Wow… now my mind’s just clicking along reviewing favourite memories from my fiftieth year. Ordinary days, ordinary things, ordinary experiences. Somehow, when seen through new eyes, things really take on new meaning or have a greater value. For example, because of the deaths of a number of people in the last year, I’ve taken to looking at events in a whole new light. Or, rather, I now understand quite a bit better, my daddy’s comment at a Thanksgiving dinner table [...]
|
||||||
 
 |
Birthdays! Birthdays! Birthdays! These were favourite things from my fiftieth year. I’m not sure just which birthday stood out the most over this past year. But one birthday I was *so* extraordinarily happy to celebrate was my husband’s birthday. As I look back I marvel at the goodness and mercy of the LORD and truly, I was/am so thankful the LORD gave him another birthday and I pray for many more. Wes’s birthday was one day shy of one year [...] Blog this! Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Buzz it up Share on Linkedin share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Print for later Bookmark in Browser Tell a [...] A big garden. I’m so thankful that our neighbours wanted to make it a joint effort to have a big garden. And a bigger garden we had, that’s for certain!! It was really quite a big deal to keep that garden weeded, watered and planted and replanted and replanted. Things grew, things died. Things looked beautiful, things looked horrible. O, all the replanting? Well, for some reason or another, several things either didn’t grow well or grew so well [...] Another thing among thirty favourite things from my fiftieth year: Facebook! I love Facebook! And, this, from someone who was/is so adamantely opposed to MySpace. Adamantly opposed. As for Facebook “safeguards” — I have opted for the “no ads” on the sidebar and I don’t add many “applications” and don’t add people I don’t know — but it’s totally not an “anonymous” atmosphere. There’s no real anonymity on Facebook. A “safeguard” I have to personally adhere to is: I’ve got [...] Another favourite memory of my fiftieth year was going to the movie Fireproof! For a bit, the movie was blazing like a wild fire. Though I still don’t have the Love Dare Journal, one of our daughters did buy the DVD of the movie. It really is a great movie I’m so glad to have seen — and I’m so thankful — for many reasons — to have been able to go see the movie in the theater. The [...] Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. When I was a child, one of my most favourite activities was swimming. In Southern California – where I was born – the weather sort of necessitated some form of relief and for me, it was swimming. I recall numerous times where, as a grade-schooler, I would walk home for lunch and I’d either eat my lunch in the pool or I would at least sit in the pool for a few minutes before returning to school. We moved to another [...] When I was a little girl I had a friend I played with nearly every day. Even when others thought they were too old to play with her – I still did. I was so loyal to her — rarely going anywhere without thinking of her and if I ought to bring her along. She was beautiful — so beautiful, in fact, that I found myself dreaming that one day I might look like her — charming as [...] I love, love, love catering weddings and making wedding cakes and making things special for people I love. I sort of discovered that I’m an adrenaline junkie. I love the thrill of planning, purchasing, preparing and presenting food — any kind of food — for parties and weddings. I love hearing what people want to have served at their wedding. I love getting a glimpse of what they’re picturing for the day. I love picturing it myself — grasping it [...] |
 
 End the shame. Protect against childhood sexualabuse. The shame comes from keeping quiet about CSA. Jesus loves us, Jesus heals us.
 |
||||
|
Copyright © 2012 The Welcome Home ♥ - All Rights Reserved
|
||||||
random older blog entries