tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332959222024-03-09T03:42:57.167-05:00Free To Be Me...Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.comBlogger1538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-52043785872361287552013-02-08T08:56:00.001-05:002013-11-27T10:05:42.902-05:00Beautiful Snow Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-63210753440610297312013-02-01T13:08:00.000-05:002013-02-01T13:08:02.971-05:00Freedom To Be Me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I started this blog a few years ago it was because I had been freed from the bondage of my past, thus the name: Free To Be Me. But I was still bound by rules, rules of my parents, formed by rules of the church, that I've always been a member of and love. In my last blog here I said I'd be writing more about new feelings and beliefs and rules. However, this has been life changing and I discovered it's too big a topic to cover in one posting. I began writing, in my newer blog, about Adapting to Change: Dance; Movies, Technology and there'll be more coming. These can be read on http://allinthedayofme.com I hope you'll go over and read them, because they've been life changing for me. What a difference freedom makes!<br />
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My sister, Lorraine, and I used to talk about the rules we grew up with. It was freeing, for both of us, to talk about them. They were rules put on our parents by our church. They believed they were doing the right thing. Lorraine resented them more than I did, probably because she was a couple years older then I and because of our personalities.<br />
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We both had long hair and so did our mother. Mother's hair was so long she could sit on it! She braided it in two long braids and wrapped them around her head. Oh...well, I think she was beautiful!<br />
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Lorraine and I had long braids that hung down our backs. I was eight in this picture. You can see my braids going down my back. We lived in Covington, Oklahoma. Lorraine wanted her hair cut like her friend's hair. She begged Mother to cut her hair. One of Lorraine's vivid memories of our childhood was Mother saying, "I hope the Lord will forgive me for this." Then she cut Lorraine's hair! Well, Lorraine never got over that statement.<br />
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In the early 50's Mother was having headaches and wondered if it could be her long hair. It was very thick and heavy. We were living at Elk Run Heights, very near Waterloo, Iowa. I remember one morning she went by bus to visit a friend in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. When she returned that evening her braids were gone! She looked altogether different to us. My younger brother, Billy, was very upset. She just didn't look like our mother!<br />
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There were so many rules put on us. It was such a negative time of our lives but even so I have wonderful memories of my childhood. Thank goodness those legalistic years are gone now. I'll be writing more about these changes in the days to come, both here and on allinthedayofme.com. </div>
Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-23229831273076395982013-01-13T07:17:00.001-05:002013-11-27T10:08:52.930-05:00My Best Friends<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-14545366331691545972013-01-05T15:27:00.001-05:002013-01-05T15:27:49.871-05:00Old Barns in My Area<a href="http://animoto.com/play/aW67ARH4N2hEKazqUeLHlg">Old Barns</a>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-14409137702465648162012-12-27T10:50:00.001-05:002012-12-27T10:50:01.376-05:00My Sister Lorraine<a href="http://animoto.com/play/u52mPglpc9BULSM6v01tLg">My Sister Lorraine</a>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-24196448560583862692012-06-08T12:40:00.000-04:002012-06-09T11:52:09.186-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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These are four of my granddaughters who all were in ballet recitals this spring! Aren't they lovely?<br />
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Now to most of you readers, this may be ho hum. But you see, I grew up in the 40's and 50's. Dancing of any kind was a big no no in my family because of the church we belonged to. So I never danced. Well, does the Bunny Hop count?<br />
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In the 50's while in a public high school in Des Moines, Iowa I coaxed my parents into letting me go to a school party after a foot ball game. I promised I'd behave and not get involved in dancing, etc.<br />
I was standing off to one side watching everyone else dance. Then they began the Bunny Hop! Oh, I loved the Bunny Hop. Surely I could join the others on this one. This was just a group line dance. I couldn't resist! Who would know? Oh, it was such fun...!<br />
Afterward I stood off to the side again, and felt exhilarated. Suddenly I heard my name over the loud speaker! Oh no. Who knew I was there? What had I done? They announced that I should go up to the platform where the band and the MC were.<br />
Oh no. Now everyone knew I was there! Oh, what would they think? I slowly made my way to the front. The MC asked if I was Anita ----------? "Yes, I am. What's wrong?", I asked. Then he held out a wallet. My wallet. It had fallen out of my pocket during the Bunny Hop and someone had turned it in.<br />
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So there is my one experience with dancing! I had been taught it was wrong to dance. True...there are some dances that I still think are wrong. But ballet dancing is a beautiful art! I also love to watch a waltz and some ball room dancing.<br />
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As a teenager I was forbidden to ever take part in it.<br />
I also taught my children that it is wrong. It was so ingrained in my mind I didn't really struggle with it. I simply accepted it. Dancing was just a secret desire of mine.<br />
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My daughters missed out on ballet dancing. I'm so sorry, Pam and Christy. I hope you will accept my apology. I was trying to be a good mother, like my mother. In another post I'll discuss the reason for this ban on dancing.<br />
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<i>Heavenly Father, I praise You because You are Understanding and Tolerant. Forgive me for the mistakes I've made as a parent. Thank You for giving me new insight in parenting. Thank You for music and dance and joy and happiness and freedom. Help me to be a loving grandma to my beautiful 15 grandchildren.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've written two posts on church attire and didn't plan to writing any more...but today I read an article in <i>Christianity Today</i> that blessed my soul! I'm not alone! I'm not crazy, stubborn and old fashioned...!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't have permission to copy parts of the article or I would. I just hope some more folks will read this and take it to heart. It's a little long but it's easy reading, especially when you agree with the </span>author<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">! I do. It's so good to know I'm not alone. Oh I know I'm not. I had a couple printed comments agreeing with me. I've also had some folks agree in person, so I know I'm not alone but we're in the minority. </span></span></div>
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</div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-49281636448674422112011-12-11T17:20:00.001-05:002012-04-23T14:08:38.455-04:00Dress Part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In my last entry I wrote my feelings about dress today in the church. No, I only wrote about weekdays not Sundays! That's a whole nutter subject! I received one comment. One. It was in my favor, except I think he was writing about Sundays. So what does that mean? Well, it means I can write another blog on the subject. This will probably be my last one. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The main point was why does the business world maintain a dress code and the church doesn't. I don't know what good it is for me to get back on my wooden crate and present my feelings again though because I'm sure none of my pastor's read my blog anyway. But this is my blog and I'll write what I want! So there!!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The pastoral staff is an educated bunch of people. The business world is an educated bunch of people. So where is the difference here? A dress code versus no dress code. I just don't get it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know I'm not alone here but few folks are willing to speak out. I was chatting, with a long time friend, on the phone one day. We had a good time reminiscing. We hadn't been in contact for years. Just before we hung up he asked me a question. "Does your pastor dress up for Sunday morning?" I told him </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">honestly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, "Sometimes, but not always." He proceeded to tell me how his pastor dresses - jeans, t-shirt, etc. Thank goodness my pastor doesn't dress like that. In fact yesterday he had on a white shirt and tie! He looked very professional! "Thank you, Pastor." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pastors claim they want the people to accept them as regular folks. Of course they are regular folk but they are also called of God to a position of teaching, instructing, performing sacred rites: weddings, baptisms, funerals, etc. It is a privileged position.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have you read in the Old Testament how God clothed the High Priests? Exodus 28 and 29. God gave specific guide lines on what they were to wear. Now I know that was thousands of years ago and we certainly don't expect our pastors to dress like that. But the fact remains, the priests were called of God and our pastors today are called of God. They are set apart. So why don't they dress like a professional person called of God? Instead they want to dress like any other person. But they're not any other person...they are called of God. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We had the next highest person, in our denomination, come to our church to speak one Sunday a few years ago. We arrived at church a few minutes early, as usual. I greeted the guest speaker and then smiling, said, "I see you've joined the ranks of those who now dress down on Sundays." He was wearing slacks and a tight polo shirt. He replied, "Yes, I tried to think how the people here in your church would be dressed and I came dressed accordingly. Oh, I have a sweater in my car I could put on." Before I could even reply he was on his way out to get his sweater which he put on, but truthfully, it didn't help his appearance in the least.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don't pastors know they are looked up to? Or don't they want to admit they are looked up to? Yes, they are human, they make mistakes, they put their pants on like every other person. But they have been called, set apart, by God. It's time we lay people stand up and say: dress the part. It matters.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lord, I rest my case. I praise You because You are all knowing. You know my heart. Help me to accept what I can't change. Thank You for our wonderful pastoral staff. Help them to see how much more effective they would be if they were completely obedient to You and dressed according to their calling. Yes, I believe it does matter. Help me to live pleasing to you. Help me now to move on and do what I can to be supportive of our pastors.</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm so confused... Why is it that newsmen, coaches, businesses, etc. all have dress codes but pastors and their wives and newswomen don't. I just don't get it. In fact, why don't they want to dress nicely? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I look and feel so much better when I dress for an occasion. I used to work in schools, homes and businesses as an ESL tutor. I would never go wearing old clothes that look like I've been working out in the yard. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I didn't dress up but I looked decent. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I walk into the church office on a week day and see pastor's dressed like they've been working out in the yard, I'm surprised, disappointed and disgusted. What's wrong with wearing a pair of khaki pants and casual shirt? I don't get it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">On Sundays the worship team look like they're up there for rehearsal not for Sunday worship. But what can we do? Nothing. If we complain it does no good. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Businesses have dress codes. We, as laymen, pay our pastoral staff so why can't we impose a dress code? Well, we just can't. But I don't understand any of this. Am I alone here in my disappointed thinking?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Lord, I praise You because You are All Knowing. Forgive me if I'm being picky here and have the wrong attitude. Thank You for our wonderful pastoral staff. Help me to understand. Help me to accept these new ideas about dressing...if I'm wrong. Help them to see the error in their thinking...if they're wrong. I love You, Lord, because You are Sovereign. </i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-84723838044806266682011-12-01T18:57:00.001-05:002011-12-01T19:37:57.269-05:00My Heart Hurts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today I heard of another friend dying of cancer. Her husband will be getting help from hospice very soon. She started out with breast cancer a few years ago and despite treatment it spread. Her own mother died of breast cancer 46 years ago today. She was a dear friend of mine. She left a husband and three young daughters. Now the oldest of the three girls is dying of breast cancer. She and her husband will soon be celebrating their 31st anniversary, but Cheryl only has a few months or less to live.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's only been a couple of months ago that another friend of mine died of cancer. He and I had served closely on a conference committee. His wife and I are friends but because of working together on the committee Jim and I became close friends. We first met when we were both students at Spring Arbor College. He was a couple of years younger than I am.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Another young woman I know died just a few weeks ago, also of cancer. I knew her mother and dad more than I knew her. She's the age of some of my children and was in the Teens For Christ choir with them. Lisa was a young wife and mother.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In 1958 I met two young guys under an Oak Tree on a campground. My dad was the guest speaker at a camp and I had accompanied him and my mother and brother. One of those two young guys became my husband 52 years ago. The other one was a good friend over the years. Last spring Bob died of a stroke!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yes, my heart hurts today. Yet, each of these four has and had a personal relationship with Jesus. I'll see them again some day, along with my dad and many more friends and relatives. It's very hard when we lose loved ones, but...we have hope...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">John 3:16 & 17</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We went around the dining room table, on Thanksgiving Day, each telling something we were thankful for. I was thankful for God, for my family and friends. Most were similar but in their own words. But one was a surprise to me and to everyone. Elmise, adopted daughter from Haiti, with a smile and a clear voice, said, "I'm thankful for my new name."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Surprise! We applauded. I'm still in awe. She's a nine year old granddaughter of mine. She lives next door. She's loving and kind. She's pretty. She's smart. She can also be a little sassy at times. She can be a little disobedient at times. But mostly she's a sweet, loving, young girl. She now has the same name the rest of our family has! On July 27, 2011 she was given the name Elmise Sarah ------. I just didn't know it meant so much to her. I take my name for granted. My name was written on my birth certificate when I was born.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My name is also written in the Book of Life! Someday that book will be opened and my name will be read! But it wasn't always there. It was written down when I accepted Jesus as my personal Savior. Will yours be read when the Book is opened?</span><br />
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<br /></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-62114969784255908912011-11-20T21:09:00.001-05:002011-11-20T21:41:38.836-05:00Tomorrow I'm Going To Collapse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today was a very productive day, I think. First of all I put steak and gravy in the oven to cook while we went to church. Oh boy, did it smell good when we got out of the car in the garage! Dinner was almost ready. But let me tell about that in a few minutes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have you ever gotten the urge to check something out even if it's out of your character? I noticed a couple had left the sanctuary while we were still singing. I suddenly had the <i>urge</i> to go check on them... Was something wrong? Did they have a problem? It really wasn't my business. Yet, I found myself telling Jerry I needed to go out. He moved out of my way and I went looking for the couple. I went clear to the back where the children were. They weren't in sight. I walked back to the foyer and there I saw them at the other end, sitting, looking very downhearted. Again...very out of character for me, I walked to them and asked, "Is everything okay?" (It really was none of my business) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The man shook his head no. Then the woman followed, no. They began to tell me how their morning had gone. Oh dear. I suddenly felt the urge to pray with them. They both agreed to it. I put my arms around them and prayed with them and for them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The pastor's sermon this morning was so good...as always. Afterward the young man went to the front and I saw several men and the pastor praying and talking with him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dinner was almost ready when Rob, Jessica, Haleigh, Elmise and Armon came over. Yes, I had invited them! We had a good time visiting, hearing about their cruise and seeing their beautiful tans!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The kids all hugged us like they hadn't seen us in a while! They had just spent their first night at home after staying with us for a week! Grandchildren are so wonderful!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They left and Jerry and I both laid down for a nap. The table was cleared but I insisted I would take care of the kitchen after I woke up from a much needed nap. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tim skyped us! What a treat! We visited for quite a while! It's so great. Skyping is a wonderful gift. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After we said goodbye I hurried to the kitchen. I had all the clean-up still to do and company was coming at 6:00. Our small group met this evening. I was just finishing up when the first two arrived... We always have a wonderful discussion of the mornings sermon and how it applies to ourselves. Then we have a time of prayer for each other and any requests we know about. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So tomorrow I'm going to collaspe! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Lord, thank You for this beautiful day when we gathered together to worship You. Thank You for meeting the young couple at their point of need. Please continue to be with them. Thank You for the wonderful fellowship we had with both family and friends. Thank You for the technology so we can visit with family far away. I love You, Father.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-82295826965958613912011-11-19T20:21:00.001-05:002011-11-19T20:39:38.190-05:00Santa Parade Before Thanksgiving!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love a parade! Santa parade before Thanksgiving? Today when folks shouted "Merry Christmas!" I shouted back "Happy Thanksgiving!" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't think I've ever waited so long for a parade to start. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We thought we were dressed warmly enough but we waited about an hour and a half in the cold for the parade to come down to where we were waiting, not so patiently any more! We were so cold. We all had winter jackets on and some had hoods but not all. Mine didn't. I was ready with my camera to take some good pictures. I did get a few, but not enough.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A group of good-hearted folks from my church go every year armed with buckets of hot cocoa! They offer it to anyone who would like to be warmed up with a good hot drink. We were close enough to be offered drinks. It was so good.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We watched the parade with some new friends, Josh, Heather and Kayden. Kayden is four and is a delightful boy. Another child is on the way. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This afternoon Josh and Kayden came over for several hours. Kayden and Armon had a good time playing. Josh worked on my computer all afternoon! It works much quicker now, etc! Thanks so much, Josh!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I thank You, Lord, for my very good friends. The ones who passed out hot cocoa and Josh for working on my computer. Help me to be a good friend to them and to others who need a friend.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-79386293373173066472011-11-11T20:01:00.001-05:002011-11-11T20:27:06.403-05:00Hello<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I haven't been on here in a while. I was thinking I'd quit this blog. But then just the other day I looked in on it and was amazed at nice it looked! It even asked, in so many words, to please write something new! I have another new blog at word press called allinthedayofme.wordpress.com</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, here goes. I have such a fear of hitting a deer with my car in the evenings that I don't drive after supper except when I have to. I'm on a committee that meets once a month in the evening...I go to that. I go to a few other events similar to that one. Otherwise I stay home after supper.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Two times in the same year I did hit a deer. Excuse me, the deer hit me, both times. Once was a few miles down the road from home. The other was way north of Midland on the expressway with a couple of friends. I was driving.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now when I go out in evening I pray from the time I leave our driveway to where ever I'm going and then back home again. But I've been thinking about this. You see, I'm very paranoid about hitting a deer. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm sitting very stiff, looking this way and that, sure one is about to pounce on my car. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm also begging God to keep deer from jumping out of the woods into my car. But wait a minute. Yes, I'm begging Him to keep deer away but am I really trusting Him to keep them away? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I used to be terribly afraid to drive through a storm. My former brother-in-law asked me an interesting question when we were discussing my fear. He suggested that I may have been just intensifying my fear... not really trusting God to protect us or to stop the storm.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is that what I'm guilty of now? Instead of trusting God to keep deer away from my car, am I intensifying my fear that one is going to jump out in front of me? Hmmmm...food for thought.</span><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trust in the LORD with all your heart </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> and lean not on your own understanding; </span></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In all your ways acknowledge Him </span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><i style="font-size: x-large;">and he will direct your paths. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Proverbs 3:5,6</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-64896648125076749732011-09-29T19:21:00.001-04:002011-09-29T19:37:48.538-04:00Happy Belated Birthday Sept 24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8I9dyYqi839tev9ZvsZ_CcN9ezZ-eZa14sAseWIxxBZUnVEXntk0jcJvRpdI73UjQbII-jLPUcev-n0MvJ7sNDW-9FVVL5xbMKr1fx93AVrHNZw4264kw9_T9vKdmW8Ujm4Qlw/s1600/Scan_Pic0138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8I9dyYqi839tev9ZvsZ_CcN9ezZ-eZa14sAseWIxxBZUnVEXntk0jcJvRpdI73UjQbII-jLPUcev-n0MvJ7sNDW-9FVVL5xbMKr1fx93AVrHNZw4264kw9_T9vKdmW8Ujm4Qlw/s200/Scan_Pic0138.jpg" width="140" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Belated Birthday, Max! We sent you a card but I was gone on your birthday so I couldn't post a birthday greeting like I always do. You've gotten so tall and are so good looking. It's been over a year since I've seen you and my, how you've grown. You're so busy with school and Lacrosse. I'm very proud of you. I do hope you had a wonderful birthday. Please forgive me for being so behind with my birthday blog. I love you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <i>Thank You, Lord, for Max. It seems like yesterday he was just a small boy. Now he's in high school, playing Lacrosse, driving, working. Please watch over him. Please keep him safe as he studies, works, plays. He's a good young man. Help him with the friends he makes. I love him so much and You love him even more.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-41733964729521121862011-09-22T02:22:00.000-04:002011-09-22T02:22:20.967-04:00Happy Birthday Sept 23<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday, Armon! I know this is a couple days early but I'll be out of town and no access to my computer on your birthday. It was so fun celebrating with you early. You asked for a 'horse with an Indian sitting on him' kind of cake! So that's what you got! It's hard to think that you're seven years old already! You're a fine boy! I'm proud to be your grandma! I hope you have a wonderful true birthday on Sept. 23.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMedSPy0oyIp56JFadjVMF3P0LaZeJV2h_QhmvBe4HWxp5AIGNv9amniuWIZmmag-yT5NJnIOcOXbYYSUaLPVdS7_DD6GsN6Ui3QE5oVm1bDKRvebmP-LSZgTxaz79YuxEC98mg/s1600/Kids%252C+decor%252C+friends+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMedSPy0oyIp56JFadjVMF3P0LaZeJV2h_QhmvBe4HWxp5AIGNv9amniuWIZmmag-yT5NJnIOcOXbYYSUaLPVdS7_DD6GsN6Ui3QE5oVm1bDKRvebmP-LSZgTxaz79YuxEC98mg/s320/Kids%252C+decor%252C+friends+003.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Heavenly Father, thank You for Armon. Please be with him as he's growing up. Guide him, protect him, keep him healthy, help him as he learns, give him good friends. He's very active so please help him to use his energy in constructive ways. Please guide his mom and dad as they raise him, give them wisdom and patience. I love him so much and You love him even more.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-35911154513454898462011-09-18T20:39:00.000-04:002011-09-18T20:39:43.750-04:00Happy Anniversary Sept 18<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNzTyP4ydsUjnCFxwd5Jt3wuOAJcxyKIRCq47sxBk5Ca9gWLSea_mUo9x7Gi_WNsUMfNK2mots7CglVjGLoeaogUBiup-tM7kplgW4ruO7ozrSzmMspgYaqwxTzCwmu7Uv_2Fag/s1600/Scan_Pic0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNzTyP4ydsUjnCFxwd5Jt3wuOAJcxyKIRCq47sxBk5Ca9gWLSea_mUo9x7Gi_WNsUMfNK2mots7CglVjGLoeaogUBiup-tM7kplgW4ruO7ozrSzmMspgYaqwxTzCwmu7Uv_2Fag/s200/Scan_Pic0137.jpg" width="145" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Anniversary, Christy and Sean! My, how the years have flown by. Is this 18? Wow, what the last 18 years have brought! Among other things: five beautiful children! I don't have a recent photo of the two of you so your wedding picture is here! I love it! You are so young and beautiful...both of you. Actually...you still are! I love you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Heavenly Father, thank You for Christy and Sean. Bless them together as parents to their five beautiful children. What a responsibility. They are precious in Your Sight. Please keep Christy and Sean safe and well. Guard their marriage. Draw them to Yourself. I love them so much and so do You.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-25374140125097642332011-09-07T09:24:00.000-04:002011-09-07T09:24:46.385-04:00Happy Birthday September 7<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Happy Birthday, Richard! My big brother! 77 years old and still working! I'm proud of you. I loved going to the radio station with you last spring and seeing and hearing you in action. Last year we had your Big Birthday Bash. This year all you get from me is a blog honoring you. Oh well, I still love you. I hope you have a wonderful day today.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Lord, thank You for Richard. Please be with him in a special way. Bless him as husband, father, son, brother, radio announcer, writer, friend and neighbor. Please touch his body and keep him well. I love him so much and You love him even more.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-55056854417812564232011-09-02T09:05:00.002-04:002011-09-07T09:27:33.738-04:00Happy Birthday September 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSRfaKYL-MAMrRxKFcsNkbLhzZdFbNBdO5KXji3aNqA6_RU0nbIpDbmyDwlfsxEWr3vf1p_e8_8t_4oLlHPFibedatzM6M-PtiTshKLn2sAOOHxGBND0tfh9l9me5xKZ3g_YCmw/s1600/P6270013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSRfaKYL-MAMrRxKFcsNkbLhzZdFbNBdO5KXji3aNqA6_RU0nbIpDbmyDwlfsxEWr3vf1p_e8_8t_4oLlHPFibedatzM6M-PtiTshKLn2sAOOHxGBND0tfh9l9me5xKZ3g_YCmw/s200/P6270013.JPG" width="140" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday, Katie! I haven't seen you since your wedding but I think of you often and I pray for you. I especially prayed when Irene was passing over the east coast. South Carolina was at the southern tip, it looked like, but I still prayed. I wonder how your studies are going. I wish for you today a wonderful, relaxing day with Andrew. I love you and hope to hear from you soon.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lord, thank You for Katie. She's a wonderful, intelligent, perfect wife for Andrew! Please watch over her as she studies and works with sharks! Keep her well, safe, happy and content. Bless her with Your Presence. I love her so much, Lord, and You love her even more.</span></i></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-80888981358662051762011-08-30T09:57:00.000-04:002011-08-30T09:57:40.843-04:00Happy Birthday August 30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wYDeeMXGFvi0jpsO_HhvyIRPI6JG7t0kR0TYP1VI9up90yJ57LTT2sE5n7KzEk-X8o-5vpHAq_t3eXaIMs8v-M8wigITUupmo361ef5nCS7Z5s8AE2L_r2dFLYFN-t9ulOZNbQ/s1600/P9070336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wYDeeMXGFvi0jpsO_HhvyIRPI6JG7t0kR0TYP1VI9up90yJ57LTT2sE5n7KzEk-X8o-5vpHAq_t3eXaIMs8v-M8wigITUupmo361ef5nCS7Z5s8AE2L_r2dFLYFN-t9ulOZNbQ/s200/P9070336.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Happy Birthday, Cookie. I love this picture I took of you last year at Richard's birthday party. I think this old guy is proud to have his picture taken with you! Well, okay, I think he would be if he were alive...he looks real. You're such a good sport and you love fun. You're a wonderful sister-in-law. I'm hoping to see you next month when I come out to visit Mother and all the rest of the family in Colorado. I wish for you a great day today.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Lord, thank You for Cookie. She's a good sister-in-law. Please watch over her as she works, drives, plays, etc. Bless her with Your Presence in all the roles she has: wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter, friend. I love her, Lord, and You love her even more.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-59467408138150999242011-08-25T08:54:00.000-04:002011-08-25T08:54:51.206-04:00Happy Birthday August 25<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn3GvJDBjmaH7ldVSkskHVO_KxI2vU_RDHINSkjup-WJUOD3PUu77hpJuMe2z8_TDnAbPp-iqVW1YLOaKX4rI72TXckd26WBt5XtHwFozT61xHrB8-8LdUF1I0I1XCjeFrWCXGw/s1600/P3160004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn3GvJDBjmaH7ldVSkskHVO_KxI2vU_RDHINSkjup-WJUOD3PUu77hpJuMe2z8_TDnAbPp-iqVW1YLOaKX4rI72TXckd26WBt5XtHwFozT61xHrB8-8LdUF1I0I1XCjeFrWCXGw/s200/P3160004.JPG" width="178" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday, Bill! I know you received a wonderful surprise visit from son, Chris, and grandsons, I'm assuming it was for your birthday! What a wonderful surprise! So your whole family is probably celebrating your big day and I hope our Mother is included in the celebration. I wish I could be there too. I wish for you a wonderful, fun, fabulous, great day today. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Lord, thank You for Bill. He's my little brother. Please touch his body and give him relief from pain. Keep him close to You. Give the family a wonderful time of closeness this week. Thank You for giving them this time together. I love Bill and You love him even more.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-31931626636278797092011-08-25T06:59:00.003-04:002011-08-25T09:12:27.250-04:00Journal 8/25/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, a couple of days have gone by since my frustrating blog so I need to update my journal now. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I went to the missions board meeting, two evenings ago, ready to resign. I told Jerry before I left this would be my last meeting to attend. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> There was a good turnout at the meeting. Even Toby, representing the pastor's cabinet, was there. We began with prayer. Then we went into discussing our frustrations, with folks not going through the proper channels when doing what is actually good work. I gave my feelings and that I would be resigning. Toby is a gift to the missions board. He understood our frustrations, took notes and will be reporting to the pastor's cabinet.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We moved on to the business at hand. My mind calmed down and I felt myself moving along and getting excited and involved in the business. I was at peace.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I may even be going to a special weekend promoting a project close to my heart and certainly close to the Heart of God! It's very exciting!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Heavenly Father, I praise You because You are Sovereign, You are Omnipresent. Thank You for how You are working around the world. Please help me to know Your Will.</i></span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-22126985857996998292011-08-23T12:46:00.001-04:002011-08-23T13:01:35.291-04:00Journal 8/23/11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Whoa! Where is the summer going? September and autumn will soon be here. Autumn is actually my favorite season but I would like it to hold off a little longer. Okay...a lot longer! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This evening I have a board meeting to go to. It's bitter/sweet. I've been on the missions board for years and years. We've seen changes come and go. But it seems that boards are a thing of the past. So this may be the last meeting for all of us or at least for me</span>.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Everything has changed in the church. There are no boards any more at all, except the missions board. We've held on because we believe in what we're doing. We're excited about what the Lord is doing around the world and we love promoting it throughout the church so everyone is aware of God's love in a hurting world. But we're being ignored and made to feel like we're in the way. It's time for a change. This is very difficult and hurts clear to the core of me but it's not worth the resentment I feel when I see and hear others promoting projects without the board's knowledge ahead of time. It's not control...it is not being included on the ground work. I never expected it to end like this but, I guess, life goes on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We've gone through many changes in the church and we've survived. In fact we're growing! I'll name a few changes here. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Pews have been exchanged for chairs. The pulpit has been exchanged for a little table to hold a computer. Pastors sit on a stool to deliver the sermon.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We've gone from one pastor to four.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our senior pastor is so anointed by God. His sermons reflect this so there is no doubt that God is with him. Our other pastors are gifted men that God is using. We're blessed with our pastoral staff. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We have no organ or choir or song leader and very seldom have special music in our services. We have a band and two or three singers to lead us. We seldom sing hymns, mainly choruses. We have no hymnals, the words are on screens up on the platform.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We have no Sunday School, except for the Young at Heart class because they refused to quit! It's held during 1st service, the folks attend 2nd service. Our children are not lacking in instructions. We have children's church and a Wednesday evening program that is outstanding. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We have no evening service, except once in a while for a special occasion. We do have small groups who supposedly meet on the first and third Sunday evenings, some have changed the times to better meet their needs.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I grew up respecting God's House, dressing in a respectful way, not prideful but respectful. There is no respect today. Some folks look like they've been out working in the yard and at the last minute decided to come to church. Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, low cut shirts, very short skirts, etc. are common attire. Even pastors seldom dress up. Once in a while they will come wearing a tie but it's seldom. I think the pastor should set the example for dressing up, in respect for God's House, but what I think doesn't matter.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We have no committees except for the missions board who will soon be disbanding, I fear. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Most of these changes have taken place over the last ten years or so. I have prided myself in that I've not resisted the changes. I've moved along with them. Jerry and I read a book together that helped us tremendously, <i>Who Stole My Church</i> by Gordon MacDonald. But I must admit I'm struggling with this last change. Missions has been a part of my life, my entire life! I've been a part of the missions board my whole married life, which is 52 years!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <i>God is good, God is sovereign, God is in-control, God is love, God is omnipresent. God is King, God is the good Shepard, God is three in one: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. God is all knowing, all seeing, all hearing. God is compassionate and kind. "For God so loved the world He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16 </i></span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12213862245635073343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33295922.post-69132601382320829072011-08-18T05:29:00.003-04:002011-08-18T05:54:13.124-04:00Journal 7/18/11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh where to begin... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Plaid. He was the little Shih Tzu next door. I loved him and he loved me. I was the dog sitter whenever Rob's family went away (almost every time). Grandma S. kept him while we all went to family camp. The last time I was with him was one afternoon when Rob asked if I'd let him out about noon for a little while. They'd be back about 5:00. I did go over. Instead of tying him outside, I took him for a walk. On the way back it started sprinkling so we stopped at our house instead of continuing over to their house. He stayed all afternoon. It was delightful! He loved to sit in a chair or on a foot stool in the sun room and just look out the windows, usually falling asleep for a nap. I held him part of the time and just petted him and talked to him. It was a sweet time. I took him back home about 4:30. Little did we know that would be our last time together. This last Sunday evening he, somehow, slipped outside and no one realized it. He ran down the road and was hit by a car. I miss him so much...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Visitors. I've had two visitors recently that were very special. Philipp was a student of mine back when he was in 1st grade to about 3rd grade! Now he's a man. He wrote to me saying he was in our town working for the summer and asked if we could get together! It was great! We visited and reminisced over an American supper! He's very International! He brought pictures of his sister's wedding. She had also been my student all those years ago.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then this week Philipp's mother came for coffee! She and Philipp's dad were here visiting Philipp for a few days. What a delightful visit we had! I got out the Bone China for coffee and cookies! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Heavenly Father, thank You for the privilege of working with Armon. He's a bright little boy, he just needed some help getting started. Please guide him through life. Help him as he begins 1st grade.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Thank You for Plaid and for giving me that last afternoon with him. I loved him so much and even though he was a dog You cared for him.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Thank You for my friends, Philipp and Gabi. Please watch over them with all the traveling they do all over the world. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>They are so special to me and even more so to You.</i></span><br />
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