Monday, February 16

25/30



When we moved here 25 years ago,
I said I would plant flowers.
I did.
And they grew.
So did other things.
The trees.
Weeds.
Kittens.
Puppies.
And our kids.
Caleb turned five years old the day we moved.
It was his birthday.
Sara was 7. Olivia was 3. Daniel was 6 weeks old.
Happy birthday Caleb.
Caleb could read before he was in Kindergarten.
He has a scar on his forehead and on his arm from bike wrecks.
He likes to do transmission work on cars and trucks.
He teaches the boy Sunday School class upstairs.
I teach the girl Sunday School class downstairs.
Sometimes on the way back, we ask each other if we have
a lesson prepared.  Knowing that we do.
He's our Song Leader.
He preaches every Wednesday night.
He has a lovely wife from Alaska,
and three little girls.
I've always been thankful for Caleb.
 
 
Except for a few minutes the day he was born.
He weighed 10 pounds.
Caleb turns 30 today.
Today we've been here 25 years.
If I ever thought back then.....
I wonder where I'll be in 25 years?
What will I be doing?
Well, now I know.
I'm still planting flowers.
 






 
 
 
 

Friday, February 13

Psalm 143

 
Psalm 143
1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications:
 in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant:
 for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;
 he hath smitten my life down to the ground;
 he hath made me to dwell in darkness,
 as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;
 my heart within me is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works;
 I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee:
 my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth:
 hide not thy face from me,
 lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning;
 for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way
 wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies:
 I flee unto thee to hide me.
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God:
 thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake:
 for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies,
 and destroy all them that afflict my soul:
 for I am thy servant.
 
 
How Long Has It Been?
How long has it been since you talked with the Lord?
And told Him your heart's hidden secrets
How long since you prayed? How long since you stayed
On your knees till the light shone through?
How long has it been since your mind felt at ease?
How long since your heart knew no burden?
Can you call Him your friend?
How long has it been since you knew that He cared for you?
How long has it been since you knelt by your bed
And prayed to the Lord up in heaven?
How long since you knew that Hed answer you
And would keep you the long night through?
How long has it been since you woke with the dawn
And felt that the days worth the living?
Can you call Him your friend?
How long has it been since you knew that He cared for you?



Monday, February 9

Ducks in a row......

 


 


Here is *Pearls of Wisdom*
from a book I just bought:
 
"The best way to clean a house,
 is to keep it clean by a daily attention to small things,
 and never allow it to get into such a state of
 dirtiness and disorder as to require great and periodical cleanings,
 which turn comfort out of doors."
 


I do the Mount Vernon cleaning method,
ONE room at a time,
Jane A. method,
go from one end of the house
to the other end.
I also do hurricane season cleaning....
I will go through the house and tidy up
everything I can,
before June,
that way when a hurricane blows it away,
I will know what I lost.
And sometimes you will find me on the couch,
eating ice cream.
The Blue Bell method.
 


Saturday, February 7

Dreams

 
Sometimes, listening to somebody's dream,
is worse than a badly written,
badly played,
fiction movie.
Somebody else's dream is
worse than fiction.
 

The details are ridiculous,
and you know it came from their
unsettled head.
But they just keep on and on.
And keep adding things.
We have to care.
We've been *chosen* to listen to it.
 


We've all *told* our dreams to somebody before.
Not dreams of living in the mountains and having
a Dodge Charger in our favorite color....
but night dreams.
We've all bored somebody to tears
with our details.....
 

You know you've done it.
If there is a dream hanging in your mind
when you wake up,
you gotta tell it.
 



I'll make this as short as I can.
 

 
I woke up wide awake as a hoot-owl  this morning
around 2:00 a.m..
I sang songs, made out a Saturday *to-do* list,
tried to remember how many cups of coffee I had,
prayed  for my mom and dad......
finally go back to sleep.
(I never consider getting up when I can't sleep)
 

I go back to sleep only to have a horrible dream.
 


I'm shopping in a huge run down rusty warehouse.
I have my purse.
I am looking at yellow things to consider buying.
 
While I'm doing that, somebody takes my purse.
 
Good.
I have my phone.
At least it wasn't in my purse.
 

 
Well, not so good.
Anytime I swipe my phone to come on,
all it will do is bring up games.
Can't text.
Can't call.
 
FIGURES
 

I was glad to finally wake up.
I had to TELL myself,
my purse is on the table.....
I wasn't in a warehouse.....
and my phone doesn't have silly game apps
on it.....

 

 
So, which is better?
Which is worse?
 
Not being able to sleep?
or
Sleeping and having a bad dream?
 


Thursday, January 29

Happy Birthday Mom and Kansas


Last year at this time, my mom was opening over 100 birthday cards.  It was an old fashion card party, and I still think about it and smile.  Like I said (that's what my mom always says) last year, my mother is the Queen of writing letters and sending cards.....so she deserved some herself.  And she surely got them!  I'm thankful the Lord saw it fit to give my mother one more year of life.  I needed her this year, and she was always there to listen and help. 

 

My mom hasn't always been old.  She once had two little girls.  This house , which is on a corner in Great Bend, is still there.  It's where I first remember things.  Like swing-sets, kittens, bubble gum, guppies, and somebody feeding me a tomato when I was in a high-chair, and sunlight was coming in the kitchen window. ( I like sunlight).....We ate cake and watermelon on this porch, ran in the sprinklers in this yard....and could walk two houses down to visit my Granny.


Happy Birthday Kansas!  I grew up knowing my state's birthday, because it was on the same day as my mom's!  Maybe go look up what day your state became a state (and learn something)  so your whole day won't be a waste.


Sunday, January 25

Don't say it.....


 
There's a million things to do.
There are a million things to learn.
A million things to see.
To say you are bored,
could mean,
that you think you have learned it all,
and seen it all,
and done it all.
If you can't bring yourself to work,
or do something spiritual.....
read something.
Make something.
Do something for somebody else.
Write a letter.
Call somebody.
 "Days Are JUST Packed"
 "There's Treasure Everywhere!"
 
Don't be bored.
Just don't be it.
 
 


Monday, January 19

For Kimberly Burkhart


Kimberly, I was reading something this morning and came across a fact you might want to know.


 Photic Sneeze Reflex is a trait characterized by involuntary sneezing after an individual is exposed to bright light after adapting to the dark. This trait is believed to be inherited, but identification of the specific genes involved has not been made yet. Photic sneeze reflex occurs in about 10 percent of people.


The photic sneeze reflex (also known as photoptarmosis, colloquially known as "sun sneezing") is a condition of uncontrollable sneezing in response to numerous stimuli, such as looking at bright lights or periocular (surrounding the eyeball) injection. The condition affects 18–35% of the population, but its exact mechanism of action is not well understood.


So now, we know the term.  This is what you have.  The book I read it in says this is inherited. 


Let's try not to lay blame on anybody here.  It could be lots of people you got this trait from.  So, when we come out of Kohl's, and you sneeze, now we know why.  When I come out of Kohl's I sneeze, too.  But not for the same reason as you.

Tuesday, January 13

January 13

 
I made a breakfast recipe from Pinterest.
The tater tots made kind of a hash brown crust.
Then I whipped eggs, cheese, bacon together....
and baked it.
If YOU try this at home, use a big size muffin pan,
and be sure to spray it.
You can change it up with different cheese,
add onions, use sausage instead of bacon.
Don't mess with the eggs.
Use real ones.
 

I got my Amazon order!
 


I'm glad I got the aluminum one,
instead of one that could break/crack/shatter because of
boiling water.
 


I boiled the amount of water that would fit in my coffee cup.
Poured the boiling water over the grounds in the filter.
It just drip drip dripped right into the cup.
 


Perfect and hot.
I think I'm going to like this new
way to make coffee.
 


I also bought a rocking chair.
It had hideous furry stuff on it.
Looked like the feathers from
a baby peacock.
Even *I* couldn't like it.
I recovered it with what I had.
 

 
I also took stuff from the side of the house,
and put that stuff,
in the back yard,
where we could see it.
 


I also painted more snowflakes on the fence.
I can see this part of our back yard
when I'm in the dining room.
So, I'm going to fix it up
with everything I have.
Which again, is random.
 


Random Coffee


Wouldn't you just love to be on a road trip and see this? 


This is a picture from my friend's new home.....her husband's name is really Joe. 


How about.........YES!



I'm pretty much always ready.  Just ask.


Yeah.  I hate going in to coffee places that speak a different language than just the normal
size cup language.


Well, I don't go STRAIGHT for the coffee pot in the morning.  I feed Sheba and Bunny and Zephyr.  How could I enjoy coffee with Zephyr outside the kitchen window meowing like she hasn't eaten since 1943......or Bunny scratching 100 mph...... at the glass door to her little sleeping room.....or Sheba pulling the *stare* on me. 


If you get your coffee ready for the morning, before you go to bed at night, then turn around so I can pat your back.  What a great thing that must be. 


This is why I like to camp.  We always get coffee and donuts on the way.  I can put up with anything after that.....


I'd like some of this please and thank you.


If I had this picture, I'd frame it.

I'm waiting for a new coffee gadget.  I've had an Amazon gift card since my birthday, and finally used it.  Should be here today or tomorrow.  Yay.