even he had to watch what he ate or he would gain weight! There's no miracle cure except close your mouth and run outside and play.
That's it! The perfect diet plan. Record your mom's voice saying, "Click off that TV and go outside and play!"
However, in my case, it's that I need a new dryer. One that doesn't shrink my clothes, especially my jeans. Seriously, new dryer.
Sheree. Remember my dear Sheree. She wrote the guy an "after" email. Wrong move. Now he's got hand, as in the upper. She bid him good-bye, farethewell, totally controlled the upper hand. Now she's done gone and given it away. I told her so, but yet, in all reality, I understand. It's hard to say good-bye to a close friend. One to whom she committed her heart. But we ladies make the classic mistake. "I closed the door so hard, he'll never come back, even if he wants to! Hurry, go open it a crack."
Truth is, if a guy really misses you and wants you, he'll kick the door in and sweep you off your feet. Until then, ladies bar the door. We settle too soon, too quick. Guys have it made.
To Sheree's dude, I say this, "If you don't want the old girlfriend, as you've told my Sheree, then break the soul tie and move on. Ask the Lord to show you why you're so connected to someone you claim you don't want. If you really do want her, fess up to Sheree so she can go on with her life. Apologize for being a weeny and lying about it."
Did I say Chris was here? It's good to have him. He's such a good friend. Wow, I'm really getting sleepy. Maybe it's time for a mid-morning nap.
Hey, wanna bet I can stay in my pajamas all day? Oops, no, sucker bet on my end. It's too gorgeous outside to stay inside.
Quote from He's Just Not That Into You: Don't waste the pretty.
Quote from Shakespeares Merry Wifes of Windsor: SLENDER: Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman. (we speak small?)
It's now 8:25, I'm sleepy again. The day is dawning clear, sunny and cold. It's in the 40's, but "feels like" 30's. Chris Schoff is here from Guatemala. He just left with the Phillips' for Universal. Tony is sleeping. Smart man.
We had a bonfire last night with several other church. Javi lead worship. Ahhhhh! He's so fun to sing with. It was a good night to have a bonfire since it was so cold. Julie Roper Sumner was there with her neice. Yeah! We talked the whole time. It was good to catch up with her. She's one of our kids from the '90's. She's a mom now with two boys.
I pulled on my freshly laundered painter jeans when getting ready to go up to the fire. They are feeling tight these days. Dagum if the dryer isn't shrinking my clothes again!
Speaking of tight clothes. I saw some show about the latest diet fad. Eating like the French. LOL. It talks about how you can eat whatever you want and lose weight, you just eat less and drink leaks soup. Whatever. You know what? There is no perfect diet plan. Not Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Dr. Phil, Atkins, pick your poison. All diets require the same thing: life change and discipline.
I was successful with Weight Watchers. But I've heard people pan it, and other plans, saing they don't work becuase they tired the plan and failed. Or had some success, then failed. The problem is not the plan. The problem is the planee. The person. The one not sticking to the discipline of eating right. If you try to dunk a basketball and miss, is it the ball's fault? The hoop's maybe. Ah, no, it's your shoes. Yes, I can't dunk a basketball because my shoes are all wrong.
Diet plans don't fail. People fail. I had a friend who under went gastric bypass surgery and even he had to watch what he ate or he would gain weight! There's no miracle cure except close your mouth and run outside and play.
That's it! The perfect diet plan. Record your mom's voice saying, "Click off that TV and go outside and play!"
However, in my case, it's that I need a new dryer. One that doesn't shrink my clothes, especially my jeans. Seriously, new dryer.
Sheree. Remember my dear Sheree. She wrote the guy an "after" email. Wrong move. Now he's got hand, as in the upper. She bid him good-bye, farethewell, totally controlled the upper hand. Now she's done gone and given it away. I told her so, but yet, in all reality, I understand. It's hard to say good-bye to a close friend. One to whom she committed her heart. But we ladies make the classic mistake. "I closed the door so hard, he'll never come back, even if he wants to! Hurry, go open it a crack."
Truth is, if a guy really misses you and wants you, he'll kick the door in and sweep you off your feet. Until then, ladies bar the door. We settle too soon, too quick. Guys have it made.
To Sheree's dude, I say this, "If you don't want the old girlfriend, as you've told my Sheree, then break the soul tie and move on. Ask the Lord to show you why you're so connected to someone you claim you don't want. If you really do want her, fess up to Sheree so she can go on with her life. Apologize for being a weeny and lying about it."
Did I say Chris was here? It's good to have him. He's such a good friend. Wow, I'm really getting sleepy. Maybe it's time for a mid-morning nap.
Hey, wanna bet I can stay in my pajamas all day? Oops, no, sucker bet on my end. It's too gorgeous outside to stay inside.
Quote from He's Just Not That Into You: Don't waste the pretty.
Quote from Shakespeares Merry Wifes of Windsor: SLENDER: Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman. (we speak small?)
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Finally warming up
I've noticed lately that I'm not cold all the time. Finally. Five months after leaving Harris Publishing and the refigerator they housed us in, my body has adjusted. I can no longer ride in the car, sun beaming in, windows rolled up and the air off and my sweatshirt on.
I can go into a restuarant without hauling in my parka! It's marvelous.
Update on my friend Sheree: Well, the dude was a dud. He made the leap, but turns out he was bungy corded to an old girlfriend "back home." It's been hard for my dear Sheree, but you know, she's free to find the good man that is out there, waiting for her.
The Randy Clark meetings went well. Lots of faith building stuff. He said something so cool last night. When he asks people "what they want" when he prays for them, they answer, "Whatever God wants."
"No, what's on your heart?"
"I don't know."
Randy insist we do. We have to be confident that the desires of our heart, cause we seek Him, are His desires. He's not an ogre who sends us places we don't want to go, make us do what we hate or be who we are not. He's loving, kind and gives us the desires of our hearts. Psalm 34. If we don't want to go, do or be something He's calling us to be, He will give us the grace and desire.
We've got to take the responsibility off ourselves and let God be God. He's a wonderful Father. Of course, if you're stealing from the supply closet at work and have no desire to quit, well now, that's a different matter.
Quote from He's Just Not That Into You: "When it comes to men, deal with us as we are, not how you'd like us to be."
Well said, well said.
I can go into a restuarant without hauling in my parka! It's marvelous.
Update on my friend Sheree: Well, the dude was a dud. He made the leap, but turns out he was bungy corded to an old girlfriend "back home." It's been hard for my dear Sheree, but you know, she's free to find the good man that is out there, waiting for her.
The Randy Clark meetings went well. Lots of faith building stuff. He said something so cool last night. When he asks people "what they want" when he prays for them, they answer, "Whatever God wants."
"No, what's on your heart?"
"I don't know."
Randy insist we do. We have to be confident that the desires of our heart, cause we seek Him, are His desires. He's not an ogre who sends us places we don't want to go, make us do what we hate or be who we are not. He's loving, kind and gives us the desires of our hearts. Psalm 34. If we don't want to go, do or be something He's calling us to be, He will give us the grace and desire.
We've got to take the responsibility off ourselves and let God be God. He's a wonderful Father. Of course, if you're stealing from the supply closet at work and have no desire to quit, well now, that's a different matter.
Quote from He's Just Not That Into You: "When it comes to men, deal with us as we are, not how you'd like us to be."
Well said, well said.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
It's Tuesday at 6:45...
Tony's gone up to the Randy Clark meetings at Our Father's House. I'm home writing Lambert's Peace.
Actually, I'm writing my blog, but shhhhh...
I luncheoned with Allison Wilson today. We reviewed the 2004 conference manual. It's bigger than War and Peace. I'm still in the process of hiring a coordinator. I've probably spent 40 hours on that this past week alone - Conference and ACFW stuff.
I have a potato in the oven. One loan potato because I didn't have two. Later, I'll do something miraculous with chicken strips, green beans and yellow squash.
My friend Sheree's in a quandry. A guy friend of hers called at 6:30 in the morning last week and told her he wanted to pursue a more serious relationship. Until now, they've been friends. He lives in another state, so it's long distance, but sometimes those are the best "get to know you" deals.
So, I think pretty cool, good for Sheree. She deserves a good guy. I asked her the other night how things were going, mind you it's been a week since the wake up call, and she said she hasn't really talked to him. She finally called him on the weekend. He said he couldn't talk and would call her later. Last I heard, no call.
Sorta makes you go, "Hum." So, should she call him and ask what's going on? Or should she just wait for him? Or should she take a hint from the book "He's Just Not That Into You" and move on? Why would a guy do that? Call at 6:30 in the morning, declaring his intentions to have intentions and then not call for days?
Weird.
Lookit, I have got to get to work. Oh, looked over edits on Lambert's Code today. Looking good. The editor is pleased.
Actually, I'm writing my blog, but shhhhh...
I luncheoned with Allison Wilson today. We reviewed the 2004 conference manual. It's bigger than War and Peace. I'm still in the process of hiring a coordinator. I've probably spent 40 hours on that this past week alone - Conference and ACFW stuff.
I have a potato in the oven. One loan potato because I didn't have two. Later, I'll do something miraculous with chicken strips, green beans and yellow squash.
My friend Sheree's in a quandry. A guy friend of hers called at 6:30 in the morning last week and told her he wanted to pursue a more serious relationship. Until now, they've been friends. He lives in another state, so it's long distance, but sometimes those are the best "get to know you" deals.
So, I think pretty cool, good for Sheree. She deserves a good guy. I asked her the other night how things were going, mind you it's been a week since the wake up call, and she said she hasn't really talked to him. She finally called him on the weekend. He said he couldn't talk and would call her later. Last I heard, no call.
Sorta makes you go, "Hum." So, should she call him and ask what's going on? Or should she just wait for him? Or should she take a hint from the book "He's Just Not That Into You" and move on? Why would a guy do that? Call at 6:30 in the morning, declaring his intentions to have intentions and then not call for days?
Weird.
Lookit, I have got to get to work. Oh, looked over edits on Lambert's Code today. Looking good. The editor is pleased.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Procrastination, the name of the game
What is it about starting a new story that breeds procrastination like pollen in the spring? Dang. I am dragging my heals on this Lambert's Peace story, but I want to write it. In fact, I already have a chapter by chapter outline, so it's not like I don't know where to go.
Christmas tree is still up. That should tell me something.
I feel tired. We've been getting up early for prayer this week, but not managing to get to bed early enough. Better than we were pre New Years, but still not when we should.
It's all excuses, though, isn't it?
Here's a great exhortation for waiting on the Lord in prayer: Isaiah 64:4. "He acts on behalf of those who wait on Him." You wait - braid yourself together with Him - and He will act on your behalf.
But it's true. Waiting is the hardest part.
I need a Diet Coke. 7-11 run.
Yeah! My sorority Big Sister visted my site. Yeah! Hi ya, Tish! Love you. ;)
Christmas tree is still up. That should tell me something.
I feel tired. We've been getting up early for prayer this week, but not managing to get to bed early enough. Better than we were pre New Years, but still not when we should.
It's all excuses, though, isn't it?
Here's a great exhortation for waiting on the Lord in prayer: Isaiah 64:4. "He acts on behalf of those who wait on Him." You wait - braid yourself together with Him - and He will act on your behalf.
But it's true. Waiting is the hardest part.
I need a Diet Coke. 7-11 run.
Yeah! My sorority Big Sister visted my site. Yeah! Hi ya, Tish! Love you. ;)
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Spirit of Adoption
Pastor Gary set aside some time in church this morning for open prayer. Prayer for the new year, prayer for the tsunami victims, prayer for our county and church.
Eighteen year old Katie came to the mic and prayed out of 1 Peter 1:6 for the people living in or near the Bay of Bengal. Her prayer was full of authority and power, but when she prayed, "Father, release over them a spirit of adoption," I knew the voice and heart of heaven had been spoken.
The people of south Asia are hurting, dying and devastated. Life will never be the same for them again. Many have been left alone, orphaned, wounded, but the heart of the true Father is open to them, full of compassion and grace. He is waiting to adopt them into His family through the blood of Jesus.
I pray in this hour that the Bride of Christ shines with the reflection of her Beloved. May we be a mirror in which the world sees Jesus - not judgement or condemnation.
See, this is the beginning. Who knows what trials and disasters will follow this one? If our hearts are not steadfast. If our foundation is not on the Rock, Jesus. If we are not rooted and grounded in love, when judgements and trials begin to devastate the earth, we will be offended at the living God. And forbid that our hearts should grow cold. We must carry the reward within. We must know that He is our exceeding great reward. Genesis 15:1.
For me, the coming year is about contemplation - prayer and fasting (with grace. I need it.) Pastor Gary reminded us this morning that the one commodity we have that we cannot redeem is time. If we squander time, we cannot earn it back. If we lose money, we can earn more, make it back. If we lose possessions, we buy more. But time? If we squander a day, we cannot get it back. The Lord, of course, can redeem our time. But January 2, 2005 will soon be gone and I'll never have this day again.
What did I do with it?
Another commodity we cannot take back once it's been given is our words. Once they've been said, they've been said. We can apologize and repent, but spoken words cannot be taken back. They are forever out there on the wings of time.
That being said... I want to invest my time and words in the Kingdom of Heaven this year. More than I have in the past. I am weak. I am poor, but I want to give myself to prayer and intimacy.
Also, to writing. I'm reading "Snoopy's Guide to the Writing Life." It's full of Snoopy's writing cartoon strips with advice and musings from famous authors like Danielle Steel, Sydney Sheldon, Fannie Flag ( you must read "A Redbird Christmas") and Ray Bradbury to name a few.
You'll be glad to know these famous, experienced authors agree with me. Writing is hard work. They confess to spending years writing one novel. Of course, with their pay scale they can stil live. But, it's work. If I'm called to writing, committed to writing, I have to give myself to it like any other career and work it. (Work it, baby!)
So, those are my goals for '05. Prayer and writing. Of course, there are the cursory goals like losing twenty pounds and keeping up my exercise. And, keep in touch with friends and family. There, that should keep me busy.
I have three speaking engagements already. One in January and two in February. That will be fun. I'm looking forward to those.
Randy Clark will be here next week for a week of renewal/revival meetings up at Our Father's House, so I'll be going to some of those, but I don't want to overload. After having Paul Keith Davis and members of The White Dove Ministries here three times this year, and the In the Fire Conference, I'm "special" meetinged out, ya know. I've heard, heard, and heard. Now I want to do!
Happy New Year, everyone! Many blessings and may the Father release in you a spirit of adoption.
Quote from Snoopy's Guide to the Writing Life: "Dear Editor, Why do you keep sending my stories back? You're supposed to print them and make me rich and famous. What is with you?"
Eighteen year old Katie came to the mic and prayed out of 1 Peter 1:6 for the people living in or near the Bay of Bengal. Her prayer was full of authority and power, but when she prayed, "Father, release over them a spirit of adoption," I knew the voice and heart of heaven had been spoken.
The people of south Asia are hurting, dying and devastated. Life will never be the same for them again. Many have been left alone, orphaned, wounded, but the heart of the true Father is open to them, full of compassion and grace. He is waiting to adopt them into His family through the blood of Jesus.
I pray in this hour that the Bride of Christ shines with the reflection of her Beloved. May we be a mirror in which the world sees Jesus - not judgement or condemnation.
See, this is the beginning. Who knows what trials and disasters will follow this one? If our hearts are not steadfast. If our foundation is not on the Rock, Jesus. If we are not rooted and grounded in love, when judgements and trials begin to devastate the earth, we will be offended at the living God. And forbid that our hearts should grow cold. We must carry the reward within. We must know that He is our exceeding great reward. Genesis 15:1.
For me, the coming year is about contemplation - prayer and fasting (with grace. I need it.) Pastor Gary reminded us this morning that the one commodity we have that we cannot redeem is time. If we squander time, we cannot earn it back. If we lose money, we can earn more, make it back. If we lose possessions, we buy more. But time? If we squander a day, we cannot get it back. The Lord, of course, can redeem our time. But January 2, 2005 will soon be gone and I'll never have this day again.
What did I do with it?
Another commodity we cannot take back once it's been given is our words. Once they've been said, they've been said. We can apologize and repent, but spoken words cannot be taken back. They are forever out there on the wings of time.
That being said... I want to invest my time and words in the Kingdom of Heaven this year. More than I have in the past. I am weak. I am poor, but I want to give myself to prayer and intimacy.
Also, to writing. I'm reading "Snoopy's Guide to the Writing Life." It's full of Snoopy's writing cartoon strips with advice and musings from famous authors like Danielle Steel, Sydney Sheldon, Fannie Flag ( you must read "A Redbird Christmas") and Ray Bradbury to name a few.
You'll be glad to know these famous, experienced authors agree with me. Writing is hard work. They confess to spending years writing one novel. Of course, with their pay scale they can stil live. But, it's work. If I'm called to writing, committed to writing, I have to give myself to it like any other career and work it. (Work it, baby!)
So, those are my goals for '05. Prayer and writing. Of course, there are the cursory goals like losing twenty pounds and keeping up my exercise. And, keep in touch with friends and family. There, that should keep me busy.
I have three speaking engagements already. One in January and two in February. That will be fun. I'm looking forward to those.
Randy Clark will be here next week for a week of renewal/revival meetings up at Our Father's House, so I'll be going to some of those, but I don't want to overload. After having Paul Keith Davis and members of The White Dove Ministries here three times this year, and the In the Fire Conference, I'm "special" meetinged out, ya know. I've heard, heard, and heard. Now I want to do!
Happy New Year, everyone! Many blessings and may the Father release in you a spirit of adoption.
Quote from Snoopy's Guide to the Writing Life: "Dear Editor, Why do you keep sending my stories back? You're supposed to print them and make me rich and famous. What is with you?"
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Yule Tidings
Christmas is over. Too soon. Too sad. We had a great time in Tallahassee with everyone. I didn't take near enough pictures, but will post a few. Beka and Chuck came with Josh, Caleb, and baby Elizabeth. Pete, Julie and Asa were there. Danny. Me and Tony. Joel, Kim, Kendall, Kyler didn't get to come - Joel lives the retailers life - but most of the family was there. For the record, we missed you Joel Hayes family!
We had Christmas from "one to ninty two." Ninty year old Grandma to 4 month old Asa. Mom gave Dad a puppy for Christmas. A blue merle Sheltie. He's beautiful. See picture. We named him Buckeye figuring Dad would go along with that name.
We arrived on Thursday and immediately took Mom to the wood chuck, chuck pile and loaded up with back of Tony's truck with firewood. Rushed home, unloaded (enlisted help of Josh, 11, and Caleb 8.) Rushed back to the wood pile and filled it again with firewood for our at-home fireplace. Man, the truck was loaded down. The man who sold us the wood wanted to know how Tony got his wife to toss wood. He said, "She wants the fire."
I laughed. More than getting his wife to toss wood, Tony got his mother-in-law to toss wood.
Tony got lots of clothes. Needed items. He got me a new chain for my diamond cross necklace and a finally set the tanzanite stone in a beautiful ring. He got me a few other nice things, so it was a good day. Joel's gift of the Ohio State football jersey was great!
Me with Elizabeth (LillaBeth 6 mo) and Asa 4 mo.
Sunday morning we went to Church with Mom and Dad. All of us. We got to see old friends; the Hamiltons, the Mitchell's and others. Chatted with Florida Surpreme Court judge, Kenny Bell. We knew him when he was in law school. Seeing Joe and Ann Mitchell was so fun. We haven't seen each other in seventeen years. They have four kids now, 23 - 10, all beautiful. Funny how Ann seemed so much older than me when she was 21 and I was 17.
I wanted to get with some other Tallahassee friends, but didn't want to take time from the family. I plan to go back in February for a longer visit. Chuck brought Texas Hold 'Em so we played poker all weekend. It was fun. Josh and Caleb were fun to play with - never knew what they are going to do.
David Hamilton stopped by. He lives on Mom and Dad's street, and is an old friend from the Homestead, FL days. He played Texas Hold 'Em with us that night. At the end of the game, all the men were out and it was Women and Children. Then just Julie and me. We played like girls, "I'll bet $75 thousand," when we had millions in chips. Finally, Danny dealt a single hand, best hand won. I had three sixes. Julie had nothing. I won.
We ended the night with a few rounds of Euchre.
Monday we went to Danny's business. Prayed over it, asked the Lord to bless it. We were going to drive home on Monday, but we decided to stay an extra day. Danny came in from work and said, "Joe called. Want to meet him and Karen at the Salty Dog?"
"Sure." Joe is another old friend, David's brother in fact, from the Homestead days. I hadn't seen Joe since he and Karen married four years ago. It was awesome to see them. It was the first time I got to spend time with Karen. She's really cool.
Seeing Joe felt so poignant since I've been reading my diary from '76. Pages and pages of it contain news and thoughts about Joe. The summer we were sixteen and fifteen feels so far away from being forty-four.
Dan and I thought we'd only stay at the Salty Dog for about an hour, but three hours later we left. It takes time to catch up with good friends. Thirty years have passed since we met in Homestead, and you know, in another thirty years we'll sit some place over a Christmas holiday and remember.
Mom, Elizabeth, Dad and Asa
We're home, now, in Palm Bay. Unloaded all the firewood and are settled back into our home and routine.
Dad and Buckeye
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Christmas from "1 to 92"
Grandma, 90, with a happy-looking Asa, 4 mo. ;)
Grace & Grace
Grandma Grace with Elizabeth Grace
We had Christmas from "one to ninty two." Ninty year old Grandma to 4 month old Asa. Mom gave Dad a puppy for Christmas. A blue merle Sheltie. He's beautiful. See picture. We named him Buckeye figuring Dad would go along with that name.
We arrived on Thursday and immediately took Mom to the wood chuck, chuck pile and loaded up with back of Tony's truck with firewood. Rushed home, unloaded (enlisted help of Josh, 11, and Caleb 8.) Rushed back to the wood pile and filled it again with firewood for our at-home fireplace. Man, the truck was loaded down. The man who sold us the wood wanted to know how Tony got his wife to toss wood. He said, "She wants the fire."
I laughed. More than getting his wife to toss wood, Tony got his mother-in-law to toss wood.
The weather was cold. Very cold. That made if feel more Christmasy, but Christmas Eve and day were grey. Tony, Danny and I stayed at Grandma's house, but walked across the street for present opening at Mom and Dad's. The kids were so excited - me, Josh and Caleb. Ha!
Tony got lots of clothes. Needed items. He got me a new chain for my diamond cross necklace and a finally set the tanzanite stone in a beautiful ring. He got me a few other nice things, so it was a good day. Joel's gift of the Ohio State football jersey was great!
Me with Elizabeth (LillaBeth 6 mo) and Asa 4 mo.
Sunday morning we went to Church with Mom and Dad. All of us. We got to see old friends; the Hamiltons, the Mitchell's and others. Chatted with Florida Surpreme Court judge, Kenny Bell. We knew him when he was in law school. Seeing Joe and Ann Mitchell was so fun. We haven't seen each other in seventeen years. They have four kids now, 23 - 10, all beautiful. Funny how Ann seemed so much older than me when she was 21 and I was 17.
I wanted to get with some other Tallahassee friends, but didn't want to take time from the family. I plan to go back in February for a longer visit. Chuck brought Texas Hold 'Em so we played poker all weekend. It was fun. Josh and Caleb were fun to play with - never knew what they are going to do.
David Hamilton stopped by. He lives on Mom and Dad's street, and is an old friend from the Homestead, FL days. He played Texas Hold 'Em with us that night. At the end of the game, all the men were out and it was Women and Children. Then just Julie and me. We played like girls, "I'll bet $75 thousand," when we had millions in chips. Finally, Danny dealt a single hand, best hand won. I had three sixes. Julie had nothing. I won.
We ended the night with a few rounds of Euchre.
Monday we went to Danny's business. Prayed over it, asked the Lord to bless it. We were going to drive home on Monday, but we decided to stay an extra day. Danny came in from work and said, "Joe called. Want to meet him and Karen at the Salty Dog?"
"Sure." Joe is another old friend, David's brother in fact, from the Homestead days. I hadn't seen Joe since he and Karen married four years ago. It was awesome to see them. It was the first time I got to spend time with Karen. She's really cool.
Seeing Joe felt so poignant since I've been reading my diary from '76. Pages and pages of it contain news and thoughts about Joe. The summer we were sixteen and fifteen feels so far away from being forty-four.
Dan and I thought we'd only stay at the Salty Dog for about an hour, but three hours later we left. It takes time to catch up with good friends. Thirty years have passed since we met in Homestead, and you know, in another thirty years we'll sit some place over a Christmas holiday and remember.
Mom, Elizabeth, Dad and Asa
We're home, now, in Palm Bay. Unloaded all the firewood and are settled back into our home and routine.
Dad and Buckeye
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Christmas from "1 to 92"
Grandma, 90, with a happy-looking Asa, 4 mo. ;)
Grace & Grace
Grandma Grace with Elizabeth Grace
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Now, all I have to do is be brilliant
YEAH, pretty much. Genius. Become brilliant. That's all I want for Christmas. But lookit. The Bible tells me the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead, and oh by the way, created the universe, lives in me. Brilliance, genius, unknown and unmeasured creativity lives in me. Now all I have to do is tap into it.
Anyone got a drill?
Sure, I know. Prayer. Communion. Intimacy. I'm working on it. Far be it from me to EVER say prayer and reading the Word doesn't work. I hate when people say that. To them, I snark, "Ha! Posh!"
Mostly, we forget to apply the Word. Believe it. Live it. Like hey, lay hands on someone who's sick and pray for healing. Jesus did. He tells us to do the same. In fact, He tells us we'll do greater works than He did. Or, hey, the same creative genius that conceived of earth and the human existance lives in you, fellowships with you - believe it!
Do we really think Tony Robbins and like motivators have some kind of mystic, unique formula for changing peoples lives? No. All he does is supply affirmative principles, then tells people to do them and believe them. Tony Robbins changed his life becasue he started believing in himself, his ideals and didn't let go.
What can Christians do with the Holy Spirit's wisdom? Ah, the souce of my soon-to-be revealed genius.
I recently read Steve Martin's Shopgirl and The Pleasure Of My Company. I said to Tony, "the man's a genius." Then I read several reviews online. I was right. He's a genius. Perhaps one way to become a genius is to study genius? Can genius be taught? Sign me up for Genuis 101.
Why do I need brilliance or genius you ask? I need another story idea or two. I have about a dozen rattling in my head, but they need genius. Brilliance. Something tells me I'm going to have to sit down, pray, think, pray, think, pray, write, think, pray, write... Well, you get the picture.
THE ROOF - The roof is NOT on fire. The guys are here "tearing off" getting it ready to be reshingled. The dogs are going crazy trying to figure out who's up there and what in Sam Hill they're doing. Tony finally closed the gate and let Pal out. Tony's now telling me he's going to cut a hole in the kitchen wall to run a wire and I think I'm going to go hide in the office.
JUST REMEMBERED - I got a prophetic word years ago from a man who said, "The Lord says you have a good mind. Whatever you want to do, do it. Want to go to law school, go to law school. Whatever you want to do, do it."
I've decided, I want to be brilliant. Hum. Guess I'm still stuck on that. Now seriously, it was a good word and I understand the Lord's heart toward me. I love the prophetic for that reason.
LAMBERT'S CODE - I heard from the copy editor and the content editor on Lambert's Code and they both love it. I quote: "Wonderful. Great writing. Believable characters."
Man, I praised God for that, so relieved. I guess my career isn't over. LOL. I promise you, when we were at Mom and Dad's during hurricane Frances, I laid awake at night going, "That's it. This book stinks. My career is over."
"Anywhere But Here" was at Steeple Hill and I hadn't heard from them yet, and wow, I was getting beat up. But I have the source of the universe as my friend and comforter! Whoo hoo. Man, if you don't know Jesus, ask for an introduction. He's so cool!
EXERCISE - I think I'll do some and take a shower followed by a nap. Just found out I'm teaching at youth tonight.
STU - Also just learned out I'm going to lunch with our friend Stuart who's in town from Kansas City House of Prayer. Cool. I'd better get going.
FROM the book of totally useless information - The first scientifically planned slimming diet was devised in 1862 by Dr. Harvey an ear specialist, for an overweight undertake (incidentally, dieting was initially something that only men tended to do - women didn't start dieting until htey stopped wearing figuring altering corsets.)
To this I say, "Bring back the corset!"
Quote from my diary:
May 19, 1976 - "Went to church. Danny, Jerry, Pam, Sue and I sat together in the back. We had fun. We passed notes back and forth. I was sure Ron was going to say at any minutes, 'Would that back table please straighten up!' Boy, I would have died."
Anyone got a drill?
Sure, I know. Prayer. Communion. Intimacy. I'm working on it. Far be it from me to EVER say prayer and reading the Word doesn't work. I hate when people say that. To them, I snark, "Ha! Posh!"
Mostly, we forget to apply the Word. Believe it. Live it. Like hey, lay hands on someone who's sick and pray for healing. Jesus did. He tells us to do the same. In fact, He tells us we'll do greater works than He did. Or, hey, the same creative genius that conceived of earth and the human existance lives in you, fellowships with you - believe it!
Do we really think Tony Robbins and like motivators have some kind of mystic, unique formula for changing peoples lives? No. All he does is supply affirmative principles, then tells people to do them and believe them. Tony Robbins changed his life becasue he started believing in himself, his ideals and didn't let go.
What can Christians do with the Holy Spirit's wisdom? Ah, the souce of my soon-to-be revealed genius.
I recently read Steve Martin's Shopgirl and The Pleasure Of My Company. I said to Tony, "the man's a genius." Then I read several reviews online. I was right. He's a genius. Perhaps one way to become a genius is to study genius? Can genius be taught? Sign me up for Genuis 101.
Why do I need brilliance or genius you ask? I need another story idea or two. I have about a dozen rattling in my head, but they need genius. Brilliance. Something tells me I'm going to have to sit down, pray, think, pray, think, pray, write, think, pray, write... Well, you get the picture.
THE ROOF - The roof is NOT on fire. The guys are here "tearing off" getting it ready to be reshingled. The dogs are going crazy trying to figure out who's up there and what in Sam Hill they're doing. Tony finally closed the gate and let Pal out. Tony's now telling me he's going to cut a hole in the kitchen wall to run a wire and I think I'm going to go hide in the office.
JUST REMEMBERED - I got a prophetic word years ago from a man who said, "The Lord says you have a good mind. Whatever you want to do, do it. Want to go to law school, go to law school. Whatever you want to do, do it."
I've decided, I want to be brilliant. Hum. Guess I'm still stuck on that. Now seriously, it was a good word and I understand the Lord's heart toward me. I love the prophetic for that reason.
LAMBERT'S CODE - I heard from the copy editor and the content editor on Lambert's Code and they both love it. I quote: "Wonderful. Great writing. Believable characters."
Man, I praised God for that, so relieved. I guess my career isn't over. LOL. I promise you, when we were at Mom and Dad's during hurricane Frances, I laid awake at night going, "That's it. This book stinks. My career is over."
"Anywhere But Here" was at Steeple Hill and I hadn't heard from them yet, and wow, I was getting beat up. But I have the source of the universe as my friend and comforter! Whoo hoo. Man, if you don't know Jesus, ask for an introduction. He's so cool!
EXERCISE - I think I'll do some and take a shower followed by a nap. Just found out I'm teaching at youth tonight.
STU - Also just learned out I'm going to lunch with our friend Stuart who's in town from Kansas City House of Prayer. Cool. I'd better get going.
FROM the book of totally useless information - The first scientifically planned slimming diet was devised in 1862 by Dr. Harvey an ear specialist, for an overweight undertake (incidentally, dieting was initially something that only men tended to do - women didn't start dieting until htey stopped wearing figuring altering corsets.)
To this I say, "Bring back the corset!"
Quote from my diary:
May 19, 1976 - "Went to church. Danny, Jerry, Pam, Sue and I sat together in the back. We had fun. We passed notes back and forth. I was sure Ron was going to say at any minutes, 'Would that back table please straighten up!' Boy, I would have died."
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Low rise jeans
I bought a pair of jeans for my birthday. Well, Tony bought them for me but I picked them out. I didn't see any markings on the tag that indicated "low rise." But sure enough, I got home, tried them on, they were. Yeah, no I don't want to hear about how I didn't try them on at the store. I have a method to tell if they'll fit without trying them on, and it works, so leave me alone.
Anyway, back to the low riders. I came out to model for Tony and Cassie. "Very cute," said Cassie. I'm hitching and pulling. "They're so low."
Now, if I had a flat, flat tummy I might consider them wearable, but sitting down reveals a whole new cleavage and that I can't abide. Besides, my underwear sticks out.
So, I took them back and bought "sits low on waist." They are comfortable, but not really much better. I can sit comfortably, but must wear long shirts. Underwear still sticks out.
It's hard to be hip.
I finished my chic lit edits. Chris Lynxwiler (www.christinelynxwiler.com) is critiquing. She'll get as much done as possible before I have to mail the manuscript tomorrow. I'm happy with the story.
Tony and I chatted about Christmas gifts. We haven't had time to do much shopping yet. Normally, we shop a lot on line, but we are coming down to the wire and running out of time. We don't have as much to buy this year, but still want to get nice presents. I'm really excited to spend Christmas in Tallahassee with the family. Everyone will be there but Joel and Kim, Kyler and Kendall. (We'll miss you guys!)
That's all for now.
Quote from my diary when I was fifteen:
September 29 '76
Only thing is, he's all Joy ever talks about. Call her up, talk twenty minutes. Nineteen of it is about Mike and no commercials. Oh well, guess I can't blame her. I feel the same way about Pete."
Anyway, back to the low riders. I came out to model for Tony and Cassie. "Very cute," said Cassie. I'm hitching and pulling. "They're so low."
Now, if I had a flat, flat tummy I might consider them wearable, but sitting down reveals a whole new cleavage and that I can't abide. Besides, my underwear sticks out.
So, I took them back and bought "sits low on waist." They are comfortable, but not really much better. I can sit comfortably, but must wear long shirts. Underwear still sticks out.
It's hard to be hip.
I finished my chic lit edits. Chris Lynxwiler (www.christinelynxwiler.com) is critiquing. She'll get as much done as possible before I have to mail the manuscript tomorrow. I'm happy with the story.
Tony and I chatted about Christmas gifts. We haven't had time to do much shopping yet. Normally, we shop a lot on line, but we are coming down to the wire and running out of time. We don't have as much to buy this year, but still want to get nice presents. I'm really excited to spend Christmas in Tallahassee with the family. Everyone will be there but Joel and Kim, Kyler and Kendall. (We'll miss you guys!)
That's all for now.
Quote from my diary when I was fifteen:
September 29 '76
Only thing is, he's all Joy ever talks about. Call her up, talk twenty minutes. Nineteen of it is about Mike and no commercials. Oh well, guess I can't blame her. I feel the same way about Pete."
Monday, December 13, 2004
Santa Mouse is not real, and by the way, Merry Christmas
Driving to church yesterday I thought I'd listen to a radio station that's playing Christmas Carols. I tune in to hear a very smooth, tenor voice singing about Santa Mouse like Frank Sinatra singing a love song to Ava Gardner.
"Santa Mouusse. Santa Mouuusse." Who, I ask you, is Santa Mouse? The song was more than rediculous and I tried to picture someone like Frank or Bing Crosby or even Donny Osmond stepping up to the recording mic and giving his heart and soul to "Santa Mouse."
I'm a little urked that some small faction of this country has managed to replace the greeting Merry Christmas for Happy Holidays. What holidays? What's wrong with Happy Hanukkah during Hanukkah? Merry Christmas during Christmas, or Happy Kwanzaa (which I won't comment on) during that season. If we have to be so PC, then be PC all the way. It's hypocritical otherwise.
Cassie moved out today. Sad. All evening, I kept waiting for her to come home. But Carrie is home from FSU for Christmas and they only have one car between them, so Cassie had to go back home. We loved having her here and it's treasured time we'll always cherish with her.
Yesterday Shawn Bolz spoke at New Covenant. It was wonderful. If you ever get a chance to hear him, or read any of his books, do! He's probably one of my favorite people. Partly because it's a God thing, partly because he's so cool. He makes the Father real, heaven real, life in Jesus real and edifying. I felt like my spiritual palate was cleansed yesterday. It was what I needed. Tony and I got good prophetic encouragement. What we needed to press on and press in.
Carrie came over last night. I opened up the living room sleeper sofa and Carrie, Cassie and I curled up and watched "Young at Heart." Tony watched too, but I think he fell asleep a quarter of the way into it. I wasn't sure they would like the movie - Doris Day and Frank Sinatra, but they loved it. You guys loved it, right? We sang along with Doris which got us laughing pretty hard.
Me, Carrie and Cassie
I finished the other book I was reading. Stayed up until 3:00 a.m. Got up around 10 a.m., chatted with friends, then went to the library to work on Anywhere edits.
Now, it's time to go to bed. Is December flying by or is it just me.
"Santa Mouusse. Santa Mouuusse." Who, I ask you, is Santa Mouse? The song was more than rediculous and I tried to picture someone like Frank or Bing Crosby or even Donny Osmond stepping up to the recording mic and giving his heart and soul to "Santa Mouse."
I'm a little urked that some small faction of this country has managed to replace the greeting Merry Christmas for Happy Holidays. What holidays? What's wrong with Happy Hanukkah during Hanukkah? Merry Christmas during Christmas, or Happy Kwanzaa (which I won't comment on) during that season. If we have to be so PC, then be PC all the way. It's hypocritical otherwise.
Cassie moved out today. Sad. All evening, I kept waiting for her to come home. But Carrie is home from FSU for Christmas and they only have one car between them, so Cassie had to go back home. We loved having her here and it's treasured time we'll always cherish with her.
Yesterday Shawn Bolz spoke at New Covenant. It was wonderful. If you ever get a chance to hear him, or read any of his books, do! He's probably one of my favorite people. Partly because it's a God thing, partly because he's so cool. He makes the Father real, heaven real, life in Jesus real and edifying. I felt like my spiritual palate was cleansed yesterday. It was what I needed. Tony and I got good prophetic encouragement. What we needed to press on and press in.
Carrie came over last night. I opened up the living room sleeper sofa and Carrie, Cassie and I curled up and watched "Young at Heart." Tony watched too, but I think he fell asleep a quarter of the way into it. I wasn't sure they would like the movie - Doris Day and Frank Sinatra, but they loved it. You guys loved it, right? We sang along with Doris which got us laughing pretty hard.
Me, Carrie and Cassie
I finished the other book I was reading. Stayed up until 3:00 a.m. Got up around 10 a.m., chatted with friends, then went to the library to work on Anywhere edits.
Now, it's time to go to bed. Is December flying by or is it just me.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Yule logs, baking cookies and man, I'm tired
Turning forty-four is like the Equator of age. Clearly, the middle of agedom. Double it and you've got eighty-eight. Another odd thing about forty-four is if you transpose the numbers, you still have forty-four. After this, I can't transpose the numbers 'cause it only makes me older. Forty-five transposed is fifty-four. Up until Tuesday, I could have been thirty-four instead of forty-three.
But I ramble. I think being in the southern hemisphere of life is already getting to me.
We skipped the In The Mantle II conference today. I was wiped out. We slept until eleven. But even more than needing sleep, the house needed cleaning, laundry needed doing and I had to make 4 dozen cookies for Tony's staff party.
Let's talk about that for a minute. How is it that I, the wife, have to make dozens of cookies for Tony's staff party? I volunteer all year long, and I end up supplying goods for his party? This does not make sense to me. Not to mention, I don't want to cookie swap four dozen other cookies to bring home. We do not need that many cookies.
Never once did Tony have to bring "a side" to one of my work Christmas parties. Makes you go, "Hum..."
I read a Fanny Flagg book, "The Redbird Christmas." Very good. Now I'm reading Steve Martin's "Shopgirl." I was reading Kate Chopin's "Awakening" but I have to confess... I skipped to the end and read the last page. I liked her style, but geez, get on with the story, eh?
Back to this weekend. A couple of take aways from Bob Jones of White Dove Ministires (not the university.) Wisdom whispers, don't ignore the slight impression in our spirit man, pray, pray for the president, pray for our troops and the end of this war. We've got a tiger by the tail and we have to complete the fight. Pray now for the next president, keep a short account with God, rest and abide in Him during prayer - our Daddy wants to talk to us. Be vocal, in love, about righteousness. Condoning sin binds the sinner.
I'm hungry and if I'm not hungry, I want to be. Not for food, but for the will of my Father.
I wish I could write more deep thoughts for you all to read, but I'm tired and my mind is fried. Hasta luego.
But I ramble. I think being in the southern hemisphere of life is already getting to me.
We skipped the In The Mantle II conference today. I was wiped out. We slept until eleven. But even more than needing sleep, the house needed cleaning, laundry needed doing and I had to make 4 dozen cookies for Tony's staff party.
Let's talk about that for a minute. How is it that I, the wife, have to make dozens of cookies for Tony's staff party? I volunteer all year long, and I end up supplying goods for his party? This does not make sense to me. Not to mention, I don't want to cookie swap four dozen other cookies to bring home. We do not need that many cookies.
Never once did Tony have to bring "a side" to one of my work Christmas parties. Makes you go, "Hum..."
I read a Fanny Flagg book, "The Redbird Christmas." Very good. Now I'm reading Steve Martin's "Shopgirl." I was reading Kate Chopin's "Awakening" but I have to confess... I skipped to the end and read the last page. I liked her style, but geez, get on with the story, eh?
Back to this weekend. A couple of take aways from Bob Jones of White Dove Ministires (not the university.) Wisdom whispers, don't ignore the slight impression in our spirit man, pray, pray for the president, pray for our troops and the end of this war. We've got a tiger by the tail and we have to complete the fight. Pray now for the next president, keep a short account with God, rest and abide in Him during prayer - our Daddy wants to talk to us. Be vocal, in love, about righteousness. Condoning sin binds the sinner.
I'm hungry and if I'm not hungry, I want to be. Not for food, but for the will of my Father.
I wish I could write more deep thoughts for you all to read, but I'm tired and my mind is fried. Hasta luego.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
What I did on my Saturday Vacation
OK, so it's not really a vacation, Saturday. But it could be considered a mini-mini vacation at the end of the week. After getting my hair done this morning, I came home and read a good book. Yum. I started it a few days ago, but finished it this afternoon. Now that is a good day. Tony had a budget meeting and Cassie had a orchestra concert. Now we are eating pizza and enjoying a fire in the fireplace.
I am still fighting this cold. I needed a do-nothing day. I woke up yesterday and today, so tired. I should have slept until longer, but I couldn't. Maybe Monday. I lead worship tomorrow. I hope my voice is up to it.
I'm working on Macy's story. I've finished the first rewrite/edit and am on my second pass. It's shaping up nice, I think. I've made some major cuts, but beefed story lines my editor wanted - and rightfully so. It's so weird, as a writer, I think something is good only to find out it's not that great. LOL. I'm a little scared to come up with a new idea cause I'm not sure it's good enough. But I must. I had a fun idea the other day, but the next day I realized it's the same plot as an old movie. So, I'm not sure.
Busy week next week. Sunday night is dinner and Euchre at the Stebbins, Tuesday my birthday, Wednesday youth, Thursday the start of In the Mantle 2 Conference with Bob Jones, Shawn Bolz and Paul Keith & Wanda Davis. I have an online ACFW meeting Thursday and a Friday morning meeting with the conference speakers, which is ALSO Tony's birthday. Friday night and Saturday night I'm singing on the worship team for the conference. Soooo, it'll be busy.
Click on the Photos link to see some new pictures. :)
I am still fighting this cold. I needed a do-nothing day. I woke up yesterday and today, so tired. I should have slept until longer, but I couldn't. Maybe Monday. I lead worship tomorrow. I hope my voice is up to it.
I'm working on Macy's story. I've finished the first rewrite/edit and am on my second pass. It's shaping up nice, I think. I've made some major cuts, but beefed story lines my editor wanted - and rightfully so. It's so weird, as a writer, I think something is good only to find out it's not that great. LOL. I'm a little scared to come up with a new idea cause I'm not sure it's good enough. But I must. I had a fun idea the other day, but the next day I realized it's the same plot as an old movie. So, I'm not sure.
Busy week next week. Sunday night is dinner and Euchre at the Stebbins, Tuesday my birthday, Wednesday youth, Thursday the start of In the Mantle 2 Conference with Bob Jones, Shawn Bolz and Paul Keith & Wanda Davis. I have an online ACFW meeting Thursday and a Friday morning meeting with the conference speakers, which is ALSO Tony's birthday. Friday night and Saturday night I'm singing on the worship team for the conference. Soooo, it'll be busy.
Click on the Photos link to see some new pictures. :)
Friday, December 03, 2004
Friday, it's Friday 12.3.04
I was going to write something but Tony just came in and said it was time to go to Fire Dweller prayer meeting. So, more later. It's going down to the 40's tonight.
Monday, November 29, 2004
The Tree is Up
The Christmas tree is up. Bryan Duncan sings from the stereo... "And everyone would have a friend, and right would always win, and love would never end. This is my grown up Christmas list..."
I'm tired, hot and blurry eyed. We had a time with the tree lights this year. Picking the tree was easy. Found one we liked almost right away. Got it in the stand right (oh, now Johnny Mathis is singing, "I'll Have A Blue Christimas") on the first try.
Then the lights... the dreaded lights. I get them on only to find out half of one strand is burnt out. Tony took them off while I went to Walgreens to get new ones. You know, that should be the rule - just spend the ten bucks and buy new lights every year.
I'm moving away from my designer Christmas tree. I still use the burgundy and gold ornaments, but have also started collecting specialty ornaments from Hallmark or wherever. I haven't done any other decorating and the way I feel now, the tree is enough.
I'm tired and going to bed.
I'm tired, hot and blurry eyed. We had a time with the tree lights this year. Picking the tree was easy. Found one we liked almost right away. Got it in the stand right (oh, now Johnny Mathis is singing, "I'll Have A Blue Christimas") on the first try.
Then the lights... the dreaded lights. I get them on only to find out half of one strand is burnt out. Tony took them off while I went to Walgreens to get new ones. You know, that should be the rule - just spend the ten bucks and buy new lights every year.
I'm moving away from my designer Christmas tree. I still use the burgundy and gold ornaments, but have also started collecting specialty ornaments from Hallmark or wherever. I haven't done any other decorating and the way I feel now, the tree is enough.
I'm tired and going to bed.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
A Heart of Thankgiving
It started this morning. I braved the scale. I did not gain weight! Amazing. A miracle. After all the Guate food. I felt for sure I'd put on ten pounds. But yeah, I'm didn't!
So, I took a long walk this morning, cleaned house, did laundry and edited today. Actually, today was a scene rewrite so that's a little slower and tedious. I'll reread tomorrow to make sure it's a sane scene.
Dog Injuries abound - I let the dogs out the back door this afternoon for their usual romp at 3:00. But Pal did his "I'm in trouble" crawl, so I knelt down outside the door and called him over using my sweet voice. He's such a weird dog. He comes over, I love on him and he goes out. I stand to go in. The screen door swings toward me and catches the back of my heel. Yeeeooww. It hurt like the dickens. It's a nice cut. Fortunately, no stitches this time.
Thankfulness - Thanksgiving is less than two days away. I'm thankful for so many things. The love and grace and peace of the Lord. The blood that covers me. The Cross. The Father. The Lover of my Soul.
I'm thankful for Tony, Dad, Mom, my brothers and sister, and their families. Grateful for Christmas songs and the memories they invoke. Who knew Johnny Mathis would forever tap a distant place in my heart? I'm thankful for sunny days, for after hurricane generators and ice. For the Pinky Promise gang, and for friends like Joan, Cassie, Carrie, Laura, Jer and Ezra, and Renee whose phone calls start and end the same way they did twelve years ago. For Sheree who for sure is living a future chic lit or romance by Rachel Hauck.
I'm thankful that I get to do what I love for a living - no matter how many times my confidences crashes and burns. I hear it's a sign of greatness. (ha!) Yeah, sure there's the odd occassion where someone's blog lands them a Random House contract, or where God downloads a story idea to someone, but for me, it's the flash of inspiration followed by hours of loving persperation. I'm thankful for my own writer's journey.
I'm thankful for Publix and convertible Cabrios. For the chance to always have a ten or five in my wallet to buy a Diet Coke. For the power of God's Word that never fails. For the fragrance of His sacrifice.
More tomorrow....
So, I took a long walk this morning, cleaned house, did laundry and edited today. Actually, today was a scene rewrite so that's a little slower and tedious. I'll reread tomorrow to make sure it's a sane scene.
Dog Injuries abound - I let the dogs out the back door this afternoon for their usual romp at 3:00. But Pal did his "I'm in trouble" crawl, so I knelt down outside the door and called him over using my sweet voice. He's such a weird dog. He comes over, I love on him and he goes out. I stand to go in. The screen door swings toward me and catches the back of my heel. Yeeeooww. It hurt like the dickens. It's a nice cut. Fortunately, no stitches this time.
Thankfulness - Thanksgiving is less than two days away. I'm thankful for so many things. The love and grace and peace of the Lord. The blood that covers me. The Cross. The Father. The Lover of my Soul.
I'm thankful for Tony, Dad, Mom, my brothers and sister, and their families. Grateful for Christmas songs and the memories they invoke. Who knew Johnny Mathis would forever tap a distant place in my heart? I'm thankful for sunny days, for after hurricane generators and ice. For the Pinky Promise gang, and for friends like Joan, Cassie, Carrie, Laura, Jer and Ezra, and Renee whose phone calls start and end the same way they did twelve years ago. For Sheree who for sure is living a future chic lit or romance by Rachel Hauck.
I'm thankful that I get to do what I love for a living - no matter how many times my confidences crashes and burns. I hear it's a sign of greatness. (ha!) Yeah, sure there's the odd occassion where someone's blog lands them a Random House contract, or where God downloads a story idea to someone, but for me, it's the flash of inspiration followed by hours of loving persperation. I'm thankful for my own writer's journey.
I'm thankful for Publix and convertible Cabrios. For the chance to always have a ten or five in my wallet to buy a Diet Coke. For the power of God's Word that never fails. For the fragrance of His sacrifice.
More tomorrow....
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