Saturday, March 28

Wednesday, March 25

Tuesday, March 24

My March 24th


I got up a little earlier than usual.
It was a little chilly in the bedroom.
I opened a window before bed last night.
It sure felt nice.
I know it won't last much longer.
At this time of year, it can go either direction.
Today was beautiful.
I fed the dogs and cat.
Made coffee.
Put seed out for the birds.
Got my feet soaked in the wet grass.
 


I checked fabric to work on making a blue and white rag rug.
This is why I don't get other things done.
I am fixing to do something serious,
and find myself in the sewing room,
cutting fabric.
 



 
I did a load of towels.
I am testing out my new drying rack
to see if I can get a whole load on it.
I can.
I turn the ceiling fan on in the wash room.
It is cheaper than running the dryer.
One of these days I won't be saving my dryer
for a rainy day......
but right now, I can.
 


I am reading in Esther.
Trying to get the details of the story,
straight in my mind.
There's really no cause to wonder about things.
Look it up.
See for yourself.
Mordecai is NOT said to be Esther's Uncle.
He is her cousin.
All this time, I thought he was her Uncle.
 


I ate my last Biscotti.
I'm sorry about it.
I won't be getting groceries until Thursday.
I don't eat one every day,
but for the most part,
every day there IS a Biscotti in the cabinet.
 


I KNOW there can't be that much difference from it being Winter,
and the next day, Spring........
but these past few days have been unusually beautiful.
It just feels different.
The birds were tweeting so loud outside the front room
windows today, I thought it wasn't even real.
Like a ZEDGE phone ringtone or something.....
 


I did dishes.
I very much dislike washing bread pans.
I made bread for the librarian yesterday...
and should have washed the pans yesterday.
But I didn't.
I am using those *soak it up* drain pads.
They do work.
 


Got the mail.
My mom sent me a few Penny's coupons.....
and this.
Mr. Gumbir
Mean old Mr. Gumbir.
Records of the $$$$$$$$ they paid to him.
I of course, when I was 4, did not understand
what it meant to rent OR buy a house.
I only knew that my mom and dad gave ALL of
our money to Mr. Gumbir.
ALL of it.
(surely)
So, I, in my four year old way,
hated him.
 


I finished an apron for Kimberly.
I DO hope she forgets how long I've had this fabric,
and how long I've been meaning to make her an apron.
And if she does remember,
I hope she forgives me.
 


 
This was around noon.
The temp had gone up 10 degrees.
Still beautiful out.


Driving to Lake Jackson.
The Journey was lurching,
the motor was making LOTS of noise.
This time that little orange engine light,
was.not.kidding.
 


All three of us got some form of chicken.
So, everything we got,
tasted like......CHICKEN.
I sure wish I would have known they were
going to put a huge spoon full of diced tomatoes
right on top of my salad.
I would have told them not to.
 
Klarisa got water with a lemon as you can see.
Without paying a bit of attention,
(evidently)
I grabbed her water and took a drink.
It wasn't my Sprite,
so it didn't taste like lemon water.
It tasted like.....NOT SPRITE.
 


We went to Brew and Bake.
There was a young man in training,
that helped take our order.
 
If he made my coffee,
he did a good job.
 



 
Of COURSE I want to come the back way home.
Down Gargoyle Road.
Sure are lots of houses being built on that road.
Not ME.
 
Nosiree.
Not ME.
 


Instead of eating supper when he got home,
James and I drove to where I left the car.
YES.
It was still there.
Called a wrecker.
He was pretty helpful.
It was right on the verge of being too
late to take the broken Journey to
a dealership.
We headed towards Ragland in the truck,
the wrecker man headed the same direction.
We were initially in front of him.
But he got there before we did.
I'm thinking they all know the back
roads and short cuts.
Before we left, he answered his phone.
I heard him say.....uh....I have to GO.
It was his mom.
He said, when your mom calls,
you answer.
It was funny.
Maybe not to her.
 

 
When we got home,
James still wanted supper.
do WHAT?
I made him something with chicken.
Then I worked a little on the
blue and white rag rug.
 

Oh yeah.
When we were at the dealership,
I was looking at 2015 Chrysler 300's.
A white one.
A maroon one.
(I don't like the head-lights.  Just sayin')
A salesman came up and gave me his card.
I can't wait to go back and pick up our fixed car.
Maybe they have a purple something,
and I just didn't see it.
 


Klarisa found the book.
We are sharing it.
Or we had been sharing it,
until she lost it.
 


It was a pretty nice day.
Of course, nobody wants their car
to lurch and for the engine to whine,
but worse things can happen.
I didn't get to go to Baywood and buy milk....
and look at their Blue Bell.
I'm actually close enough to walk if I need to.
I'll carry ice cream home,
but not a gallon of milk.
I play Words With Friends with LOTS of people,
and today,
I made the word.....
zillion.
I didn't make a zillion points,
but it did make me smile.
I hope your 24th was nice.
Good night.

March 24

 

 

Saturday, March 21

Thursday, March 19

Wednesday, March 18

Monday, March 16

March

 
On this day in 1979,
I got saved.
It WAS a dark and stormy night.
 

Happy Birthday to you,
everybody needs two,
how many have you?
Happy Birthday to you.
 

 
If you are reading this,
it means you have HAD
a physical birthday.
Now you need a
spiritual birthday.
 
 
John 3  There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews:
The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi,
 we know that thou art a teacher come from God:
 for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.
Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
Nicodemus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old?
 can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born?
Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
 Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit,
 he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh;
 and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.
 


16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
 that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world;
 but that the world through him might be saved.
18 He that believeth on him is not condemned:
 but he that believeth not is condemned already,
 because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
19 And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world,
 and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.
 



Becoming a Christian is not a journey.
You're either born again, or you are not.
 


I've been saved, born again, on my way to heaven,
for 36 years.
For all those years,
I've had my story.
My testimony:
A public recounting of a religious experience.
 


I haven't always been able to turn right to Exodus in my Bible.
I haven't always known and loved Romans 12.
I haven't always known the story of Joseph, and what a great man he was.
I haven't always known how long it took Noah to build the ark,
or what Hannah prayed for,
what Job lost, but regained.
I haven't always known why Stephen got stoned,
or who Abigail was.
I haven't always loved hymns.
I still don't have Elijah and Elisha straight in my head.
I still probably shouldn't try to teach Revelation or the book of Daniel.
 


But I have always been able to tell my story.
What happened to ME.
 
2 Corinthians 5:17
 Therefore if any man be in Christ,
 he is a new creature:
 old things are passed away;
 behold, all things are become new.
 
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
 

 
I gave My life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,
That thou might'st ransomed be
And quickened from the dead.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All my life long I had panted
For a draught from some cool spring,
That I hoped would quench the burning
Of the thirst I felt within.

Hallelujah! I have found Him
Whom my soul so long has craved!
Jesus satisfies my longings;
Through His life I now am saved.

Feeding on the husks around me,
Till my strength was almost gone,
Longed my soul for something better,
Only still to hunger on.

Poor I was, and sought for riches,
Something that would satisfy,
But the dust I gathered round me
Only mocked my soul's sad cry.

Well of water, ever springing,
Bread of life, so rich and free,
Untold wealth that never faileth,
My Redeemer is to me.


What a Friend we have in Jesus,
  All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
  Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
  O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
  Everything to God in prayer!
 

 
 I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene
And wonder how He could love me
A sinner, condemned, unclean

O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior's love for me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. 

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
 


March 16


Saturday, March 14