As I came to the check out counter on vacation, the girl checking my groceries wore the name tag "JOY". I said "Your name is my life motto". She looked a little puzzled and I continued, "I choose Joy". The girl bagging the groceries popped up "What about a BAD day?" Good question. On bad days, it's harder, but I CHOOSE JOY. They both concluded that was cool, and I did look happy!
Nehemiah tells us "The Joy of the Lord is our Strength..." (Neh. 8:10) There are many things in life we cannot choose. Our circumstances, the weather, health issues, family members, but we do have the choice of how we handle the things we have no control over. It can make all the difference in the way we live our lives. I have a little pillow with the word JOY on it in my hutch where I can see it every day.
I was diagnosed with cancer in 2009. Cancer is a scary word, and I have a huge family history of cancer. Fortunately mind was caught very early and I suffered very little pain. I chose JOY. But in 2011 I had my gall bladder attacks and they were excruciating painful. It was so much harder to choose JOY~~~ but I KNOW who holds my heart and I know my name is engraved on the palms of His Hands, and I KNOW He's promised His Grace is sufficient for any thing I will go though, so I choose to pitch my tent in the JOY camp. I choose to live there. And guess what, it's my choice and no one can take that away from me. You can steal a lot of things from me, but you can't steal my JOY.
With October 31st just around the corner, perhaps you can see the Ghost of Halloween flying through the clouds. To see all the skies from around the corner and around the World just click on the SWF Badge on my sidebar. BTW, have a great weekend too.
I'm one happy Grandma! My dearest booked me a flight to Oregon, and I get to go love on Tristan early in November. I haven't seen him since he was born, he'll turn 5 months while I'm there. I'm counting the days.
This morning I had to laugh when I got to my YMCA exercise class, as Pauline, one of my friends just loves to dress for every holiday. We all get a kick out of her "different" headdresses every day. Today she was wearing a "knife" headband, skeleton earrings, a hand coming out of her pumpkin tee shirt. The leader of the Senior Class said "Pauline, I've been looking for my kitchen knife." Wonder what she'll wear tomorrow.
A hour workout at the YMCA, and then came home and decided to clean my kitchen from TOP to BOTTOM, which means everything has to come out in the living room. Three hours later, I finished and put every thing back.
I love having a CLEAN kitchen. Even the curtains came down and got a good washing. Now I'm pooped. Glad I put those pork ribs in the Crock Pot early this morning. Some leftover squash and green beans and dinner will be ready without any work.
We were in a Small Group Bible Study at our friends home in Rocklin. The teacher shared the following and I thought it was very descriptive of our lives in view of our technical age. This really give a good picture of the "Real" us.
The Ultimate Code: You
If you and I were meeting face-to-face, I still would not be able to see the real you. I would only see the temporary residence you are occupying. The real you, your personality ~~ call it soul, spirit, whatever ~ is not visible. It is software, not hardware. The codes ~ your history, your accumulated responses to the events of your life, your attitudes ~~are all simply informational, not physical. It is software only,and software has no mass.
The great insights of Dr. Einstein included the realization that time is a physical property. Time varies with mass, acceleration, and gravity. That which has no mass has no time, You are eternal. That is what the Bible has declared all along. And that, apparently, is the conclusion derivable from modern physics. You are eternal (whether you like it or not). In fact that's our ultimate challenge.
This is quite thought provoking, and something to ponder. I will look forward to your comments and thoughts on this article. Have a great Sunday.
We were able to spend a couple of days with our oldest daughter and family. One of the treats was seeing our great grandsons, Matthew and Issac. They are growing up so fast. Matthew on the left is 4 and in pre-kindergarten and Issac 6 and in 1st grade.
Got a shot of our grandson Michael and his two boys checking out something on the Ipad.
Kids so understand the technology of the day. Grandma trying to catch up.
The boys made me some Halloween Refrigerator Art. I was surprised how well they draw and especially how good they print their names. I'm not sure who Jak the Pumpkin King is, but Issac seemed to know the story. Matthew stayed in the lines really good and printed his name very well for a 4 year old. Of course Grandma GG would think so. I drew a quick pumpkin and the beginning of a witch, which Issac was happy to complete. Now when I go to the kitchen, I'll have memories of the boys.
Last summer when I was visiting my brother his wife Becky gave me a CD of Noah Stewart. I had never heard of him but immediately fell in love with his rich opera voice. Since then I see there are numerous videos of his work on line.
Noah was raised in Harlem by his mother, Patricia, a single parent from New Orleans whose strong values and work ethic she installed in her son. His mother's self-sacrifice and strong belief in the value of education led to Noah being enrolled in the world-famous LaGuardia High School where he developed his strong musical potential, singing solo with the school choir and back-up with prominent acts such as Hootie and the Blowfish and Coolio. His mentor, the great soprano Leontyne Price, encouraged him to attend The Julliard School, where he was awarded a full scholarship. The rest is History.
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Love to get pictures of Kaleb in the game. Number 16 at Greenville College in Illinois. They are 6 and 0 so far this season. Go Kaleb. Your October Box of Goodies is in the fixing right now and will be in the mail soon.
And on the home front, Elijah is Varsity Goalie for Sunny Hills Water Polo Team. So proud of both of these grandsons excelling in their own choice of Sports. Got a Goodie Box working for Elijah too.
Did you, or do you play any Sport?
I was never very good at sports, so took up my brushes and enjoy watercolors. And of lately, knitting is my sport (can I call it a sport?) And for many many years, the Kitchen has been my Sport ~and still is. In fact, I need to go bake some cookies as my friend, Linda gave me a 72 oz bag of Chocolate Chips Sunday!!!
Pulled some decorations out of the garage and put up a few things this afternoon. Now it feels like Fall. Last year when we were in Boise, ID I found the wood carved Pilgrims. I just love them, and have wanted something to add to my Thanksgiving Blocks. (The wooden candle holders I got at a Yard Sale for $1.50. Love the looks of it with the Fall decorations. Because you can just plug it in, I don't have to worry about fire.)
I added a ring of orange beads to the bottom of the home of Freddie the Fish, along with a few of my pumpkins and candy dishes on the coffee table and my miniature pumpkins to the end table. (I just noticed Molly in the background watching what I'm doing.)
I was very disappointed when I went to the store and not one bag of "Corn Candy". Everything was pre-wrapped candies in big bags. I will hunt until I find some, 'cause you can't have Fall without Corn Candy!! (Just ask Betsy)
I've never decorated the top of the refrigerator for Fall, but this year decided that would be a good place for the Sunflowers and a few of my favorite Pumpkins. After I took the picture, I see my October calendar is crooked. I'll take care of that!! HaHa
I always hang my Pumpkin Pie Watercolor in the Kitchen each Fall and put it away till the next year. Likewise, my Pumpkin Soup Tureen comes out once a year too.
I didn't do as much this year, but it certainly gives me the feeling of Fall. Now all I need is the smell of Pumpkin Bread baking in the oven.
Did you ever get a love letter? Or send one? My parents met and for the next year wrote letters back and forth. What started out rather formal, over the months became beautiful love letters. Sharing hopes and dreams and getting to really know one another. We had heard stories of these letters, but never had seen them. While going through Mother's things after her passing, my sister and I found the love letters. Like in a novel, tied with a ribbon. We read them and laughed and cried and sighed with awe at how the love bloomed in those letters. Several month after those letters, they were engaged and married.
We all long to be loved, and wish we had someone to write us love letters. Well we do. I've mentioned how much I love my Maranatha Worship Bible and the prayers, quotes and songs that fill the margins. There are also "Love Letters from Jesus" called "My Beloved" all taken from Scripture.
Today for my "Thoughts for Sunday" I want to share one of my favorites. Just add your own name as you read it.
Dear Wanda, Delight yourself in Me and I will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to Me, trust Me and I will do this. I will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Wanda, all who see you will acknowledge that you are My very own child whom I have blessed.
For I am your Heavenly Father, Wanda. Your Father of compassion and the God of all comfort. I will turn your mourning into gladness; I will give you comfort and joy instead of sorrow. I will comfort you, Wanda in all your troubles, so that you can comfort those who are in trouble with the comfort you have received from Me.
I will also heal your broken heart Wanda, and bind up your wounds. I will bestow on you a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
Wanda, all this I will do because I delight to be gracious to you, my child. So commit your ways to Me for I love you dearly. Signed with love, Jesus.
When I read these "Love Letters from Jesus" I am encouraged and feel my love for the Lover of my Soul grow.
Praying you are blessed by this love letter today.
The year was 1966. Pastor Don was a rural evangelist for Dr. Jack MacArthur and Voice of Calvary. He would travel to rural towns and hold what we called "Hospitality Dinners". These consisted of pots of spaghetti, salad, garlic bread and dessert then after dinner, Pastor Don would preach. So from small town to small town Pastor Don held these meetings, and since spaghetti is easy to make and not expensive that was the menu at each church.
To make a long story short... Me and the kids back in California kept track of Dad's travels, but forgot that he was eating spaghetti at every meeting. He's coming home tonight and we are all so excited after not seeing him for three weeks, I plan a wonderful dinner of (you guessed it) Spaghetti, salad, garlic bread and dessert. Table is set ~ Dad walks in the front door, we yell, we hug we kiss and Dad says I'm starved ~ what's for dinner? I say with the biggest smile on my face "SPAGHETTI" ~~ TO WHICH HE TURNS AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR!!!!
We have laughed over this story so many times and I can't make spaghetti without thinking about it. Now you know the rest of the story!!
"My favorite place is a square of sunshine on the couch."
"My next favorite thing is sleeping with my Tiger. I feel so safe!"
"I love these kittens, and will watch and protect them."
"However, I do not like BIG cats, so stay out of my yard!"
"They think they're going on vacation without ME. Not a chance ~ I'm not moving!!
We were given Molly as a gift 8 years ago. Her owner was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and wanted Molly to have a good home. She is family as you can see from these pictures. I'm very happy that Edith thought we'd be the perfect family for Molly.
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On our trip home we spent a night with my cousin Danette and her hubby Mitch. They have a wonderful garden, and made us a dinner that brought back memories of my growing up and my "Okie Roots". Fried okra, black eyed peas on cornbread, fresh tomatoes, add some grilled asparagus and juicy steak and I was in Okie Heaven. Then when I thought it couldn't get any better, she pulled out a warm peach cobbler with ice cream. What a feast...What memories of growing up with those flavors.
As we got ready to leave, they filled my ice chest with frozen okra and beans. So the fun's not over!! Cousins are the best!