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the way we are

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Thought I would start the love month with a repost from the archives. I posted this little slideshow year before last on our 43rd anniversary. Can we just pretend the late seventies never existed as far as hair and fashion go? Speaking of fashion and decades, you MUST, I say, SIMPLY MUST, check out Boomama's post today. That woman is hilarious.

This is one of my favorite love songs but I wish it was "The Way We Are." Thank God for His grace and mercy and that we STILL ARE. (If you are reading this post after February 1, 2010, I have probably changed the music on the sidebar) It was playing THE WAY WE WERE by Barbra Streisand when I posted this.

BTW, if you want a good love story to read this month, try Nicholas Sparks' A WALK TO REMEMBER. I cried for the last fifty to seventy-five pages today when I read it. He is the author of THE NOTEBOOK.




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Weekend Worship-I Want to Pass It On

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the hand of my precious husband

Everything is white and quiet here. Don't know if we will be able to make it to church tomorrow because of road conditions.

Flipping through my pictures for inspiration for weekend worship, I notice some pictures that I didn't get a chance to post because the Christmas season was so busy and there were just too many things going on.

So, my dear friends, I pass on the warmth of Jesus Christ and the message of hope and love depicted in these pictures of the candlelight worship service we attended with our middle son and family over the holidays.


My husband passing the spark to our granddaughter--

The lyrics to "Pass It On"

It only takes a spark to get a fire going,
And soon all those around
can warm up to its glowing.
That's how it is with God's love,
Once you've experienced it,
You spread His love to everyone
You want to pass it on.

I wish for you my friend
This happiness that I've found,
You can depend on Him,
It matters not where you…

Let It Snow!

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Guess you heard about the sleet and ice storm here in Arkansas.

Late this afternoon I walked through the kitchen and heard voices coming from my driveway. I was not expecting company. Practically the whole city is shut down. Going over to the window to peer out, I saw the following.



A single solitary little lonely soul in my driveway--NOT!




I don't know how many there were, but the cul-de-sac neighbors were using my driveway for a downhill sledding event.



I remember last summer after our yard sprinklers had been on the grass to the other side of the driveway, they did the same thing and it worked great. I couldn't believe it. But on sleet, it worked much better. We are getting a little snow right at the moment but when I took these pictures, it was all sleet. I'm not sure but I would guess that we got at least an inch of sleet.



That is so much better than freezing rain. Many times in Arkansas that is what we get, especially in central Arkansas. People to the south of us are with…

the bic building

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When our youngest son was about five or six years old, there was a building he referred to as "the giant typewriter." It was the main building at the Ford Glass Plant in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Here is a link with a picture but it is not the best angle. The big roller on top is what made it resemble a typewriter so much.

Every Sunday on the way to church, we not only would play "Beaver, Cleaver," (remember the Volkswagon Beetle game--orange ones were worth more points--of course I was always pulling for my sons to beat their daddy but invariably he would see an orange one parked in a very obscure place behind a building that you could barely see--he is an expert at spotting things you can barely see when he is driving--it has made for a very interesting lifetime on the road) but would have fun discussing the architecture of the building and how much it resembled Meemaw's typewriter. Wish I had my own picture of it but forgot to take one the last time I was there.

i'm expecting

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Last week when I read the assignment for today's post (Experiencing God: How you have recently experienced God) I couldn't help but start looking more for his presence.

At first, I was somewhat dismayed because it seemed as though I had not really experienced Him lately.

As the week wore on, I came to notice Him in places where I might not have before. When I opened the blinds on the dining room window to welcome the early morning rays of flaxen sun, I was suddenly taken with the shadow it cast on the table and floor. But, I thought, it will be changing in a matter of moments. Immediately, a verse from James 1:17 came to mind:

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.



Sunday morning as my husband and I walked through the yard before heading to church, I noticed the resurrection fern surviving by clinging to the host tree. It can go for long periods with no water and the…

Grandpa

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For a while before the holidays I was dedicating Tuesdays on my blog for sharing writings of my former students. Most of what I shared was their thoughts on the children of the Holocaust.

Today I want to share a poem that a student wrote about his grandfather. Jasper was a 7th grader I taught several years ago. I thought he evoked several emotions in this poignant poem.


Grandpa

Grandpa was really funny.
Last time I saw Grandpa,
He was in the house in the country,
In Minnesota.
It was in the summer,
With a million mosquitoes.
He had a milk mustache,
And he said the funniest word I ever heard.
Skunkabalunka.

He said when he was my age,
He started working on a little farm,
Loving cows and selling milk.
He worked a lot, and he worked hard,
And he worked all the time,
Until he got a job
Selling machines that milked cows.
He got real good at selling,
So that he moved up in his life,
All the way to the top of his company.

I didn't know him well enough,
Because I was only nine when he died.
All I remember was …

fit: dying to live and the resurrection fern

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One of my longings for 2010 is to become FIT. I am sorry to say that I have not exercised as I should nor eaten as good as I should for several years. I am paying a high price now with different health problems.

Our pastor is preaching a series of sermons entitled FIT: DYING TO LIVE. He will be concentrating on these areas of fitness the next few weeks: spiritual, physical, emotional, relational, moral, and financial.

Today he focused on the physical aspect of being fit overall. His scripture was taken from 1 Corinthians 9. The following is just one of the many scriptures he used.

25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.

26 Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air.

27 No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.

Although Paul i…

Weekend Worship at Shiloh Baptist Church

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For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.



But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.



We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.



It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in …

ten thousand years .................but who's counting?

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Isn't it interesting how sometimes we want time to slow down, to halt, to beckon us back and forth to the same moment--and other times we want time to fly, to say sayonara to this moment and hello to the next as fast as we can--the Sunday morning sermon that God surely meant for someone else--the waiting room while appointment is pending--the college class with the oh so boring lecturer for an instructor--

As I sit here and ponder this, I wonder, "Lord, how do I wait upon you?--what do I do to ensure that I am conserving time for you to show yourself to me, time for me to commune with you, time for us to be together?"

Yes, there is always the morning time--time that I need, time that is heavy with desire for your validation upon my day, time that has become a lifeline for me. "But more than that, Lord, I want more than that. How do I wait upon you? Show me Lord. Please show me Lord. How do I wait for you?"

I think about the years that have passed so swiftly and my…
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